Welcome to the Neighborhood (Wicked Wednesday #321)

Two stories in as many weeks. Shocking, I know, but I couldn't resist this week's Wicked Wednesday "Lust" prompt. The premise for this one came to me one morning when the sound of one of my neighbors mowing their yard woke me up. I've been playing with the idea for a while and actually started plotting it as a longer work—different from this version. Don't be surprised if you see this "through the glass" idea come up again sometime in the future. And no, sadly, there is no hunky neighbor. More's the pity.

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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)

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Welcome to the Neighborhood

By Ria Restrepo

Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.

I was a very bad girl. I really should be ashamed of myself. But as I stood in front of the sliding glass door, my steamy mug of coffee poised at my gaping mouth, I couldn't find enough remorse to look away from my hunky new neighbor.

He was mowing his side yard just beyond my small patio. Even this early, it was a brutally hot and humid summer day in Miami. He was clearly feeling it. His T-shirt was so damp with sweat it clung to him like a second skin, showing off his impressive physique. I could even see his sweat soaked into the waistband of his well-worn jeans, which molded to a firm ass I longed to sink my teeth into.

This was horrible. Objectifying this guy was wrong. I didn't know him from Adam and I was lusting after him like he was a piece of meat. When a guy did this kind of thing, women called him a pig, lech, or perv. Women were supposed to be more evolved, right?

For all I knew, he could be dumb as a rock. Or a smoker. We could have different political views. God, he might even like anchovies on his pizza. I shuddered at the thought, but none of those potential no-goes stopped the liquid heat that pooled between my thighs.

Then he sealed my voyeuristic fate. He stopped mowing just on the other side of my patio and pulled off his sopping T-shirt.

Ay mami!

He was even more beautiful than I'd imagined. He wasn't overly bulky, but an Adonis in blue jeans with finely sculpted muscles. I wanted to traced his impossibly chiseled abs with my tongue. In a lust-filled trance, I set my mug on the counter and moved closer to the glass door.

As I watched, practically drooling, he wiped his shirt over his face and dragged it through his drenched hair. It was so wet, it was hard to tell the exact shade, but it was the same dark color as the hair lightly covering his chest. The way it narrowed and disappeared into his waistband was ever so enticing.

He was tucking the end of his shirt in the back pocket of his jeans when he looked over in my direction. I froze like the proverbial deer in the headlights. He flashed an easy smile and raised his hand in a friendly wave. Then he became the living statue he resembled, his expression shifting to something unreadable.

After an endless moment, he shielded his eyes from the sun with his raised hand, presumably to get a better look at me. I became aware of a couple things as his gaze ran over my body. First, my knee-length silk robe was gaping open. Second, my hand was down inside my lacy panties, my fingers absently sliding up and down my dripping slit.

His eyes widened initially, then a slow, sexy smile spread across his face. He stalked over to me like a hungry jungle cat pursuing his next meal. He stopped just in front of me on the other side of the glass. Even with the barrier between us, having all that powerful, masculine hotness so close made my heartbeat quicken and my cunt clench with need.

"Havin' fun, darlin'?" His voice was muted by the glass, but I could hear the Southern twang in it.

I nodded my head, lost in his electric blue eyes.

He reached down to open the sliding glass door, but it was locked.

"Open the door."

I shook my head. I may have been brazenly rubbing my cunt in front of him, but I wasn't dumb enough to let a complete stranger into my house.

His nostrils flared, as if he could smell my horny cunt through the glass, and his eyes sparked with lascivious intent.

"Be a good girl and unlock the door so I can help you play with that pussy of yours."

Biting my lip, I shook my head again.

He braced his arm on the top part of the door frame and leaned closer. "You just want me to watch?"

Yes, I wanted him to watch me get off from just the sight of him. I nodded.

His expression was equal parts amused and delighted. "Okay, darlin', we'll play this your way."

My gaze roved over him, taking in the finer details I wasn't able to make out before, while I teased my clit. Moaning at the exquisite sensation, I closed my eyes, my breathing getting faster. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that he was looking at my still covered tits like a starving man.

I only hesitated briefly, then used my free hand to open my robe even more, baring my breasts to him. After all, I could see his chest. It only seemed right that he should see mine. I was egalitarian like that.

"Fuck, you have amazing tits."

As his eyes devoured me, I cupped my breast, fondling and squeezing it. His groan made my cunt gush even more juices over my exploring fingers. I pinched my nipple and slid a finger inside my tight sheath. Pain and pleasure combined perfectly to push me closer to nirvana.

He slid his hand down to cup the very obvious bulge in his jeans. As I eased a second finger inside me, he massaged his erection temptingly.

Licking my lips, I looked back up and met his burning blue gaze.

"Wanna see how fucking hard you made me?"

I so fucking did, so I nodded eagerly, pressing my tits against the glass. The coolness on my hard nipples nearly made me come, but I held off, wanting to see him in all his glory.

He yanked open his button-fly and shoved down his jeans and boxer briefs until his cock sprang free. It was just as impressive as the rest of him. I whimpered when he fisted himself and started stroking his cock in long, firm strokes.

"Show me that naughty pussy."

Fair was fair, right? Reluctantly, I stopped finger-fucking myself long enough to push my panties over my hips and let them slide down my legs to the floor. I spread my legs apart for him to see my glistening pink slit.

He groaned. "Christ."

His burning gaze watching my every move, I delved my fingers between my slick folds and circled my clit. I couldn't make up my mind where to look as I worked my clit hard and fast. My focus jumped from his strong hand jerking his cock to his intense, heavy-lidded eyes. Our movements synchronized as we got ourselves off, getting more purposeful as we got closer to coming.

"I'm going to fucking come for you, darlin'."

I couldn't look away as pained ecstasy transformed his handsome face into something unearthly. With a long, drawn-out groan, he shot thick, heavy ropes of come all over the glass. For a brief moment, I wished there hadn't been anything separating us and I could feel him marking my skin.

Unable to hold off any longer, I came on a strangled cry, the pleasure overtaking my body so intense I collapsed against the sliding door. When my breathing finally calmed, I opened my eyes to see his warm gaze and his hand pressed against the glass.

Lazily, I placed my own come-covered hand over his.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Smiling, I shook my head. Before I turned and walked away, I pressed my lips to the glass and said, "Welcome to the neighborhood."