Hello Neighbour Pt. 01

Damien's pants tightened. Jane had been a cock tease all day. They'd been flirting back and forth ever since she moved in across the street but it never moved beyond that. An incessant game of cat and mouse that he wasn't sure would ever come to fruition.

That morning, bright and early on a Saturday Jane parked herself in a lawn chair wearing nothing but a string bikini. The baby pink complimented her tanned skin and Damien couldn't get enough of it.

The whole neighbourhood was scandalised over the ordeal. If only they knew it was for him. It would be the talk of the town.

By the time midday rolled around he couldn't handle it any longer.

Jane peered up above her sunglasses to see her neighbour standing by her picket fence.

"Hello neighbour." Jane winked up at him. He smiled down at her before stepping through her gate. She sat up straight and pushed her sunglasses atop her head letting her caramel locks flow down around her shoulders.

"You've been out here a long time," Damien said. She nodded.

"I'm trying to get a tan."

"You know that's not very good for you?" Damien raised a brow.

Jane gave him a million dollar smile. "I'll live."

Damien's eyes scoured her body. Jane couldn't help but notice. She was glad too, she had been working out for a reason.

Before he could say another word though Jane interrupted with a yawn. "I think I'll go inside."

"Is that an invite?"

"Did you want an invite, Damien?" His name rolled off her tongue like silk. Jane knew she was getting the better of him.

"You've been teasing me, I think I'm owed at least that."

"Teasing? Me? No. You must be thinking of another girl," Jane replied. She began to walk inside and Damien followed her. She didn't protest and he shut her front door behind them. Jane picked up a silk robe from a hook in her front hallway and wrapped it round herself much to Damien's dismay. They walked through the house together and into the kitchen.

"You have a nice little house, how did you come to own this place anyway?"

Jane turned around and placed the pitcher on the counter. "I inherited it. Only grandchild. Lemonade?"

Damien nodded and Jane grabbed two glasses. She wasn't quite expecting it to get this far with him. Well, she wasn't sure how far it would really go. She was bored when she first moved to the suburb, Damien was eye candy and fun to flirt with. Jane didn't actually think she would be inviting him into her home.

"You seem tense?" Damien questioned her. Jane swallowed a breath. She was tense. Damien turned her on and it wasn't something she was used to. As a beautiful woman usually she was in control. Usually she was less infatuated with her partner than they were with her. Her plan to just flirt with Damien was already crumbling in her hands and they hadn't even kissed yet.

Jane took a step back toward the kitchen bench. "I guess I am."

Damien rounded the counter and stood in front of Jane. He dwarfed her, in height but mostly in stature.

"Why's that?"

"You're in my home. In my space," Jane whispered.

"You can say the word and I'll never bother you again." Damien took a step back and Jane's eyes widened like saucers.

"No, no, I don't want it to stop," she said.

"You don't want what to stop? Nothing is happening." Damien couldn't help but chuckle.

"There's things happening."

"What? You teasing me and my cock getting hard? I wouldn't quite describe those series of events as 'things happening'."

Jane's attention honed in on the word cock like a missile. She didn't say a word but her gaze dropped from Damien's eyes to his pants. The tension in the room grew as

"Things, they could happen." Jane continued to stare. She flickered her gaze up to meet Damien's but struggled to hold it as her mind was consumed. His cock now was starting to grow hard and she couldn't not pay attention to it.

"Staring is rude, didn't you know?" Damien chastised. His tone had a biting edge that made Jane's pussy tingle. She wanted him to tell her off and perhaps more.

"No, I wasn't staring," Jane stuttered. Damien closed the gap between them this time, trapping Jane against the kitchen counter. The muscles in his arms popped out as he pushed his palms into the counter creating a cage around Jane. Her eyes were on his. Jane held her breath, she was afraid she would say something crazy so it was best not to risk it. Damien pulled the tie on her silk robe and it fell to the ground. The robe opened up showing a sliver of her smooth body. Jane let it slip on her shoulders and pool around her feet.

The strings on her bikini were tied precariously around her hips. Damien toyed with one in his hand, rolling the soft fabric back and forth in his fingers. Jane didn't protest, she stared at him with wide hopeful eyes until he pulled the thread. With that they fell off her.

Before she knew it Damien had completely stripped her in her own kitchen. Her pussy throbbed-- Jane felt so completely exposed.

She needed to even the playing field.

Jane tiptoed until she reached around Damien's neck. She pulled him down and pressed her lips into his. He returned her kiss with fervour and tangled his arms around her body, pulling her forward until they were flush against one another.

Damien's cock was hard in his pants. Jane felt it prominent pressing up against her stomach through his jeans. She moaned into the kiss as she felt it.

"Where's your bedroom?" Damien pulled back.

"Upstairs." Jane's breathing was heavy but she managed to jump up and tangle herself around Damien's waist.

