The door slid shut with a swoosh and a click, and Mr. Hot-New-Neighbor strolled lazily into my kitchen, as if he belonged there. I walked after him feeling like a sack full of syrup; gooey, wet, and sweet all at once. I've lost my boldness and reverted to the somewhat-shy introverted normal me, but I've got a smile on my face. My insides are still tingling and I've yet to fully regain my wits from the orgasm up against the sliding glass door. I have no idea what to do with my neighbor. He's got ideas, however. They're flashing in his eyes along with enough heat to rival our recent heat wave.
I walk to the fridge and pull out the lemonade.
His glass isn't empty; I just needed something to do. As I reach to fill his glass, his hand travels down my arm. He takes the pitcher from me and sets it far aside, then moves his glass next to it. His other hand wraps itself around my waist and pulls me in close. My sheer distraction outside didn't let me notice how tall he was, and it's amplified by the fact that I am less-than-tall. My body melts into his as he buries his head, bent down to reach me, into my neck.
"You know, sweet girl," he croons into my ear as he nibbles on my neck," that side yard of yours is nice and private. Except if you have a second floor balcony across the street from it of course." I gasp while I realize why he mowed the lawn when he did. He chuckles and buries a fist in my hair, turns my head up to meet his eyes. "I sure do have a lovely view on sunny days." He smiles while he says it and leans in to nibble my bottom lip.
My eyes roll back a little while my knees go slightly weak at just what he might have seen. It's not uncommon for me to fantasize and masturbate out there. He has to have seen me do that. One look in his laughing eyes tells me he certainly has seen that little quirk. I blush and look down, my embarrassment is overwhelming.
