*This is a long story and involves elements of female domination and financial domination. There is very little sex to start with. If you're not ok with any of these things please don't read*
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I stood at the bay window, hiding slightly behind the curtains so my spying would be less obvious. The house next door was finally getting a new occupant after several months of sitting vacant, and I was getting his first look at his my neighbor.
The small U-Haul truck backed into the driveway accompanied by the normal irritating beeping. The engine shut off and one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen stepped out of the cab. She was medium height, with straight brown hair and brown eyes and looked to be in her mid 20s. Her full red lips were curved in a smile as she took in her new place. She wore a short sundress covered in a floral print that showed off her beautiful bare legs as well as an eye-popping amount of cleavage. I found himself getting hard as my hand wandered down between my legs. I couldn't believe my luck. My previous neighbor was a cranky older man who hardly spoke a word except to complain if the garbage truck put my trash cans down on his side of the property line - and now I was sharing a property line with this stunning girl.
She walked around to the rear of the truck. Picking a key from a keyring, she bent at the waist to fiddle with the lock on the sliding rear door. A gust of wind blew her dress as she bent down, and I gasped as I saw a peek of her perfect round ass covered by a pair of lacy light blue panties. Startled, she pulled her hem down, looking around self-consciously. Hidden behind the curtain in the darkened room, I thought it was unlikely she could see me. Unlocking the truck, she opened the back and scrambled inside.
It looked like she was planning on unloading all of her things by herself and I realized this was the perfect opportunity. Checking to make sure my hard-on wasn't too obvious, I raced to the kitchen and filled up a glass with ice and lemonade that I had just squeezed that morning. Barging out my front door I approached my new neighbor, glass in hand.
"Hi - I'm Chris...from next door. Looks like we're neighbors! I thought you looked thirsty and maybe could use a hand with your stuff?"
She set down the box she was carrying and smiled at me. God she's gorgeous, I thought to myself.
"That's so nice of you! I'm Amber!" She thrust out her hand and shook mine. "It that lemonade?"
"Yes...I made it this morning" I replied. It took a massive amount of willpower to not blatantly stare at her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra and it looked like her boobs were going to burst out of her skimpy dress.
"Wow, a cute guy who squeezes his own lemonade - looks like I hit the neighbor jackpot" She joked as she took the glass from my hand and raised it for a drink. It was like something from a commercial - condensation from the drink ran down the glass and dripped onto her chest. I found myself hardening even more as I watched the drop of water slide down her breasts until it disappeared into her ample cleavage. Looking up, I saw she was watching me over the rim of the glass with one eyebrow cocked.
"Um...welcome to the neighborhood" I stammered, embarrassed at being caught so blatantly ogling her body. I felt myself blushing. Wait...did she just call me cute? I knew she was way out of my league in that department. I'm not bad looking - medium height, rather on the skinny side - but I was never the guy in class that the girls all chased.
"Actually I'm so glad you showed up - I'm completely exhausted - those few boxes I carried were all books! I'm going to sit for just a few minutes and rest if...maybe you wouldn't mind taking over for a bit?"
She took a seat on her porch steps and took another sip of her drink. I couldn't help but notice how her dress rode up her leg, exposing her beautifully toned thigh. She must work out or play some sort of sport, I thought to myself.
"Uh...sure!" I stammered again. Mentally I kicked myself. I sounded like an insecure middle school boy in front of his crush, not a 35 year old successful owner of my own electronics consulting firm.
I hopped in the truck and immediately went for the heaviest box, trying to empress her in another juvenile display. It was heavy as hell - she wasn't joking about these being full of books!
"That one goes upstairs- second door on the left!" She said helpfully as I struggled up the porch steps with the box that must have weighed at least 75 pounds. I groaned internally but responded with a chipper "Sure! No problem!"