Short Story ... Courteous Neighbor

Courteous Neighbor

Part Three.

I stood up when Skyler disappeared to get me a towel and struggled to remove my soaking jumper and shirt. Fucking things were stuck to me and I heard her giggling at my twisted antics when she returned. With a scowl, I managed to free myself from the tangled mess and threw the damn things on the floor.

“Here you go,” Skyler announced holding out a fluffy green towel which I took, hanging it around my neck. She already had hers wrapped around her with the corner tucked loosely in over her chest. Rain started to pelt down even harder on the roof and she turned her eyes up the ceiling with a grimace. “Shit, it’s really coming down.” Thank God her deck’s covered or I wouldn’t even contemplate going outside. The wind chill factor is sure to play a part, but at least the sluicing rain wouldn’t be bombarding our heads.

When I unbuckled my belt, her sultry eyes dropped with interested focus down to my groin. Peeling my drenched jeans and tight fit boxers off my hips, I caught the satisfied tilt of one of her perfectly shaped brows out of the corner of my eye and I grinned while I fought with the wet denim’s grip on my thighs. Guess she liked what she saw. “Enjoying the show?” I asked casually, frowning when I almost lost my balance as I tried to remove my legs from the suction of the soggy material.

“Quite a tantalizing sight,” she commented idly. I’ll give her fucking tantalizing, I scoffed. “I like to have a drink and a smoke when I’m in the spa---you want one?” I screwed my nose up with distaste. “What? Don’t you drink?”

“Yes, I drink---I don’t however, smoke,” I replied with repulsion.

“I’ve got beer or bourbon---name your poison,” she stated and walked into her kitchen.

“Beer,” I answered decisively. I wrapped the towel around my hips while I followed her into the kitchen. She put ice in a glass she got out of the cupboard, and I raised my brow at the healthy amount of bourbon she poured in it. She got a beer out of the fridge and retrieved a stubbie holder from another cupboard before she twisted the top off and placed the bottle in the cooler and handed it to me. Then she added a dash of coke to her bourbon. The girl likes strong liquor by the look of it. She saw my scowl of disapproval when she picked up her pack of cigarettes.

“Okay,” Completely ignoring Mason’s scowl, I picked up the lighter to go with my packet. “I know you don’t smoke, but I do---and I enjoy it.” I rolled my eyes impatiently. “Yes, it’s a bad habit---who cares---you gotta die of something, right?”

“It makes women taste disgusting,” I growled back at her. Her brows rose and she clutched at the front of the towel that had finally lost its grip and was falling off her, revealing the creaminess of her plump breasts and the tempting dusty peaks of her bared tips. My fingers were itching to pinch those hard little nubs.

“Hmmm,” I teased Mason lewdly and gave up on trying to keep my towel in place, letting it fall away, “not the first place I’d choose for you to taste,” I added salaciously, slinging my towel up over one shoulder.

My hand gripped around the cooler that contained my beer to stop me from grabbing her. Not the first place? She’s damned lucky if I don’t throw her on top of the bench, spread her legs and bury my face between her thighs.

“Follow me,” she grinned wickedly and squeezed between me and the wall. Damned if I didn’t want to throw her up against it. I fell in step behind her, fully exploiting the opportunity I had of examining her desirable little ass while she sashayed in front of me.

I could feel Mason’s eyes on my ass. I’d always considered my butt to be one of my best features and I deliberately enhanced the sway of my hips on my way to the back door.

“You know what happens when you play with fire, don’t you, Skyler?” The lustful growl of Mason’s voice behind me lit an exciting fire in my loins as I reached out for the door handle and pulled it open. The icy wind hit me like a slap in the face and goosebumps instantly rose across my skin.

“Don’t worry, Mason,” I quipped hurriedly over my shoulder, “any fire is about to doused and become a harmless, smoldering mess---It’s fucking cold out here.”

“Fuck,” Skyler giggled at my exclamation when an icy gust blew over me on the way through the door. Jesus, she’s not fucking wrong. She dropped her pack of cigarettes on the ground when she leaned down to place her glass down on the deck and the lighter fell off to one side. The pendulum action of her swinging breasts captured my attention and my cock pulsed to life, despite the bite in the wind. With practiced ease, she flipped the lid of the spa over, folding it over on top of itself.

“Jump in.” My eyes dropped down to Mason’s thickening shaft when he hurriedly lowered himself down in the water and my tongue darted out to lick across my lips while I joined him, sinking down in the heavenly heat of the water with a moan of pleasure. “Help me push the cover off.” Mason placed his beer down on the decking and pushed one side while I pushed the other until it slid completely off the spa.

Skyler and I both settled down in the water. From watching her out of my kitchen window, I knew damned well she didn’t normally sit in the seat she’d chosen opposite me. Every night since I’d moved in, I’d watched her casually position herself a certain way. From the play of rapture on her face it was obvious there was a well-placed jet in the seat she always chose. Some nights, her face twisted in ecstasy within minutes. But on others, she would prolong it, teasing herself mercilessly with her head laying back and plucking at those hardened peaks while her back arched, delaying her gratification. I enjoyed watching those nights far more. With a grin, I twisted around and picked up my beer, bringing it up to take a swig. “Do you normally choose to sit there?” I asked nonchalantly with a raised brow.

Reaching for my bourbon, I responded to Mason’s casual question, intentionally husking my voice. “Hmmm---you know that I don’t, Mason.” Does he seriously think I haven’t noticed him standing at his kitchen sink every night? The location of my spa was close enough that I’d been able to watch the tightening of his shoulder and the jumping movement of his biceps while he stroked his cock. That sight, in combination with the jet of water positioned to tease over my clit, had often helped me reach the heights of orgasm within minutes.

“You know,” I drawled idly, lifting my beer back up to my lips. “I can see you plain as day when I’m in my kitchen.” I held her gaze while I tipped the bottle up and savored the sharp taste of it on my tongue.

“Yes, Mason, I do.” Mason’s lips turned up in a slow grin at my confirmation.

“So, have you been putting on a show for me every night?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “What I do in my backyard is my business. If any, neighbors,” I emphasized suggestively, “decide to get a shock by peering into my backyard, that’s their problem.” I reached out and grabbed my packet, flipped the lid open and pulled out a cigarette with my teeth. I rolled my eyes again at the look of disgust in Mason’s eyes. With determination, I picked up my lighter, flicking the lint to ignite the flame before I held it up to the end and inhaled, lighting my cigarette.

If she wants something in her mouth, I can give her a better fucking alternative. Dipping my arm down in the water, my hand sought out the hardening length of my cock. With a firm grip, I began to move my hand up and down my shaft using slow, determined strokes while I watched every movement of her lips, imagining the strain of them stretched around my girth while she swallowed my length down her throat.

Does he think I don’t know what he’s doing? My lips turned up in a gentle smirk. The gradual flexing of his biceps gave it away and I clenched my thighs together when a rush of arousal heated through my pussy. Watching a man stroking himself until he got so hard the head of his cock was bulbous and purple, is such a fucking turn on. I dropped my gaze down. The water was so clear, I was mesmerized with watching his hand move up and down. When I flicked my eyes back up to his, he cocked one brow suggestively. Taking another drag on my cigarette, I slid down in my seat, stretching my legs out until the tips of my toes touched in a teasing manner just below his balls.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Skyler,” I growled softly, giving her one last opportunity to put a halt to anything before it started. She lifted her foot and slowly slid her toes up along the underside of my hardened cock and I removed my hand. “Ditch that cancer stick.” I ordered firmly and stood up. “You want something in your mouth, I’m going to give you something that’s much better for you.”