The Woman Next Door
Everyone having sex is at least 18 years of age. Plenty of sexual intercourse, masturbation and oral sex. From start to finish. No anal. I was not an English major in college so please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors. I've tried my best, going over the story a half dozen times before submitting. Deal with it. Your comments and high scores are very much appreciated. Enjoy reading. Thank you. NYBoss.
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Jon Becker was having dinner at the house of a now, former part-time girlfriend, Sandy Parker. When dinner ended, Sandy took Jon into her bedroom. "Please sit in the chair," as she pointed to a large comfortable chair near the king size bed. Sandy had this ritual, one that Jon had become tired of. One where Sandy controlled the narrative of their lovemaking. From the way she undressed for him, to the way she splayed her legs, showing her thick blonde bush, to the way she wanted him to masturbate for her, showering his seed on her bush or large tits. Tits that had perfect nipples, usually 1/2" long when erect, which was most of the time.
After a few dates he found out that she didn't like him to take charge with their lovemaking, especially Jon initiating going down on her. The fucking was good, but he wanted more. When she did let him lick her, he loved the feeling of his tongue on her thick bush, separating her labia with his tongue and finally sucking on her large clitoris making her scream out as she came.
Tonight, he had had enough. "Sandy, tonight I want to go down on you, not masturbate for you. Come here."
Reluctantly, Sandy jumped on the bed and spread her legs. Jon did his best and had Sandy pushing his facing into her pussy. He inserted two fingers into her pussy while continuing to lick her sensitive bud. Sandy began to play with her medium size tits, pulling her nipples. Forgetting she wasn't in charge, she started screaming. "Oh, God.........God, fucking cumming. Ayyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeee."
Jon let Sandy rest for a few minutes before he told her to go on her knees. She was sufficiently wet that his 7" cock slid into her pussy without any resistance. He grabbed hold of her hips and pushed his cock into the familiar pussy.
She didn't encourage him as he was fucking her.
Jon yelled, "Cumming."
With little emotion Sandy cried, "I'm cumming, too, she said with little emotion.
John slammed into her one more time and sent his seed into her pussy. He stayed in her for a minute as his cum began seeping out. He rolled over and joined her on the pillows.
There was little emotion during the act of sex. As they were lying together, Sandy grabbed a robe and covered herself, something she rarely did, as she liked to stay nude, immediately after their respective orgasms.
They had met at one of the showrooms where he did business. The relationship, in his mind, had run its course. He thought Sandy was in agreement.
The next day, Jon called Sandy and the feeling was mutual that the relationship had run its course. They were together four months. This was six months ago. He had not been with a woman since Sandy.
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"I'm home," shouted Jon as he entered his home in the town of Katonah, New York. Katonah was in northern Westchester County, some sixty miles from New York City.
"Be right down," his seventeen-year-old daughter Stevie yelled back.
"How was school?" Her dad yelled to her.
"Same old, same old." She yelled back.
Stevie is a seventeen-year-old, junior at John Jay High School where she is a member of the basketball and soccer teams. She is an excellent athlete who has played on the varsity teams since she was a freshman. She plays point guard on the basketball team and striker on the soccer team. She is a very pretty, willowy 5'7" tall brown-haired athlete. A basketball or soccer scholarship, to college may be hard to come by, which is okay by her, as she is focused on her art. While she loves being on the team, a star on the team, her real passion is art, designer art. She has worked with all mediums; charcoals, oils, and watercolors. She wants to design women's clothing, more specifically, clothing for teen age girls.
Furthermore, she has compiled a book of sketches that she hopes to use, as her brag book, when she interviews, in her senior year. for a spot at FIT.
Jon's wife, Debbie was the perfect wife and perfect mom. Then, on one terrible day, after a visit to the OBGYN, she was told she had developed ovarian cancer. At first, the doctors thought they caught the cancer in time. However, none of the treatments worked. She fought the good fight, but eventually passed away when Stevie was four. She has very little memories of her mom.
She loves her dad, but she has been without a mom through her formative years. While her dad is great, there were things she could only discuss with a woman, a mom. Her mom's friends helped out but it was not the same.
"Want to go out for pizza?" her father shouted. It was a beautiful Tuesday, May 7th evening.
Stevie found herself rushing down the steps and bumped into her dad.
"Pizza is great," as she gave her dad a kiss on his cheek.
"Dad, before we go, can we drop off cookies I made for our new neighbor? I saw her standing in front on her porch today."
"That's fine. So good of you to do that. Let me grab a bottle of wine and add it to your cookies." Jon went to his wine rack and took a bottle of Flowers Pinot Noir off the shelf.
There are six large houses, built in the 1970's in the large cul-de-sac where Jon and Stevie lived. Each house was set on a one-and-a-half-acre lot. Most of the property was set behind the houses. The house next to Jon's had been on the market for close to six months. The owner had passed away and some parts of the house needed repair.
Sophie and Jon walked to the neighbor's house and rang the doorbell. It had been one week since their neighbor moved into the house.
