New Neighbor

I had noticed many couples attending the open house across the street as I recoated my driveway with asphalt, but there was one young woman in particular who had stood out among all the others. She did not introduce herself as she approached me after she had looked over the house on her own, and she did not ask for my name; instead she complimented me on my black topping skills and asked me a few questions about the neighborhood. "It's an older neighborhood," I had explained to the tall, curvaceous, redhead with incredibly pale skin whom I guessed to be in her mid-twenties, "if you're looking to start a family here, your children won't have too many others to play with." She had been smiling—I noted the cute dimples in her freckled cheeks—but my remark about children caused her to frown as she looked me over for a moment. She glanced me up and down, using full head movement without shame as she kept her eyes hidden behind large reflective aviator sunglasses.

"Starting a family is nowhere in my list of priorities," she mentioned casually, "I rather like the idea that not many children will be around either. I appreciate the peace and quiet allotted by the lack of them." She immediately struck me as strange; I had thought all women wanted a family of their own, but of course, I had been jaded by my own experiences. I had been married once, and divorced once. My wife wanted a large house in the suburbs, and so I bought her one. She wanted to fill that house with our children, but that, even with the current advances in science and medicine, I could not provide for her. We had discussed the idea of a sperm donor, but I did not care of the idea knowing deep down that the result would not be my actual offspring. When I reached the conclusion that there must be some divine reason for our not reproducing, some purpose for it, she began having affairs with other men until one of them was successful in giving her what she craved for so desperately.

I have been divorced probably almost as long as the young woman standing before me was old, and though I had dated on occasion, I have been unsuccessful in finding a woman to whom I would want to try to dedicate myself too again, and lived alone. I had thought as I aged, that I might find a post-menopausal woman my own age, or a widow, or some rubbish along those lines, but I never conceived of the idea that an attractive, young woman in her twenties would ever carry the mentally I had been searching for. I had wished her luck in her house hunting, and offered my assistance if she did decide to move-in across the street, and ever needed any male assistance with moving furniture or any renovations in the house. She had laughed at my offer, but thanked me for it as she walked back to her car leaving me thoroughly confused by the whole encounter.

I had not seen any moving vans, or any signs that the house across the street had even been sold until I came home from work late one night, and noticed lights on in the house a few weeks later. There were no cars in the driveway, so I concluded any cars must be parked in the garage as I thought to walk across the street to introduce myself expecting one of the many faceless couples whom had visited the house over the course of the past several months. I went inside to my house and changed out of my business attire as I thought about the contents of my kitchen and tried to think of if I had anything to offer the couple while I introduced myself. I walked into my kitchen pulling an old band t-shirt from the eighties over my muscular arms and chest.

I never felt any need to work out; I was constantly working around my house, and helping neighbors with their own projects that I had naturally produced a well toned physic that I was content with. I had always felt a man at my age, with my mostly salt than salt and peppered appearance, with overly large muscles would just look oxymoronic anyway. I found a twelve pack of a lager produced by a local brewery in my fridge and thought it would at least provide a decent start for a conversation with the husband of the new couple; maybe he would be interested in knowing about all of the local micro-breweries in the area. I walked over to the house across the street, noticing the faint humming of rock music becoming progressively louder as I approached the house: my kind of people. I strained to listen for the band as I rang the bell and waited for the new owners to answer, but the music was not recognizable to me which surprised me as I had thought myself a connoisseur of the subject.

