All characters in this story are fictional and 18+
Girls Next Door Ch1
Peter is a middle aged bachelor living in an inner city converted warehouse. It is part of a row of 6 converted warehouses. All the occupants in the warehouses were gay, married or males, until the two gay guys living next door sold their property. He was hoping they had sold to a hot female; or any female. The street needed a female. The warehouses were the only residential properties in the small dead end street.
Eventually the day arrived when the new owner moved in. Peter happened to be on the way out to buy groceries and saw an attractive blonde woman with kids standing outside the door.
"Oh here's your neighbour," the woman said to someone standing in next door's entry alcove.
His hopes dropped, it looked like he had lucked out. The attractive woman standing outside was not his neighbour.
A more attractive blonde exited from the alcove onto the street and introduced herself as Lorena. The woman on the street was her sister Viviana. They were blondes of Italian descent.
"I'm Peter. Pleased to have you as a neighbour," he responded.
Over the months he came to know the family better. Lorena was a rich Italian Catholic divorcee, working as an interior decorator. She had two beautiful daughters and a son. The daughters were too young for him so he paid attention to their mom. Over the months he did try for the forty something Lorena, but she treated him like he was not her type.
"Am I too old?" he wondered.
The eldest daughter was a beautiful, curvy 20 year old blonde with a car. Her parents had bought her the car when she turned 18. It's what rich people buy their children when they reach driving age. Her name was Lucinda. She was very gregarious and forward, and had a crush on Peter. She was a wild one. He felt if the opportunity arose, she would fuck him.
The younger daughter was Kartia. She was the middle child. She was also a beautiful blonde. She had just turned 18. She was always very polite but aloof. She had a svelte body, taller than Lucinda but with larger breasts than her older curvier sister. She showed little interest in any interaction with Peter when their paths crossed in the street.
The youngest was the son Hugo. He looked up to Peter as a mature cool guy. He wanted to become friends with him. Peter wished his mother had the same outlook.
Oh, and they had two dogs.
Living in the inner city, Peter had very little reason to drive his car, which stayed in the garage for most of the year and collected dust. He was thinking of selling the car.
One day Peter noticed a Learners sign on the family SUV when Lorena and Kartia returned from grocery shopping.
"Someone learning to drive?" he asked to make conversation.
"Yes. Kartia is going for her license" Lorena said with a smile.
"I hardly drive my car, it sits in the garage and collects dust. Let me know if you are interested in buying it and I'll throw in 12mths free parking in my garage."
Kartia walked over, "how old is your car?" she asked.
"It's 12yrs old but it's only done 20,000kms. It's almost as new and you'll have off-street parking," Peter said, trying to sell the car.
It is difficult finding parking in the innercity. Occupants are only allowed one residential parking permit. Mom's SUV was parked in the garage and Lucinda was using the only permit available for their address.
Kartia expressed mild interest in the car. Peter suspected she was more interested in getting a new car. She did not want a car older than what her sister had.
A few weeks later a parcel for the neighbours was incorrectly delivered to Peter's address. Unfortunately it happens a lot with couriers. It was addressed to Lucinda and looked like a computer game. Peter went next door and rang the bell. No answer. There is CCTV on the door. Most of the time no one answers. The only one who has ever answered the door is Kartia. She eventually answered wearing a towel over her head and a bathrobe.
"I'm sorry Kartia. I hope I did not inconvenience you. This was delivered to me. I think it's meant for your address." Peter said apologetically as he handed her the parcel.
"Thank you very very much. Will it be okay if I had a look at your car later?" she asked politely.
"Of course. I'll see you later." he replied, treating it as a polite request rather than a genuine interest in buying.
Later, Peter's doorbell range. When he answered it was Kartia. She was wearing loose track suit pants and a sleeveless tank top, showing a lot of cleavage. His eyes nearly popped out. She was really displaying she had larger titties than her older sister.
"Come in Kartia. I'll show you through to the garage."
"I just love your house. It's so interesting."
"Thank you Kartia. Well, it's a large open plan bachelor pad. You can have a look later if you want," he said as he led her into the garage through the side door.
"The car would look like new, once I wash the dust off," he said with a laugh, "would you like to have a drive?"
"I'd love that!" Kartia was always gracious and enthusiastic when speaking to him. He put it down to Lorena training her kids to be polite.
