Editor: WhiteWave48
Chapter 1 - New neighbor gives Mike a hard time
My strange story begins on a sultry summer's day in a harborside suburb of Sydney, Australia. I stumbled out of bed, my head as dull and thick as the weather, my eyes barely open, grateful that there was no one to nag me for padding around the house in nothing but a T shirt and wrinkled boxers. It had been a late night, but I couldn't seem to sleep past my normal waking time.
More by the Braille method than memory, I found my way into the kitchen of the spacious, nicely-furnished home that I had just moved into and was renting by the month. My clients had so much business here, it was easier to rent than to stay in a hotel and fly back and forth to the states every few weeks. After coaxing a couple of pieces of scorched toast from a testy toaster and downing some funny-tasting orange juice from a carton that warned it was 'best to consume' several weeks back, I perked up a bit.
I knew I should have pulled on my jeans first, but after a quick peek up and down the street I didn't see a soul, so I made a quick dash to the end of the walkway to grab the morning paper. Due to an unfortunate combination of a reckless attitude and a poor aim, the newspaper-boy usually managed to fling my morning newspaper into someone else's yard. That morning was no exception.
Getting down on my hands and knees, I reached into the thicket of the neighbor's hedge and managed to extract most of the paper without trouble. Absent-mindedly I eyed the day's depressing headlines, grimly musing as to why Fate decreed that the Food and Fashion Sections (useless, in my opinion) always survived intact while the front page and critical Sports Section were often rendered unreadable by morning dew or recent rain.
Still kneeling and absorbed in the ball scores of the day before, I was shocked by a decidedly female voice from above.
"Wouldn't it be easier to buy your own paper?"
I froze, but out of the corner of my eye a splash of morning sunlight on flimsy pastel caught my attention. The flimsy, it turned out, was my next-door neighbor clad in nothing but a light green (did they call that 'English lime' or 'avocado'?) negligee and a short white silken bathrobe, tied loosely in the front. I couldn't see her face, but what I could see was very nice.
The real estate broker, I recalled, had said something about my next-door neighbors. The lady of the house was an attractive blonde, Jenny, married to somebody named... Lewis, or Lawrence, or... totally blank... I think she called him 'Guy' for some reason. He, however, was the last thing on my mind at this point.
"Damn," I muttered to myself, "who is this foxy lady?"
As that thought tripped across my mind my eyes wandered up toward a pair of pretty legs, silken panties, jutting breasts and hard nipples. Needless to say, my lower regions began to respond.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"More like the pussy," I answered, then thought... did I really say that?
"I thought I was the only one up this early," she said, pleasantly.
What could I say? The sun was not the only thing coming up fast at this point. Before I could say a thing, Jenny reached down, grabbed my right hand and pulled me to my feet. As I rose up, so did the rest of me. I was pleasantly surprised to get a full view of Jenny although I was not able to hide my state of mind. An unusual coolness on my lower parts caused me to look down to see my hard dick sticking straight out of my boxers like a large pink broom handle.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, waiting for a slap, or a scream to wake up the neighborhood.
Jenny, acting as if a man's stiff prick poking out of his shorts was the most normal thing in the world, simply shook my hand with a very firm and warm handshake. Another neighbor jogged by as we were speaking, noticeably slowing his pace and widening his eyes as he passed the two of us. I was trying very hard to keep my eyes level with hers, without much success.
"I think I heard you come in late last night," I said, trying to re-position the newspaper over my rising interest. "Did you have a good time?"
"Well... I did, but..." Jenny hesitated. She was flushed and excited about something, and a little anxious. She looked steadily into my eyes, then lowered her gaze and blushed. I couldn't tell if she was looking at the ground, or staring at my throbbing cock, which was now causing the newspaper to move, as if on its own accord.
