New Neighbor Pt. 01

"But to answer your real question, I live alone because I spent so much time working, that I never met anyone special. Someone I'd want to spend the rest of my life with."

Laura smiled and said, "Tell me about Bo."

"When I moved into my house, I thought the house needed a dog. I never had a dog as a child. I've been amazed at how much you can love a dog and how much they can love you. He's my best friend. I got him from a shelter. Because of him, I started volunteering at that shelter. Do you like dogs?"

"I love them! I had one growing up, Mitzi. She slept with me every night. But while I was at college, she died. Since then, it's not been a good time to find another. Since you do shelter work, maybe you can help me find one. It would be nice to share my bed again."

"I can keep my eye out for a good one."

"So, what else do you do for fun?"

"I've kept up running, but now I have a running partner in Bo. You could join us sometime if you're so inclined."

"It's been a long time since I've been running. You'd leave me in the dust."

"We'd take it easy on you for a while. Besides, you'll need to exercise your new dog somehow."

"We'll see."

"I took up photography. It kind of reconnects me with my dad. Back in high school, I became a pretty good photographer. I worked on the yearbook and the school paper. In college, I worked with a pro in his studio on portrait and fashion shoots for some extra cash."

"What kind of pictures do you take?"

"Mostly landscapes. I love the outdoors and hiking. Bo and I will sometimes take off on a photographic road trip and just drive across the country, camp out and take pictures. I also built a studio in my house for taking portraits of people and dogs. Also, the shelter needs pictures taken of their dogs, so I do some shooting out there once a week and walk some dogs."

"Can you show me some of your work?"

"Sure, I've got several portfolios I can show you."

"I'd love that. I'd like to learn what to do on the other side of the camera."

Laura looked at me with slightly cloudy eyes from the wine and asked, "So, help me understand this. You're wealthy, tall, extremely handsome with a body that looks like it's chiseled out of marble, you love dogs, traveling and photography."

"I wouldn't describe myself that way," I said, slightly embarrassed.

"I would," she said, "and you don't have a wife or girlfriend? How is that possible?"

"I hate to admit this, but I'm still shy around women I'm attracted to."

"You don't seem very shy right now. Don't you find me attractive?"

"I find you incredibly attractive. It's just that..."

"More wine?" she asked, saving me from myself. The wine was clearly having an effect on her.

Changing subjects abruptly, she said, "You know, I feel very comfortable talking to you. You're a good listener. I feel that I could tell you anything." Her speech was slurred.

Laura got very quiet for a moment, then blurted out, "I haven't had sex in three years. I haven't even been on a date. Bernard and I didn't have much sex, and when we did, he wasn't very good at it. He lacked passion and I was tired of it. So, it's been more like five years since I've had exciting, satisfying, sex. I partied hard in college. I wasn't a slut or anything, but I loved to party.

"Oh my god!" she clasped her hands over her mouth. "I can't believe I said that. I'm so embarrassed. I've had too much to drink. I just met you, and I'm talking like that." She started drunkenly sobbing. "I'm just so lonely and horny."

I moved closer to her and put my arm around her. She put her face into my shoulder. "It's fine. You've had a bit too much wine and should probably go to bed. Are you going to be okay?" She nodded, crying into my shoulder. "I should go now and let you get some rest."

She raised her head and sloppily kissed me. Not a "Hi new neighbor" kiss but a real, passionate, longing kiss. I broke it off, and she looked at me puzzled.

"I thought you said that I was attractive? I'm throwing myself at you! Are you deficient! Don't you want to kiss me then take me upstairs and ravish me?" she said angrily.

"You are extremely attractive, maybe the most attractive woman I've ever seen, but you've had a bit too much to drink, and there are rules about that. I've had a wonderful evening with a gorgeous, hospitable, woman, and I will call you in the morning to see how you're feeling."

Surprised by my rebuff, she got up to show me the door, or tried to get up. She said her head was spinning. I suggested she spend the night downstairs. She curled up on the couch. I removed her shoes, and I found a blanket on another couch to cover her. I put a trash can by the couch just in case, and left my phone number on the table in case she needed anything. Before leaving, I gave her a little kiss on the cheek and by the time I let myself out, she was fast asleep.

Early the next morning, the phone rang. I had slept in. It had been a long time since I'd had that much to drink.