When the door opened, I was pleasantly surprised to see the tall, redhead whom had made such an impression on me standing before me in a ratty, painted t-shirt of a nineties shock rocker I at least recognized by face, and incredibly short boxer shorts. She smiled broadly as she was watched me look her over caught off guard by her attire, and she teased me for it. "Did you come to check on what I've been up too?" She asked in a sweetly deep, seductive voice as she rolled her shoulders back for me. I forced myself to look at her face instead as I cleared my throat, but as I looked into her gorgeous icy blue eyes, I lost my breath. "Come on in." She shrugged as she turned from me, and started to walk into the house. I could tell she was adding an extra swing to her steps as I watched her wide hips gracefully sway in her high cut shorts which exposed her wonderfully thick thighs, and just a peak of pale flesh from her voluptuous cheeks. My mouth dried as it fell open against my will as I slowly followed after her, hypnotized by her walk, but she snapped me back to reality as she stopped in a doorway to show me her current project. "The bathroom was straight out of the seventies," she smirked as she turned to look me up and down without shame, "I even found an old magazine in the wall dated 1974. What do you think of my upgrade?" She asked sweetly turning back to the room, and I took a deep breath to calm myself as I looked over her shoulder into the room she stood in front of.

I had to stop myself as I realized she was a perfect height for me—I was taller then her by several inches, but her legs were so long, that her backside lined up perfectly to my hips—and I tried to focus on the music playing to clear my mind as I remembered that with how much shorter my ex-wife was than myself, that bending her over in certain positions during sex had been awkward without the use of props or supports. I looked about the room noting all of the fresh taping on the new drywall, and nodded over the new tile work trying desperately to push thoughts of how beautiful the young woman in front of me would look if she was bent over for me. "You have quite the talent for tile work," I tried to keep my voice firm and confident as she turned her head over her shoulder at me and leaned back toward me, "but you won't be able to use that shower while you're working on it like that."

"I'm aware." She shrugged, and I turned my face to look at her forcing myself to take deep, slow breaths to keep myself calm as I looked into her gorgeous pale eyes. We stood like that for a moment before I noticed a change in her eyes, and I realized that this little girl standing in front of me—whom was probably younger than my t-shirt I was wearing—had a naughty side to her, and whatever she had just thought, she could not hide it from her eyes. I caught myself smiling mischievously as I tried to guess what her thought had been, and I quickly swallowed hard, cleared the smirk from my face, and took a step back away from her sure whatever I thought I saw had been some projected fantasy of mine and not reality. She lowered her head for a moment as she frowned, and I wondered to myself if there really had been a naughty little look in those gorgeous eyes, and if she perceived that I had just rejected her unintentionally.

"Do you have another shower in the house?" I asked quickly searching to stay on topic, and she shook her head.

"It's just me," she shrugged as she turned to face me having recovered from my moving away from her, "there's no need for so many extra rooms when it's just one person living here."

"No boyfriend?" I asked her thoroughly surprised, and she laughed at me as she pointed to the case of beer in my hand that I had completely forgotten about.

"Do you just carry that around for fun?" She teased me lightly, and I laughed with her as she nodded back to her kitchen. She led the way, and I followed, putting the case down on a counter. She gently brushed herself against the front of me, leaning over the counter to grab one of the bottles, and I felt myself respond. I took several more deep breaths to calm myself as she read the packaging, and grateful for the distraction, I quickly began a long rant about all of the local breweries, and how I liked to travel to them on my weekends off. She purposefully brushed herself against me again as she straightened herself, grabbed a bottle opener out of one of the many boxes scattered around the kitchen, and handed it to me. I smiled for her as I opened a bottle each for both of us, and found my smile widen as she nodded in approval after taking a few sips from her beer. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you whom had moved in, and I should have asked about the beer first." I started to chastise myself, but she laughed at me before she continued to drink her beer with a small smirk.

"I like lagers," she shrugged, "though I prefer an I.P.A. or a very dark stout...if you were wondering for next time." I found myself laughing at my shock as I shook my head. "I like a really strong, hoppy flavor...so no pilsners...or hefeweizen."

"The lady knows her beers." I laughed, and she nodded. "So tell me then," I teased her as I moved to the other side of the counter and leaned forward over it, resting my arms on the counter as I watched her, "how it is that such a beautiful young woman, knowledgeable in both the art of tiling and beer, is single?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "How is such an attractive older gentleman, with very good tastes in music I might add," she nodded at my t-shirt making me smile again that she had noticed, "whom is so eager to assist his neighbors, living in such a big house by himself?"

