The following is a work of fiction. All characters participating in sexual activities are over 18. Any resemblance to real life persons is merely coincidental.
This story is part of a series and it is advised to read the story from the beginning as each chapter continues directly from the last. This story is split between the different perspectives of his and hers. To get the full story it is suggested to read both sides.
The Nosey Neighbor - His Story
By: VanillaUnicorn
When he got up the next morning, the first thing he did was check the weather report. The morning was supposed to be fine but it was supposed to rain all afternoon. Knowing he didn't have a huge amount of time to work with, Paul headed for the garage and prepared the lawn mower. He wished he had followed everyone's advice and bought a riding mower but figured it was an unnecessary purchase at the time and went with a push mower instead. Even with rain a few hours away, the sun had already brought the temperatures up to the point of unbearable.
He hadn't even made it a quarter done with the lawn when the heat was proving to be too much so he ditched his shirt and hosed himself off to cool down some. With his temperature down, he went back to cutting not bothering to put his shirt back on.
When some of the older women jogged by they smiled and starred at his bare chest. He wasn't huge by any means but working with heavy molten metals day after day had given him a nice upper body. He was finishing up the front lawn and preparing to head into the back when she walked by accompanied by the Mitchell's dog, one he very much didn't like as it tended to go to the bathroom in his yard.
She was wearing a sports bra that was a size too small and some yoga pants that clung to her chubby thighs. As she approached, she shot him a big smile when he smiled back she blushed and looked away. He watched as her big ass strutted away from him as she walked down the street. He smiled to himself burning that image into his memory for use later that night. Since the pool took up a large portion of backyard, it didn't take long to finish.
This was a good thing because as he was cutting the last few spots he felt the rain start to come down. He quickly wheeled the mower back around and into the garage. As he rounded into the front yard the sky opened up roaring with thunder and lightning and rain fell as if it were a waterfall.
Paul had just popped the garage door open as he heard the sound of a woman yelling. He stuck his head back out the garage door and spotted that same young woman completely drenched holding a dog leash with no dog in sight. She spotted him standing there and ran towards his direction. Standing in the garage, she started to shiver. She tried to say something but he couldn't make it out. He grabbed a towel he normally used to dry his car when he washed it, it was clean and dry and he wrapped out over her shoulders.
"Thank you," she finally made out. "I'm Emily by the way," she continued. He could barely make out her say, "Sorry about this...dog....storms....thunder.......ripped right off the leash."
Paul reached his hand out to her and said, "I'm Paul yeah they tend to do that any idea where he might've run off to?"
Emily shook her head no saying, "I'm not from here it's my fiancé's family's dog and I don't know it very well, I just know if I go back without it or they will kill me but i'm not sure where to even look."
Paul could see the young woman starting to cry a little and it killed him. "Which way did it run off to when it ran?" he asked.
She looked at him curious why he asked her that and said, "It ran off in that direction I think."
Paul looked at the direction of where she pointed and turned back to Emily before telling her, "Stay here and warm up i'll see if I can find it, what's its name?" "Rufus," she replied.
Paul ran out into the downpour, getting drenched as he ran. He yelled out the dog's name but he was barely audible through the storm. He had been searching for at least a half hour and felt himself shivering as Emily had been. He was just about to turn back when he saw a pair of eyes reflect from underneath a small overturned boat in one of the yards.
He approached the boat and called out the dog's name, it barked in response. Reaching down he picked up the dog and carried it back to his house, it was covered in mud and tried to fight to escape the whole way. The rain had started tapering off as he'd made his way back.
Back in his garage Emily had warmed up some and was all smiles when Paul returned with the dog in his arms. She clipped the leash back on the dog and he set it down. She gave him a big hug even though he was soaked and thanked him profusely. When she broke the hug and backed away he got a good close up look at her body now that the towel was gone.
She was roughly the same height as him, her normally curly hair went down only to her shoulder. Due to the rain her clothes clung to her body, her nipples clearly poking through the sports bra and the yoga pants now soaked showed every contour of her lower body even sinking in to her pussy lips and creating a huge camel toe. Paul may have been drenched himself and freezing but he felt a heat building in his groin as his cock started to grow.
If Emily had looked down she would've seen almost in detail what his fully erect cock looked like. The rain had pretty much stopped now and she thanked him again and guided Rufus back towards the Mitchell's house.
Paul watched as she walked away, starring at her plump ass as she walked. When she reached the end of his driveway she turned back and saw him looking at her and smiled back at him. Paul wasted no time, he closed up the garage and made his way up to his shower to warm back up. Even though the images of her body haunted his mind, he didn't do anything while in the shower part of his brain recalling her say 'her fiancé' and that was enough to tell him to back off.
