Short Story ... Courteous Neighbor

Courteous Neighbor

Part Two.

Is she fucking serious? She’s flirting with danger. If she initiates anything that even begins to pry that lid open, she may regret being so recklessly impulsive. But damn, she’s cute---especially when her head tilted alluringly when she laid down that tempting challenge---her suggestive invitation was like waving a red flag at a bull. She was pretty as a picture. Sexy as fuck in that damned bra and matching thong with her long auburn hair a wet mess hanging down her arm. And those fucking stockings were my weakness. I wanted to reach my hand out and run my palm slowly up her calves and up between her heavenly inner thighs and rip the fucking things off her enticing flesh. They’ll make excellent substitute bindings.

“Do you often proposition men you hardly know?”

With a subtle smile at Mason, I shifted off my knees and brought my legs up, balancing on my heels to warm the bottom of my feet off the flames leaping in the fire while I leaned back on my hands. I didn’t miss the way he raked his eyes down over the curve of my lace covered breasts. My nipples were already hard little nubs pushing straight out against the lace of my bra because I was cold and wet, but the heat of his gaze had them forming stiffened, erect points that throbbed with the promise of what his gaze meant. I shrugged my shoulders up nonchalantly.

“No.” I watched his eyes continue with their lazy assessment. When they focused down between my thighs, excitement feathered down my spine. “I was about to go in the spa when you turned up dripping wet on my doorstep---do you want to join me?”

My brows rose. I didn’t have to imagine what those scraps of lace covered. The spa sunken in her deck was in full view of my kitchen window. And she made nightly trips out, regular as clockwork. On my first night in my new house her curvaceous body had attracted my attention while I was getting something to eat. Does she realize I have an uninterrupted view of her when she steps down into it completely naked? My cock twitched. My hand wanted to gravitate down to my thickening shaft, just like it had that first night while I was standing at my sink. My hands had been itching to grab hold of those luscious curves of hers from day one. I knew I should decline her invitation. Temptation was a dangerous thing.

“Is that wise?” I asked carefully. She shrugged her shoulders again.

“Suit yourself---the offer’s there if you want to join me, but I’m freezing, so I’m going in.” Mason watched me intently while I began rolling one thigh high down my leg. I wasn’t ashamed of my body---I was comfortable in my own skin. Did I have curves? Of course I did. All the more available for someone to grip. I was in a healthy weight range for my height. I wasn’t overly curvy, but I wasn’t a stick either. When I peeled the first stocking off, I dropped it away from the fire and started on the other. Mason’s eyes darkened when I stood up and folded my arms behind my back to release the clasp on my bra.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I warned quietly. She’s playing with fucking fire. Her perky breasts would fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. When she casually tossed her bra aside, I clenched my teeth. The rosy tips of her hardened nipples beckoned to be tugged on and I curled my itching fingers into tight fists while my cock pulsed. With a cheekily raised brow, she slipped the fingers of both hands beneath the side strings of her thong and slid them tantalizingly down her thighs, revealing her delightfully smooth pussy. She’s about to find out just how dangerous. “You know what---I might take you up on that offer.”

“One rule,” she stated firmly with a cocked brow.

“What’s the rule?” I asked, my eyes traveling down her gloriously naked length.

“No clothes permitted in the spa.”

“Darlin’, I had no intention of wearing any,” I answered with a wolfish grin, returning my gaze up to capture her smoldering green eyes. She’s about to learn a valuable lesson---she shouldn’t tempt the devil.