"I asked you first." I breathed calmly, and she nodded as she leaned over the counter opposite of me.

"Men my age don't find me attractive." She sighed causing me to make a sort of snorting noise, as I obviously disagreed with her. "Men my age are looking for some stick figure mindless princess whom follows orders without question. Thanks to a certain smutty novel, and now the movie adaptation of said novel, guys my age seem to think they all should act like smug, dominating, assholes to be attractive themselves. I guess I make them realize that they would actually have to work harder to impress me, and it makes them feel emasculated on some level." I thought about her admission for a moment before a wide smile found its way to my face.

"You're not like a dominatrix, or anything, are you?" I teased her lightly before taking another sip of my beer, and she laughed causing those cute dimples of hers to deepen as her eyes shown with her amusement at my question.

"Obviously," she whispered with a wink, and a bright smile pointing into the empty room behind me, "what do you think?" She asked playfully and I turned to look at the empty space. "When they arrive, what if I put the Catherine Wheel there, while placing the rack against that far wall there, and the swing...maybe in the corner here?" I laughed with her as I turned back to watch the playful way she pointed around the room.

"Bit of a smart-ass there, aren't you?" She smirked as she nodded. "Obviously," I joked back to her, "the swing should be in the opposite corner."

"By the window?" She pretended to gasp in shock, and I nodded as I felt myself respond again as she confidently discussed such items without blushing. I mused over the idea of her actually owning such items, or maybe owning some smaller toys she had not yet listed, and I suddenly wondered what she was like in bed. "Naughty." She purred as her eyes narrowed while she stared intently at me. That did it; I sprang completely to life, my firm erection pressing painfully against the restricting fabric of my jeans. I cleared my throat again thankful that I was already leaning against the counter opposite from her, but she smiled at me as if to acknowledge that she knew she had just thoroughly turned me on. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" She teased me, almost growling the words at me as if daring me to straighten myself to show her what she had done to me. "It's of moderate size; it won't take long."

I tried to play it cool, and shrugged as I shook my head. I forced myself to breathe deeply as I continued to drink my beer trying not to give her any more ammo to continue to toy with me. If this girl was not young enough to be my daughter, she must have been close enough, and though that thought did nothing to alleviate my situation, I tried to use it as an excuse as to why I should keep myself in check. "It's getting kind of late," I pretended to check my watch, but I couldn't focus on the face long enough to actually calculate the time, "I didn't come over here with the purpose of intruding."

"Oh," she sighed disappointed at my self restraint, "could I be so bold as to ask for a rather large favor then?" I know the look on my face was one of pure confusion as she asked her question so sweetly, and she smiled at me before she continued. "Seeming how I'm shower-less for a few days, would it be imposing of me to ask if I might borrow yours?"

"Now?" I asked a little too excitedly and she shrugged as she finished her beer. "Sure," I breathed trying to recollect myself, and sensing an escape, "if you want to grab whatever you need, I'll meet you over there when you're ready." She had a large smile as she nodded while she walked off into another room, and I quickly chugged the rest of my beer and left before she could see that I had been unable to calm myself from her relentless teasing.

The idea that she was coming over to my house to be naked in my shower did not aid in my mission to calm myself in the least, but I forced myself to think of literally everything else that I could to distract myself. I found my briefcase from work, opened it, and started to read through some of the paperwork, sighing in relief that I had tamed myself by the time I heard the soft knock at my front door. I let her in noticing her now bra-less nipples strain against her t-shirt, and I bit my lip hard to focus on the pain I was causing myself instead of her obvious attempts to rile me. I led her to the bathroom upstairs, and showed her how to work the shower; I had one put in a few years prior that had multiple knobs and settings to set off the various water heads on either end of the shower to give a kind of full body water massage, and she nodded impressed as I took pride in the ridiculously complicated features.

