The Naked Neighbor [F/M] – what happens when your naked neighbor’s dog wakes you up from the most delicious dream

This post was created based on the following prompt: Every morning at 6:45, your neighbor opens the back door and lets the dogs out. They bark and wake you up. One morning you decide to go to the window and yell, but fall silent when you see that the neighbor is hot AF … and also nude.

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**He was relentless on my clit. He found the exact right spot with the perfect amount of pressure. I was officially a goner. Writhing under his tongue, I was begging for it now “please, please, I’m so close, I’m about to…”.**

And all of a sudden a bark. I don’t remember there being a dog in the house. Another bark and just like that I was pulled out of my dream in to the world of the first rays of light coming in through my windows and the sounds of your fucking dogs barking and waking me up once again. I took the pillow that had somehow found its way between my legs and threw it over my ears and screamed a string of expletives. This was the third time this week these dogs had woken me up and this time right before what was sure to be a delicious moment and one I desperately needed after a week of no orgasms.

Enough. I threw the duvet off and stormed over to my window, giving no shits that the only things I had on were a pair of thin panties and a crop t-shirt. I pushed the window open and I was so ready to yell a couple of choice words at you when my breath catches in my throat and instead what comes out is a low and throaty “holy shit”.

Standing on the other side of the fence, across the yard, I saw a beautiful creature. I saw you. This was the first time I had seen you. You had moved in just a couple of weeks ago and so far our only connection had been the irritating early morning wake up calls. You were leaning against the frame of your door, sipping a cup of coffee, and smiling at your playing dogs, completely naked – the sight almost made up for the pleasure I was just pulled out of and my body responded. A pulsing. I found myself scanning you all the way down, hypnotized. Not only were you gorgeous, you had this incredible energy about you. At the time I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t look away. My eyes made their way back up to your face where I found myself staring right into your eyes. I was slightly embarrassed that I got caught, but you had this teasing smile that put me at ease right away

*“Mmmmm” you moaned “it was the first time I had ever been so blatantly oogled” you said. The first words you had spoken yet*

*Shhh….I’m telling the story. I gently close your eyelids and tie a silk blindfold around your eyes. I lean down into your ears and I whisper…”Now just listen.”*

You raised your coffee mug up in greeting. “I’m so sorry” you said “I’m bark training them, but they still haven’t quite gotten it”. “Yes well…that much is obvious” I responded back, unable to keep the slight edge out of my voice. You noticed immediately. “Would a hot beverage make up for it” you asked me. I checked in with myself and responded, “It would be a start”.

I threw on my robe and walked outside and knocked on your front door”. And you sir, you came to the door, with a full steaming mug and still, completely fucking naked. Now, I’ve never been a prude, but up until that point I was used to being around naked people in areas that were deemed ok for nakedness – spas, nude beaches, festivals, etc. You invited me in and I walked into your still mostly empty house. I think at that time you had mostly boxes, and then that one room that had the mattress and cushions and all the lights. We walked to the back so we could keep an eyes on the dog and sipped our drinks – no one saying anything. I turned to you, looked you dead in the eye and asked “why are you naked?”. You burst out laughing. You looked down at your crotch, looked back up to me and said “why, does it make you uncomfortable”. Something inside of me tightened, an arousal I hadn’t experienced. You weren’t trying to be creepy, you were genuinely curious. And confident, shameless in a truly rare way.

I saw your boxers begin to tighten then as I got to that part of the story. I ran my fingers up your inner thighs and you responded. Pushing up, seeking, wanting more of my touch. I wasn’t going to touch you where you needed it yet.

