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Neighbourly Love

Neighbourly Love

by Nicerlicer
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The story of me and my neighbor.

Prelude

This younger couple moved in two doors down. She's a doctor's assistant and he's a pharmacist. She's handy, he's not. And since I'm running a business that does odd jobs, I am. And thus I've got the tools to support my craft. I helped them, in fact: her, fix and add things to their house. She's a nice looking young woman with a body to die for. One kid just after moving in. She quit her job to raise the boy. I helped with the baby room. And some more adjustments in the years after.

To communicate about her wishes, we app pictures. Obviously she was in them every now and then. She's not the type to dress up. Somewhat between a tom-boyish, 'why bother I look good enough without' and 'rather comfortable to wear than having to endure'. At some point I dared to make a cheeky remark when a picture of her bathroom showed a mirror reflection that revealed a small part of a naked breast. I was relieved it fell in fertile grounds. Amongst the two of us, we have exchanged some flirty banter since then. During one build, we stood close a few times, even touched. It drew some double bottomed comment, going both ways, but nothing explicit was ever said, let alone done.

Then her hubby was struck with a burn-out. He fell apart. He got help but he's been a mess for quite some time now. There's several medicines available but which is the right one? One goes through the process of trying. To see if it is effective takes several months, up to 9 or so. He's trying his fourth recipe now.

Also Covid kicked in. Not that any of us got (seriously) sick, but we worked from home a lot. My wife continued to go to the office as much as possible. It's close and for her type of work much more convenient.

It turned out the neighbor's therapist was over during coffee break time several times a week so I invited her to help me actually take a break by coming over for a cup. We talked about many things, including the state of her husband and her wellbeing. These moments especially, I sincerely aimed to support her. And yes, I know that I'm prone to check out the female bodies I'm confronted with. I try to hide my prying eyes by looking when the attention is somewhere else... but I know women know when they're observed. She never blinked, flinched, let alone recoiled. Which is comforting.

Then all of a sudden, the conversation changed. Without warning the subject of... let's say marital obligations came up, or rather the lack thereof. It started with joking at first. Humor is a good thing. But some silences fell and she stared at me... and even at my crotch. I couldn't help notice. Then she sort of confessed she missed the intimacy, the sex. I said I felt sorry for her. Not much was said after that first intimate disclosure. With goodbyes I tend to hug. And did so with her as well. These hugs became... let's say 'warmer' with the growing intimacy of our talks.

In addition to my previous remark about checking out females, I have to admit that I've got quite the dirty mind. In my head I rate most women I meet, encounter and sometimes even the ones that pass by. I rate them on worth fucking and/or worth breeding; the rating being 'somewhat' through 'gladly' with 'hungrily' as top notch. Now my sweet neighbor is without a doubt gladly fuckable but my fantasy started to expand to breedable. It's a dangerous fantasy of someone I see so often but I can't help my mind wandering, wondering what it would be like. By the time she confided the intimate things about her relationship, it had moved up to 'hungry breeding desired'. And when she started checking my manhood out, it became, let's say "noticeably worth checking out". But still, no more physical contact than the warmer hug.

A new project came up at their house, a wardrobe with sliding doors, one mirrored door needed. She put herself in the picture as if in front of a mirror.

I made a daring remark upon which she changed clothing and sent me the result. When my remarks on the outfits carefully moved from daring in the direction of explicit she sent me increasingly luring pics. I found I had to respond with something. I started with images showing off my muscles, ending with a bare torso and just my boxers in a kind of bodybuilders pose. Her reactions were enthusiastic. My heart pounded, amongst other physical reactions. She showed me some new purchases; a shirt, a dress. I ventured to remark that it would be nice to attend the session. As a response, I got a glimpse, a GIF picture of the first part of undressing (lifting up the shirt, showing belly and the color of the bra, only just). It was when the exchange stopped, it was that time of day.

Appetite

We had another coffee break. She wore that cotton beach dress that ends well above her knees from the previous 'warming it up'-session. Sitting in front of me, I caught a few glimpses of her unnies, lilac. I got turned on, having to 'change gears'. Once with a refill but I couldn't hide shifting in second with her suddenly turning towards me and taking in my gesture. The conversation continued almost without pause. She was increasingly more open about her missing intimacy. I didn't dare to exploit that (yet?) though, considering it to be a moment of trust for her to confide in me. Notwithstanding my obvious excitement. I did tell her that I understand but that it is complex to help her in that field. Her blush was obvious.

