Thou shall not covet thy neighbour – a story of revenge [FM] [x-post]

I hate my neighbour. There, I said it. Now let me explain why.

I haven’t written in a while, because my previous posts were removed. To be fair, they had a bunch of CNC hardcore scenes with my then partner/client/sort of boss. For a refresher, and to give this story the backstory it needs, I had been a high flying consultant who was having a scandalous affair with my client. He is US based, and me Aussie based. We travelled the world together and had wild, outrageous sex on the companies account virtually all over the world.

In Feb, our respective companies canned any further travel and forced all staff back to their home bases. Me, in Sydney, him in NYC. When COVID hit in earnest, he went upstate to his holiday home and invited some young floozy to shack up with him, and that was the end of us.

So I was in Sydney, in a home I barely spent any time in, dumped, work was immediately made remote and my favourite place in the world, the gym, was shut down. For those that may not remember, I am a 6ft tall Aussie blonde with Dutch background that did a lot of weight lifting and had a solid booty that reflected this.

So, for the first time in years, I was stranded at home. A home that was barely furnished because I hadn’t been there for more than a few days for over a year.

I live in a large eastern suburbs complex, my home is the largest and nicest in the group. It had been freshly renovated before I moved in, and while the building is older, there are a number of homes in the complex that are smaller, shittier, and have a lot less space.

Being at home all of a sudden meant being involved in the complex dramas. All of a sudden, everyone was home and it created a lot of tension. Every bit of noise, every bit of misplaced rubbish, every side eye in the common grounds had created a bunch of grumblings. Personally, I don’t give a fuck what people do in their homes. My home is the most remote, detached and removed from all of the homes in the complex so it didn’t phase me what people did, but my neighbour Stephanie had issues with everyone.

Stephanie. I fucking hate that name. I’ve never met a Stephanie I’ve liked.

Prior to the pandemic, my interactions with Stephanie were limited. An aloof hello from a distance, a nod or wave in passing, some small talk in the corridors. Stephanie represented everything I hate in people. Firstly, Stephanie was all up in everyones business. I like to mind my own, but every time I saw Stephanie she would bombard me with the life of everyone in the complex. In truth, both Stephanie and I are in our 30s, but Stephanie behaved like a 70 year old grandma. She was single handedly the most annoying person in our complex. She had issues and fights with everyone in the complex and regularly complained to me about absolutely everything that was going on. The home owners association/strata committee meant she had my contact details, so I’d regularly get emails or texts from her complaining about peoples parking, people not recycling properly, dirt and grass in common areas where it shouldn’t be. In short, Stephanie is a massive cunt.

To make matters worse, Stephanie loved to one up everyone in the building. She would regularly rub in my face her live in boyfriend in my new found singlehood, she would brag about how she paid less money for her place than I did for mine, she would try to one up the number of times she saw me at the gym and how hard she was working out.. you know the type. Originally, I had no interest in her boyfriend, he was just some dude I’d occasionally pass in the driveway, but a few things happened that changed this.

First, when all the gyms closed I decided to set up a home gym in my garage. For a few weeks, I had a whole bunch of stuff I’d ordered online being delivered. Our local courier is an absolute lazy piece of work so he’d often dump stuff at the end of the driveway leaving it to me to lug shit down to the last property in the complex. Often, her boyfriend, Nick, would help me carry stuff to my garage. He even helped me set up a few pieces when I struggled to assemble them.

Nick was a gardener by trade, but also an ex PT. I often saw him at the gym pre-Covid and we would occasionally be back to back on the racks. Nick was 6ft tall, tattooed and ripped. Stephanie was a dumpy, short, fat arsed little bitch. I really hate her, can you tell?

One day when Nick was helping assemble my gym set up, I offered to let him use my gym whenever he wanted. He was also missing his outlet, and it was nice to have someone to work out with. So we started working out together every day. Stephanie did not like this, so of course I upped the ante and started wearing less and less. Short shorts, sports bras, I’d closed the door to my heated garage and sweat in scantily clad outfits with her boyfriend near me.

With his work slowing down now that everyone was home and doing their own gardening, I asked him or help landscaping my garden. We would be shoulder to shoulder and digging up dirt and plants most days, and I genuinely enjoyed spending time with Nick.

Stephanie kept walking past casually to check in on us. She was jealous, I could tell.

My interactions with her grew more frequent as we were all confined to a small space. She’d make comments about how she hadn’t noticed any men coming or going from my home and asked if I wanted her to set me up with any of Nick’s friends. I would small and wave her off politely, but inside my resentment grew.

One day, Stephanie, who regularly used visitors parking as her private spot, got in to a massive fight with one of the other residents over parking in the complex. She screamed and carried on with the other resident, tried to drag me in to her fight.