Damien carried Jane to her room like she weighed nothing.

He dropped her onto the bed, she bounced laughing as she situated herself. Before Jane could do or say anything though she was starstruck watching Damien strip in front of her.

Jane's eyes travelled down his body until they reached his pants.

"Can I get your belt? And pants?" She asked.

"Only if you ask nicely." Damien's cool tone sent a shiver down her spine. She had never truly been submissive for a man but she was enjoying the tug of war power play they had.

"Can I please take off your pants?" Jane batted her lashes.

Damien motioned for her to approach him. She perched herself on the edge of the bed and undid his belt and laid it beside her. Jane pushed Damien's pants down his legs, his boxers were next to go, freeing his cock.

Before Jane could do anything else Damien's lips were on hers. He took her by surprise, pushed her down onto the bed and pinned her there.

Jane melted beneath him. She hadn't felt this this kind of intimacy since she moved to the neighbourhood. Her arms wrapped around Damien's body and she sunk her nails into his muscular back.

Damien explored Jane's body, he wanted to feel every inch of her. Jane was on fire. Her pussy was dripping, waiting for Damien's cock. Instead his finger found her clit, she moaned into the kiss as he played with her little button. When Damien pulled back from their kiss he continued to push his fingers down her slit until he found her wet cunt.

"You want it?" he circled her entrance.

Jane lifted her head and grabbed his hand pushing him harder into her.

"Fuck me," Jane demanded. Though she was playing the tease, that was long gone, she wanted it now.

"Relax, be patient." Damien grabbed Jane's wrist, pinning it to the bed before he encircled her entrance, teasing her. He pulled his fingers up her slit until he was touching her clit before travelling back down to her slick entrance.

"Damien," she whined.

He toyed with her for a few moments before dipping two fingers inside her. Jane groaned. It was good but it wasn't enough.

Jane squirmed beneath Damien but he just continued to play with her. He moved down the bed and pushed Jane's legs further apart. She lifted her head, trying to reach for him, but it was no use.

Damien pinned Jane's legs apart before he pressed his tongue into her clit. He licked down her slit and back up to her pleasure.

Jane's body was alight. She reached down lacing her fingers through his hair. Damien used his free hand to push two fingers into Jane's pussy, pressing into her g-spot.

The pleasure exploded through Jane's body. Her eyes pressed shut as she tipped her head back and pulled Damien's hair. She could barely think straight.

Jane rode her orgasm out over what felt like minutes. She tugged on Damien's hair and pushed him harder between her legs.

Her head spun as the pleasure wore off. Her limbs numb she let go of Damien. He lifted his head and stood up looking down at Jane's glistening writhing little body.

She crawled back toward the centre of the bed and Damien followed her. He flipped her over and pulled her hips up toward him.

With a hand wrapped around her long hair he tugged until she was facing the ceiling. Damien leaned down and kissed the centre of her back.

"Tell me how much you want it baby," he said. Jane groaned.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please, fuck me."

Damien slid his hard cock up and down Jane's wet slit until she was a writhing mess.

"Damien," Jane screamed.

Damien pushed his cock deep inside Jane. She arched her back as she moaned. Damien let go of Jane's hair, instead pressing his hands into her hips. Pulling her closer with each thrust. Damien had been waiting months to do this. Months they'd been flirting, passing looks. Months she'd been teasing him, openly and explicitly.

Jane gasped and pushed her ass back against Damien. He spanked her hard. She would surely be red. He continued to fuck her. The pleasure rushed through Jane's body like fire. She clutched the sheets and squeezed her eyes as he spanked her again, and again, as he thrust his cock deep inside her wet pussy.

She was soaking for him. Writhing beneath Damien.

"Are you going to cum for me?" Damien said. Jane's eyes flew open.

"Yes, yes," she replied. She wasn't there yet but she wanted to.

Damien squeezed Jane's hips before dragging her closer to him. He pulled his cock all the way out of her before rubbing the tip against her wanton pussy. He wanted her to be desperate for him. "You'll be my good girl from now on?"

"Please."

"That's not an answer to my question," he said.

"I will. Please Damien."

Without a word he slammed his cock deep inside her wet cunt. Jane's eyes widened like saucers.

If she wasn't close before she was teetering on the edge now. Damien wrapped his hand through Jane's hair and this time he wasn't letting go, he slammed into her again and again.

Electricity flew through Jane. She was a writhing mess beneath Damien. He was pushing her closer and closer to her orgasm until it ripped right through her. She screamed out she felt completely out of control of her body squirming as the pleasure overtook her.

As Jane came she squeezed her pussy around Damien's cock. He sucked in a sharp breath and continued to pump her as he was getting closer and closer to coming.

He held her tight and moved in quick sharp motions until he exploded deep within her wet pussy.

Jane collapsed and Damien laid on top of her, still buried deep inside her.

Soon he rolled off pulling her closer to him. His lips found hers and Jane felt like she might explode.

