The Old Neighbor Ch 05

The Old Neighbor Ch. 05

After months of meticulous planning and anticipation, the day had finally arrived. The early morning air was cool, carrying the faint scent of dewy grass as Sarah loaded her luggage into the car. Nearby, Alice babbled happily in her seat, her bright blue eyes tracking the world around her with innocent curiosity.

Sarah paused, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. The thrill of taking a trip with her secret lover and baby filled her with mixed emotions: excitement, a tremor of guilt, and undeniable arousal from how naughty the whole prospect was. She crouched down, carefully lifting Alice and settling her into the backseat. "Are you ready for our big adventure, sweetheart?" she cooed, kissing the baby's forehead softly. Alice responded with a cheerful gurgle, her tiny hands swatting playfully in the air.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the quiet moment. Sarah turned, her breath catching slightly as she saw Albert strolling up the driveway, luggage in hand. His ever-present smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, his faded blue eyes glinting with that familiar charm and mischief that tangled her into this whole affair.

"Ah, there they are! My two beautiful girls!" the old man greeted, his tone far too lighthearted to be innocent.

Sarah forced a smile, though her cheeks flushed faintly. "Morning, Albert," she responded with a smile, stepping aside as he set his bag.

Albert's gaze softened as it shifted to Alice, who kicked her feet excitedly in her seat, reaching her small hands toward him. "Ah, my little angel!" he exclaimed, crouching beside the car. His uncharacteristically warm voice held no hint of smugness that always colored his words when he spoke to Sarah. He tickled Alice's belly, eliciting a stream of giggles from the child.

Sarah stood back, her arms folding across her chest as she watched the scene. For all his faults--and she had a long list of them--Albert was undeniably good with Alice. Seeing him dote on her daughter brought a reluctant smile to her lips.

But that smile faded just as quickly. Alice wasn't just

her

daughter. She was

their

daughter. The proof of an affair Sarah still couldn't come to terms with, no matter how many months had passed. Those bright blue eyes, identical to his, were a constant reminder of her choices, the secret they both carried and the tangled mess they could never undo.

Albert glanced back at Sarah, his expression knowing, as if he could hear the guilt swirling in her mind. "I still can't get over how cute Alice is. She's perfect, isn't she?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with something that made her stomach twist.

Sarah bit the corner of her lip, swallowing hard as her arms tightened around herself. She instinctively clenched her thighs, aroused by how naughty their whole ordeal was. "Yeah," she said quietly. "She is."

Albert's grin widened, dark with satisfaction flickering in his old eyes as he watched Sarah carry his luggage into the trunk. He reveled in the fact that he'd knocked her up right under her husband's nose, and Alex could be none the wiser. Every time he looked at Alice--those bright blue eyes, so unmistakably his--filled him with a sense of triumph.

His gaze lingered on Sarah, the flush on her cheeks, the way her curves filled out her worn sweats and cropped t-shirt as she shut the trunk with a soft thud. The thin fabric rode up just enough to reveal a sliver of her smooth stomach, teasing him like a promise. Albert's grin deepened, his cock already straining against his pants at the thought that awaited him.

It didn't matter how many times he'd fucked her. Seeing her like this, casual and unaware of how irresistible she looked, made him want her all over again. He could already picture her naked beneath him, her body trembling, her soft voice moaning his name. The image seared into his mind as his hands twitched at his sides, eager to pull her close, to claim her again and again once they arrived at their hotel.

As Sarah moved to adjust Alice's car seat, the sound of the garage door creaking open made her pause. Alex stepped inside with a cheerful smile as he made his way over to them.

"Ah, heading out now?" he asked, his tone bright, though a hint of reluctance lingered in his voice.

"Yeah, just about," Sarah replied softly, brushing her hands down her sweats.

Alex made his way over to Alice, crouching beside her seat. "And you, little miss," he cooed, gently brushing his fingers over her soft curls, "You be good for mommy and Albert, alright? Don't give them too much trouble while you're off having adventures."

Alice babbled happily, her small hands reaching up for him as Alex pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm going to miss you," he murmured, his voice tender.

