From the author:
. No characters presented are based on anyone real or fictional.
. All characters are over 18.
. Don't read this if you haven't read the first chapter.
. Don't read this if you dislike non-consensual or degrading stories.
. Seriously, read the first chapter.
. Like I'm not even kidding, I sometimes skip some too if the description is more exciting on a later chapter but don't do it.
. Ah ah ah! I said don't! Stop it! Go away!
. Thanks to everyone supporting the series. I hope you enjoy it.
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The Good Neighbour:
It was nothing like it was in the countryside.
The black night sky was empty tonight; only the strongest of stars shone through the thick layer of pollution that accompanied a bustling city, and today that blockage had left the sky barer than it had been for years.
Mr Wheeler sat on his deck chair out front, looking up at the naked sky and gulping in the icy air. It felt good. Just as it was with the stars, cities had a way of ruining the air you breathed. No one born in the urban ring of London ever seemed to be aware that the air they inhaled wasn't quite right, that it wasn't as clean or as fresh as it was it the distant parts of this country far from factories and traffic jams.
But to Mr Wheeler, when midnight came and the wind was crisp and cool, breathing anywhere tasted like silk to his lungs.
A coughing fit took over, as sudden as an autumn storm. The elderly man hunched over on his chair and coughed his stomach out, with all the phlegm and disgusting noises you could ask for.
'Smoker's lungs', his daughter called it.
Mr Wheeler didn't want to wake up his wife with his spluttering. He was glad he had sat outside now, even if he was freezing his old bones through the thick blanket wrapped around him. He didn't love the idea of causing her any more concern.
His wife had almost made him sleep on the couch anyway, for flirting so blatantly with the young waitress they had met at the café. Though in the end, even she wasn't cruel enough to do that to a failing old man and he had been allowed in their bed. Not that he stayed there.
He wiped his mouth clean on the back of his sleeve.
The waitress had been very tasty though, her low cut top had wrestled away his attention for the whole meal and the large bust behind it more than earned the big tip he left behind. Mr Wheeler had fantasised about the young lady their whole journey home, even as he denied it to his livid spouse.
It had been so long since he had got to view such a fine body in all its naked glory with his own naked eyes, just thinking about it stirred something inside him he hadn't felt for a while.
The old pervert looked up hopefully at all of the houses opposite the street, darting his eyes from window to window, searching. Maybe Miss Jones would walk past her window with no towel after having a late night shower? Or perhaps the daughter of the Fletcher family would forget to close her blinds before she changed?
All the lights on the opposite side of the street were off. The neighbourhood was asleep.
Mr Wheeler leaned back in his chair and gripped his blanket tight with his cold hands.
Why was he sitting out here on his doorstep in the first place? He couldn't quite say why, it was just an urge he had; a need to be outside.
He looked up again at the sky. It was a shame the Adams family lived next door and not opposite the road. Their daughter, Annabel, was someone Mr Wheeler would love to catch a peek at through her window if he ever got the chance. Maybe she was up right now, leaving her curtains open for the lucky perverts on the other side of the street, but not for him at this angle.
He sighed.
Annabel Adams was 18 but still a sixth form student, with wavy brown hair, a cute face, and a gorgeous body to top it off.
Her cheeks were rosy pink and had tiny little dimples that deepened when she laughed. Her smile was beautiful and genuine, with perfect teeth to brighten her face whenever she caught herself grinning. And her nose was a cute thing, slightly upturned like a little slide, and small but not too small for her heart shaped face.
Below the neck her body looked like it could be sculpted.
Her breasts weren't large but they weren't small either, filling out her tops nicely and looking very impressive and perky if she dressed in the right way. Her legs were shapely and firm, with perfect thighs and smooth skin to be seen if she ever showed them off; which she didn't very often. And finally her ass was a gift from the gods. Big in all the right places, a perfect globe in her jeans that wasn't large enough to look ridiculous to Mr Wheeler, but with enough meat on it to know that if he gave her a good spanking he'd probably cum after the 3rd blow.
Annabel didn't wear as much makeup or dress as inappropriately as other young girls her age did; she was a good girl. That made her all the more tempting to Mr Wheeler, he wanted to see a naked body few other men got to see, not one a girl didn't mind showing to everyone like she was a billboard on a motorway.
He was old fashioned like that.
Oh what he would give right now to just see her naked body run past him!
A noise brought his attention back to Earth.