A short time later the goodbye hug. And then it became more than a hug. She proceeded to hold me tight, pressing her body against mine. I returned the gesture and pulled her in. I stroked her back moving slowly down towards her butt. She glanced up to me with that questioning look. I moved my lips ever so slowly towards hers and she responded hungrily, pressing her lips against mine. I opened my mouth and nibbled her lips, teasing with my tongue. And then we full feverishly frenched. She pressed her chest against mine and I grabbed her bum, pulling her lower body against my hard-on. She returned the favor, rubbing her soft lower front against my firmness by turning her pelvis back and forward. I pressed her against the door, grabbed her butt under her skirt. The fabric of her panties felt soft, like terry cloth. I slid my hands lower and lifted her up, pulling her legs towards my hips. She hung on to my neck and the heated tongue battle raged on. I started grinding up against her, hard, almost banging against the door. I brought my fingers between her thighs from behind and touched her panties far between her legs. Her dampness was noticeable. I felt her breasts and her hard nipples through our shirts. I felt her crotch rubbing against mine. I pressed my fingers against the cloth covering her entrance to heaven. She moaned in my mouth then gasped for air.

After a minute or so, she stopped kissing.

"This is great but I really need to go now." she said.

Reluctantly I let her slide down and kissed her on the forehead, it was slightly sweaty.

"Will you be home alone tomorrow?" She asked.

"I'm quite certain I will." I said.

She told me her hubby would have some quality time with their son and take him to the playground by the lake so she'd have ample alone time.

I kissed her sweetly and said: "Wait one second."

I quickly grabbed a towel and a glass of water from the kitchen. Her smile disarming and full of longing, she dried her face and neck, drank the glass and then I let her out. Looks like my fantasy is materializing.

Anticipation

Not ten minutes later, a picture came in. A selfie of her lifting her dress to show her lilac unnies. That alone would have been hot enough, showing her slender Venus Hill consisting of two prolonged ridges with a clearly defined slit. What made it horny as hell was the darkened blot that colored the lilac purple from the top of her Venus down between her legs. I was still half hard but my dick sprang to attention right away: Schwing!

I apped back: "I'm so hard, it hurts.", accompanied by the eggplant emoji. She replied with a blushing smiley.

My wife went to bed earlier than I, as usual, so I could watch some boys TV programs... allegedly. I grabbed my mobile and watched her pics, took out my dick and jerked off. It was a good orgasm and I could hardly wait for tomorrow.

Lovely day

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The next morning I became a bit concerned about my wife staying home but she had a dentist appointment before going to the office (I totally forgot). She left the house a little later. It's still too early though...

At ten thirty I see the husband and her son leave by bike. Fifteen long minutes later she walks up the path to our door. I quickly go down the stairs (my office room is on the second floor) and open the door with an inviting gesture. And then I noticed her outfit. She's wearing a tight white T-shirt. No bra! Her titties are visible as round elevations with her nipples standing up, pricking against the cotton fabric. The T is tucked in a tight jeans skirt with buttons in front. Rather shorter than the dress from yesterday, just a few centimeters below her butt. Simple low white sneakers below and a radiating smile on top to finish it off. Lovely... no, enticing! And... Yes, she didn't dress up as such. They're simple clothes. But she chose this set for the occasion, obviously. Showing off her great figure. Easy to take off. I do see and realize that, and it's so sweet... and hot at the same time.

If I wasn't turned on from expectation since getting up, her presenting herself ready for me definitely makes me 'Schwing' then and there. I gawked and her smile broadened.

Me, I've chosen to wear cargo shorts, topped off with a soft fabric T that's tight enough to show some muscle but wide enough to comfortably remove. No shoes, barefoot. No underwear too. I removed it just after my wife left. It's warm, I work from home and in anticipation I wanted to wear something comfortable, uncomplicated and light. I'm having a proper hard-on already. And it shows because I see her look and notice. As soon as the door is closed, she steps in to kiss me and at the same time she grabs my dick through the fabric of my shorts.

