The Hot Neighbour

“Big Dave,” as the neighbors popularly called him, was new to my small suburban bungalow neighborhood. Like a dream, he was tall and muscular, with beautiful hair, and could even pass for Jason Mamoa at a second glance. He was the kind of man one would see walking down the street and casually pretend to drop and pick something so you could notice his sculpted features closely. Big Dave had gorgeous eyes and a deep, sexy voice that sent shivers up anyone’s spine.

At first, I was unsure what his deal was because he only seemed to talk to me after I finally found the courage to say “hello” to him one evening when I bumped into him while getting the mail. Yet funny enough, he seemed to engage in easy conversations with everyone in the neighborhood’s cul de sac based on my observation. 

Over time we became much more cordial, and he had even come over to help me install my mini swimming pool. Soon conversations about my pool became texting him about everything and nothing, and I even trusted him enough to give him a key to my fenced backyard. We threaded the fine line between platonic and flirty, but I refused to overthink it. 

Due to my busy schedule, I usually came home late when he was asleep, so we only briefly talked face-to-face. However, plans changed, and I was required to go into the office twice a week, and those flirty texts became much more.

I noticed that Big Dave only went out in the evenings because he worked from home during the day. He liked grocery shopping on Friday mornings and came home late those nights because, as he would always say, "he was living his best single life." He would often give me the sweetest compliments on almost nothing, and he hardly shut his bedroom window blinds ─ which I never minded. 

He may have been oblivious to what he was doing, but over time, it became more evident that he was roguish. I had caught him a few times staring at me through his bedroom window, or so I thought. It was quick, unexpected, and often nothing but a flicker. I frequently averted my eyes or closed my blinds but weirdly felt a pang of hurt when he would close his; This carried on for a while, but I certainly was not going to ask him if he meant anything by it. 

Then a few weeks passed, and he stopped closing them all together. It all began with him changing and slowly giving me a supposed striptease where I could follow the outline of his broad and muscular chest or where he came out of his bathroom clad in nothing but a towel at the waist and dripping water. Of course, I never let him see me looking and kept my blinds respectable. The one time I assumed he had caught me, he had grinned and winked, and I avoided him for weeks! He was so skillful that he never let me see anything that he did not want me to see, and hell, was I intrigued. 

Soon admiration evolved into something more, and Big Dave became the object of my wildest fantasies. I assumed it was relatively harmless, fantasizing over how he would look fully naked and wondering how ample his girth would be as he stroked me. Yet even as I touched myself daily, my fingers could no longer do justice. I ordered a dildo and ensured it would resemble what I assumed was his size. It had been a few months of whatever he was unknowingly doing to me, and slowly but surely, he was bringing me to my knees. 

When I was tired of my torture, I decided to see where his head was at. I tried to spice up our conversations with what I considered outright flirting, yet I was always met with replies that could have meant anything. Sadly, I decided it best that the only way to get over Big Dave was to plan a spicy evening with another guy who had shown interest in me. I had even told Big Dave to get a reaction from him, yet his replies remained ambiguous. 

The new guy wasn't necessarily bad, and I had even managed to arrange a home-cooked dinner date one fateful evening in hopes that it would end with something mouthwatering. Alas, he cancelled, and the lingerie I bought would go to waste. Paying no particular attention, I opened up all the blinds on the windows in my house to let out the aroma of the food I had made and the scented candles I had burned. Coincidentally, four of those windows directly faced those of Big Dave's home as our houses mirrored each other.

I still felt cute in the red lingerie I wore underneath my dress and changed the latter to a loose, deep-v shirt and shorts. Much later, I heard Big Dave's car pull up in the driveway. It was a Friday evening, and I knew he had returned from drinks with his friends. I knew he would be tipsy and go to the kitchen first. Out of habit, I decided to peep into his kitchen window. I was so intrigued at how the muscles of his arms rippled through his shirt and how focused he was on his phone that I forgot my blinds were open, and my outfit was quite revealing. 

