The story of me and my neighbor.
Prelude
This younger couple moved in two doors down. She's a doctor's assistant and he's a pharmacist. She's handy, he's not. And since I'm running a business that does odd jobs, I am. And thus I've got the tools to support my craft. I helped them, in fact: her, fix and add things to their house. She's a nice looking young woman with a body to die for. One kid just after moving in. She quit her job to raise the boy. I helped with the baby room. And some more adjustments in the years after.
To communicate about her wishes, we app pictures. Obviously she was in them every now and then. She's not the type to dress up. Somewhat between a tom-boyish, 'why bother I look good enough without' and 'rather comfortable to wear than having to endure'. At some point I dared to make a cheeky remark when a picture of her bathroom showed a mirror reflection that revealed a small part of a naked breast. I was relieved it fell in fertile grounds. Amongst the two of us, we have exchanged some flirty banter since then. During one build, we stood close a few times, even touched. It drew some double bottomed comment, going both ways, but nothing explicit was ever said, let alone done.
Then her hubby was struck with a burn-out. He fell apart. He got help but he's been a mess for quite some time now. There's several medicines available but which is the right one? One goes through the process of trying. To see if it is effective takes several months, up to 9 or so. He's trying his fourth recipe now.
Also Covid kicked in. Not that any of us got (seriously) sick, but we worked from home a lot. My wife continued to go to the office as much as possible. It's close and for her type of work much more convenient.
It turned out the neighbor's therapist was over during coffee break time several times a week so I invited her to help me actually take a break by coming over for a cup. We talked about many things, including the state of her husband and her wellbeing. These moments especially, I sincerely aimed to support her. And yes, I know that I'm prone to check out the female bodies I'm confronted with. I try to hide my prying eyes by looking when the attention is somewhere else... but I know women know when they're observed. She never blinked, flinched, let alone recoiled. Which is comforting.
Then all of a sudden, the conversation changed. Without warning the subject of... let's say marital obligations came up, or rather the lack thereof. It started with joking at first. Humor is a good thing. But some silences fell and she stared at me... and even at my crotch. I couldn't help notice. Then she sort of confessed she missed the intimacy, the sex. I said I felt sorry for her. Not much was said after that first intimate disclosure. With goodbyes I tend to hug. And did so with her as well. These hugs became... let's say 'warmer' with the growing intimacy of our talks.
In addition to my previous remark about checking out females, I have to admit that I've got quite the dirty mind. In my head I rate most women I meet, encounter and sometimes even the ones that pass by. I rate them on worth fucking and/or worth breeding; the rating being 'somewhat' through 'gladly' with 'hungrily' as top notch. Now my sweet neighbor is without a doubt gladly fuckable but my fantasy started to expand to breedable. It's a dangerous fantasy of someone I see so often but I can't help my mind wandering, wondering what it would be like. By the time she confided the intimate things about her relationship, it had moved up to 'hungry breeding desired'. And when she started checking my manhood out, it became, let's say "noticeably worth checking out". But still, no more physical contact than the warmer hug.
A new project came up at their house, a wardrobe with sliding doors, one mirrored door needed. She put herself in the picture as if in front of a mirror.
I made a daring remark upon which she changed clothing and sent me the result. When my remarks on the outfits carefully moved from daring in the direction of explicit she sent me increasingly luring pics. I found I had to respond with something. I started with images showing off my muscles, ending with a bare torso and just my boxers in a kind of bodybuilders pose. Her reactions were enthusiastic. My heart pounded, amongst other physical reactions. She showed me some new purchases; a shirt, a dress. I ventured to remark that it would be nice to attend the session. As a response, I got a glimpse, a GIF picture of the first part of undressing (lifting up the shirt, showing belly and the color of the bra, only just). It was when the exchange stopped, it was that time of day.
Appetite
We had another coffee break. She wore that cotton beach dress that ends well above her knees from the previous 'warming it up'-session. Sitting in front of me, I caught a few glimpses of her unnies, lilac. I got turned on, having to 'change gears'. Once with a refill but I couldn't hide shifting in second with her suddenly turning towards me and taking in my gesture. The conversation continued almost without pause. She was increasingly more open about her missing intimacy. I didn't dare to exploit that (yet?) though, considering it to be a moment of trust for her to confide in me. Notwithstanding my obvious excitement. I did tell her that I understand but that it is complex to help her in that field. Her blush was obvious.
