The Good Neighbour Ch 04 1

Lauren stood to leave immediately after swallowing his cum. Simon tried to offer her water so she would stay. He wanted to talk and understand their situation. But she answered tersely and seemed to have shut down again. From the flirting and intimacy over dinner to her enthusiasm and desperation moments before, he felt confused. He just wanted to understand what she wanted and meant. But she didn't give him anything. She rushed across the road, still topless, and disappeared into her house.

Simon staggered upstairs and lay in his bed. His mind was spinning with the wine and the intensity of the evening. He couldn't get images of Lauren sucking his cock out of his head. But he also kept seeing George smiling and shaking his hand. Simon thought back to each time Lauren had seemingly crossed her own line and how she'd turned cold and remote. He felt scared of how she would respond this time. He drifted into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, he woke and slowly prepared his coffee and breakfast. He had nothing at all planned for the weekend, and he wanted to see if Lauren would appear. There had only been two weekends since she'd first stripped for him and only one since they had started the routine of watching each other across the street. He hadn't seen her either weekend -- George was always home. Simon told himself that if she didn't appear or communicate, it was just because of him. It didn't reassure him much.

To take his mind off everything, he decided to go to the supermarket. He pulled up outside the shop and wandered the aisles, filling a trolley. He was so focused on shopping that he almost missed her. Lauren was picking out jam, but as he spotted her, she spotted him, and they made eye contact for several lingering seconds. Lauren was alone, and Simon steeled himself and walked purposefully towards her.

She turned and faced him but didn't smile or greet him. Simon stopped, "Hi, Lauren, I really enjoyed dinner." He hoped she would read the subtext, "How are you?"

"Hi Simon. I'm well, thank you. Dinner was nice, although it went a little too late. I felt hungover this morning." Simon deflated. He could read her subtext just as easily.

"Oh. I hope you feel better soon." She nodded,

"Well, I better get going. Nice seeing you." Just like that she turned and walked off. Simon's heart sank. She had gone too far again and scared herself.

He drove home dejected and sat at his desk to distract himself with some gaming. A few hours passed quickly, before he knew it, it was dark outside. Almost instinctively, he glanced across the road to Lauren's window, where he'd seen her strip and show off so many times. To his surprise, the lights were on and the curtains were only half drawn. Through the window, he could see George sitting on the bed. And he suddenly realised Lauren was kneeling on the floor, with her head slowly rising and falling between his legs. George's eyes were closed, and Simon suspected he didn't know he could be seen. But Lauren must have known what she was doing.

He felt his cock harden, but also a sense of jealousy and frustration. Lauren was sending him a message. She kept sucking for several minutes, and Simon carefully closed his curtains until he could peer out without being seen. He undid his trousers and started slowly jerking off while watching Lauren suck. Just the previous night she had told him her mouth was his, never to suck her husband again. There was no mistaking what Lauren was doing and why. She was just as enthusiastic as she'd been for him last night, and he buried his conflicted feelings underneath lust as he watched.

After a few minutes, she stood and slowly lifted her leg over George to mount him. She lowered herself onto her husband's cock. Simon jerked off faster, watching her ass bouncing on top of her husband. He watched her body heaving as she came on George's cock but she didn't slow down. Eventually, Simon saw George's legs stiffen and shake, and he came inside his wife. Lauren passionately kissed her husband as he filled her pussy. Simon groaned in jealousy and came too, spraying his cum onto the floor.

After Lauren climbed off her husband to go clean up, she stared directly at his window. He froze in fear, hoping she couldn't see him. Slowly and deliberately, she ran her finger across her pussy, picking up a drip of cum. Still staring at him, she sucked it off her finger. He couldn't tell if she'd spotted him.

The moment she turned away, he fled to the bathroom to clean up. He didn't dare approach the window again that night. His mind was racing but he convinced himself she was telling him they were done. By showing she was back with her husband, she was cutting him off. He accepted it had been a lucky dream, a brief fling never to be mentioned again. He stayed away from the window but, later in bed, found himself picturing Lauren riding her husband while he jerked off.