As she opened the door, they found Sophia Lombardo, wearing a skin tight pair of jeans, a Lehman College sweatshirt and a pair of black flats on her feet. She was about Stevie's height and wore her black hair tied in a pony tail. She had some red lipstick on her lips. She appeared to be about forty years old. She had no lines on her beautiful face and had a generous bust.
"We are your neighbors," Stevie said. "I'm Stevie and this is my dad, Jon Becker. We live next door to you. We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." Stevie handed Sophia the cookies.
"I'm Sophia Lombardo. I'm touched by this. Thank you."
"In case you want something stronger than milk to go with the cookies, please take this." He handed her the bottle of wine. "We know you must be busy, so we'll get going," Jon said.
"Wow, a Flowers Pinot. I need to save this for a special occasion."
"We are going for pizza," Stevie chimed in. "Would you like to join us?"
Her dad looked at her. He said nothing, just smiled.
"I'd love to. I have nothing in the house to eat. Give me a second to get dressed."
"Dad, can I drive?" Stevie had just received her license.
"Okay. Get the car. I'll wait for Sophia here."
Five minutes later, Sophia came out of the house. She changed into a tight-ribbed sweater top and a light jacket. She refreshed her lipstick and grabbed her purse. "All set. Is your wife joining us?" She saw his wedding ring on his finger. Jon saw her looking.
"I'm not married. My wife died twelve years ago. Ovarian cancer. Stevie was five. I keep the ring on for no other reason except that I haven't had a reason to take it off.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"We just met. No reason why you would know. I've got Stevie. I'm very blessed."
"You are. She's a very thoughtful young lady."
"Jump in." Jon said. "Take the front seat." She moved into the passenger side of Jon's Lexus SUV. Jon jumped into the back seat.
"Where are we going?" Sophia asked.
"Place called Amore Pizza. Pretty good food. They also have hot entrees and subs," Jon said.
"I think for me, Pizza sounds good."
Fifteen minutes later they arrived. They waited a few minutes before they were seated.
Making small talk before they ordered, Sophia asked "Tell me about yourself, Stevie. School?"
"I just turned seventeen two weeks ago. I'm a junior at John Jay High School. I play on the varsity basketball and soccer teams. But my true love is art design. By the way, nice sweatshirt you are wearing. I want to go to FIT and become a clothing designer. More specifically, designing for teen girls. I've put together a portfolio, with what I've drawn with acrylics, watercolors, charcoals and pencils. I hope to use it as my brag book when I apply to FIT in my senior year."
"I'd love to see it, if that's okay with you."
"Oh, yeah. I'd be happy to show it to you."
"And, what kind of work do you do, Jon, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Only if you tell us first about you." He smiled at her and she returned the smile.
"I'm a fashion executive mainly men's clothing. I go into New York City to my office usually two days a week. I have an apartment in the city and stay there during those days. I will probably be at the house in Katonah as much as possible. Was married, had one son, but haven't spoken to him in years." A few tears dribbled down her cheek. She took her napkin and quickly dried them. "I like to travel, play golf, root for the Yankees, Rangers, Knicks and Giants. I like Italian, Chinese, and Kosher food. And so, not to keep you guessing, I'm forty-two years old." What she failed to tell them was the fact that she was the CEO of "Great Fashions." She had started the company ten years ago, first with men's clothing, and over the years she had moved into women's fashions, top line stuff. She had close to seventy people working for her. She was billing in the hundreds of millions of dollars every year. She was worth close to five hundred million dollars.
Jon figured she'd be upset if he followed up questioning her about her son so he went in a different direction.
"Can't be. I could have sworn you were at least fifty-two," Jon deadpanned. Sophia playfully punched him in the arm.
"I was a New York City Detective for twelve years until I got shot in my leg. While I can walk properly, I can't run and I couldn't pass the physical. But I can play golf. I took the pension and began working as a contractor. I was always good with tools and building things. While I was not trained as an architect, drawing comes naturally to me. For very large projects I bring in an architect. I started by working on projects in the local community, then Covid hit and the projects dried up. Post-Covid, people were buying the older homes and tearing them down, building mega-mansions. I do renovations. Business has been off a bit, but I'm still doing well.
The table became quiet as the pizza arrived.
Sophia broke the awkward silence. "Stevie," I love the name.
"I was named after Stevie Nicks and after my great grandmother, Anna. My parents loved Fleetwood Mac, so here I am, Stevie Anna."
They enjoyed the pizza. The banter among the three people at the table was light, funny at times. What Stevie couldn't see was the spark between her dad and Sophia. Sophia kept staring at Jon. He was a little over 6-foot tall, muscular but not bulging muscles, no belly fat. He has light brown, falling over his collar and a full brown mustache. Aside from the mustache he was clean shaven. In Sophia's eyes, Jon was very handsome. He was thirty-eight years old.
Jon paid the bill and drove home. During the drive Sophia mentioned that she needed some work in her home and could he stop by and give her his opinion of what could be done,
'When would you like me to stop by?"