To his left something scrambled in the dark.
Mr Wheeler frowned at his neighbour's front garden. He imagined his face expressed a calm and collected curiosity but inside his fear was rising.
Was that a fox?
In the blackness, a shadowy figure moved.
Mr Wheeler's heartbeat quickened. It was a person! The Adams family were being robbed!
He should call the police.
Or get a weapon.
The elderly man imagined his wife laughing at him for even thinking to attempt to play the hero; even when they were in their 20's he hadn't been much of a fighter, what the hell was he going to do now in his 70s? Charge at the thief and scare him away with a broken hip?
I'm not that old...
he thought, bitterly.
Just because I have a bit of grey hair everyone suddenly takes me too lightly! I can do this! I'm still a man!
He paused for a second, imagining that scenario actually playing out.
Maybe I should just call the police first... before I do anything.
Mr Wheeler tapped his pockets to look for his phone. It wasn't on him. Young people these days were glued to their phones; to him it always seemed like the greatest disease of modern society.
He wished he had one now though.
Okay what was his backup plan? What was the next smartest thing to do?
I could just get a look at his face! If I went over to the fence and saw him without being noticed I'd be able to pull him out of a police line-up afterwards!
Mr Wheeler gained new resolve. He could allow himself to chicken out of a fight but it was his duty to take some form of action, otherwise what were neighbours even for?
Slowly, and without making any noise, the grey haired hero pulled himself to his feet, heroically ignoring the pain in his back to heroically sneak over the grass to catch the perpetrator.
Maybe I can see Annabel when the police come over to take our statements.
He hoped.
Maybe she'll be very grateful.
He was cushioning his steps beautifully, quickly creeping his way to the fence before the man had a chance to make a getaway.
As he reached the bushes he found himself wondering if it was someone he knew. Maybe he was about to make a scandalous catch and see that little shit Robert Mackie slipping away with half of the Adams' belongings! Oh that would be sweet! Or maybe it would be the spotty one from the block over? What was his name...
Fred?
No it wasn't Fred. It was-
A naked girl?
Mr Wheeler's eyes bulged out his head. He ducked down behind the fence before the girl saw him peering at her.
There was a naked girl outside the Adams' house!
A NAKED GIRL!
His poor blood was pumping faster than it was when he thought he was catching a dangerous criminal in the act. Had he really just seen that right? Why was there a young woman walking around the streets naked? Was she crazy?
Mr Wheeler couldn't resist another peek. He must be imagining it.
He took another quick look.
Nope, the thief was just a naked woman.
He ducked back down again.
"Okay, Bob." He whispered to himself. "The Adams' aren't in any danger. Just mind your own business and let the girl be. Go back to bed next to your wife and get some sleep."
Mr Wheeler shivered. If he was this cold while being dressed how did the poor girl feel? Maybe she was homeless and didn't have a warm place to go back to.
He should give her his blanket.
Just... why don't I watch her for a bit first... just to make sure she's not dangerous or something.
Inside his trousers her cock throbbed, already hard against his leg.
The horny retiree gently popped his head above the bush, gradually bringing the young woman into sight.
Seeing her almost made him groan.
The naked girl was crouched in the middle of the path, carefully looking over at the parked cars in the Adams' driveway.
She looked young, around 20 Mr Wheeler would guess.
It was hard to tell how tall she was while she was squatted but she appeared to be of a normal height and build for a young girl, still nice and thin before aging made that much harder to maintain.
Her skin was pale, her hair was brown and came to her shoulder blades, and she wasn't wearing a single thread of clothing; not even socks.
Mr Wheeler prayed she couldn't hear his heavy breathing as he greedily drunk in her curves. He could look at the way her thin waist flayed out into her wide hips and shapely legs all day if he had the opportunity.
Good god that's a fine woman!
The girl kept moving, but incredibly slowly, barely moving an inch every 10 seconds. She remained crouched as she moved, seemingly trying to avoid being seen, and with every tiny shuffle forward she scouted a new area of the front garden with intense eyes.
She was looking for something.
Mr Wheeler groaned. Knowing that this girl was trying so hard not to get caught naked made it all the more tantalising that he was secretly watching her. But who was she?
A glint of metal caught his eye.
Looking again, he saw that the young woman wasn't completely naked. She at least had silver bracelets to keep her warm.
The old man snorted.
Young ones these days, caring more about fashion than warmth.