A short time later the goodbye hug. And then it became more than a hug. She proceeded to hold me tight, pressing her body against mine. I returned the gesture and pulled her in. I stroked her back moving slowly down towards her butt. She glanced up to me with that questioning look. I moved my lips ever so slowly towards hers and she responded hungrily, pressing her lips against mine. I opened my mouth and nibbled her lips, teasing with my tongue. And then we full feverishly frenched. She pressed her chest against mine and I grabbed her bum, pulling her lower body against my hard-on. She returned the favor, rubbing her soft lower front against my firmness by turning her pelvis back and forward. I pressed her against the door, grabbed her butt under her skirt. The fabric of her panties felt soft, like terry cloth. I slid my hands lower and lifted her up, pulling her legs towards my hips. She hung on to my neck and the heated tongue battle raged on. I started grinding up against her, hard, almost banging against the door. I brought my fingers between her thighs from behind and touched her panties far between her legs. Her dampness was noticeable. I felt her breasts and her hard nipples through our shirts. I felt her crotch rubbing against mine. I pressed my fingers against the cloth covering her entrance to heaven. She moaned in my mouth then gasped for air.
After a minute or so, she stopped kissing.
"This is great but I really need to go now." she said.
Reluctantly I let her slide down and kissed her on the forehead, it was slightly sweaty.
"Will you be home alone tomorrow?" She asked.
"I'm quite certain I will." I said.
She told me her hubby would have some quality time with their son and take him to the playground by the lake so she'd have ample alone time.
I kissed her sweetly and said: "Wait one second."
I quickly grabbed a towel and a glass of water from the kitchen. Her smile disarming and full of longing, she dried her face and neck, drank the glass and then I let her out. Looks like my fantasy is materializing.
Anticipation
Not ten minutes later, a picture came in. A selfie of her lifting her dress to show her lilac unnies. That alone would have been hot enough, showing her slender Venus Hill consisting of two prolonged ridges with a clearly defined slit. What made it horny as hell was the darkened blot that colored the lilac purple from the top of her Venus down between her legs. I was still half hard but my dick sprang to attention right away: Schwing!
I apped back: "I'm so hard, it hurts.", accompanied by the eggplant emoji. She replied with a blushing smiley.
My wife went to bed earlier than I, as usual, so I could watch some boys TV programs... allegedly. I grabbed my mobile and watched her pics, took out my dick and jerked off. It was a good orgasm and I could hardly wait for tomorrow.
Lovely day
The next morning I became a bit concerned about my wife staying home but she had a dentist appointment before going to the office (I totally forgot). She left the house a little later. It's still too early though...
At ten thirty I see the husband and her son leave by bike. Fifteen long minutes later she walks up the path to our door. I quickly go down the stairs (my office room is on the second floor) and open the door with an inviting gesture. And then I noticed her outfit. She's wearing a tight white T-shirt. No bra! Her titties are visible as round elevations with her nipples standing up, pricking against the cotton fabric. The T is tucked in a tight jeans skirt with buttons in front. Rather shorter than the dress from yesterday, just a few centimeters below her butt. Simple low white sneakers below and a radiating smile on top to finish it off. Lovely... no, enticing! And... Yes, she didn't dress up as such. They're simple clothes. But she chose this set for the occasion, obviously. Showing off her great figure. Easy to take off. I do see and realize that, and it's so sweet... and hot at the same time.
If I wasn't turned on from expectation since getting up, her presenting herself ready for me definitely makes me 'Schwing' then and there. I gawked and her smile broadened.
Me, I've chosen to wear cargo shorts, topped off with a soft fabric T that's tight enough to show some muscle but wide enough to comfortably remove. No shoes, barefoot. No underwear too. I removed it just after my wife left. It's warm, I work from home and in anticipation I wanted to wear something comfortable, uncomplicated and light. I'm having a proper hard-on already. And it shows because I see her look and notice. As soon as the door is closed, she steps in to kiss me and at the same time she grabs my dick through the fabric of my shorts.
"Someone is happy to see me." she says, smiling a bold smile.
"Is it that obvious?"
"It is to me."
And then she kissed me. On the mouth. Soft at first, then full and fleshy, affectively, horny. Then lip biting, nibbling, some exciting tongue action. More controlled than yesterday but not less eager. I embraced her, tenderly at first, her eager kiss made me pull her in and press her body against me. My hands slid down her torso and proceeded to grab that nice butt. Not thick, not bubbly but present and firm. Couldn't wait to see and feel that naked.
Settling in
"That's a great welcome, thank you." She said as she slowly pulled back from the kiss.
I stepped back and gestured towards the living room.
"Welcome to my humble abode, again..." I announced. "You know the way." I said with a wink.
As she passed me, she touched my crotch again while making a complementary low growling sound. I laughed and she smiled back, with an alluring look. She also blushed rather deep.
"I guess you'd like a glass of water," I asked "...or is the occasion festive enough for wine?"
