(Written from both his and her perspectives, starting with hers.)
I'm a new neighbor moving into the house next door on your cul-de-sac. You notice me carrying stuff with my friends back and forth from the truck, and you're getting ready to come over and introduce yourself. But as you approach, you notice I'm not wearing a bra and the sweat from moving has soaked through to make my top almost transparent -- you can not only see the perfect outline of my nipples, but the color too, thanks to my white tank.
You hesitate as you feel your cock grow and turn to pretend you're just checking on something in your yard, sending me a quick wave and smile.
I wave back and wonder why you haven't approached, I'm feeling a bit nervous about being new and alone to the neighborhood, but then I notice you adjust yourself as you head back inside and I look down to realize how exposed I am.
I'm a little embarrassed but also aroused. What an introduction.
A couple of days pass and I'm getting settled in. I haven't seen you again and I've yet to meet anyone else. I've thought about baking some cookies to have an excuse to come over and introduce myself, but I've felt too shy.
It's a hot afternoon and I go to scope out my garden plot in my backyard wearing only a tight and thin tank top and panties, thinking I'll have privacy back there. I can hear you in your backyard and I impulsively make some noise stacking some pots so you'll know I'm back here too.
The noises from your yard stop and I wonder if you've gone inside, but you've actually approached the hole in the fence you've known about for some time. You didn't mean to spy, you were just curious what I was up to, but upon seeing me so indecent, you freeze and can't take your eyes off me.
I go about my business, thinking you must have gone inside.
It's hot, and I'm dripping. I decide to take my shirt off while I dig in the dirt a bit. After a few minutes I realize how thirsty I am and decide to go back in for some water, wiping the dirt from my stomach, breasts, and arms as I walk to the door.
I'm locked out.
I start to panic and assess my options. I pull at a couple windows with no luck.
I sit down in despair, unsure of what to do next. I can't go around to the front, how embarrassing to expose myself like this to the whole cul-de-sac.
On the other side of the fence, you've lost your footing and I hear rustling. I decide the best course of action is to cover myself as much as possible and hop the fence to your backyard. Surely even if you're not out there, you must at least be home, it's only been a few minutes since I heard you actively moving around back there.
I pull my now dirty and sweat-covered tank top back on and adjust my undies to attempt to cover as much as my ass as possible. It's no use, they're not meant to cover much.
While I've been experiencing these unfortunate circumstances, you've deduced what's happening and quickly, as quietly as possible, move across the yard and slip through your back door. You don't want to embarrass me by being back there.
You notice when you get inside that there's a pair of shorts tossed over a chair on the back porch. For a moment, you think how relieved I would be to find them. But before you can allow yourself this chivalrous moment, you've already slipped back out and grabbed the shorts -- you have to see where this goes. You have to keep me exposed.
On the other side of the fence, I've collected a couple pots and have stacked them against the fence to boost myself over the side. It's cumbersome and I feel ungrateful. I hope you're not at a window watching me. I'm completely unaware you've been watching this whole time.
I've made it to the other side and I take in my surroundings, hoping to find something to cover myself with but realizing I'll have to approach your back door in just what I'm wearing.
I try to cover my tits with my arm and knock on the glass. You're sitting on the couch and turn, feigning shock to see me standing there.
You come to answer the door and I stumble through an incoherent explanation, turning bright red and backtracking to introduce myself, realizing you must not even know who I am.
You assure me it's an understandable mistake and offer to get me something to wear from the laundry room. I feel more at ease but do not realize the laundry room is behind me, separate from the inside of the house, and that you'll need to move past me to get to it.
You start towards me and my pussy pulses. This is unexpected, I thought I was too embarrassed to get turned on. I haven't moved and you coyly suggest I step aside so you can open the door for us. Again, I'm embarrassed and collect myself, giggling a bit and moving out of the way.
Inside the laundry room you open the dryer and start rummaging through, I can see your hands are moving around inside, but your eyes are peering at me beneath your arm. My pussy is so warm and getting wetter by the minute, I'm concerned it'll start to show. You stand and turn and inform me that unfortunately the clothes are not dry yet.
I don't know what's come over me. But I tell you that's alright, it's more important for me to slip out of my dirty clothes.
Your face turns scarlet and your cock immediately stiffens. I can see it instantaneously.
I ask if you want to help me.
The words barely leave my lips before you've pushed me against the door and torn my shirt.
You're pulling at my body and kissing along my neck and I'm already moaning. It's like I've been hungry for you since the moment I saw you pull at your cock that first day.
I don't even know your name but I know I want you deep inside me.
You turn me and thrust me against the dryer, peeling my panties from my wet pussy.
Suddenly, you start to slow and take your time. You marvel at the goosebumps forming across my tits and stomach. You want to take me in, not squander the time with immediate penetration.
You allow the tip of your cock to graze my stomach, then tipping your hips to angle it lower, between my legs. I'm breathing so heavily, you can see each breath fall ragged off my chest.
You use your fingers to circle my nipple and I shudder so hard it curls my toes.
You pull back and I can only just barely feel you against my pussy lips.
I can't stand it, I need you inside me.
I pull at your hips, but you pin my hand on the dryer.
I thrust my chest out to meet yours but you step back, only allowing enough space between us for my nipples to lightly touch your chest.
I whimper "please" as another shudder rolls through me.
You ask me to say it again.
"Please" I beg, urgency dripping from my tongue.
"Good girl," you tell me and pull me against you. Our bodies are suddenly completely flush with each other, your cock plunged deep inside me.
I completely lose it, my back arches and I cry out, all the anticipation culminating in this moment of intense pleasure.
You're so deep and so thick, hard as a fucking rock. Like your cock's been waiting for this moment for eternity.
You've lost all control now and you're plowing into me over and over, each thrust feeling like the first time you've ever felt pleasure.
