1. Friendly Neighbor

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It's been a week since I moved into my new home at 23 Maple Crescent. It's a small place, and it needs quite a lot of work done, mostly just a lick of paint, but it's got character, you know? Besides, I'm really happy with the neighbourhood.

If I can just get all this painting done, maybe I'll be able to invite my neighbours around for dinner. Hm, that'd be nice. I take a look around the room at the insurmountable work left to be done, and begin to think that that's probably wishful thinking.

Oh well, at least I finished the stairwell, I guess. One less thing to paint. Onto the next room.

I drag my ladder and paints upstairs and across the landing, into my bedroom. As I set the tin of paint down by the ladder, the doorbell rings. Hm, strange.

It's late on a Saturday afternoon. I'm not expecting a delivery. I go downstairs and open the front door tentatively to find a handsome man framed in my doorway.

I recognise him instantly as my neighbour from next door. Wow. I'd noticed him before in my driveway, but he's even more good looking close up.

I notice his eyes flick down to my legs, and I blush instantly, remembering now that I'm just wearing an old, oversized work shirt with no pants on, and I'm covered from head to toe in paint. Clearing his throat, my neighbour tries to distract me from complete embarrassment. Ahem, you get much of that on the walls? He laughs.

Hmph, yeah, I can only try, I reply, grateful that he saved the moment. Wow. I'm instantly attracted to him.

His hair is gold and brown, you know, like a caramel sun-bleached colour. I notice he has tattoos down his tanned arm and one peeking out above the top of his t-shirt. His arms are strong and muscular, and his body seems almost perfect in proportion.

I'm not sure how long I'd been mesmerised when my neighbour's voice cut through my thoughts. I'm Gus, by the way, from 21. He gestures to the house on the left.

I knew this of course, I've noticed him on a couple of occasions coming and going in his landscaping truck. Heh, a landscaper, that would explain those arms. I'm Aria, I say a little timidly, now like a schoolgirl meeting her crush.

Gus goes on to tell me he's been meaning to pop around to help for a while. He says something about two hands making light work. His low, coarse voice makes me feel instantly drawn to him in a way I haven't felt in a long time.

I try to fill the silence by thanking him for the offer and inviting him inside. I give him a quick tour of the place and tell him about all my plans for each of the rooms. As I'm leading Gus up the freshly painted stairway, I turn slightly and notice him catching a quick glimpse of my upper thighs.

Our eyes meet briefly and I can see that he's trying to stop himself from looking. Well, how about we start with the master suite? I say jokingly, breaking the tension again by opening my bedroom door.

The room feels spacious, open and clean. Everything including my bed and dresser is draped in large sheets that are covered in just as much paint as me. The ladder that I'd abandoned earlier now casts a shadow against my bed as a warm glow shines through the large bay window that overlooks his house.

I'll start on the ceiling if you can help with the walls, I say gratefully. As I climb the ladder, Gus instinctively takes hold of it to stop me from falling. I notice a wanting look in his eye as he looks up at me, still trying hard to keep his stares from the inside of my legs.

With each step I take, I'm revealing a little more of what's underneath my oversized shirt. Once I'm high enough, I reach for the ceiling on my tiptoes and make long, slow brushstrokes back and forth with my paint. In this position, my shirt is tugged up and completely revealing my bottom and white cotton thong.

I can feel his eyes on me as his grip of the ladder becomes more tense. I feel turned on thinking about where his thoughts are right now. Out of paint, I say, pretending that I'm oblivious to what he's just seen.

Gus, still holding on tight to the ladder, watches me mesmerized as I descend. I place the paintbrush down by the tin and happen to catch a glimpse of Gus's trousers. His flyers come undone, and I can see the evidence now of what his thoughts were.

Gus, noticing me, attempts to fix himself. Feeling bold, I step forward and put my hand against his to stop him from reaching for his zip. I step closer again and kiss him gently on the cheek as I reach for the top button of his jeans.

