It's taken me some time, but finally, here is the third instalment in 'The Importance of Good Neighbours' series. You may like to read parts one and two before you read this.
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We had a beautiful summer. My neighbour Zack and I met regularly. Sometimes we just sat together chatting at the porch, but often that would end in some good old fashioned sex. It turned us on knowing that the neighbour across the street could see us. Sometimes that was why we chose to remain outside. Instead of waiting till we were indoors, Zack would start feeling me up. Putting a hand under my skirt. We've actually fucked under his carport. It was already late and the light from his living room shone upon us.
I remember how I stood against the wall with my arms around Zack's shoulders while he held one of my legs and pumped his cock deep inside of me. I held on tight and stole a glance across the street. The neighbour had been in front of the window, clearly visible because there was a light on in the back of the room. I couldn't see whether he was masturbating, but I imagined that he did. It made me cum harder than usual. Zack looked at me while my pussy milked his cock.
"Is he watching?"
"Mmm, yeah," I smiled at him and kissed him on his mouth.
"His wife-"
"Mmm, works shifts," I finished his sentence, while my tongue followed his into his mouth.
"Mm, baby?"
"Mmm?"
He brushed some hairs out of my face and started kissing me again.
"Maybe you should pay him a visit," he murmured while burying his face in my neck.
"Excuse me?"
"Visit, see how he's doing. Being social, so to speak," he chuckled softly in my ear. My heart started beating faster and I felt my pussy respond.
"What exactly are you getting at?" I asked carefully.
"You know that, girl," his dick slid out of my pussy.
"No, I don't," but I had my suspicions.
He looked at me and I knew that I'd do almost anything he asked me to do.
"Maybe you should fuck the guy," he pushed his tongue back into my mouth. So good...
"Mmm, what?" I pushed him away from me, "I should do what??"
He started to laugh and tried to kiss me again, but I kept him at bay.
"What do you suggest I do?" I repeated.
"You heard me just fine, baby," and with his face close to mine: "Fuck the guy. He's well into his fifties, school teacher, surrounded by hot, horny schoolgirls all day long and he's not allowed to play with them. He's got a wife who makes a frozen piece of meat look warm and who works shifts at the hospital. Come on, that guy sees his wettest dream come true just by looking at you!"
I stood there, staring at him.
"Oh, come on, like the thought never crossed your mind!"
"Well...," I couldn't help smiling a little.
"He saw me that first time. When I entered your house and later when I got back out. He's seen you too. When I drove away, you were still in the doorway," and softer: "Do I have to remind you what you were wearing...?"
"Nothing," I replied and met his eyes, a grin slowly spreading across my face.
"Absolutely nothing," he confirmed.
"But wouldn't you mind? I mean..."
Oh gosh, don't tell me, I thought more of 'us' than he did? I saw and felt things that weren't real? He stroked my face, his dark eyes locking with mine.
"You're mine," he replied calmly, "but I don't mind sharing."
Right.
I kept staring at him.
"So, if you like: fuck the guy," and then he took me inside.
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And that's what had been on my mind for weeks. Zack was out of town for work and during that time I had to do without the real thing. Now, mind you, I'd gotten myself some toys, so no more carrots for me, but still.... School term had started a short while ago and I kept thinking about what Zack had told me: the neighbour was surrounded by schoolgirls with whom he didn't get to play. He'd seen me naked, he'd seen us fuck and I knew that he stared at my place from the comforts of his living room.
Apart from that, he'd started to come over for a quick chat whenever I was working in the garden or washing the windows. He'd stand just a little too close, look down my shirt just a tad too often, or stare at my butt in my short skirt or tight jeans a bit too long. Of course, I was just being neighbourly when I'd bend over a little more often than necessary. It really turned me on and I could tell I wasn't the only one. I'd notice the bulge in his trousers and him becoming a bit restless and often he'd suddenly leave, because he 'needed to finish some things'. I had my suspicions and thought it a pity that he would take cover in the garden, or take less cover behind a window to jack himself off.
I fantasized about giving him a nice blow job or being taken by him from behind.
So, that's how I got home that particular day: horny as could be. Another day that I'd spent wearing wet panties at work. The idea of being fucked by this neighbour resulted in an itchy pussy which demanded attention. When I got home that evening, I stayed in my car and doubted. I was so incredibly horny and could think of only one thing: getting laid by the neighbour across the street. His car was parked under the carport. His wife's car was nowhere to be seen....
I felt my heart beat faster and got out of my car and locked it. I crossed the street and saw the neighbour working in his back yard. I was nervous, but aroused at the same time. I walked past his car to the gate. He'd seen me and leaned on his spade while I approached the gate. When I put my hand on the handle he stepped closer and opened it for me.
"Hello Jim," I said with a voice I hardly recognized as my own, "I saw your car and thought I'd stop by to say 'hello'."
He simply nodded and stared me up and down. I was wearing low heeled comfortable shoes, a skirt that reached my knees and a thin summer sweater which hugged my body and had a relatively low cut. I didn't have to look; I knew he was half erect.
He wasn't looking too bad himself: in his late fifties, very fit looking and with his 5-10 towering over me. His dark hair was greying at the temples and his blue eyes had a look of authority in them. There was no doubt in my mind that he was one of those teachers who'd had his students firmly under control. Just thinking that I could be his student sent signals to several parts of my body. The fact that he was sweating from working in the garden and that he hadn't shaved that morning only made me ache for him more.
He used to be careful perhaps, but I had stepped into his territory now. He came closer and asked:
