I love my neighbors. Bob and Amanda are a cute couple in their late 30's, he's the type that borrows a tool and returns it with a 24 pack, she's in great shape and would randomly flash me from her yard followed by a knowing wink. I'm single, work too much and travel, so they also take care of my house when I'm gone. We'd spent enough time together that we eventually opened up a secluded path between our houses connecting our side doors. A solid arrangement right up until Bob was transferred to Seattle.
Now I hate my neighbors. Steve is a bit wimpy, doesn't look you in the eye and his wife Wendy, although tall, thin and the recent recipient of a very well done boob job is nothing short of a raging bitch. This woman insists on parking poorly, blocking my driveway, throwing loud parties with her chick friends and has been a generally disrespectful neighbor. I really, really dislike this woman.
Last night Steve was clearly out of town and Wendy was in rare form with a handful of her screechy friends drinking and squealing until 1:00 in the morning. Did I mention I hate this woman? So, imagine my surprise the next morning when she strutted up my driveway and explained how I had to help her install a water heater.
Apparently Steve was keeping her finances on a short leash (Go Steve!) and had given her cash to have the water heater he had already purchased last weekend, installed by the local handyman. She had felt it more important to spend the cash on booze and who knows what else for her dumb little buddies. In spite of her subtly thrusting her chest out, there was no chance I was going to do plumbing on my first weekend off in a month and even less chance I'd do it for this fucking bitch. I politely declined and she stomped off like a forlorned child.
Two hours later, I'm under a car, covered in grease and I see a pair of sexy heels clicking up my driveway. Imagine my disappointment when they were attached to Wendy. Now wearing a tiny bikini top and equally small shorts she went on to explain how I'm always fixing things and her water heater should be super easy.
That was it, I snapped and told her I'd be happy to be her plumber, but she'd have to be my maid and sex slave for the weekend. I immediately regretted the response and as she called me a number of uncomplimentary names and stomped away. It was delightful to watch her ass wiggle as she made her way down my driveway and I assumed that would be the last time we spoke for quite some time.
I was wrong. Now 8:00pm and wrapping up my project, I was cleaning tools in the garage when she returned, this time in a robe and crying. Apparently she'd had it with cold showers and was actually considering my offer (I had meant it more of a conversational deterrent than a real proposal, but she now had my attention).
"What do I have to do, Steve isn't back for a week and I can't take another cold shower, just tell me what you want" stated a beaten down Wendy. Well... That's a fun twist, still believing I just needed to offend her enough to make per permanently go away, I explained she'd have to wear the slutty maid costume I had seen her in last halloween, clean my house and spend the weekend as my personal sex toy. I wasn't too concerned she'd tell Steve, as she had as much to lose, so I just watched her process my last statement. Her defeated look almost made me feel bad. She once again skulked down my driveway and I went back to cleaning up and sipping whisky.
By 10:00pm I had showered and was finally grabbing a little dinner when I heard her enter from the open garage door. She looked me in the eye and dropped her coat revealing the aforementioned maids outfit. She had done her makeup, her long legs were adorned in white thigh highs and she teetered on 5" black patent leather heels. My god, this woman was actually sexy. I wanted to thank Steve for paying for all those yoga and workout classes and particularly for the picture perfect set of boobs that were now calling my name.
"Fine, I'll do whatever you want for the next two days, just please fix my water heater and let me use your shower until you're done" Wendy spat with a subtle tone of desperation. Still not believing her, I nodded and pointed to the floor at my feet. She rolled her eyes, I think hoping I'd opt for cleaning duties first, but walked over and dropped to her knees. I don't know about you, but a ton of my fantasy material involves a fetishy woman in heels on her knees and looking up at me with big blue eyes.
I pulled my robe back and my now hard cock sprang free. She begrudgingly started with a slow stroking and then the tip in her mouth. A low moan sent vibrations through my groin and were quickly changing my opinion of this woman. Blond hair tied back, I could see her full red lips distend each time her mouth ran the length of my cock. She clearly knew what she was doing and soon had the tip bumping the back of her throat. I was starting to like Wendy.
God, I love that feeling of a woman's mouth on my hard cock and was soon sensing a tingle in my nuts. Her pace quickened, moaning increased and she was now tickling my taint with her free hand. "I don't swallow, do you want to come on my tits?" I shook my head, grabbed her by the hair and fucked her face until I unloaded down her throat with a loud groan. It had been a while for me, and she struggled to contain the gush of cum, but managed to take most of it.
I let go of her hair and she pulled back about to say something, I cut her off and again explained I don't do plumbing, but this weekend we'd both be stretching our limits. She sighed and finished cleaning the cum off my dick. I'm not sure if she was sexy because she was sexy, or because she was under duress, but I was really starting to enjoy this woman.
Those big blue eyes peered up at me as she tongued my sensitive tip and I found myself looking forward to the next few days. "Stand up and turn around", she dutifully let my once again hard cock plop out of her warm, wet mouth and extended her muscular legs as she rose and pivoted. I pulled her to my body, pushed her skirt up and slid a hand inside her tiny underwear. She was soaking wet and I secretly thanked some power greater than my own for what was promising to be an epic weekend.
Pushing two fingers into her and trapping her clit, I added a little pressure to her inner walls and she let out a sigh that made my cock even harder. Whispering into her ear, "You're wet, you enjoyed being on your knees?" She tried to stammer an answer, but only managed to throw her head back and moan.
"I think I like it when you're in control, my husband never really does that..." she shared in a hushed tone. Well, Wendy, I like it as well and explained there would be a whole lot more to come. My hand was now soaked and she was thrusting her hips out to meet each stroke and then she said the sexiest thing I've ever heard. In a breathy voice, "can I cum?"