In the interim, I noticed Nick was hanging outside more. Fixing his car, building a shelf, anything to be out of the home. At night when I’d walk past their front door on the way to mine, I’d hear her screaming at him. I started to devise a plan.

One day, Nick came over when our regular work out session was due to happen to tell me he couldn’t work out with me today. His shower was busted and he didn’t want to work up a sweat until he knew when a repairman was coming. No problem, I told him he could shower at mine.

So we worked up a sweat, I took off my shirt and had my most scanty sports bra on, my C cups on full heaving display. I became more touchy, flirty, I asked him to spot my form during my squat so he could watch my ass go up and down. I had gone commando for this workout and knew my bubble butt would be at its perky best while he was watching me lift. I could see him growing hard in his gym shorts, and I knew I was in.

We finished up and he went to shower. Well, I guess its now or never. I waited a few minutes until I slipped in to the bathroom with him. I got naked, and stepped in to the shower to his surprise. His jaw dropped, ‘I’ve been feeling really dirty.. hope you don’t mind’. He was just staring at me like a deer in headlights. I could see his cock growing in the shower, so I moved forward and reached out to touch it.

The second my hand made contact with his cock, it jumped and springed him out of his shock. I started stroking him and he leaned forward and kissed me, pulling me in to him. Our bodies were pretty much pressed up against each other, as I continued to fondle at his hard cock. The electricity and build up from all of our encounters together over the last few months had led to a shocking amount of chemistry, and the fact that I hadn’t been fucked in months was making me thirsty. I couldn’t handle it anymore and pushed him away from kissing me so that I could kiss down his body and get on my knees.

With his cock in my face, and water streaming down him, I reached out gently with my tongue, licking the tip. He had a nice thick 6inch cock, I took the tip in my mouth and started to gently suck on it. He moaned and put his hands on the back of my head, I started to move my mouth up and down and apply some light suction before I got my hands involved and started trying to down right swallow his dick.

He started bucking his hips, I started applying more pressure, gently squeezing his balls with my hand. He put pressure on the back of my head, pushing my head further on to his cock. I obliged him this small pressure, allowing him to manoeuvre my face back and forward and start fucking my mouth.

I had spit, shower water, tears and precum dribbling down my face as he let my head up to breathe. I made eye contact with him and could see the lust in his eyes, taking a breathe in, my voice a bit husky from the throat fuck I’d just received, I throatily begged him to fuck me. He put his hand under my chin and I came up with it, flipped me around and pressed me against the shower wall. He put his hand under my waist and popped my hips back. I was expecting him to go straight to the act, but he dropped down to his knees to start licking and sucking my pussy and asshole from behind. My nipples were on fire even though they were pressed against the cold tiles of the shower. I moved my hand down to rub over my clit while he tongued my wet pussy. He moved his tongue up my crack to my asshole and started probing it, while he slipped two fingers in to my pussy to finger fuck. The pressure felt amazing, this felt so good. I wondered in that split second if he ate Stephanie’s ass like this, but very quickly let this thought go when I felt him stand up and line his cock up with my pussy.

You know what I love about sex? The first time you fuck someone and they enter you, and you can feel them stretching you out. While Nick’s cock wasn’t overly long, it was thick and boy did I feel it. He grunted as he entered me and I think I grunted too. He started kissing my shoulder and neck as he slowly humped in and out of my pussy. I pushed my arms against the tiles and stuck my ass out further so he could get deeper in me, he bit my shoulder in return. I started bucking my ass back and forth, the smacking noise in the shower getting louder and louder. I was moaning quite loud at this point, but I didn’t care. I was in ecstasy and it had been so long since I’d been pounded like this.

I used one of my hands to lean against the wall and brought the other to my clit, applying pressure while he filled my pussy. The pressure continued to build and build until I was almost there ‘I’m going to cum!’ I screamed. My pussy is extremely tight and I could feel it grip down on his cock like a vice, he grunted in response as the ebbs and flows of orgasm overtook me. When my vagina settled, he started pounding me again, but incredibly hard this time. It was probably another 30 seconds or so before he pulled out and came all over my juicy ass.

We were both catching our breath in the shower before I realised the next sentence out of my mouth would make or break this being an ongoing thing. I knew he may have nut regret, so I summoned my inner workplace experience and had to plant a very strong seed to keep this going longer.

I turned around, grabbed his face, kissed him deeply and said ‘I hope you enjoyed your workout. Let’s do this again’, before I slipped out of the shower and went to the ensuite in my own room to wash off. By the time I got out of the shower he had left without a trace.

I got on with my workday and bumped in to Stephanie at the bins later that night. She strutted up to me with a smirk, “heard you had a visitor this morning. Good for you!”

“Thanks”, nosy bitch.

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