Being Neighborly

Being Neighborly

An erotic short story

Suzy Ayers

Copyright 2013 Suzy Ayers

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Being Neighborly

Connie walked barefoot across the soft grass
to the garden, dragging the hose with her. Her breasts swayed,
unrestrained in her tank top. Her neighbor always watched her
outside, even though she never gave him anything very exciting to
watch. However, today he had a friend helping him work on his
gutters. Both men were standing on ladders, shouting and laughing
in the midday sun.

The breeze made the heat and the sun
tolerable, as it toyed with the tendrils of her hair that could not
be tamed into an elastic band. She lifted her head, catching their
stares at her dangling breasts, unhidden save her nipples, as she
bent over.

She laughed, as they quickly turned their
heads, returning to their work. And she did the same, turning her
back to them. She’d seen them from inside her house and purposely
wore these cotton shorts. They molded to her ass as she bent over.
They hitched above the crease at the top of her thigh. She wiggled
her bottom a little, teasingly. She peaked back at them behind her;
both staring again, slack-jawed.

So badly, Connie wanted a spanking from
those calloused hands, roughly holding her in place. A soft moan
escaped her lips as she continued to water the plants.

“Need some help there?”

“Oh!” Connie jumped, having been lost in her
fantasy. In front of her, both men stood there with an expectant
look on their faces. Her neighbor, John, had over a days worth of
stubble and soft green eyes. “I, uh,” she clenched her thighs
together as she stood. Completely aware that her shorts were
crested deep within her cheeks. Her other cheeks tinged pink, no
doubt alluding to her embarrassment or maybe excitement.

“I’m Hank.” The friend extended his
hand.

Funny, he doesn’t look like much of a
country boy or a cowboy hat-wearing type
. “Connie,” she
replied. She brushed her hands on her barely there shorts and
placed her hand in his. “Where are my manners? Would you gentlemen
like some lemonade?” She held her hand up, indicating for them to
come with her.

They looked at each other and smiled,
following her inside.

“We’ll take anything we can get,” one of
them murmured under their breath.

Connie giggled nervously as she allowed them
into her house. A heated sensation in her core had her clit
throbbing now. Her nipples shrunk and tightened in response to the
chill, as she reached into the refrigerator to retrieve the
pitcher. Both stood with their hands pressed to the Corian counter,
as she placed their drinks in front of them. They both thanked her.
She noted their dirty hands, fueling her excitement further. Her
nipples formed points as she followed their gaze to her breasts.
The more they stared the more her body reacted.

“So, you never answered my question.” John
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Huh? Oh.” She bit her bottom lip with all
of her top teeth. Her flagrant smile shone even in her meadow green
eyes. “Yes. I suppose there is…
something
.”

Two pairs of eyes roamed her body eagerly.
Hank licked his lips, while John shifted his semi-hard erection in
his cargo shorts.

“What’s that doll?” Hank asked.

“A spanking?” Her voice raised an octave, as
her pointer finger moved along the surface of the counter, opposite
of them. She averted her eyes to the Corian, unsure of their
response.
He’s my neighbor for godsakes.

“Oh,” Hank reached across the bar and pulled
her chin up. “I’m quite sure we could help you out with that.” His
crystal clear eyes hinted at the slightest blue pigment. He strode
over to the sofa in her open concept house. Sitting on the couch,
he said, “Come here, Connie.” His voice was low, hitting that sweet
spot that made wetness puddle in between her thighs; she grinned.
“John here has been pining over you for some time. Why not give him
a show? Drop your shorts,” he demanded.

She walked over beside Hank and looked at
both men. “Yes,” she hesitated, “Hank.” She had no panties on, but
did as requested.

John cleared his throat, as her nakedness
was revealed. He sat on a chair opposite; unbuttoned and unzipped
his shorts. He pulled himself out, now completely erect and
weeping.

Connie watched him fist his cock and smiled.
Wetness seeped between her thighs seeing that he’d been aroused by
her.

“Your shirt.” Hank pulled her attention back
to him.

Connie obeyed, standing there completely
naked, before both of these men. Men she didn’t know.

“Do you know why you are being punished?”
Hank asked.

“No,” Connie spoke shyly.

“For teasing us so blatantly. Now come
here!” Hank demanded.

Connie lowered herself between Hank’s legs;
which was new for her. He cinched her so she had no room to move
her legs. One of his hands grazed her breast; then the other. The
sensations sent her reeling. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch in quite
some time. His calloused hand scratched along her skin and all the
tiny hairs along her body flew to attention. He moved along the
contours of her curves. His other hand circled her bottom, each
cheek separately; barely touching her body. His right hand held her
lower back and his left lined up for a spank.