"You want to do this again sometime?" Damien asked whilst playing with Jane's cum soaked pussy.

All she could do was nod.

***

Jane stepped out of her car, shutting the door after a long day. The sun was setting making the sky shades of pink. She grabbed her handbag and turned around to look at Damien's house. She could not get their night together out of their mind. She felt like a woman possessed. It had only been two days. They'd exchanged numbers and briefly saw each other on Sunday but once Monday rolled around Jane started to itch.

She had to stop staring. People would think she is crazy. She pulled her bag onto her shoulder spun on her heel and marched into her house.

As Jane was stripping in her bedroom her phone lit up. She looked down to see Damien texting her, asking if she wanted to come over for dinner. She replied: 'Yes, I just need to get changed'.

Her heart raced. What was she going to wear? It was summer so Jane decided on an above the knee sundress and she put her hair up in a messy pony with some strands hanging out around the front.

***

The doorbell rang and Damien knew it was her. He had just finished setting the table. He'd made a roast, it was more than he could ever finish himself.

He pulled the door open to see her blushing up at him. What had she been thinking about? Jane smiled and looked passed Damien. His eyes were transfixed on her body though. The sundress hugged her curves in all the right places. All Damien wanted to do was rip it off. They had already fucked and yet he still found himself teased by her. Every little thing about Jane felt like she was trying to entice him.

Jane batted those big brown eyes up at him. "May I come in?"

Damien stepped aside and Jane walked into his entryway. He shut the door. He wouldn't want any neighbours to see them together.

"How was work?" he asked as he led her into his dining room.

"It was okay," she mused. Damien pulled out her chair and Jane's blush deepened.

"Just okay?" He asked once seated.

"I have a very stressful job," Jane explained. Damien nodded. He had more than one thing in mind to help her destress.

***

Jane finished her food first. She didn't have much of an appetite. All she could do was stare at Damien in that tight white t-shirt. That man knew exactly what he was doing.

"Can I take the plates to the kitchen?" Jane asked as Damien finished up his food. He nodded and she picked everything up, put the plates in the sink. Damien followed her and each time they would pass she felt him touching her making shivers go up her spine.

Jane couldn't handle it much longer. She felt like he was the one teasing her all night.

When Damien finished putting his leftovers away he stalked toward Jane. She swallowed a lump in her throat and stood frozen against the counter. He put his hands on either side of her, trapping her.

"I'm not wearing a bra tonight," she said. Damien's eyes darkened. He gazed down from her eyes to her tits. He ran a hand across her collar bone and down the valley of her breasts before pushing her sundress off her shoulders and freeing her tits.

Damien pulled one of Jane's erect nipples into his mouth before playing with the other one. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive bud while pinching the other, rolling it back and forth between his fingers. The mixture of pleasure and pain erupted something deep within Jane. Arousal filled her body and she pressed closer to Damien. She wanted more and more of him.

Jane arched her back against Damien. His hard cock grazed her. He pushed her dress down as he continued his assault on her nipples, switching sides every so often. Jane was sopping wet her mind ablaze with nothing but arousal. She might've done anything for him she was so aroused.

Damien pulled his mouth off Jane and lifted his head, their eyes meeting. Jane looked down to see her dress and panties pooling at her feet. She didn't even notice him stripping her.

"I should thank you for Saturday," Jane said.

Damien rose a brow. "Thank me for what?"

"For going down on me... you didn't even ask me to reciprocate."

"How might you do that?"

Jane didn't say a word she just dropped to her knees.

"You can use my mouth," she then said. Damien groaned as he pulled his cock out. He laced his fingers through Jane's hair and pushed his cock into her mouth.

Damien held her in place, controlling the pace for a few strokes, using Jane just as she said. He pushed his cock deep, gagging her. Jane held Damien's thighs and squeezed as he fucked her mouth.

"Such a good girl," he said. Jane groaned around his cock. Her pussy was gushing from this. She pulled one hand away from Damien's leg and put it between hers. She pressed her finger into her desperate clit and rubbed as Damien continued to fuck her face.

Damien pulled her hair tight and groaned as he fucked Jane's pretty little mouth. She looked up at him with those big lust filled eyes of hers and Damien was a goner. He could see her touching herself as she pleasured him. How had he gone his entire life without a woman like this in his bed? He had slept with a decent amount of women but Jane was so hot for him.

Damien's cock seemed to harden further inside Jane's mouth. She kept humming and moaning around his shaft. She kept pressing her tongue up against the underside, massaging his shaft.

It all came to be too much for Damien. His arousal got the better of him and he couldn't hold back any longer. Even though he would have preferred to stay in Jane's mouth forever. He came inside her mouth before pulling out and tilting her head back by her hair.

"Swallow," Damien demanded. Jane did as she was told before letting her mouth fall open to show Damien there was no cum left inside.