Sarah stood by the trunk, her arms resting lightly at her sides as she watched the moment unfold. She caught Albert's gaze, his sharp blue eyes meeting hers with a knowing look that made her stomach flutter. They both know the truth--a truth that Alex would never suspect. Alice, so bright and happy in her car seat, wasn't his daughter. She was Albert's, their elderly neighbor.

Albert smirked faintly, his arms crossed as he leaned against the passenger door, watching Alex dote over the child that wasn't his. His expression was calm, almost amused as if he relished the irony of it all.

"Take good care of my girls, Albert," Alex said, straightening and patting the older man lightly on the shoulder. "I appreciate you keeping them company on this trip."

"Don't worry about a thing, bud," Albert replied smoothly, his voice full of practiced charm that came so easily to him. "You know I'd do anything for Sarah and the little one." His words were innocent enough, but when his gaze slid back to Sarah, there was nothing innocent about it.

Alex turned to Sarah, pulling her close for a lingering kiss on the lips. "You two have fun," he said softly, his thumb tracing her cheek affectionately. "You deserve this."

Sarah nodded, forcing a smile as she met his gaze. "We will," she murmured, her voice calm, though her pulse quickened at the weight of Albert's stare.

As Alex stepped back, waving one last time as he disappeared into the house, the garage fell quiet again, save for the faint hum of Alice babbling in the backseat.

Albert tilted his head, watching Sarah with the same knowing grin. "You hear him," he drawled, his voice low and teasing as he slid into the passenger seat. "We're supposed to have fun, sexy."

Sarah rolled her fetching green eyes, though her cheeks flushed as she slid into the driver's seat. "Oh, I intend to," she said softly, gripping the wheel with a playful smirk.

Albert chuckled as he leaned back, placing a hand on her upper thigh and giving her a firm, possessive squeeze. "That's my girl. Now let's get going before we miss our flight."

Sarah started the engine, the garage door closing in front of them as they backed out of the driveway. The tension between them remained heavy and electric. As they pulled onto the road, leaving her house behind, Sarah felt a thrill curl in her stomach.

Whatever guilt lingered was drowned out by anticipation. She would have fun, just as Albert said.

-

The airport buzzed with the usual hum of hurried travelers, announcements echoing overhead, and the faint whirr of suitcase wheels gliding across the polished floors. Sarah maneuvered the stroller with Alice nestled comfortably inside, her tiny head bobbing as she dozed, while Albert walked away leisurely beside her, his hands tucked into his pockets.

Now that they were alone--no prying eyes, no Alex--Albert's demeanor had shifted. He no longer bothered with the carefully measured charm or practiced restraint he'd perfected in front of others. Instead, he moved confidently, stepping closer to Sarah as though staking his claim.

At security, Albert took the stroller to fold it up, leaving Sarah to hold Alice in her arms. As she passed through the scanner, her daughter in tow, Albert's bony hand found the small of her back, his touch possessive and lingering. Sarah didn't shrug him off. She told herself that this was practical and reassuring but a shiver danced up her spine sensing something more intimate.

Not long after they made their way to their terminal, Sarah sat quietly, her legs crossed and Alice cradled in her lap, the baby's small hands clutching at the fabric of her shirt. Next to her, Albert sat back in his seat, one ankle resting on his opposite knee as though the world belonged to him.

But it was his hand that caught her off guard. Reaching out, his fingers brushed against hers before curling around her hand with a confidence that left no room for argument. The warmth of his grip made her tense awkwardly, though she didn't pull away.

For a moment, Sarah glanced around, her heart pounding. The terminal was crowded with strangers, none of whom gave them a second glance. No one knew the true nature of their relationship. Most wouldn't care, and if they did show some interest they would assume that Albert was Sarah's dad.

"You're tense," Albert said softly, his voice low and intimate as he looked at her. "Relax. There's no need to hide out here. Heh, it's not like your husband is around to see us."

Sarah shot him a sidelong glance, trying to ignore the way her hand fit so naturally with his. "Well, it's not exactly

normal

that I'm going on vacation with my secret lover... So... I'm just getting used to it."

Albert's smirk deepened, his thumb brushing slow, deliberate circles along the back of her hand. "Secret lover, huh? I like the sound of that," he teased, his voice soft but edged with satisfaction. He leaned in slightly, the space between them shrinking as his gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks. "You make it sound so scandalous, Sarah."

