Even through the window, Chase could tell that the woman was a looker. Her long blonde hair easily reached her wide hips, while her arms seemed to be smooth and muscular. He could tell that she was definitely on the larger side, but that suited him fine. That's where his preferences ran to, anyways. "More cushion for the pushin'", he thought to himself as he peered over at the new neighbor. She and a male (Chase couldn't tell from their actions whether they were friends, dating, or married) had begun moving items in yesterday, starting with the furniture. It appeared that now they were bringing in all the boxes and knick-knacks. Curious, he kept glancing towards the large picture window as he watched TV, hoping to catch a glimpse that would tell him what type of people these new neighbors were.
They seemed to be nice people. They shared in the job of bringing items into the house, opened the door for each other, and seemed to work nicely in unison; obviously they'd been together long enough for a system and easy camaraderie to have been concretely established. Working together to bring in the larger, heavy items and boxes, muscling open the door... it was almost like a dance. Chase kept glancing over, enjoying the way that the woman's shorts stretched across her voluptuous bottom, showing off the indent between her buttocks. The white tank top she wore soon dampened with sweat, showing the rich purple hue of her bra, and the tendrils of hair brushing her neck and cheeks began to stick to her skin. Chase found himself daydreaming of how she would look in bed. "Probably a lot like that," he thought to himself. "Cheeks pinkened from exertion, damp hair caressing her neck, eyes shiny with excitement, skin moist with a light sheen of perspiration... breasts heavy and full, swinging as she moves..." He closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to take over, unzipping his trousers as he did so.
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Several days later, Chase was outside, reading a magazine and swinging in his hammock, when he began to hear subtle noises from next door. Thinking the new neighbor just had her TV louder than normal, he tuned it out, returning to the article on trout fishing that he had previously been thoroughly engrossed in. A few minutes later, a guttural cry rent the air, and he lifted his upper half off the hammock, wondering if he ought to run next door and make sure everything was alright. As he debated, more noises filled the air. A loud moan, followed by harsh panting and an almost indecipherable sound of "thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack...."
"Good God," he whispered aloud, "the woman is a sex goddess!" Lying back down, Chase put down his magazine, content to listen to the drama unfolding next door. His home hid his backyard from the curious gaze of passersby, while the shrubs he had planted, as well as the neighbors' low picket fence, ensured his complete privacy. As a bachelor, he had need of privacy. Although he was by no means a player, he had his share of women friends, and even if one were not over, he preferred walking around his house nude or wearing only boxer briefs to being fully dressed.
Another loud moan interrupted his reverie, and he fumbled with the button on his now-snug shorts as the air continued to be a conduit between his next door neighbor and himself. Gripping his cock firmly in one hand, he began to slowly pump as he closed his eyes; if he strained his ears, he was able to hear every word.
"Oh fuck yes, fuck me harder!" She was screaming to her lover, her voice hoarse in her passion. The thwack-ing sounds grew louder, and Chase smiled as he placed the sound as that of a tight ball sack vigorously slapping a wet pussy mound during a ferocious, uninhibited sexcapade. His hand moved faster, and a soft moan escaped his lips as he again imagined his beautiful, well-endowed neighbor resting doggy style on her bed, her large breasts swaying with the force of the thrusts from her lover, her long blonde hair a veil around her shoulders as she took the hard length deep into her weeping pussy.
Rhythmic moaning filled the air, turning into fast, coarse grunts as the speed of the thrusts apparently increased. "That's right, you fat slut, giving me your gorgeous body to pound.... Take it like a woman, that's a good girl! Ohhhh, god yes, your fucking pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight, it's all I can do not to cum right now...." Chase heard a man say roughly, a loud smack punctuating every pause. Gripping himself tighter, Chase tensed up, imagining pounding the luscious pussy of his new neighbor, watching her flesh wiggle and jiggle as he moved, grabbing a hard nipple to pinch as he drove himself to completion...
"Ohhhhhhhh," he gasped as his cock began to jerk, his cum erupting like a geyser from the head. He threw his head back, breathing harshly, still pumping hot seed from his cock, as he listened to the neighbor complete his own play. Breathing heavily, willing his heart-rate to return to normal, Chase lie still as the voices next door quieted, a heavy-handed smack and a barely audible "That's my good girl," wafting to him on the breeze. He smiled. If the pleased voice was anything to go by, his new neighbor was quite a ride.
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"Can I borrow your lawnmower?" Fleshy pink lips parted in a pout after the question, obviously disappointed about something.
"I... I beg your pardon?" Chase asked, borrowing time until he could find his tongue again. His neighbor had finally made an appearance on his front step, in an outfit that made his jaw hit the floor. Jean short-shorts, a loose turquoise tank top, and a white sports bra was the frame for her natural beauty today, while her feet were encased in a pair of black sneakers. Gold earrings framed her round face, accentuated even more since her hair was pulled up and in a ponytail at the back of her head. Her beautiful blue eyes were emphasized by sooty black lashes, and shone with intelligence and humor, almost as if she could read his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself properly, have I? My apologies, I'm Myra, I moved in next door about a week ago," She explained, a smile lifting her lips and making her eyes sparkle even more brightly. "I've been working on unpacking and haven't gotten around to meeting anyone. I was just going to start on some outdoor stuff, but my lawnmower doesn't seem to want to start, and I just can't stand long grass in the yard. It makes me feel so unbearably flustered, like a chicken with my head cut off. I can't start one thing without being side-tracked by another!"
Laughing, Chase extended his hand to the up-beat woman. "I'm Chase," he said with a warm smile, his eyes heating up and running down her length appreciatively as he remembered hearing her tête-à-tête from 2 days ago. "I can understand what you mean. I think if I put off mowing for even a day too long, my yard would be overrun by dandelions!"
Myra nodded, a smile gracing her beautiful face. "So, would you mind if I borrowed your lawnmower?" she asked again, her features turning somewhat serious as she questioned him. Chase shook his head, brown hair ruffling the tips of his ears.