"Hello."

"Hi John, this is Laura from next door. Remember when you offered your handyman services?"

"Of course. How are you feeling this morning?" I asked, feeling a bit hungover myself.

"Fine, I do have a bit of a headache. I gather I drank too much last night. I haven't had that much to drink since college. It must be the stress of moving," she said.

"Thank you for putting me to bed. I don't remember much about what happened. My memory has some fuzzy spots in it. I didn't do anything embarrassing, did I?"

"No, you just got very tired and needed to get some sleep," I said.

"Yea, that's what I remember. Listen, I hate to ask on a Sunday, but I need some of your handyman skills if you're up for it. One of my sinks is leaking. Do you think you could take a look at it? I can't get hold of the plumber."

"Sure, let me grab some tools and I'll come over. See you in a few minutes."

I needed to shower and shave. I pulled myself together at a superhuman rate and grabbed my toolbox along with some aspirin and coffee.

A few minutes later, I rang her bell. She opened the door and was once again beautifully dressed; beige slacks, sandals and a lightweight white button-up shirt. She sure didn't look like she'd been wasted last night. I was in my grubbies with my toolbox ready for work.

"Which sink is it."

"The one in the master bath. Come on, I'll show you."

We went upstairs, and she showed me where it was leaking. She had put a pot under it to protect the cabinet.

"It looks like an easy fix. It shouldn't take very long," I said.

"Great, while you're fixing it, I'm going to go change."

"OK."

I got out my tools and lay on my back under the sink. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw some movement. Taking a better look, I saw that it was Laura in her closet, reflected in a three-paneled full-length mirror. The side mirrors were adjustable, allowing her to see her body from three angles. I couldn't help but watch as she began to strip off her clothes. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off, and hung it up. She hadn't been wearing a bra, so she was naked from the waist up. I was immediately hard. She adjusted the mirrors a little and turned side to side as if she were appraising how she looked. She then slipped off, first her sandals and then her slacks. Standing there nude, except for her white lace, bikini panties, she paused for a moment, then slipped those off. She did a slow turn again, inspecting her naked body. She pinched her nipples until they were rock hard and briefly ran her hand between her legs.

She walked deeper into the closet where I couldn't see her. I lay back under the sink with a wrench to fix the leak. I was so hard; I was afraid my jeans would pop open.

"John? How's it going," she called.

"Great, it shouldn't be long."

I heard her come into the bathroom, and I looked out from under the sink. I could see her from the waist down. She was wearing a semi-transparent swimsuit cover-up, although in this case, there was no swimsuit to cover.

She stepped over me, straddling my legs, bent down, and said, "Come on downstairs when you're done for some coffee or something."

As she walked away, I could see that she was completely naked under the cover-up except for some white sandals. From her position, I'm sure she could see the very uncomfortable position she put me in, by the bulge in my jeans. When she left, I adjusted myself for a little more comfort, finished up the repair and packed my tools away.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, Laura was standing in the kitchen in her cover-up and said, "Would you like to jump in the pool with me and cool off?"

"I haven't got a swimsuit."

She turned and walked to the patio door and said, "Neither have I," as she slipped off the cover-up, flipped it over her shoulder, and walked to the pool in just her white sandals.

I scrambled to get undressed and rushed after her. Before I could get there, she kicked off her heels and gracefully dove in the pool. I followed her in, but my dive was not nearly so graceful. It's tough to be graceful running and diving with an erection.

I swam over to her, put my arms on both sides of her, trapping her between me and the wall of the pool, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Do you swim naked often?" I asked.

"Always," she said, staring straight into my eyes.

"Laura," I said, "I have a confession to make. Yesterday, when I was coming back from my run, I heard you out here talking on the phone. I went up to the fence and peeked through. I saw you naked walking to the pool."

"I know," she said and smiled. "Bo's panting gave you away. Did you like what you saw?"

"Oh yes."

"Good, I'm glad. It turned me on, knowing you were watching me. I wish you'd watched longer."

"How about I watch you now?" I asked.

"I'd like that. I don't think I should allow clothes in the pool. What do you think?" she said, then ducked her head under the water and swam under the waterfall. I quickly followed her under the falling water and into the alcove. She sat on the deep ledge under the falls. I pulled myself up onto the foam mat next to her.