"Because it

is

," she whispered, glancing quickly around the crowded terminal before narrowing her eyes at him. "I still can't believe we're doing this..."

Albert chuckled, unbothered, as he laced his fingers more firmly with hers. "You just need to relax, baby. No one knows who we are. Out here, we're just another couple with their kid, off to enjoy a little getaway. Nothing wrong with that."

Sarah exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself against the boldness of his tone. "You're old enough to be my dad... old enough to be Alice's

grandpa

," she continued, her voice laced with disbelief and a sliver of amusement. "That's what people probably assume when they look at us. God... it's crazy that I let you knock me up."

Albert tilted his head slightly, his faded blue eyes glinting with that mischievous light she'd come to know too well. "Hmm, that's what they assume..." he echoed, his tone thoughtful. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur for her ears. "Let them think. It doesn't bother me. If anything, it's exciting, don't you think? Makes it all the more fun when they're dead wrong."

Sarah swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of how close they were, the tension between them like a current she could no longer ignore. Biting her lip, she unlaced her fingers from his hand and, after a brief moment of hesitation, let her hand drift to his lap, her green eyes scanning her surroundings for any possible onlookers. Her fingers brushed over the firm outline of his cock, her touch cautious at first but deliberate, feeling him thicken beneath her palm.

Albert's sharp breath broke the air between them, his beady eyes darkening as he turned his head to look at her. "Oh... Sarah... Such a naughty girl," he muttered, his voice low and rough, vibrating with restrained desire.

Her pulse quickened as a wave of heat curled through her, her cheeks flushing deeper. "Hmm, fuck... why am I so turned on by that..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with arousal she couldn't suppress.

Albert's smirk returned, slow and predatory. "You already know why," he murmured his voice a gravelly hum. His hand slid under the armrest, his fingers grazing her thigh through her sweatpants as he leaned closer. "Keep acting like this and I'm going to put another baby in you by the time we get back..."

Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away, her hand still pressed firmly against him. The crowded terminal around them might as well have disappeared.

Albert's words hung in the air, bold and unapologetic, sending a shiver down Sarah's spine. The thought of it--her virile, elderly lover claiming her again, filling her, getting her pregnant with another affair baby--made her stomach tighten and her thighs press together instinctively. It was wrong, twisted, and yet it stirred something deep within her, a feeling she couldn't name and didn't dare to admit out loud.

Albert watched her, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against her thigh as if he could feel her unraveling beneath his touch. "I can see it now," he whispered softly, the heat in his voice unmistakable. "You, round and glowing again, knowing I did that to you. Knowing it's

mine

and not your husband's."

Sarah's chest rose and fell, her breathing unsteady as his words lingered, fanning the fire now burning between her thighs. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away, to focus on anything but the wicked gleam in his eyes.

But before she could respond, the speakers overhead crackled to life, the announcement of their flight ringing through the terminal.

"Flight 482 to London is now boarding at Gate 17. All passengers, please proceed to the gate."

The moment shattered like glass. Sarah jerked her hand back as though she was burned. She cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly as her cheeks flushed crimson.

Albert chuckled quietly, unbothered as he sat back up in his seat, his smug satisfaction unmistakable. "Saved by the bell," he teased, his voice low as he stretched his arms lazily. "But don't think I'll forget where we left off."

Sarah shot him a sharp glare, though it lacked any real fire. "Get up," she muttered, standing as she reached for Alice's stroller. "It's time to board."

Albert's smirk deepened as Sarah tried to stand up. But before she could, his grip on her thigh firmed, and with a low chuckle, he leaned in close, his breath warm against her lips.

"You're not getting away that easily," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement and control. "Give me a kiss, honey..."

Before she could react, Albert closed the difference between them, capturing her lips in a deep, deliberate kiss. It wasn't hurried or fleeting, he kissed her as though they were a true couple, his hand sliding up to cradle the side of her face as his lips moved with hers.

Sarah froze for a moment, startled, but the feel of him--firm, insistent, confident, melted--her resolve. Her body betrayed her as her eyes fluttered shut and she kissed back, her lips parting slightly as his tongue brushed against hers. It was bold, far too intimate for the crowded terminal, but she couldn't bring herself to stop him.