He opened the garage door with the remote and handed her the car keys. She entered the car and had a drive along the freeway. The car smelled of her shampoo and Peter wanted to stick his nose in her hair and sniff it.
While traveling along the freeway Peter could not help but have a sly peak down her cleavage. He thought he saw her nipples peaking out from the tank top. He wished she had a crush on him, but she was the level headed child, supposedly.
"I like your car. Will you give me a good price and let me park it rent free in your garage?" Kartia asked on the way back when they had stopped at traffic lights.
"Rent free for more than 12 months?" he queried.
"I'm sorry I forgot about that."
"Look, I'm unlikely to get another car and any rental income from the garage I can let go...for a friend," he added suggestively.
"Thank you sooo much," she said and then turned and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips were so soft he would have given her the car if she had kissed him on the lips. His face flushed and his cock twitched.
"With the low mileage on this car, the value would be at the top of the range in asking price. Have a chat with your mother and make me an offer, but not a crazy low offer," he said as he had a look at her crotch, and noticed a camel toe resulting from Kartia not wearing a panty.
"You're so kind. I always like to answer the door when you ring the bell. Lucinda also likes you," she blurted out awkwardly before realizing she said too much.
That was the tipping point. Peter's cock started to get uncomfortably stiff in his jeans.
It became a little awkward in the car and it was a relief when they returned to the garage.
Kartia was not familiar with the garage and as she drove into the dim garage, she parked the car too close to the driver side wall. As a result she could not exit from the driver side door.
"You'll need to back out and adjust the parking so you can get out of the car," Peter suggested.
"That's okay. I can get out from the passenger side," she replied, waiting for Peter to exit the car.
Peter pressed the latch to release the seatbelt but it did not release. He pressed again and again. He had a look at the lock and saw something had jammed it. He could not see how to remove the obstacle while in the seat.
Kartia looked across and noticed the bulge in Peter's jeans. She looked away embarrassed.
"I'll be able to release the belt once I get out of the car," Kartia said as she lifted her legs over the gear stick and placed her feet on the passenger side.
Peter opened the door so she could get out without hindrance but was hoping to brush against her nubile body.
Kartia maneuvered across and managed to fit part of her small teenage butt on the edge of the passenger bucket seat. She settled there for a moment, not wanting to go near the bulge in Peter's pants. She then raised her torso to traverse the passenger seat to reach the door. At this point she fell back into Peter's lap.
It was a moment of serendipity. She fell back in such a way that the contours of her body pressed against Peter's. Their bodies fitted each other perfectly.
Peter had a face full of her long shampooed hair; her back was reposed enticingly against his chest; and her butt crack enveloped his stiff cock. She felt like such a comfortable fit on top of him.
Kartia stayed there for a few seconds, horrified at where her butt was resting. She then realized how comfortable she was. It was like she was reclining in a stressless chair; but it had a dick. She could feel the bulge nestled her butt crack. It was a perfect fit.
Peter wasn't going to move. He was sure that if his cock was out when she fell back, he would have penetrated her.
When Kartia recovered she leaned forward to get off Peter, but it only slid his cock from her butt crack to her pussy flaps. She could feel the heat from his cockhead pressing against her pussy. The bucket seat made it difficult for her to get up. Every time she made an attempt to rise it would grind her pussy along the length of whatever was in those jeans. She was sure Peter was dry humping her while she was in this position.
Yes, Peter was dry humping her. Her small buns were soft but tight. He was sure if he kept her on his lap longer he would shoot his load.
Kartia put her hands on his thighs and tried to lift herself up again. She fell back, rocking her pussy flaps on that stiff cock.
"I don't think I can get up," she admitted.
"Don't move Kartia. I'll lift you up," Peter said as he placed his hands on her hips. But when he tried to lift her up the action resulted in him pushing her tracksuit pants down around her thighs. Kartia grabbed her pants and tried to pull them back up, resulting in her falling back clumsily.
"Oww..." Peter moaned as that bare butt nearly broke his dick. His dick was in an uncomfortable position, out of his underpants and pressed against the zipper
"Kartia, just lift yourself a little, I need to adjust my underwear before I break something down there." he said with a chuckle.
Kartia, ever eager to please, smiled and raised her hips.
Peter undid his zipper and with difficulty managed to get his stiff, uncontrollable dick out of his jeans. However, once he had sorted it out, he could not fit his stiff cock back into the fly without undoing his jeans.