"Someone is happy to see me." she says, smiling a bold smile.

"Is it that obvious?"

"It is to me."

And then she kissed me. On the mouth. Soft at first, then full and fleshy, affectively, horny. Then lip biting, nibbling, some exciting tongue action. More controlled than yesterday but not less eager. I embraced her, tenderly at first, her eager kiss made me pull her in and press her body against me. My hands slid down her torso and proceeded to grab that nice butt. Not thick, not bubbly but present and firm. Couldn't wait to see and feel that naked.

Settling in

"That's a great welcome, thank you." She said as she slowly pulled back from the kiss.

I stepped back and gestured towards the living room.

"Welcome to my humble abode, again..." I announced. "You know the way." I said with a wink.

As she passed me, she touched my crotch again while making a complementary low growling sound. I laughed and she smiled back, with an alluring look. She also blushed rather deep.

"I guess you'd like a glass of water," I asked "...or is the occasion festive enough for wine?"

"Well," she said, "to be honest, I'm acting strong but I'm a bit scared... apprehensive?"

She suddenly looked away a bit shy, with such a deep blush that even turned her neck red. She then sat down on the couch and continued:

"So I'll take a glass of white if you have that, please, for encouragement. And I'll happily add the occasion."

I got two glasses and poured a nice Californian chardonnay. I sat down on the salon table in front of her and we touched glasses in a toast. I took a sip, she took a good swallow.

"I wouldn't have guessed you being scared. You indeed seem very confident. I'm glad you told me though. What scares you?" I inquired.

She sighed a big sigh, looked me in the eye and then said: "Well, my hubby is my first and only lover. Never felt another man in my life. Not even felt up another man though I've been felt up on occasion, before I met him. But it never went further. That and the fact that I'm in the process of cheating on him... It's kinda scary"

"First of all, you... we... don't have to do this..." I said "... when you say stop, it stops."

I had my hand on her knee and she put hers on it, squeezed it and said: "I really want to go ahead. It's been on my mind throughout the night... In fact for some time now I've been fantasizing about it."

She looked at me with a longing smile and continued: "I've now made the first step and we're both eager, willing and able to follow up on it."

I leaned forward and kissed her, gently but full on the lips. Then I sat up and we toasted again.

She: "To the thrill."

"And the lust we have for each other." I added.

She grinned at that, took a big sip and lifted her skirt to give me a peek of her intimates.

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Warm-up

White cotton, tight around the shape of her Venus, the trouser legs following the line of her groin. So simple, so sexually exciting. The shape of her Venus was as I expected from yesterday's selfie. Two small but relative long lips with a well-defined slit down the middle. But what made me most horny was watching her hornyness grow. While she offered me this view, be still my heart, a wet spot appeared in the pure white fabric. I looked at her in awe with the slightest smile but breathed heavily out accompanied by a desperate... "Ohhh..."

I licked my lips with a flick of my tongue. My heart pounded in my throat. I felt a warmth spreading in my body from my heart out. My head was racing ahead and I was thinking: "I'm going to slowly work her up orally. I'm going to be eating her juicy pussy out, I'm going to make her come at least once. I'm going to take all her possible inhibitions, which will pave the way towards my final goal." My great desire was overtaking any common sense left in me. My nerve system was fully active 'cause I kind of sensed the dopamine flooding the pleasure center of my brain, dulling all reason. In short: I was thinking with my dick from there on out. My mind went: "I'm confident I'll get there but I've got to follow the path, no diversions... no diversions!"

"This is going to be all about you," I managed to say, "your sexual needs, your pleasure."

"And what about you?" she asked.

"Don't you worry about me, I'll get my kicks out of pleasing you. And while I'm pleasing you, I'll most certainly please myself."

I downed my glass as did she, following my example. I took her glass and set both behind me on the table. I then put my hands on her knees and slowly opened her legs.

