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  Being Neighborly

  An erotic short story

  Suzy Ayers

  Copyright 2013 Suzy Ayers

  Smashwords Edition

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  The following is a work of fiction, a product of the author’s imagination. Any semblance to actual person’s or events is purely coincidental. This work contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright laws. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited.

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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:

  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.

  Sweet Treats – Sweet Valentine Treats #2

  Smashwords

  Sweet Treats includes four erotic, separate yet intertwining tales. There are F/F, F/M/F, F/M/F/M scenes and many variations in between. Also first time anal sex, and an introduction of Peach. She is a bisexual who ends up with her own story (Peach’s Diary)

  The final also has a follow up of Cristal Blue told from the sexy cowboy’s point of view. Why couldn’t he stay away? And what will Cristal, our one night stand kind of girl, do? Who take’s control this time?

  If you think erotica should have a happily every after or a happily for now, romp through these stories and enjoy the sexy sweetness with them.

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

  Peach’s Diary – Sweet Valentine Treats #3

  Smashwords

  Peach has been in many of the Sweet Valentine’s Treat scenes. She’s fun, playful and someone everyone wants to be around. However, now she has learned her role at the bar will be changing from being just the schoolgirl. Can she live up to the challenge? How will her future female employees fair on their interviews, compared to how she ‘applied’ for her job. This is juicy story filled with erotic fun including a ménage encounter. See what titillating entries Peach has written down for you.

  There is an excerpt for Peach’s Diary on my blog: click here!

  Taken by a Truck Driver

  Smashwords

  Excerpt:

  “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck.” He beat on the steering wheel; it made his hand sting in pain. I’m going to be fired for sure.

  The truck slowed to a stop on the shoulder of the Massachusetts interstate. The shipment had to be in Hartford, CT by tomorrow. His boss was a tyrant and never maintained his trucks. Sometimes he missed his old job as a bouncer, sure he’d get beat up sometimes. But he got to see Jessie let loose and that was worth it. Her long, lean body gyrated to old rock and roll music, she intoxicated him. A girl who drank beer and ate burgers; she never counted calories, and just enjoyed life.

  She probably had someone in her life by now. I don’t care. If I saw her again I’d show her what she was missing. He missed her so much; there was never a woman he connected with more than her. He submitted to her desires. He remembered the first time she spoke of her fantasy, to be taken. Initially, he thought it odd, almost freakish. But then he tried it. His groin swelled at just the thought of it. He rubbed his confined dick inside his jeans and shifted in his seat. Damn Jessie. How do you do that after all this time?

  Turbulent Heart

  Smashwords

  Tami’s heart is more than broken in this romance book, it’s shattered. On her way back to her hometown she meets a very familiar man. The chemistry between them is searing and they both become members of the Mile High Club. She brushes him off, realizing she has blown her chances with this gorgeous man. Or has she? He shows up and starts sending her flowers. Afraid of her own emotions she pushes him away, despite phenomenal sex and his persistence. She’s holding her secret close, tucked far away in her mind and she runs to the only safe place she can remember. Will she learn a new safe place?

  EXCERPT~ “Tami, I’m sorry.” He followed her, yep right to the bathroom. He wouldn’t let the door close. “Please I’m-”

  He didn’t get to finish before she pulled him into the bathroom with her. There was silence for a moment after the door closed and she heard the latch indicating the occupied flag was up. The vent was blowing freezing cold air, which caused her already swollen breasts to form harden taut nipples atop them. They were squished together and she could feel his hardened cock pressed against her body, which made her yearn for release. She nuzzled his nose with hers a second before a full speed burst from her, as she forced her lips on his. He resisted a bit; held her gently just out of reach. She could see worry warred in his eyes.

  “Please just kiss me.” She pleaded. She felt that he surely wanted so much more then that, his crotch told her so. She pulled back, “Wait you aren’t with anyone are you?” she stared at him with a tight lip and narrowed eyes. That’s all I need a cheater to add to my repertoire.

  “Nope.” He gave her a lopsided grin. He put his forearm behind her neck and brought her closer. His other hand cupped her ass and brought her leg up around him. She ground herself against his hardness.

  Her hands began to unbutton his collared powder blue shirt, as his kisses trickled down her neck and shoulder. Her tank top didn’t leave much to be revealed. Her nipples were firm; strained inside her shirt and his lips made their way to them as he bent her back, supporting her. Her tight blond curls were pressed against the tiny mirror and she looked at his exposed chest. She slipped her fingers inside his shirt at his muscular shoulders and pressed his shirt off, which revealed more tattoos. Damn. He has the body of a god.

  There was no room in this tiny bathroom and he wouldn’t allow her to reach him with his firm hold on her. His other han
d rubbed her jeans between her thighs, he massaged her clit. She unbuttoned her jeans, she didn’t want that scratchy fabric, she wanted his hand. She wanted him.

  He looked at her, unsure but she took his hand and pushed it down there. She was steaming up but he kept her underwear between her body and his hand. It hindered the feeling she wanted, the closeness she craved. Still she rubbed against his hand; pressed her body close to his so she could reach up and lick his erect nipples. His hand grabbed her hair and jarred her, stopped her.

  “Tami, you sure you want to do this?” He whispered.

  She looked at him with such longing, nodded. She needed this, something to say yes you are still hot, desirable. He pulled her back and shimmied her pants down more. As his hand moved beneath those flirty panties he pushed two fingers inside her pussy, making her head dip back and moan as he began to throb in and out of her in short quick movements. His thumb was circling around on her clit, never leaving that spot. A rush of warmth ran from her crotch straight up to her face. She grabbed his face pulled his mouth to her igniting that electricity she felt from just his touch earlier.

  “Please tell me you have a condom.” Her breathless words escaped between their mouths.

  He sucked her juices from his finger; his eyes locked on her and grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. He dropped his pants and she could see the wet spot that had formed in his white boxer briefs.