With nothing to do the rest of the night he decided to call it a night. In the morning the weather had turned back to scorching, the humidity making it feel worse outside. Not wanting any part of that he spent the day in his house just laying about.
He still couldn't shake the images of Emily from his head, each time getting hard and horny as he thought about her. He was losing his mind, he needed release but he didn't want to do while thinking about her. He knew internet porn wouldn't cut it. The solution he had was to find an old video he hadn't watched in some time.
The video was something that he made years prior when he was still with his ex-fiancée. It was a somewhat lengthy video. The couple had done their best to make an amateur porno except without the poor acting and non-believable story. He had almost forgotten where it was, until he remembered he had stashed it in a dvd case that was supposed to be for some terrible chick flick that belonged to his ex. She must have had the actual disc in her dvd player itself and had forgotten the case in the process of them moving out and away from each other.
Opening up the case he put the dvd in the player and hit play on the remote. The screen on the television flashed black a few times and then there was his old house's living room. The camera was facing the couch as Paul and his ex-Lynn walked into view, both fully dressed. They start to kiss as Paul grabs Lynn's large ass.
Back in the present Paul stripped out of his clothes, his dick was already throbbing mostly from Emily still but as he watched the video he remembered back to that day and to what the sex with Lynn was like. Lynn like Emily was a bit bigger and most wouldn't give either of them a second look. He certainly had though, the two dated for the better part of 8 years off and on. He fell hard in love with her and he thought she had with him up until she cheated and got caught. Paul hadn't watched this video since the last time they had watched it together a few months before she got caught.
Back on the video the couple continued to make out. Paul's hands groping each of her handful sized breasts, causing her to moan. They turned to face the camera, while Paul got behind her. Paul reached under her t-shirt and ran his hands up her stomach onto her boobs again, squeezing each gently as she moaned. Letting go he grabbed at the hem of the shirt lifting it over her head tossing it to the ground.
Lynn was wearing a nearly see through black silky bra, her small pink areolas and nipples showing through the material. Paul starts kissing her neck and moves his hands down her body until he reaches the button on her jeans and undoes it.
Lynn starts to grind her clothed ass back into Paul's hidden erection as he lowers the zipper on the jeans. He reaches into her panties inside her jeans and slips a finger into her wet pussy lips. She lets out a loud moan as he does so.
Back on the couch Paul is stroking himself as he watches the video. He wished Lynn was there with him to replace his hand with her ultra-tight pussy. Her pussy had been the best he had ever felt and he had been with quite a few women in high school prior to her.
On the video Paul slide's Lynn's jeans down to the floor, she bends over as he does. Bent at this angle the cups of her bra come loose enough that her bare left nipple is exposed to the camera. Standing back up straight she kicks the jeans free from her feet. Her panties were a matching set to the bra. The crotch had become extra transparent because of her wetness and showed a clear shot of her completely bald pussy.
They go back to making out and Paul reaches down and fingers her as they kiss. Breaking the kiss Lynn takes his shirt off, his chest not as muscular as it is now. She undoes his jeans next and gets on her knees and slides his boxers down letting his hard cock bounce free, the camera at a good spot to capture her kiss the end of his cock and then take him in her mouth. She gradually works more and more of him into her mouth. She had tried deep throating him before but due to his size could only get 3/4 of him into her mouth.
Back on the couch Paul hears something and hits mute on the tv. The video keeps playing as Lynn is bobbing away on his dick and he reaches down unclasping her bra sending it falling to the floor. He hears the noise again, this time he hits pause on the video while thinking he hit the power button on the player and then turns the tv off. He quickly puts back on his boxers and his shorts walking to where he thinks the sound is coming from.
He flips the yard light on for the backyard and out in the pool there is Emily swimming. She seemed to be slightly shocked since the light had come on and was actively making her way towards the stairs to exit the pool. Sliding the glass door open, he steps out and makes his way out to the pool. It was then that Emily finally spotted him. She hadn't quite made it to the stairs yet and was about four feet away still moving through the water.
She freaks out and scrambles to try to get the rest of the way out of the pool embarrassed she got caught in the neighbor's pool without asking. She was wearing the third different bathing suit he had seen her in during the last few weeks. This one was also a one-piece like the first one he had seen her wear but since it was white it had become somewhat transparent in the water and her body was back on display for him.
Paul's eyes couldn't help themselves and they began to trace along her curvy body that the material snugly clung to. Emily had managed to make her way to the stairs finally. As she stood up on each step and more and more of her body came into view, she looked like one of the sexiest things Paul had ever seen before.