"You must really enjoy your showers." She breathed as she set her things down along the sink and I nodded. "Do you enjoy fucking in your shower just as much?" She teased me in that deep growl, and my head snapped in her direction to stare disbelievingly at her reflection as she stared back at me in the mirror. I felt myself panic as my chest heaved unable to take deep breaths, and she smiled wickedly as she pushed herself gracefully back from the counter to press that gloriously round ass against my painful erection. She moaned slightly as she felt my throbbing bulge press back against her. "I thought so." She breathed as she turned her face over her shoulder while she leaned her whole body back against me. I gave up on any thought to calm myself as she slowly moved her hips in tight circles against me causing me to groan as I lowered my face to hers, but then stopped myself as I closed my eyes and gasped from her movements. She stood up on her toes to reach my face, brushing her lips gently across mine. "That would be awfully naughty of you...fucking someone so much younger than you in the shower." I suddenly wanted nothing more, and as my cock twitched against her from her suggestion, she moaned lightly into my mouth. "All those different shower heads...I wonder if one of them is positioned just right to stimulate a lady's clit while she's being fucked.

My head was spinning. "I'm the naughty one?" I gasped in disbelief as she grinded that magnificent ass back against me harder than before while nodding with a broad, wicked smile, continuing to brush her soft lips against mine. "You're the one trying to seduce a much older man, whom you don't even know, talking dirty and teasing him in his house under the false premise of just borrowing his shower."

She giggled at me. "I haven't even begun to talk dirty to you; I just asked if you enjoyed fucking in that ridiculous shower of yours. But if you would prefer for me to talk dirty to you, then you should know that the fact that you haven't touch me yet is driving me absolutely insane." She moaned again as she felt me twitch back against her. "I keep imagining you hands all over my breasts, I love having my nipples pinched and teethed at by the way," she breathed causing me to stop breathing as I tried to process this new information, "I keep imagining you kissing, and teething at the side of my neck; my neck is really sensitive. And the fact that you refuse to touch me, and am making my imagination run off on its own so wildly, is teasing the shit out of me, and I am soaking wet because of it."

"I think I'm in love with your imagination." I choked out without thinking, and she laughed at me.

"Prove it." She mocked me playfully as she ceased all movements of her hips making me groan in desperation for her to continue. Without thinking, I immediately lowered my face against her to begin softly kissing the side of her neck. She moaned deeply arching her back to press her ass harder against my strained bulge.

Her positive response allowed my hands to work independently of thought, and they quickly found their own way to her large, firm breasts. I kneaded her breasts through her shirt, groaning madly at the size of them; they fit perfectly in my wide hands. My tongue pressed past my lips to taste her soft, young flesh—the perfect mixture of sweet and slightly salty—and consumed by the flavor of her skin, I had not noticed her push my hands away from her to lift her shirt up over her head. I immediately returned to ravaging the side of her neck, alternating between kissing, licking, and gently teething against her flesh as she moaned softly while pressing herself back against me. I watched our reflection as I slowly traced over her wide, but toned, curves gently with my fingertips, smiling to myself as I watched the goose bumps rise across her skin as she began to shake slightly at my touch. She groaned madly as my hands returned to her large, naked breasts. If boys her own age could not appreciate these magnificent curves, then they truly did not deserve the affection of any woman.

"I love to have my nipples played with," she groaned causing me to twitch furiously against her, "be as rough with them as you like." She teased me, and I lost control of my ability to gently tease her for a moment. I bit hard into the top of her shoulder as I pinched both of her nipples hard between my thumbs and forefingers. She let out a small scream, and fearful I might have overstepped her limits, I looked back at her reflection in the mirror, groaning at the look of pure lust staring back at me, watching me intently from her beautiful pale blue eyes.

"After all that crap you went on about," I whispered across her neck, smiling to myself as I continued to pinch her nipples hard as I massaged around them with my other fingers, "you enjoy having your man be a little aggressive and dominating after all?" One of her hands quickly found their way to the front of my jeans, and she began to massage my painful erection through my pants.