She took a deep breath and held it. We stared into each other's eyes as she opened her legs further with me. I slid down on my knees, between her legs. I stroked the inside of her thighs, slowly moving up, working her up while pushing back her skirt. The skirt is tight, so I unbuttoned the lowest closure. Then the next. Then I teased her inner thighs to which she opened her legs even wider. I unbuttoned one more, revealing the soft and wet cotton covering that most intimate part of her body: her nice, slim Venus... ridge, rather than hill. Her excitement was not only showing, I could smell it. The wet cotton had become somewhat transparent. Pink inner lips were already pushing against the cloth, moistening it, in fact, they soaked the cotton that covered her pussy. Her breath was heavy. Her legs moved together a bit and then opened up again, a bit further. She turned her pelvis forward and up in horny expectation. Three buttons to go, and I took my time, gently stroking her thighs ever closer to her groin, interspersed by the undoing of yet another button. One more stroke and I reached her panties. She watched my every move and when I touched the fabric, she inhaled sharply. With one button to go, my fingers touched the wet cotton, slightly pushing against the soft warm flesh beneath. She let out her breath with a soft moan. I stroked downward with my fingers and then up with my thumb. Another moan. The last button and her skirt fell open, out of the way. I took an admiring look. Blond hair, blue eyes, white shirt with hard nipples sticking through, the shirt tight down over an ever so slight tummy sloping in a captivating continuous curve towards her love triangle that was still covered with more white cotton.

Slender legs bent over the edge of the couch, feet in white tennis shoes. The laces had not been knotted, rather pushed away in the shoe. I quickly took them off and came up to touch her face. My fingers touched her cheek and moved up towards her ear, pushing back a strand of hair. My hand moved further towards her neck, gently pulling her towards me. I leaned in to kiss her, tenderly. A bit of nibbling, a bit of tongue, but no heavy French kiss. We both breathed heavily. My hand moved down her neck, towards and over her breast, stopping at a nipple to give it a gentle squeeze. She giggled, I smiled. The smell of her excitement filled my nostrils. It started to overpower her perfume and it sent another heatwave through my body. I felt my hard member rearing. I moved down further and with both hands, I grabbed her unnies. She pushed her butt up and I removed the warm wet cotton while she removed the skirt from under her, throwing it aside.

I closed my eyes, put the damp fabric to my face and inhaled deep through my nose, letting her odor fill my senses. I opened my eyes and looked into her face that was beaming with anticipation.

"May I please taste your love?"

She slid her bottom forward a bit more, turned her intimacy up towards me and said:

"Nice of you to ask. Please do, I long for you to give me pleasure like that." She kind of stated it formally.

Admittance

I now had a free view of her luscious love loft. There was some hair, blond hair. She's a natural blonde. Obviously she trimmed it. Above her slit, there was a more or less triangular bush. Not thick but present. I moved a hand over her stomach, over her love triangle. The hairs were soft and springy. There were small soft hairs on her outer labia as well, but shorter than the bush above them.

Her inner labia had pushed her outer lips apart, revealing her crumbled inner labia peeping from between the outer parts. The fissure within the cleft emitted a whitened cream of excitement. It had formed drops that were just about to slither down. She opened her legs further, offering her honey to me. My hand slid over her skin, sideways over her groin and onto her inner legs. I then touched the crumpled flesh with my thumb, moving from low between her legs upward, putting slight pressure on the soft flesh. It parted slightly as I followed the cleft towards where her little knob was hiding. The touch excited her visibly -more cream seeped out- as well as audibly -a shivering sigh with a moaning sound- while her pelvic area turned forward and up, squirming under the touch of my thumb. More cream was rising from her depths.

She pushed one finger down on the top of her slit, thus letting her clitoris emerge from her hiding place.

"Oh, I can't delay any more." and I bent forward.

"Eat me..." she moaned.

Then a little chuckle...

"Lunch is served."

My face was millimeters from her warm wet flesh as I looked up and laughed.

"Thank you mam" I replied.

"Bon appΓ©tit" she countered.

There were smiles all around. It was great to have happy fun too. And then I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the juice that started to flow down her exposed rosa flesh. I glanced and gave her a look showing her I loved it.

"You even blush down here."

She stroked through my hair and said: "Do you like it?"

"Oh, I love it. I've longed for this so much. My wife never lets me do this, she thinks its filthy."

"She knows not what she's missing."

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