Connie watched, as John began to whack off,
his eyes glued to her. She panted in anticipation, clutching Hank’s
leg. And when his hand finally did smack against her skin, she let
out a soft cry.
Finally, a man that knows how to spank.

“I don’t hear you counting.”

Shit.
She swallowed the saliva that
pooled in her mouth. “One!”
Who is this man?
Tears of
pleasure rimmed her eyes. “Two…three,” he alternated between her
cheeks. The blows were forceful. “Four…five,” It had been far too
long. “Six!” she screamed.

“I think that’s enough.” He rubbed the
sensitive red stings that splotched across her flesh.

“Yes, sir. I mean, Hank.” She corrected
herself quickly. She’d role played with her ex, but had never been
a submissive.

He let out a long drawn-out laugh. “Go
finish John over there, while I grab a condom.” He helped her
stand.

John seemed lost in the moment, close to the
inevitable. “John,” Connie whispered. “Do you want to come on me?”
She knelt before him.

He groaned at the mere thought of it, and
bent his leg down to do just that.

“Come on her face, not her tits.” Hank’s
voice interrupted, announcing he was behind her. He moved the tiny
rectangular coffee table and helped to settle her on it.

John stood to do just that, however, Hanks
voice seemed to have prolonged his jerking.

Hank pressed inside Connie’s tight cunt from
behind.

“Oh-my-go—d!” Connie spluttered out from the
intrusion. Although she was ready for him, she was not ready for
his girth, his size.

His slow, long thrusts had her fingers
curled around the edge of the coffee table. Unaware of John’s
pending orgasm, her mouth was open, as she gasped and cried in
pleasure.

Hot shots of John’s come first landed on her
eyelid, next on her upper lip and as it dribbled inside, more of
the hot seed shot inside. She made sure to keep her mouth open
until his orgasm ceased. Her tongue rolled up to capture the salty
come from her upper lip, grinning with her eyes still closed as she
did it.

A warm wet cloth wiped her face, as Hank
continued to plow her from behind. Her eyes blinked open. “John,
rub my clit,” she pleaded, as she peered up at him.

He knelt down in front of her. His fingers
formed a V, slid down and pushed up on her pubic bone; heightening
her pleasure, as the very tip of his thumb ever-so-lightly grazed
her nub once in awhile. “Please, oh please,” she begged for
more.

Hank moaned and John pinched his two fingers
together lightly; rubbing on her clit.

“Oh…my…” She had no more words, as her
orgasm took over her body. She shook the table as the sensitivity
became too much.

John relented a little, but continued to
slowly pinch and release with his two fingers, prolonging her
climax. Connie reached over and grabbed his neck, wrapping her arms
around it, still unable to speak. Hank pulled back, away and out of
her. John stopped his ministrations and lifted her from the table.
He placed her quivering body on the sofa.

Hank cleaned himself off and John fixed his
shorts as well. Connie stared up at the two men, still panting; her
forearm across her damp forehead. A satisfied grin was plastered on
her face.

“Thanks for the lemonade.” Hank winked.
“We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“My pleasure gentleman.” She let out a soft
moan.

The two men began to make their way to the
door. Hank slapped John’s back.

“Next time, I’m fucking her,” John said,
giving Hank a soured look, jokingly.

“Hey, you live next door. You could’ve
fucked her anytime.” Hank laughed, as they walked.

“Yeah, maybe next time they will be no
you
.”

“Hey.” Hank jabbed him.

Connie relaxed into the sofa; the afternoon
sun had a warm glow that radiated over her naked figure.
I sure
hope next time there will be a Hank. That man can spank
. She
laughed at the rhyme she’d made in her head and let out a long
sigh.
John too. Who knew I had such a great orgasm inducing
neighbor.
She basked in the warmth and enjoyed the sweet
post-sex feelings of euphoria, as it lulled her into a nap.

Links to Suzy Ayers
books
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Cristal Blue – Sweet Valentine Treats #1

Smashwords

She’s a one night stand Mistress in the
comforts of her own bedroom, that’s when she’s not working in the
bar as Cristal Blue. On Valentine’s Day however she meets this
cowboy and somehow she finds herself not completely in control of
the sexual encounter.

See this short erotic story
highlighted on Nicole Ryan’s page, here’s the link to her
Saturday
Sexcerpt
of Cristal Blue. There is a sexy
little excerpt as the name implies.

Reviewed by Robert Zimmermann,
here’s the link to his 5/5 review on Cristal Blue. On his blog
A Life Among The Pages
.