I kiss him on the other cheek, slowly undoing the top button. Gus groans softly in anticipation. I brush my lips against his and slide my hand inside his trousers, teasing him.

I feel him quivering for me as we kiss. I release my hold, knowing full well how frustrated he's feeling now. He looks into my eyes in desperation as if to say, please, don't stop.

I turn away, ignoring his desperation with a smile, and bend down to pick up my paintbrush. We have a lot of work to do, mister, aren't you going to help? I say over my shoulder.

Gus comes up behind me and takes hold of my waist, the scent of his fresh cologne filling the air around me as he does. He places a kiss on my neck, asking me how he can be of service. I take in a sudden breath and sigh, feeling a tingling of excitement.

I was not expecting him to have responded in such a way. Gus leans into me hard and deep. I can feel his hardness throbbing against my bottom.

My breath trembles as I feel his finger gently stroking the inside of my thigh. Gus takes hold of my leg and lifts it onto the first step of the ladder. I'm breathing heavily now as he takes his fingers and brushes them across my underwear against my clit.

He continues to grind himself up against my ass and I can feel his hard cock against my bottom. I shudder, a sigh of desperation. I want him inside me.

Following my direction, Gus gently turns me around to face him and sits me down on the third step of my ladder. He spreads my legs just a little and kisses my body, slowly edging closer and closer to where my thighs meet. As he goes to take off my underpants, I stop him.

We aren't there yet. I like the feeling of the fabric between his mouth and my pussy. I also like the power of taking them off when I want to.

He uses his teeth and lips to brush against my panties. He tentatively pulls them to one side, looking deep into my eyes for permission to continue. I nod and throw my head back as he spreads my legs a little further and gives me an upward lick with his tongue.

A warm sensation overtakes my entire body. I move my hips in time with each motion of his tongue, feeling the most indescribable wave of pleasure wash over my body. I let out a sigh of ecstasy.

I pull him up towards my face and kiss him passionately. Gus tugs me by the shirt to standing and pulls me in for another kiss, our hands aggressively feeling each other and tearing at our clothes. Gus lifts me up and I hook my legs around him while we embrace.

Throwing me onto the bed, we laugh as he reaches for the condom in his trousers and can't open the packet quick enough. I turn myself around and hold onto the bed head, inviting him over with my ass. I love the feeling of being completely dominated, especially by such a strong yet gentle man.

Once more, he grabs hold of my panties, pulls them tight and releases them, giving me a light sting on my ass that makes me feel powerless to his presence. I invite him over, and Gus takes out his cock from his boxers and pulls my thumb aside once more. He rubs the tip of his cock over my wet lips again and I moan deeply.

At last, he confidently thrusts inside of me, moaning with the satisfaction. I clasp at the bed head and arch my back as Gus continues to push himself into me, harder and harder. My bed is moving in time with the motion of our bodies.

I can feel him inside me, edging closer to finishing, but we aren't done yet. I pull myself away from him and turn around to face him. I push him back to seating and climb off the bed.

Slowly I take my thong off from underneath my oversized shirt and let it drop to the floor. Gus moans again, and as I climb on top of him, his eyes completely insatiable and open in disbelief. He rips open my shirt and kisses my breasts, focusing his tongue on my nipples.

I lower myself down slowly over his cock, causing him to gently bite my nipple. I scream out in pleasure and begin to ride him faster, feeling my clit grinding up against him with each sway of my hips. Gus groans in pleasure, admiring my body's movements before his eyes.

I pant heavily as our bodies move together in a dance increasing in pace and intensity until three sudden palpitations of my clit burst into an overwhelming full-body sensation of heat and bliss. Gus moans a long, deep sigh of pleasure. As my body continues to spasm, our bodies lay overlapping one another as we begin to regain consciousness after the mind-blowing experience we just shared.

At least we got some painting done, eh? I joke, pointing to the smearing of paint that's now covering our entire naked bodies.