"John, I have a confession too," she said. "I wasn't quite as drunk as I acted last night. I definitely had too much to drink, but I remember everything. You, being such a gentleman, was an incredible turn-on," she paused. "I have another confession. My father was a plumber. I loosened the nut on the sink before I called you this morning. I wanted you to come over to show you what being a gentleman will get you."

"You lied to me?"

"Just a little. Everything I told you was true."

"You wanted me to see you undress upstairs?" I asked, shocked.

"Oh, my god, you saw me?" she asked.

I panicked and froze like a deer caught in headlights.

She laughed. "Relax, it was just a bit of flirting. Did you like it?" she asked.

"Oh god yes. I thought my jeans were going to burst open."

"I noticed," Laura said, smiling.

"I've noticed a lot about you. I saw you running last week. You were almost naked in your very skimpy, blue running shorts with no shirt. That certainly piqued my interest. You have a breathtakingly sexy body. Looking at all those tight muscles moving when you run, made my mind drift off in pleasant directions. I've gone to sleep fantasizing about you. All that running has really worked. At least it's worked for me."

I paused, not knowing what to say. Men aren't used to that kind of compliment, and no one ever said that they fantasized about me. I decided talking was overrated, so I leaned over and kissed her. That turned out to be the right thing to do. She put her arms tightly around my head and pulled me in, to kiss her harder. She ran her hands through my soaking hair and lightly ran her fingers along my ear. I cupped her breast gently, being careful not to touch her nipple yet. She moaned quietly. Her fingers drifted down my chest, over my abs and down to my stiff cock.

"Ooh, did I get you so hard?" she whispered as she squeezed my manhood.

Unable to speak, I nodded.

"Does this feel good?"

"Oh god yes." I said as she slowly ran her hand up and down my shaft.

My fingers moved to her hard pink nipple, and I pinched it gently. She sighed, and her breathing became labored. She arched her back to push her breast against my hand. I kissed her neck to her collarbone. I felt a hunger for her, unlike anything I'd ever known. Kissing my way to her breast, I licked around her areola and sucked on her nipple. She let out a little squeal as I bit down gently. She jumped off the ledge, still holding on to my shaft.

She scooped up cool water in her hand and poured it over my swollen cock. I leaned back on my elbows and watched her, as she flirtatiously examined it and began to play with it, like a cat with a new toy. Using both hands, she slid the skin up until it almost covered my head then down until my skin stretched, making the tip swell and ooze pre-cum. Continuing to stroke up and down my shaft with one hand, she ran her red-painted fingernails from my anus to my balls. The sensation was heavenly, right between tickling and pain. Her warm lips followed, engulfing the head and then releasing it. She used her tongue to play with the crown, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just under the ridge. Her stiff, flattened tongue licked the underside of my shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head, then sucked me deep into her mouth. A chorus of angels began to sing. She pulled back, and I popped out, cold without the warm embrace of her full lips. Her tongue traced a line of saliva around the rim of my swollen head, before she sucked it in, and popped it out again.

I closed my eyes and lay back as my pleasure built from the friction she created with her mouth. God, she was good at this. It didn't take long for the pressure to build in me. She rolled my balls in her hand and sucked my cock harder and deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my head, as she almost pulled me out and then sucked me down again. She continued bobbing her head up and down on my cock until I was about to lose control.

My voice quivering, I warned her, "Laura, if you keep that up, I'm going to come."

She stopped for just a moment and looked up at me innocently with her sparkling blue eyes and asked, "Isn't that the point?"

She reached under my balls and ran her nails over them. Every time I thought she was out of ways to pleasure me; she would surprise me with something new. She took each of my balls and sucked them into her mouth and tickled them with her tongue. I was losing my mind but wanted this to go on forever.

Her lips enveloped my head again and she slowly, painfully slowly, took me down an inch at a time. Just as slowly, she raised her head until I almost popped out. Again, she went down, a little faster this time.

She kept increasing her speed, sliding her lips up and down on my cock faster and deeper. My hips involuntarily started thrusting, keeping pace with her. A tortured noise escaped my lips as she took me all the way down into her throat and held me there. That pushed me over the edge. I unloaded deep into her throat and watched as she swallowed it all. She sucked and played with my softening member until it became too sensitive. She looked satisfied with herself. I was wiped out, drained, and could hardly move, but I wanted more. I needed to taste her.