He ever so casually placed his to-go bags on the counter next to the sink, and as I had predicted and eagerly waited, he looked up at his window, directly into my space. I watched his mouth slightly fall ajar, and his eyes soften. He greeted me with his usual inviting and warm smile when his eyes lowered. He trailed my body and lingered lovingly on my bra, and warmth filled my cheek. He was trying so hard to figure out what lay behind them. He also looked slightly confused but made no effort to walk away. Realization began to dawn on me, and I quickly made my way to the blinds to close them. Unfortunately or not, that gave him a better view.

Finally, our eyes met, and that was when I knew all innocence between us was utterly lost. Big Dave liked me just as much as I did him. His eyes darkened as all my past lovers had, and I knew he had known all along I had a thing for him. In that instant, it became apparent that all those times he had not shut his blinds, he only gave me a foretaste of what he could offer. 

I smiled shyly and watched as his mouth twisted into a sly smirk. I was not as seasoned as I used to be, but hell would topple over if I did not capitalize on what had just occurred between us.

I swallowed as his gaze made my brain scramble, panicking at what to do. I had to do something. 

I gave him a sultry smile, cooling my head and closing the blinds when a text from my phone came through from the living room. I raced there. 

"You look stunning tonight, M." Big Dave had texted.

"Really? You do not think it's a bit too much?" I replied. 

"No! No man hates red. I like it because it's on you,"he replied. 

"You're only saying that to be nice," I texted, to which he did not respond till after ten minutes, causing my heart to race.

"No, I'm not. If you didn't have plans tonight, I'd have helped take it off," He finally replied.

"New guy did not show, ergo plans were cancelled. He didn't want me." 

"His loss M." He replied. 

I did not know what to text him, so I let the phone rest.

"I want you," He finally replied.

I swallowed. He wanted me. 

“Follow our windows. First up, the kitchen.” I texted him shakily but tried to calm myself. I had no idea why I told him to go there, but it seemed fitting. 

He immediately responded with a devil emoji. 

I still wasn't sure what he wanted, so I made my way and stood in front of the closed kitchen blinds. I swallowed and took off my blouse. If he wanted something more with me, he would do something to make me comfortable.

I sighed as I slowly pushed open the blinds and saw Big Dave leaning on his counter with a smile. I stepped back, letting him know what I had in store, causing him to run a hand through his head. He chuckled, and in a few seconds, he removed his shirt in response.

He was game. 

Using our windows, we participated in a hilarious game of striptease, texting each other what we liked about each other's bodies. That fine line was no longer there, and we were in dangerous territories. Finally, I went to the bedroom, where my bra and panties came off. He was now in his underwear, and I was fully nude but surprisingly not shy.

"You're so beautiful, M." He texted.

To which I gave him a smile and courtesy, causing him to throw his head back and laugh. 

"Your place or mine?" He texted again. 

"Neither," I replied.  “Poolside. Wear those grey sweatpants. Ditch the shirt. You have the keys.”  

“See you in 3 secs,”  he replied, walking towards the window and closing his blinds. 

I decided to stall a bit, wondering and fawning over my next move, when my dildo, which gracefully layed on my nightstand, called me. I had no idea how to talk to him after what had just transpired, so I grabbed it and my lube swiftly. I would have to wing it. I grabbed my night robe and headed to the pool. 

He was already standing at the opposite end of the back patio when I got there, in what I had told him to wear. I looked at him and smiled. It was apparent that, at my word, he'd come over to where I was and drown me in kisses. Yet something in me wanted to take things slowly.

“Grab a desk chair, Big Dave. I have something for you. Try not to touch anything 😉” I quickly texted him, still not having the words to talk to him.

“Your wish is my command, and thank you,”  he responded. 

I reached for a free chair, turned it, and faced him. He responded by eagerly dragging his chair closer to me to get a better view. We still had not said anything to each other, yet we completely understood what was happening. 

I was going to fuck myself, and he would enjoy the view. 