When Albert finally pulled back, leaving her breathless, he looked with that familiar smug glint in his eyes, his thumb tracing her lower lip for just a second longer. "You look so good when you're flustered, baby," he whispered low enough for only her to hear.

Sarah's cheeks burned, her pulse racing, and as she opened her eyes, she realized they weren't as invisible as they thought. A few nearby passengers had turned their heads, their eyes wide with surprise.

One older woman, seated across from them, watched the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow, her gaze flickering between Sarah's flushed face and Albert's satisfied smirk. A younger man with earbuds glanced over, doing a double-take before quickly looking away, though his curiosity lingered.

The age difference between them was impossible to miss--Sarah, young and vibrant, and Albert, older, wiry, and weathered but undeniably confident. It wasn't hard to guess what they were thinking, and the weight of their silent stares made her squirm.

Sarah cleared her throat and quickly got up from her seat, throwing Albert an apprehensive look. "What the heck, Albert? We're in public," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, though her lips still tingled from their kiss.

Albert, entirely unfazed, let out a quiet laugh as he hoisted himself from the chair. "What?" he replied, his voice smooth and teasing. "Can't a man kiss his lover and mother of their child?"

"People are staring," she shot back, leering at him as she searched for their boarding passes in her purse. "And you used tongue, I felt it. Have you ever heard of public decency??"

"Heh, let them look. We're not bothering anyone," Albert said with a shrug. "Maybe they're just jealous?"

Sarah rolled her green eyes, huffing under her breath as she reached for Alice, unbuckling her from her stroller. She tried to ignore the lingering stares, but she couldn't shake the heat in her cheeks--or the way Albert's kiss left her body humming with arousal.

As Albert joined her, standing close enough for his arm to brush hers, he leaned in once more, his voice low and unmistakably smug. "You liked that kiss, didn't you? I bet you're so fucking wet for me right now..."

Sarah's eyes widened, her lips pressed into a tight line as she busied herself with Alice, carefully lifting the baby into her arms. But the truth was written all over her face. "Could you please fold Alice's chair for me,

honey

?" her voice was firm and sharp, the word

honey

punctuated with a bite that sent a jolt through Albert.

His brow quirked slightly, his smirk faltering for just a moment. He liked the way the word rolled off her tongue--

honey

. It was possessive, domestic, and dangerously close to the kind of things real couples said to one another. But it also scared him a little, the way she said it. There was a warning there, an edge that reminded him not to push too far.

Albert cleared his throat as he turned toward the stroller, letting his hands get to work and folding it down. "Sure thing, sweetheart," he replied smoothly, though his tone had lost just a sliver of its cocky edge. He stole a glance at her as he finished, his blue eyes flickering with curiosity.

Sarah shifted Alice in her arms, her expression unreadable as she looked back at him. "Thank you, Daddy," she said softly, her tone more composed and teasing as she shot him an alluring wink.

Albert's grin recovered as he felt a sense of relief and satisfaction wash over him. Quickly, he held onto the folded stroller along with some of their carry-on luggage. "Anything for you," he murmured.

Sarah smirked faintly, her attention focused on Alice as she pressed a kiss on the baby's head. As they proceeded to the gate, Albert fell in step beside her, watching her carefully out of the corner of his eye.

As they handed over their tickets and made their way onto the plane, Sarah couldn't shake the curling in her stomach, or the echo of Albert's words that played over and over in her mind.

Keep acting like that, and I'm going to put another baby in you...

The worst part was, she wasn't sure if the thrill coursing through her was from fear... or desire.

-

The flight to London was long, and Sarah barely noticed the hours slipping. Alice had been surprisingly calm, spending most of the flight either sleeping in her arms or babbling softly in fascination with her surroundings. Albert, meanwhile, had taken full advantage of their time together. When he wasn't making smug comments or resting his hand on Sarah's thigh under the thin blanket, he was leaning close, whispering little things that made her stomach flutter, making it impossible for her to think of anything else.

For him, the flight was more eventful than he thought. Albert enjoyed taking the reigns over Alice while Sarah slept. For once, Albert seemed content to play the role of doting grandfather--or so anyone watching would assume.