I mustered my strength, jumped into the water, and grabbed her by the waist. I kissed her passionately, then lifted her up on the ledge.

"Now it's my turn," I said.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

She leaned back on her elbows, watching me as I parted her legs, licking and kissing her inner thigh, working my way to the top. I was a little rusty, but I intended to do my best. I licked and kissed the sensitive spots on her lower abdomen, the creases between her legs and her bald pussy. Her smooth outer lips were swollen, and parted as my tongue ran gently over them. She lay back, spreading her legs wider. The next pass was more deliberate. My tongue traveled up and down her labia, on either side. I heard a quiet moan escape from her lips. I sucked and kissed on each of her outer lips and then, as she opened more, her inner ones. Gradually increasing the pressure of my tongue, I slowly licked from bottom to top, just barely touching her clit each time. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, and her hands clutched the mat beneath her. I lightly touched her clit with my pointed tongue, then traced slowly tightening circles around it, teasing her. She began to squirm as her excitement grew.

She bent her knees, putting her feet on the ledge, and spreading her knees farther apart, opening herself to me completely. Her hips thrust toward me, and she reached for her breasts and tugged hard on her nipples. I sucked her clit into my mouth, squeezing it between my lips and flicked it rapidly with my tongue. The tension in her body was mounting as her climax approached.

She grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth against her. Her hips rocked up and down, grinding her pussy on my face. I pushed one, then two fingers into her, and stroked her G-spot. That sent her flying over the edge.

Laura's head snapped back, eyes closed, and her whole body went rigid as her orgasm tore through her body. Her back arched, thrusting her pussy into my face. She squeezed my head between her thighs and gripped the mat with her fingers.

Her orgasm continued, sending aftershocks throughout her body. I gently licked her clit again. A spasm ran through her, but she was too sensitive. She pulled my head up onto her tummy and held it there.

As she regained her senses, her muscles relaxed, and she collapsed on her back, arms by her side, releasing my head. I jumped up on the ledge and lay next to her. She buried her face against my neck as we recovered in each other's arms.

After a few minutes, she asked, still breathing hard, "How did you learn to do that? No one has made me come that hard."

I said, "My few girlfriends taught me well, and I'm a fast study. But it's been a while for me. I'll do better next time."

"Give me their names, so I can send them thank you notes."

"How about you?" I asked. "You made me see stars."

"It was my first major in college," she said.

"I'm glad you got a good education."

"You haven't seen anything yet," she said as she smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"I need a drink," she said, as she got up and swam to the edge of the pool. "Margaritas, OK?" she said, as she walked to the house with her beautiful butt swaying. "Meet me in the pool house."

It was an odd feeling walking across the yard to the pool house completely naked, especially since I, once again, had a throbbing erection. The pool house was just as well appointed as the rest of the house. There were three rooms, the main room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The front had the same kind of windows as the master bedroom. They folded away with the push of a button, giving a seamless view of the backyard and pool. The main room had a large couch or bed suspended by chains and a small kitchen. It would make a great vacation spot. I sat on the suspended bed and waited for her.

Laura came back with a pitcher of margaritas and a joint. She sat on the bed close to me.

"Do you like pot?" she asked.

"It's been a while, but yeah, I do."

She poured us each a margarita and lit the joint.

After a couple of tokes, she looked down at my lap and said, "Look who's ready for some more action."

I took her drink and the joint and put them on the table. Wrapping my arm around her shoulder,

I pushed her down on her back and lay down, propped up on my elbow, facing her. I kissed her on the forehead. Her hair smelled of chlorine. I ran my fingers lightly over her face, neck, and body, giving her goosebumps even though it was quite warm. I kissed her mouth, her neck, her upper chest and her breast. My tongue traced wetness around one of her nipples. As it responded to my attention, I put my lips around it and gently sucked on it. I could hear Laura moaning slightly. I increased the pressure of my lips and flicked her nipple with my tongue. Releasing that nipple, I blew on it. The cool air made it shrivel and harden. I moved to the other breast and sucked on it too. She reached for my head, but I grabbed her wrist and put it down beside her.