Moving In

I bend over to pick up one of the many boxes, the smell of the truck’s engine filling the air.

Smiling, I look at my new surroundings: my new home.

It’s your typical suburban neighborhood: rural feel, tidy, maintained houses, and far too many restaurants. All the public schools hold high ratings and the park is a short walk away.

It’s idyllic, but somewhat boring. Still, it’s what I need from life right now.

Then I spot you… I’m transfixed. My eyes take in every curve, every line. You’re far from boring!

I straighten up and stretch to wipe the sweat from my brow, but I’m unable to ignore you.

I look over at you again. You’re draped on your lounge chair, your skimpy bikini barely covering you.

I can see you’re looking this way, but your eyes are hidden behind dark lenses.

Slowly, almost teasingly, you remove your sunglasses.

That’s when I see your beautiful eyes for the first time, mischievous and shining with curiosity, focused on my body.

You’re taking in all of me as you look. Enjoying the game, I tease you back.

I lift my shirt to wipe at my forehead, exposing more of my abs.

You instinctively bite your lower lip as you watch. I doubt you realize you’re doing it… just a momentary flash of desire.

Still, I smile as I turn away and return to my task at hand.

There’s a mountain of boxes to move before tonight, but I’m more confident than ever in my decision to move. It brought me next door to you; talk about getting a good deal.

As I lift one of the boxes you catch my eye once more, your body unfolding and climbing off the lounger.

Boldly, you stand and assess me, your eyes roaming over me.

I almost blush.

To distract myself from your gaze, I move the box into my new home.

When I come back outside you’re in my yard. You’re waiting for me.

My hand takes yours as you introduce yourself. I struggle not to stare at your body, at your curves in that bikini. I can scarcely concentrate on anything else; even the rudimentary questions you ask are muffled in my ears.

We exchange names and we get the mundane topics out the way.

Yes, I’ve moved due to my job. No, I don’t have a wife or kids, though I do have a dog. I am recently divorced, thank you for your sympathy. And yes, I think I’m going to like being here.

Then you mention all the large packages surrounding us. You seem so innocent in your declaration, yet your choice of words speak of something more: a playfulness, your naughty side.

As we chat, I grab another box. You follow close behind carrying a smaller box. I didn’t even need to ask.

Do you want to be close to me?

We enter the living room. It’s a large but empty space, only bits of debris leftover from the movers.

I smile at you by way of apology.

When I reach to take the box from you, our hands touch. I gaze into those soft eyes of yours.

Your hand strokes up my arm, admiring my pumped up muscles.

Then you squeeze my bicep appreciatively.

Suddenly I’m very conscious of how hot it is, how hot you are.

hen you bite your lower lip again

I know what you want.

I reach down to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head. I use the excuse that it’s hot, that I’m sweaty from moving, but you don’t seem to hear. Your hands are running over my chest.

You don’t care about the moisture and neither do I. I want your skin against mine.

I step closer to you. Our bodies are so close we’re almost touching, the coconut scent of your sunscreen filling the air. You smell incredible.

I inch closer. I want to take in more of that scent of you.

You look at me, your lips slightly parted, your eyes searching mine.

Your eyes ablaze with desire, I lean towards you, your lips moving to meet mine.

Our first touch is tender, then our lust for each other spills over. My mouth tangles with yours.

The taste of your tongue, the shape of your lips: I can’t get enough.

My hands roam your curves, eager to explore every inch of your body.

Every stroke of my hand teases a soft moan from you. When I curl my hands around your breasts, your moans deepen.

Your breasts are shaped perfectly for my hands. I brush my thumbs over your nipples. They harden at my touch, their outline pressing against the fabric hiding them.

My hands skim around your body as I reach for the ties of your bikini. I pull on the delicate knots, the skimpy fabric falling away with ease.

You’re incredible.

I want to look at you and take in every detail, but the urge to have your skin against mine is too great.

I pull you to me, your breasts flattening against my chest.

I can feel each breath you take, the way it speeds up with anticipation as I hold you.

I kiss you on the lips again, before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

You grind against me in response, your hands skimming down my body as mine do yours.

My hands snake down to your inner thighs, to the wetness between them. I can feel you through your bikini bottoms.

As I stroke my fingers back and forth, you moan for more.

I curl a finger under the edge of the fabric, lightly stroking my way along your lips to your clit.

You moan against my chest. You open your stance to allow me better access, our bodies briefly parting as you fumble with my zipper.

I groan as you take my erection in your hand, your palm wrapping around while your other hand inches my pants and boxers down. I step out of them as you wiggle out of your swimsuit.

When we come back together, every inch of you freely presses against me. My hard cock nestles against you.

There’s no furniture in the house yet, so I recline on the floor and tug you down with me. Our hot, sweaty bodies disturb the fine layer of dust there. The hard floor is cold against the heat of us both.

We pay no heed to the scraps of paper and packing foam scattered about: all we care about is each other.

You straddle my hips, your thighs tight to me as you lean down for a kiss, then you hitch your body further up, your breasts filling my mouth. I move from one to the other… your nipples hard against my tongue.

I look up to watch you, to see your eyes haze over and flutter shut as I pleasure you.

You rub your pussy up and down on my cock, your juices coating me.

You’re wet and warm. All I can think about is how it’ll feel to be inside you… to have that warmness encase me, to feel every movement.

The more I listen to your sighs, the more I want to sink into you.

My cock angles up, seeking entrance. One of your hands takes hold to guide me into you.

The head of my cock presses against you, slowly stretching you as I inch inside you. I shudder with ecstasy.

You’re so wet, so intoxicating. Your walls clench around me as I push deeper… every inch of me sliding into you as you glide down my shaft.

We fit together perfectly. My eyes close as I lose myself to the sensation.

I let you settle onto me and you adjust your body. You sit upright, providing me with a glorious view.

I can’t help but grin as I grip your hips, my hold firm as you start to bounce on my cock, your beautiful breasts bobbing as you move. My eyes are drawn to them with every thrust.

Your moans grow louder with every slap of our wet skin, each breath heavier and quicker as you ride me…

I want to come inside you so much, but I want you to have all the pleasure, baby.

You’re so wanton, so gorgeous. I don’t want this to end until you’re fully satisfied.

Then you cry out. Your body flexes as you begin to come, your walls milking my cock, massaging me with every spasm…

I can’t hold on any longer. I wrap my arms around you and pull you to my chest, the two of us coming in beautiful symmetry with one another.

For a moment, all we can do is lie there panting, then you ease yourself off of me.

I can’t help but stifle a laugh, not at you, but in joy of the situation. This might not be the boring neighborhood I envisioned… not with you living next door to me.