Damien's pants tightened. Jane had been a cock tease all day. They'd been flirting back and forth ever since she moved in across the street but it never moved beyond that. An incessant game of cat and mouse that he wasn't sure would ever come to fruition.
That morning, bright and early on a Saturday Jane parked herself in a lawn chair wearing nothing but a string bikini. The baby pink complimented her tanned skin and Damien couldn't get enough of it.
The whole neighbourhood was scandalised over the ordeal. If only they knew it was for him. It would be the talk of the town.
By the time midday rolled around he couldn't handle it any longer.
Jane peered up above her sunglasses to see her neighbour standing by her picket fence.
"Hello neighbour." Jane winked up at him. He smiled down at her before stepping through her gate. She sat up straight and pushed her sunglasses atop her head letting her caramel locks flow down around her shoulders.
"You've been out here a long time," Damien said. She nodded.
"I'm trying to get a tan."
"You know that's not very good for you?" Damien raised a brow.
Jane gave him a million dollar smile. "I'll live."
Damien's eyes scoured her body. Jane couldn't help but notice. She was glad too, she had been working out for a reason.
Before he could say another word though Jane interrupted with a yawn. "I think I'll go inside."
"Is that an invite?"
"Did you want an invite, Damien?" His name rolled off her tongue like silk. Jane knew she was getting the better of him.
"You've been teasing me, I think I'm owed at least that."
"Teasing? Me? No. You must be thinking of another girl," Jane replied. She began to walk inside and Damien followed her. She didn't protest and he shut her front door behind them. Jane picked up a silk robe from a hook in her front hallway and wrapped it round herself much to Damien's dismay. They walked through the house together and into the kitchen.
"You have a nice little house, how did you come to own this place anyway?"
Jane turned around and placed the pitcher on the counter. "I inherited it. Only grandchild. Lemonade?"
Damien nodded and Jane grabbed two glasses. She wasn't quite expecting it to get this far with him. Well, she wasn't sure how far it would really go. She was bored when she first moved to the suburb, Damien was eye candy and fun to flirt with. Jane didn't actually think she would be inviting him into her home.
"You seem tense?" Damien questioned her. Jane swallowed a breath. She was tense. Damien turned her on and it wasn't something she was used to. As a beautiful woman usually she was in control. Usually she was less infatuated with her partner than they were with her. Her plan to just flirt with Damien was already crumbling in her hands and they hadn't even kissed yet.
Jane took a step back toward the kitchen bench. "I guess I am."
Damien rounded the counter and stood in front of Jane. He dwarfed her, in height but mostly in stature.
"Why's that?"
"You're in my home. In my space," Jane whispered.
"You can say the word and I'll never bother you again." Damien took a step back and Jane's eyes widened like saucers.
"No, no, I don't want it to stop," she said.
"You don't want what to stop? Nothing is happening." Damien couldn't help but chuckle.
"There's things happening."
"What? You teasing me and my cock getting hard? I wouldn't quite describe those series of events as 'things happening'."
Jane's attention honed in on the word cock like a missile. She didn't say a word but her gaze dropped from Damien's eyes to his pants. The tension in the room grew as
"Things, they could happen." Jane continued to stare. She flickered her gaze up to meet Damien's but struggled to hold it as her mind was consumed. His cock now was starting to grow hard and she couldn't not pay attention to it.
"Staring is rude, didn't you know?" Damien chastised. His tone had a biting edge that made Jane's pussy tingle. She wanted him to tell her off and perhaps more.
"No, I wasn't staring," Jane stuttered. Damien closed the gap between them this time, trapping Jane against the kitchen counter. The muscles in his arms popped out as he pushed his palms into the counter creating a cage around Jane. Her eyes were on his. Jane held her breath, she was afraid she would say something crazy so it was best not to risk it. Damien pulled the tie on her silk robe and it fell to the ground. The robe opened up showing a sliver of her smooth body. Jane let it slip on her shoulders and pool around her feet.
The strings on her bikini were tied precariously around her hips. Damien toyed with one in his hand, rolling the soft fabric back and forth in his fingers. Jane didn't protest, she stared at him with wide hopeful eyes until he pulled the thread. With that they fell off her.
Before she knew it Damien had completely stripped her in her own kitchen. Her pussy throbbed-- Jane felt so completely exposed.
She needed to even the playing field.
Jane tiptoed until she reached around Damien's neck. She pulled him down and pressed her lips into his. He returned her kiss with fervour and tangled his arms around her body, pulling her forward until they were flush against one another.
Damien's cock was hard in his pants. Jane felt it prominent pressing up against her stomach through his jeans. She moaned into the kiss as she felt it.
"Where's your bedroom?" Damien pulled back.
"Upstairs." Jane's breathing was heavy but she managed to jump up and tangle herself around Damien's waist.
Damien carried Jane to her room like she weighed nothing.
