2. Friendly Neighbor

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Ah, it's Friday again, finally. I've been juggling unpacking boxes, painting the house and computer work from home all week, so I think I deserve a night off. It's been almost a week since Gus, my neighbour, came round to help me with my painting.

Each night now I lay in bed and remember how he touched me, how he held me down and made me feel like I was his whole world. It's been a week, though, and nothing has happened since. Each day I've tried to build up the courage to go over to his place, but I just feel so forward, you know?

Maybe if I take him a bottle of red and just go over there and thank him for all his help last week. Yeah, that'll work. I'll do that.

I'll go over, thank him for his help and possibly offer to return the favour. Not sure why I'm so nervous. Hoping he won't notice, I pop on a casual red dress and venture next door to number 21.

As I walk from my house to his, I start to have second thoughts about this red dress. It's too cold in the evening still for a summer dress. Maybe he'll think I'm trying too hard.

Oh well, it's too late now. Hopefully I won't be outside for too long anyway. I knock on the door once.

No answer. My heart sinks a little. Is he really not in? His truck's in the driveway.

I knock once more. Please, please, please answer. Please.

I hear his voice calling out, followed by a tumble of footsteps rolling down the stairs. The door opens and Gus, still buttoning up his shirt, greets me with a welcoming smile, his hair dripping from having just been through the shower. He looks even better than I'd remembered.

He seems pleased to see me, almost as if he knew I'd be coming round, instantly giving me a peck on the cheek and inviting me inside. As we hug, I feel my cold, slightly stiffened nipples press against his warm body. We catch each other's eyes, and I can tell he's noticed them too.

I thought I would bring you round a bottle, you know, just to thank you for last week, I say, hinting at more than just the paintwork he did. Gus takes the bottle, thanking me, as he places it on the dining room table, which is made of the most beautiful, thick cuts of timber. He offers me a seat, and goes to fetch a couple of crystal wine glasses from the kitchen.

I cast my eye around the room, and notice how beautiful his place is. Concrete kitchen benches, exposed timber beams, dark steel finishes, and a leather couch nestled in front of an open wood fire. It's spacious, and yet still so cosy.

Gus has returned, and is pouring us both a glass of red, when he asks about my week, and how the renovations are coming along. The crackling of the open fireplace is providing an ambient backdrop to our small talk. I notice myself being drawn closer to him, as he talks about his work, and his week.

One of us says something funny, and we both end up stomach laughing, for what seems like eternity. When the giggles settle, Gus notices something in my hair, and takes his hand to gently pull it out. He reveals that it had been a speck of white paint, and we laugh again at the memory of how that paint had come to be there.

The detail of this memory hits us both at the same time. The passion, the smears of paint, the feeling of our bodies against each other. Instantly ignited by the memory, Gus reaches for my hair again, this time pulling me into him and kissing me tenderly.

The energy is electric, our lips moving against each other, our bodies following their own lead, moving as one. He pulls me up onto the dining room table, and lays me back as he kisses my thighs intently. I hold my breath as his mouth moves, gently touching closer and closer to my open lips.

I let out a long sigh as he finally reaches my pussy, licking and sucking my clit. I feel powerful to see him so enamored with my body. I sit up, and pull him in to kiss me again.

Who is this man? I don't want this moment to end, I think, as our lips move against each other. Gus interrupts my thoughts by taking me by the hand, leading me to the living area, and the energy shifts as he places himself on the couch, gesturing for me to join him.

I take my time, and slowly pull off my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Gus is unable to take his eyes off my bare body, and instinctively starts to unbutton his own shirt. I pull his trousers down, and reach for the condom in his back pocket.

Gus shudders and groans as I circle my tongue around the tip of his cock. Slowly, I push him down the back of my throat inch by inch. Gus groans again as I fully engulf him in my mouth, his cock touching the back of my throat.

I use my tongue and hands simultaneously to pleasure him, as his hips start to thrust into me in the same rhythm. Feeling his readiness, I pull myself away, slipping the condom onto him before straddling his lap with a leg either side of his. Gus moans deeply as I steadily lower myself onto him, his eyes flicking between my breasts and the rest of my body.

I move up and down, slowly, to begin with, my hips rocking back and forth. Gus holds onto my arse and admires my body. The sensation of me moving so slowly up and down his shaft makes him toss his head back in disbelief.

He sighs as I grind hard against him, enjoying the pressure of his body against my clip. I ride him harder, faster, panting as Gus is rendered weak to the side of my breasts bouncing in his eyeline. Momentum builds, till finally, a wave of sensation comes over me, my pussy pulsating around him.

I can't control myself. Gus holds my waist and pulls me in tightly, my body convulsing slightly in pleasure. Gus lays me down on the couch and runs his finger along my body from my breasts down.

He looks into my eyes as if asking for consent to keep going. I pull him towards me and kiss him eagerly. I'm definitely not done yet.

I want to have him finish. Gus presses his body against mine and pushes himself back inside me, kissing my neck as he does. I'm so sensitive down there now that the feeling of his cock re-entering me makes me sigh heavily.

Gus takes one of my hands and holds it above my head on the armrest of the couch as he drives himself into me, harder and deeper, dominating my body. Hooked on each other's eyes, our bodies slap against each other as he builds to a final push. There's so much pressure on my clit as he comes, letting out a deep, trembling moan.

I echo his pleasure and wrap my legs around him to hold him in close for as long as I can. Our bodies fall into each other and lay there sighing a moment of relief. The fire is crackling in the background, providing a glow of warm light flickering across our entwined bodies.

Gus pulls up a heavy blanket across us and kisses me on the forehead. Would you like to stay for dinner? I made banoffee pie for dessert, he offers.

I nod and kiss him playfully, looking forward to spending the night together with him.