Sitting ever so gracefully on the chair, I placed one foot over the other and leaned in to fully relax and calm my nerves. I watched him lean back into his chair, and my eye caught the bottle of beer he had next to him. 

He was ready for this show, but I could tell he was slightly nervous too. 

My hands trailed up to my robe, and in one quick motion, I removed it and slid it off my shoulder. I watched Big Dave sit up almost instantly and caught the veins in his hand pop as he held the neck of his bottle a bit tighter. His eyes had found their way to my nipples, and the night’s cool breeze had caused me to stand a bit at attention, wanting and waiting for some form of devotion. 

I bent my head to the side, causing him to meet my gaze, and soon a knowing smile crept up my lips. Grabbing the lube and placing the dildo on my lap, I expelled a sizable portion and began to trail them over my nipples gently. I began to rub and make circular rhythms around them. With no break in our interaction, I watched him look down at my swollen nubs, and his eyes were fiery with pleasure. He had not even taken a drink since I started, and soon I replaced rubs with squeezes. 

Big Dave was undoubtedly quite an easy man because I could tell he wanted more as his hands pressed his bottle in soft but delicate pushes, an almost replica of what I was doing. 

A slight moan escaped my lips as my hands found their way to my legs, and in no fewer than a few seconds, I opened them wide for him to see my nub, and I was sure it was swollen because I could feel myself drip. 

I watched as he leaned forward into his chair and placed his hand on his thighs, taking in the last gulp of his beer. It was like he was peering into my soul and admiring every curve on my clit. I traced my hand along the inner portion of my thigh and heard him suck in a breath. He liked what he saw and wanted what he saw. 

Dipping two fingers into my mouth and coating them with saliva, I found my way to my hole and pushed them into me, causing me to spring from pleasure. I had never done anything like this, and the act of being watched by another person was not something I would have imagined would turn me on. The more I plunged and fucked myself, the more I noticed he kept looking at me. He had pushed the bottle to the side, giving me his uttermost and undivided attention. The glow of the evening nights against the pool reflected on our skin, and I felt like I was in control of our dynamic now. 

He looked at me and back at my clit, and then I saw his eyes fall to the dildo I had now casually placed to the side. He wanted me to fuck myself with it, and if I did not know any better, he wanted to see me achieve orgasm with it. I moaned as I released my fingers from my hole. Whatever he wanted, he would get. 

I grabbed the dildo and quickly lubed it up, making sure his eyes stayed on me, and plunged it into me in one deliberately slow motion. I promptly set it to the mode where it could automatically pump in and out of me, and at the same time, I began to plunge it in and out of me. It started slowly with a mild setting, but his gaze nudging me on soon caused me to increase the sets. 

Bucking my hips forward to give him a better view, I felt the machine hit me in places I only ever felt once in a while. The feeling slowly began to build, and it became intense. I watched a bead of sweat roll down his face as he swallowed. It was as though he was prodding me on and restraining himself. With little thought given, my free fingers found their way to my breast, and I squeezed while concomitantly hitting my sweet spot with the dildo. 

I closed my eyes as sweat rolled down my temples. My brain instantly exploded into a million fireworks and flowers, and I could no longer breathe. “Fuck!!” I shuddered. 

My orgasm was the strongest I had in a while, rippling through me and even causing a tear to fall. I instantly felt my hands become markedly wet as my juices coated them through and through. I kept trying to hold it in, but my pelvic muscles clenched tightly as what I believed was a flood of ecstasy-filled goodness soaked my chair and made ripple projectile shoots. Squirts were only something I thought occurred in porn, but here was Big Dave, doing wonders without even touching me. 

I instantly became dizzy and could feel the cool breeze better than before, and I was sure the neighborhood had heard my moans. Slowly I came down from my high as more fluid still seeped out of me.

After a few minutes of regaining myself, I finally looked up at Big Dave, who was now fully sweating. He was undoubtedly erect with jagged breathing, but that was not my business today. I simply got up, put on my robe, grabbed my toys, and returned to my house, leaving him perplexed. 

“Until next time😏?" I texted him. 

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