3. Friendly Neighbor

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Gus and I have been messaging on and off all week. Work has been really busy for him, so we haven't been able to meet up again since I spent the whole of last weekend at his house. Each night I go to bed thinking about him and what we got up to together.

I'm beginning to have wild ideas about everything I want to do with him, and we agreed that Friday night would be the best for us to meet up again, you know, once he's home and has showered away his day's manual labour. Well, it's Friday and it's 6.30pm, but his truck hasn't pulled up in the driveway yet. I'm so desperate to see him, but I'm growing kinda nervous that he's going to be too tired now to do anything.

Just in time with my own predictions, I receive a text from Gus. Sorry, I've had to work quite late to get this job done. I'm still 45 minutes away from home, but I'm absolutely knackered.

Might have to make it tomorrow night, XX. I'm so disappointed. After looking forward to it all week, I'm all showered, prepped and ready to see him.

I even went and bought a new white silk dressing gown to wear. I guess it will just have to be a night in for myself. I pour myself a glass of wine and meditate on our newfound relationship and all the things I was wanting to do with him tonight.

I daydream about Gus dominating me, his hands exploring my body. Time passes as I imagine him pushing me up against the fridge, kissing me passionately, using one hand to pleasure me while holding my wrist above my head with the other. He's kissing and softly biting my lip.

These thoughts have me excited and I become desperate for him to come over again. It's not fair. I want him to feel this same level of frustration.

I look at the time and notice that Gus should be home by now. I head up to my bedroom and look down to his driveway. His truck is there.

I look into his bedroom window where I notice his bedside sconces are turned on. Not only is he home, he must also be upstairs too, most likely in his ensuite. I imagine him getting out of the shower, dripping wet with steam coming off his hair and body, just like the time he greeted me on the stairs last week.

As I'm lost again in my thoughts, I notice Gus enter his bedroom. He has a white towel wrapped around his hips, giving me full view of his beautifully sculpted torso. He drops his towel and pulls on some boxer shorts.

I can almost feel his body against mine as my thoughts return to us making love on his bed, his cock pounding into me as I hold onto his bedhead. I sit on my bed and begin to reach into my underwear, lightly stroking my lips. I slide a finger inside myself and feel how turned on I am.

I'm enjoying playing with myself when suddenly I have an idea. I look out to see if Gus is still there. He must have gone downstairs while I'd been lost in my thoughts again.

I grab my phone and formulate a text. Hey, I hope you had a good day at work. Come up to your bedroom.

I want to show you something. X. Send.

I throw my phone on the bed and take a deep breath, nervous for his response. Looking again through my window, I see his bedroom door swing open. Gus enters, looking around his room, a little confused as to why I had asked him to go upstairs.

I edge closer to the full bay window where he can see me clearly, hoping he'll notice my new silk dressing gown which is tied loosely around my waist, complementing the form of my body. Gus hasn't thought to look through his window into my room. Instead, he dials something into his phone and puts it to his ear.

My phone rings on the bed. I answer on speaker, then return to my position in front of the window. Can you see me? I ask.

Gus's head turns to face the window. His eyes widen in a delayed response, noticing first what I'm wearing and then the intent behind my eyes. Holding his gaze, I slowly roll the thin gown over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, revealing my entire naked body.

Gus stumbles back onto his bed in shock, as I'm not usually this forward in showing myself. Without thinking, he reaches into his boxes to hold himself as I lick my finger and run small circles around my nipples. My breasts are so sensitive to my touch, I can make small waves of sensation over my entire body.

I can hear Gus breathing heavily through the phone. It turns me on even more to see him like this, to imagine where his thoughts are wandering. I walk back towards the bed when I hear moans of desperation through the phone.

No, no, no, come back. Does Gus really think I'm done here? I turn around and sit on the end of the bed, mirroring his position.

I slowly spread my legs and brush my finger gently along the inside of my thigh. I suck my finger and start to run slow circles around my clit. Gus sees how turned on I am and can no longer contain himself.

He releases himself from his boxes and wanks on the bed, grunting with every pull of his cock. Don't you wish I came over? I say, climbing onto the bed, teasing him with full view of my ass as I arch my back.

Gus can't respond with words, just a long, deep moan of pure desperation for my body. I arch my back further and peek my head over my shoulders to see his reaction. I love to see him desperate for me, panting and pulling at himself as he admires my body.

I tease him a little more by going to turn off the light. No, no, please, please don't stop. Don't, don't, don't stop.

He begs. I giggle and move my hand away from the light and reach instead for the top drawer of my bedside table. I open the drawer and pull out my large, pink dildo.

Gus inhales deeply and moans as I lay back and slowly insert the toy inside of me. It has a rubber hook which applies just the right amount of pressure on my clit as I push it in and out of me. I'm laying back on the bed, eyes closed, listening to Gus's grunts and moans as I thrust the dildo in and out of me.

I can hear through the phone that he's getting closer and closer to finishing. I want to see him climax, so I sit up on my knees, positioning the dildo so that I can ride it as I imagine riding him, my hips thrusting back and forth, pushing my clit harder against the toy as I do. I'm riding faster and faster, moaning as the dildo hits my G-spot.

My breasts are bouncing and my bottom rocking back and forth over the dildo. Gus is panting, handling himself to the same rhythm of my movements. He finally lets out an animalistic cry of pure pleasure, his body crunching over itself as he releases onto the bed.

As if on cue, I can no longer contain myself either, as my pussy tightens around the toy and an explosion of sensation makes my entire body convulse. I breathe out a long sigh of relief as I place the dildo back beside me, collapsing onto the bed. Gus mirrors me, sighing and falling back onto his bed.

We lay like this, wrapped in the moment, before laughing in disbelief of what we have just done. I guess I will see you tomorrow then, Mr. I'm-too-tired-to-come-over-tonight? I tease.

Gus laughs, promising he'll make it up to me tomorrow in person. I guess I will see you tomorrow then, Mr. I'm-too-tired-to-come-over-tonight? I tease.