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I liked the way he looked while moving the lawn. Now, I know, a middle-aged housewife should have more important things to do than stare out her bedroom window at her hot, shirtless neighbor sweating beneath the sun… but I find it very hard to look away.
Ever since the Williams moved in across the road, my house-keeping and organizing duties have suffered. He was constantly outside working, doing little or big tasks here and there. His body- tanned and muscular, moved methodically across his projects, never missing the smallest detail.
I loved the way beads of sweat would roll down his thick chest, his dark hair capturing them. He was a real ‘’man’s man”, as they say, and I wanted every inch of him.
Occasionally, as he worked, I would dress in a skimpy, low cut, workout tank and shorts. I would walk outside, stretching and bending, moving to the mailbox to pick up my letters. Of course I would do this when he was in a prime position to see my breasts, teasingly peeking out of my top. Or bending to stretch my legs right in the direction where my ass was in full view. I would turn back to him, smile, and give a cute little wave.
This would sometimes fluster him as he grinned and waved back, but I knew he liked it.
So, I developed a plan. One day, I dressed in the tightest little cute dress, feeling confident in my curves and body. After cooking up the most delicious recipe in my kitchen, I took a very small rag and pushed it into the drain, clogging it to the point of being hidden.
Knowing my sexy neighbor was outside, sweating in the sun, I walked out to join him. “Excuse me, sorry to bother you!” I laughed, cutely.
He turned to me as he was bent on his knee, dropping his hammer and focusing on me against the sun in his eyes. He smiled and wiped a bead of sweat from his beard, ahh… I loved the way his muscles moved under the hot sun.
“Of course, how can I help you?” He acted normal, but I could see a shimmer in his eye. I think he might have known I had something up my sleeve.
“My sink is completely clogged and I called my regular plumber, he’s out of town. The only one who can come in is at the end of this week, and I’m just in the middle of cooking up this delicious feast… I was wondering, if by chance, you wouldn’t mind taking a look for me? I would really, really… appreciate it.”
He looked down at his work, seeming to deliberate for a moment before his response. He glanced toward his house- no other cars in his driveway, no one home. Looking back at me, he stood up and adjusted his belt, making me fantasize dirtily about what’s underneath.
“Of course, I’m here to help.” He said, sexily, following my footsteps as I flip my hair and flash him a charming smile.
We move inside my house; loving having my neighbor secretly inside my walls. We saunder to the kitchen.
“May I offer you something to drink?” I flirtatiously ask, opening up my beverage fridge. “A beer?”
“A beer would be great,” he chuckles, sizing up my ass in my tight dress.
“Great,” I wink at him, handing him the bottle and moving to my sink. “So it’s the drain, right over here. For some reason it won’t budge.”
He comes up closely beside me, I can feel his hot, shirtless body pulsating beside me. It was making me wet already.
He reaches next to me, our arms making contact, electricity flying through them. Reaching into the drain, he jiggled and moved the inside, trying to make it budge.
I take a step back and take this opportunity as he works, my favorite thing to watch him do, to size up his body once more. I’m loving the way his back muscles squeeze together as his big hands work the sink, his thick arms and chest making me dream of kissing them. I see the outline of his package, pushing against the countertop.
I move to the stove, where my homemade sauce was cooking. I turn off the heat and wave the aroma of spices into the air.
“Ahh.. that smells delicious.” My gorgeous guest suddenly murmurs, closer behind me than I realized. I turn around to face him. He’s holding the small rag I clogged the drain with earlier. “And I found your culprit. Something tells me that this rag made its way there on purpose.” He gave me a hungry look in his eyes as I noticed his cock suddenly growing bigger beneath his jeans and belt. “That you put it there on purpose.”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” I give a teaseful smile, as I take my finger and dip it lightly into my saucepan. With the sauce on the tip of my finger, we move in closer together. “Would you like a taste?” I hold my finger up to him, seductively.
He doesn’t utter a word, but steps towards me, and places his thick lips around my finger, maintaining eye contact as he traces it with his tongue and sucks the flavor off. “Delicious.” We sensually get closer, as he moves to my neck, biting and sucking my skin as I moan.
He whispers close to my ear, his hot breath making me shudder. “I see you coming outside in your little skirts. Your perky little tits popping out hoping I see. Well.. I see. And I’m gonna fuck you so hard just like you imagine every time you’ve bent over in front of me.”
He roughly grabs the back of my hair, turning me around on the counter as I moan in pleasure under his touch. I want him to fuck me. Hard and fast. Like the horny, naughty neighbor I am… on the counter in my own home.
He unbuckles his belt, revealing the thickest, hardest cock I’ve ever seen. He arches my back against the counter, and stretches my ass apart as he pushes deeply into me. I’m dripping wet, and gasps as he fills me. He thrusts and pounds me, talking dirty to me as I orgasm over and over again against his huge cock. Finally, after spreading my legs in a way even better than I had fantasized about, he pulls out, moaning and cumming all over my back and ass. I love the way his hot, wet, liquid feels against my skin.
I turn back around, taking my other finger, and wiping off a drop of his warm liquid off my back. I sensually place it in my mouth, sucking it off. “Now it’s my turn to taste.”
“You dirty girl,” He moans and laughs, buckling his belt up once more. “Now you let me know if you have any more problems. Unclog a sink..borrow some sugar.. I’m here.” He says with a wink.
“Will do,” I flirtatiously smile back, adjusting my dress to its natural position. “Our dirty little secret. Bye, neighbor.” I mutter with a naughty smile, thinking of all the other rooms I will bring him to next.