I was relieved when my spinster-sister neighbors finally decided to move out. For the entire two years since I moved into my townhouse I'd heard nothing but complaining from Jessica and Agnes. They didn't like the way the buildings were kept. They didn't like the way the snow was plowed. They didn't like the parking. They didn't like the weather. They didn't like - you name it. Fortunately, they were never upset with me - at least not to my face, but I was really getting tired of their constant complaining and badmouthing of our neighbors.
No matter who else moved in, they would be a big improvement as far as I was concerned. I was ecstatic when I learned that my new neighbors would be a married couple in their thirties. I knew I'd have a lot more in common with them. I couldn't wait until the first of the month when they were to move in. On Saturday, the first, when I saw them drive up in their car and moving van, I eagerly went out to greet them. "Hi, I'm Jack Linwood, your new neighbor," I said introducing myself to the man I assumed was the husband. "Welcome to Greenwood Village. I'd be delighted to give you a hand unloading."
"Hi Jack," he replied. "I'm Ron Clark and that's my wife Karen over there," he said as he nodded at the tall slender blonde who was getting things out of their car. "I sure appreciate your offer. We are expecting some friends over to help but we got in earlier than planned and they won't be here until this afternoon."
Karen walked up just then and Ron introduced us. "Karen, you'll be pleased to know that this is our new neighbor Jack and he's offered to help us." Ron's wife appeared to quickly look me up and down before offering her hand.
"Hi Jack. Yes, I am very pleased to meet you." My cock twitched as I reached out to take her hand. Even though she was wearing little makeup, and her tube top and micro-short skirt were well-used lounging work clothes, Karen's warm sensuality and charm was obvious as she smiled and squeezed my outstretched hand. She held it just a little longer than might be considered appropriate, and something began to click in my mind.
Her snug tube top made it clear that she had rather small breasts but it also revealed very prominent nipples that seemed to appear as we spoke. Something about this woman told me that she'd be great in bed and that she was "available." As I felt my cock begin to grow, I knew I had to break the spell that Karen had cast on me. It wouldn't be smart to let my new neighbors see me standing there with an erection.
I turned away and walked over to the van. "What can I carry in?" I asked. For the next couple of hours, the three of us unloaded a lot of the boxes and smaller items off the van and into their new home.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for the first little while, but then Karen began to brush against me or reach out and touch me my arm or shoulder whenever we passed each other. She seemed to go out of her way to rub her backside against my crotch in the back of the truck. It was particularly disconcerting because her husband was usually right there when she did it, and she was so obvious about it. I found it increasingly difficult to avoid getting hard.
Finally, I had to do something to get away for a few minutes so I could regain my composure. I came up with the brilliant idea that I would go into my house and get us all a cold beer. It was a warm spring day so we were all thirsty and this would give me a few minutes to "cool down."
"Great idea!" Ron concurred. "I really would appreciate one." "Same here," Karen echoed, "and Jack do you suppose I could use your bathroom? I don't know where the towels and TP and stuff are for ours just yet."
I agreed to her request thinking that at least she wouldn't be rubbing against me while she was taking a pee. As we entered my house I pointed her toward the entry-way powder room while I headed upstairs to the kitchen. I just finished getting some beers from the refrigerator and was looking in the cupboard for some snacks when I felt someone's arms around my waist. Karen had sneaked up behind me.
"Jack, you're such a neat, sexy guy. I know I'm really going to like having you for our new neighbor," she said. I nearly fainted.
"Karen, stop that!" I said firmly. "Your husband is right outside. What would he think if he saw you doing this?"
"I'm sorry Jack," Karen said as she pulled away. "I didn't mean to upset you but don't worry about Ron. I know he likes you too. He wouldn't mind."
"I don't know what you're up to," I said in surprise. "The way you've been acting the last hour or so rubbing up against me and all - and now this - I just don't understand. But I do know that you are making me very hard and I don't think Ron would like that if he knew."
"Gee, Jack, I'm glad that I'm having that effect on you," she said. Then she reached around and placed her hand on my crotch. She found her hand full of hard cock. "Does this mean you like me? If so I'm delighted. And like I said, I wouldn't worry about Ron. He really doesn't mind."
I was really confused. Here I was with a married woman's hand massaging my hard cock while her husband waited for us almost right outside the door. I was very tempted to turn around and nail Karen right there on my kitchen table, but my brain prevailed over my aching prick. I did yield to temptation long enough to turn around and kiss Karen firmly on the mouth. Putting down the beer cans, I slipped my hand under her tube top. She jumped as my cold hands touched her breast.
"You'd better be careful of what you do or say around me," I warned her. "Otherwise my dick may make me do things to you that you aren't really intending. It doesn't like being teased."
"I'm not teasing Jack," Karen replied. "I'm ready to finish anything I start." Again she reached down and massaged my cock. "This thing can do anything to me it wants."
"We'd better get these drinks out to Ron," I said as I again fought valiantly to regain my composure. I picked up the beers and hurried out the door with Karen right behind me.
"Hey, you two back so soon?" Ron said with a laugh. I thought I detected a wink at Karen as he spoke.
"We were just beginning to get acquainted but Jack didn't want you to get thirsty," Karen replied. "Besides I think he's a little bit shy - sexy but shy," she continued.
I didn't know what to think. It certainly sounded like Ron knew exactly what his wife was up to in my kitchen. It also didn't appear that he minded at all. My attractive new neighbor was putting the make on me and her husband was in on it. I just didn't know what to make of this. This was wild.
We found a shady spot on the front lawn and sat down on the grass to have our beers. I had just finished a long pull on my can when Karen turned to face me. She proceeded to lift one leg so that her tiny skirt was pulled wide open and the crotch of her hot pink panties was clearly on display.
Ron could see it as easily as I. I tried to avoid looking at her down there but found my gaze repeatedly being drawn down until I forced it back up again. When our eyes met Karen broke into a big smile. Then I noticed that Ron was grinning too.
"I hope that you don't mind that my wife is a bit of a tease Jack," Ron said. "Some men are put off by it," he continued. "I guess her playful attitude scares them, but I assure you she won't bite. She's just having fun."
"Ron, I told you before not to call me a tease. A tease is someone who's all show and no go. That's not my style, and you know it."