I answered honestly – “yes, I suppose it does in a way. Do you want me to be uncomfortable” I asked in response. That half smile came over your face once more “I want you to investigate your discomfort, to explore it”. I thought you were the most presumptuous, pedantic little fuck in that moment. And I also kinda loved it. You were direct, erotic in your simple willingness to go where so few dare to. And I was curious, I was so drawn in by you. I allowed my body to lead. I felt safe and I was willing to explore – I was uncomfortable because something about your blatant disregard for appropriateness felt dangerous, you were coloring outside the lines. At the same time, it was also kind of exhilarating. I always wondered what you thought in that moment – if you thought I would look away, if you thought I would push back. But you didn’t know me then yet, and how I chose to rise to any challenge. I didn’t look away, not for a single moment while I pulled my robe off and let it fall to a pile around my feet. While I peeled my shirt up and off my body. You swallowed in that moment, your lips parted. I finally got a response. I pulled my panties off slowly, pausing for a moment until you looked down and I continued. Slowly and deliberately I moved to ensure that you would see the line of sticky wetness connecting my skin to the fabric. “Are you uncomfortable?” You looked back up at my eyes and said “yes, and I’m aroused”. You looked down at your manhood and my eyes followed yours. I could see you were more swollen and slightly more firm than before. I knew in that moment that I had met my match – that together, the limits for what we could explore were boundless.

*You were fully hard now, a slight wet patch beginning to form on the outside of your boxers, your breath getting a little more intense. I love watching how arousal takes over your body. I began to massage more deeply into your inner thighs and slowly began to grind into your lower back as I felt my own wetness begin to take over and my own desires taking over me. I took a couple of deep breaths, a sip of water and got back into the story.*

I had never been so turned on and we hadn’t even touched yet. I liked my lips and your cock grew. Your hand dropped immediately, wrapping itself around the head of your cock, you gave yourself a couple of squeezes and all I could think of was how much I wished your hand were my hand. And when you said “Can I touch you?”, I felt myself pulse. We didn’t even know each other’s names and never had I ever needed something or someone inside me so desperately. I nodded my head, unable to form words. Your eyes were still locked on mine. Your hands began to unwind from the head of your cock and I saw you begin to reach forward with your fingers, and my hips involuntarily thrusted forward, my pussy hungry to finally make contact with your body. That’s when I said “stop. With your head.” Your jaw dropped open and I saw your cock pulse, the head now red and in desperate need of some attention. Your hand dropped back down to your cock and you gave yourself three hungry, clawing, rapid strokes – your cock aching for some attention. I moaned. “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t help myself.” Oh but you knew exactly what you were doing. You stepped forward, your delicious hardness pointed right at me. One more step. We were now cock’s distance apart. I tippied my toes. You took one step closer, and slid yourself against me. We were now chest to chest, my pussy resting on top of your cock. And we still hadn’t even kissed. I began to slide back and forth against your cock, getting wetter and wetter. Our foreheads came together and I wrapped my hands around your neck as the humping got frenetic. Our eyes locked, all we were focused on was each other and the pleasure we were creating between our legs. You slid all the way back, your head pressing against and dragging my clit as you pushed all the way forward. I let one hand drop and let it come to the back of your cock, the part not getting any friction. And as you felt my hand rub against the back of your shaft, teasing your frenulum – I felt you get harder and felt you groan into my ear.

“I was having a sex dream this morning when your dogs woke me up”

“I’ve been standing naked by the window hoping that you’d see me”

“The first thing I thought when I saw you naked was how good your cock would feel in my mouth”

“I think it’s so sexy that we haven’t kissed yet and your grinding on my cock”

It’s like we were playing this game – a game where the only words we exchanged were deep truths. A game in which the only things that mattered were the truths of our hearts, the pleasure of our genitals, and your eyes piercing mine. Eventually we found ourselves on the couch, but somehow your cock had never lost contact with my pussy and still, we had yet to kiss.

There was no such thing as time and after god-knows how long, the hungry, horny grinding humping and dirty talk a la vulnerable truths we slowed down…coming to a place where we were simply resting against one another, still hard, still wet. You brought your hand to my face as we gazed into each other’s eyes and you said “I think we both know that this is something special. I want you to know I’m here and I see you.”

“I really want you to kiss me”

“It would be an honor”.

The entire world melted away when you kissed me. It was as if we melted into one and all I could feel was pure ecstasy and overwhelming love.

*At this point in the story I couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss you, my palms rubbing over your hardness, now peeking out from your boxers. We get lost in a moment of tongues and breathing. Or moaning and rubbing. I take the precum that is leaking out of your tip and bring it to my tongue while looking you right in the eyes. You look at me and smile, “Mmmm….I love it when you tell me this story baby. Keep going.”*

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/122psrl/the_naked_neighbor_fm_what_happens_when_your

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