She was my neighbour. The truth is I hardly ever saw her, but when I did my cock acted like that of an inexperienced boy. She was a photographer; who travelled all over the world in search of the perfect shot. I had seen some of her work in a gallery, the only way I could describe it would be saying it was sensual. The images always pulled on that gut instinct humans have for wanting to feel loved and cherished.
Some were of women or men; clothed or nude, in all sizes, shapes and colours. Some were of couples, in various states of undress. One picture I particularly love is a black and white of a woman wearing nothing but a mans white oxford shirt, the first few buttons open. There is a faceless man standing behind her with his hand inside her shirt; caressing her breast. The look on her face is one of pure fantasy, like she’s imagining herself with a stranger. Endless possibilities.
There has been many a night where I’ve fantasized about being that guy and my sexy neighbour wearing that shirt. I’ve had screaming orgasms while seeing myself unbutton the shirt, spread it open and devour her body. And since the set of self-portraits she has done, I know exactly what I would be feasting on.
But I knew it was never to be. We hardly even knew each other; we were only passing acquaintances thrown together because we were living next door. I often found myself staring out my bedroom window into her backyard to watch her while she was gardening or sunbathing. I’m sure I could’ve just walked up to her and started a casual conversation about anything and everything homeowners had to deal with on a day-to-day basis, creating more of a friendship. Get my foot in the proverbial door so to speak. To bad I didn’t have the nerve to do it. But as it turns out I didn’t have to, she came to me.
It happened on a typical Sunday; I was just finishing my regular workout. I had decided to do my cardio, once I’d worked up a particularly good sweat I called it quits and headed for the shower. Since the summer was an abnormally hot one and I didn’t have central air I was really looking forward to it to. So you can understand I was a little cranky at being delayed by some one knocking at my door. Who ever it was knew I was home, and wouldn’t give up until I answered. When I wrenched the door open I was a little shocked to see my sexy neighbour Brenna standing on my stoop.
She was staring at me like she was going to make a meal out of me, which only annoyed me even more. Forget that I secretly thought of her as my dream girl, forget that the look she was giving me and the way she licked her lips hungrily was slowly making the blood seep out of my head and into my cock. She had never made any inclinations of wanting to be friendly neighbours, so this unexpected visit told me that she must want something. I decided if she wasn’t going to say anything I was going to get the over with.
“If you’re just gonna stand there staring at me I’m gonna shut this door and go back to my workout.” I guess the sharpness of my tone knocked some sense back into her because her eyes lost that cloudy look, focusing on me instead of my body.
“I’m sorry. That was rather rude of me wasn’t it,” her voice was still husky from her obvious arousal. As she continued to state her reasons for calling I openly appraised her body. She had great tits, and her nipples were hard little buttons straining against her tank top. Not from cold either. She was petite, but had lush curves. Curves of a woman not some toothpick model. I found myself wondering if her tits would fit perfectly in my hands, or if her ass was as firm as it looks. I let my gaze travel over the sarong style skirt she was wearing and settle on her ankles. She was wearing a silver ankle bracelet. For some reason I thought that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I wondered how she’d look wearing only that. I suddenly realized she was waiting for me to answer her question.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked, hoping my lack of attention hadn’t pissed her off.
“I asked if you wouldn’t mind coming over later today. I have a few pieces of heavy furniture that I need to move out of the room I’m going to use for my studio. I’d be willing to compensate you for your time of course.”
Her voice was cool and very professional. If I didn’t know better I’d have pegged her as an ice bitch. But I did know better, I’d heard it often enough when she had left her bedroom windows open. I gazed into her eyes, a slight smirk on my face and told her that it wasn’t a problem. I told her I’d be over in an hour or so. She nodded and headed back to her place. I watched that sweet ass of hers the whole way. Running upstairs to have my shower, I thought of all the wonderful things I could ask for in compensation for my help.
It had been over 4 months since I’d felt a woman under me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had calluses’ on my right hand from jacking off so much. The thought of getting her in bed was too much for me to handle. Despite my cold shower my cock was rigid and purple. I decided to let the poisons out before going over there and as I stroked my cock I imagined it sliding in and out her warm mouth, her hand griping my balls. It didn’t take long for me to cum. When I finished dressing I grabbed something to drink and headed out over to her place.
It took us a good three hours to move everything. I wondered how she managed to even get the large desk and other pieces into the room. They seemed to weigh more than a truck! By the time we were finished I was in desperate need for some thing to drink. Sensing my need she asked if I wanted a beer.
“I would kill for one.” I said, wiping sweat from my brow with my forearm.
