The Man Next Door (2 page)

“Don’t get spoiled because once I’m back home, no more vibrators, okay?”

“I’m turning it on now.”

The sensation took me by surprise.

“Jon, I don’t think I’m going to be able to talk for much longer. Mr. Big has lots of talent.”

“Okay, I’ll just sit here and listen to any sound you make.”

I pushed the vibrator deeper inside me and relaxed back on the bed.

I thrust it in and out a few times and spread my legs even wider. I squeezed my butt muscles as I felt my pussy start to tingle. I sensed a big orgasm heading my way.

I moaned and flexed my toes as the first one hit me. I shouted out when the second climax took me and had to roll over on my side when the third one made me scream.

I wanted more but didn’t think my pussy and body were quite up to it. I’d never had three such intense orgasms in such a short period of time. I switched it off and got my breathing back to a normal rate.

“You there, babe?”

“Jon, you made a big mistake because this thing is going to spoil me.”

“I heard you. I bet your neighbors did too.”

“So what’s my next surprise?”

“Patience, my dear girl, but I will be phoning again tomorrow night. I want to listen to you and Mr. Big again.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I switched off the speakerphone and was thinking about a shower to cool myself down when I heard the doorbell ring.

I jumped up, pulled my panties back on, and ran down the stairs. I opened the door to find my new neighbor standing there.

“Hello, I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself before. I’m Andy Chamberlin from next door.”

“April Weston,” I said, extending my hand.

My heart was beating and my pussy was wet, and not because of my recent rendezvous with the vibrator. He was more gorgeous up close and I decided then and there I was going to have sex with him.

“I hate to bother you, but the freezer part of my refrigerator seems to have died on me and it’s stacked full of frozen dinners. Would you have any spare room in your freezer until I get it fixed?”

I knew I only had a few items in there. I’m a great cook and make everything from scratch, but even if I didn’t, I would have thrown some food out just to get him inside the house.

“Sure, that will be fine.”

“I’ll just pop and get them and be right back.”

* * * * *

He arrived fifteen minutes later with a couple of supermarket bags overflowing with frozen food.

“If you’re wondering why I own so much frozen food…truth is, this bachelor can’t cook to save his life.”

He set everything down on the kitchen table and that’s when I noticed a stain on the front of his shirt.

“Is something leaking in one of the bags?” I asked him, pointing to the round brown stain.

“Shit, will you look at that, it’s the Thai sauce. It must have already started to defrost.”

“Let’s get these into the freezer and then we’ll take care of the stain.”

I held the door open while he loaded everything into my freezer. I was about to get a sponge for his shirt when I saw him removing it.

Phew, was this my lucky night or what? His chest was muscular, covered in light brown hair that went all the way down the middle of his stomach and beyond the waistband on his pants. How much farther, I hoped I’d find out very soon.

I opened the freezer door again, hoping it would cool me down, but it didn’t.

“Here, let me,” I said, taking the shirt from him.

I took it to the sink and dabbed at the stain.

“This is all very nice of you,” he said.

“It’s what neighbors are for… Hey, it looks like you’re in luck because this stain is coming out.”

“Fantastic. Look, I’ve got to get home to do some work for a presentation I’m giving tomorrow, but how about I bring dessert and a bottle of wine round here tomorrow night as a way of saying thank you?”

“Sounds perfect because I’m on my own. My boyfriend’s in New York all week,” I said, handing him the shirt.

Chapter Three

I couldn’t concentrate at work the next day. I knew I wanted sex with my neighbor.

If he made a move, would I take the bait? Or would I just go for it and make the first move?

I hurried home, showered, and put on the halter-neck dress I’d bought in Mexico the year before.

Andy arrived at 8 p.m. with a bottle of wine and a tiramisu from the local Italian deli. He looked more tempting than ever in his tight jeans, T-shirt, and that just out of the shower look. His face was slightly flushed, his hair still damp and slicked back. I got a whiff of his woodsy aftershave as he walked by me.

“My freezer’s being fixed tomorrow so I should have my stuff out of your way by the evening.”

“It’s no problem, really.”

He opened the wine and poured me a glass.

I was tempted to drink it down in one gulp, but didn’t. If I was going to have sex, which I hoped I was, I wanted to be in control and savor every second of it.

We sat down on the couch.

“How long do you think this can go on?” he asked.

Had he guessed I was lusting after him? He must have seen my puzzled expression.

“I mean this heat,” he said.

“Oh, that. They say another three days.”

“And opening the windows doesn’t even help.”

“No, I’ve tried that.”

“Yeah, like the other morning…when you and your boyfriend were having sex.”

He’d caught me off guard.

“Were we that loud?”

“You were.”

Okay, it was time to be perfectly honest.

“You want to know why?”

“You mean you’re not usually that vocal?”

“No, I was watching you and imagined I was having sex with you.”

He didn’t say anything.

He turned around to face me and ran his finger down my cheek.

“I’ve been watching you every time you’ve been out in the garden. And I overheard you talking Sunday night on your phone while you were outside. I just happened to hear that your boyfriend was going out of town. The truth is, my freezer isn’t broken. It was my excuse to come around here and meet you.”

“So it’s been mutual lusting.”

The next thing I knew we were kissing and then heading up the stairs to my bedroom, undressing on the way.

By the time we got to the bed, he was only wearing his jeans. As for me, I was just standing there in my panties.

He slid his hands inside my underwear, rested his palms on my bottom, and then gave a good tug. My panties now sat on the floor. I grabbed the zipper on his jeans and yanked it down. I put my hand inside and discovered he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I got hold of his cock. Well, I tried to. I don’t have small hands, but they were too small to fit all the way around his shaft.

“If this is anything to go on, I don’t think you’re going to disappoint me,” I said.

He kissed me and then pushed me down on the bed and moved my legs apart.

He stroked my clit until I was wet, my pussy throbbing. He spread my lips with his index finger and thumb, but it wasn’t his finger that entered me, but his tongue. He lapped at me and I gripped the duvet. I’d asked Jon if he would do this for me more times than I care to remember, but he always says though he loves looking at my pussy, he can’t stand the thought of sticking his tongue into it.

Andy’s tongue now plunged in and out and then slowed down to a simple flick that was even more arousing. I pounded my fists on the bed as he brought me to climax.

I looked down at his now pulsating cock. I wanted it inside me more than I wanted anything else.

“Shit, I forgot,” I said, sitting up. “My boyfriend is going to call any minute and I’m supposed to play with Mr. Big for him.”

“Mr. Big?”

I opened the drawer and pulled out the vibrator.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said just as the phone rang.

“Hi babe.”

“Hi Jon.”

“Is Mr. Big ready to play?”

“Yep, he’s ready to play,” I said, looking at Andy.

“So are you ready?”

“Oh, I’m oh so ready. Okay, I’m spreading my legs and Mr. Big is disappearing inside my pussy.”

I stopped talking as Andy glided a condom onto his cock, then into me.

“You okay?”

Jon must have heard me groan.

“I’m fine, it’s just Mr. Big is cold.”

“Don’t get too used to that thing. It’s only to be used when I go on business trips.”

“I won’t. Mr. Big wants to play now.”

Andy gave a hard thrust and I moaned. I put my hands on his chest as he went to work on me.

“Sounds like you and Mr. Big are having lots of fun tonight.”

Andy lifted up my legs and placed them around his waist. He slipped deeper inside me and was hitting spots that I didn’t think any cock had ever reached.

Andy gave two more thrusts and I was gone.

I only hoped the other neighbors didn’t hear me and think all that young woman does is have sex.

“Wow, you sounded loud,” said Jon.

“This thing is the best gift you’ve ever given me.”

“Hey, my taxi’s here, but I’ll call again tomorrow.”

I flipped over on my side to turn off the speakerphone just as Andy entered me again. He bit my neck and circled my tits with his fingers. He moved one hand to my clit, rubbing hard as he thrust.

“You like that.”

I was about to say “I love it,” when I climaxed again.

“Do you know what your pussy does to my cock when you climax? It squeezes it and…”

He climaxed two seconds later.

I thought we were done, but he rolled me over on my back, parted my thighs, grabbed Mr. Big, and slid him into my pussy again. He didn’t switch the vibrator on but simply rolled it around and then ever so gently thrust it in and out.

I sat up and rested on my arms so I could watch Mr. Big appear and disappear.

“Feel good?” asked Andy.

“Does it ever.”

“Tell me when you’re about to orgasm.”

He switched on the vibrator and I collapsed back on the pillow.

I squeezed my buttocks and pressed my thighs on the mattress, feeling my pussy pulsate with each vibe.

“I’m getting close,” I barely managed to say.

Andy took Mr. Big from my pussy and then plunged his cock into me again.

We both climaxed together a couple of minutes later.

Chapter Four

I didn’t have to invite Andy back the second night because he was waiting on my doorstep when I got home. We undressed in the hallway and I’d already climaxed three times by the time Jon called.

We went through the same ritual as the night before. This time I was on my stomach with my butt in the air with Andy first of all using Mr. Big to make me climax and then two of his fingers.

“Should I be jealous of Mr. Big?” asked Jon.

“No,” was all I managed to say before Andy had flipped me over and was inside me again.

“Hey, is Mr. Big still inside you?”

“He doesn’t seem to want to leave tonight.”

* * * * *

When Jon called the following night, I was straddling Andy.

“Hi babe, it’s time for surprise number two and three. Look under your oh-so-dirty books in the bottom drawer.”

I slid off Andy, leaned over, and pulled open the drawer. I pushed the books aside and saw a pair of open-crotch panties and two pairs of handcuffs.

“Okay, I can’t stop now. I have a meeting to go to, but we’ll use both of them when I get home.”

I couldn’t wait. I stood up and slid on the panties.

I walked over to the chair, sat down, and parted my knees.

“Great view,” said Andy. He got off the bed and walked over to me. “I’d say I’m now looking at one of the Seven Wonders of the World.”