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Horny Neighbor

by JHammock 12/30/07

I was out in my front yard watering my plants when I saw a red Toyota pull into my neighbor's driveway. A U-haul truck followed the car and parked along the curb. I stared, as a gorgeous young woman, long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, struggled out of the car. She was wearing really short shorts and my eyes wandered to her crotch and the fabric tightened against her pussy, revealing slim white thighs. She straightened and walked towards the truck, tugging on her denim shorts. I got a hard on just watching this scene unfold. She was wearing a sleeveless white tank top and my eyes zoomed in on her bouncing breasts. Her ass and breasts were a contrast to her slim body. As she neared the truck, a young man jumped out and gave her a tight hug and they turned around and stood gazing at the house for a long time.

It was obvious they were the new owners and very proud of their acquisition. I smiled at their youthful enthusiasm and watched briefly as they began to kiss, right there on the driveway. I didn't want to seem rude and so I reluctantly turned my attention to my watering chore. To his credit I must say that the guy looked hot too, quite tall and well built. Through the corner of my eye I saw them disappear into the house. It was around almost four o'clock on a hot Sunday afternoon and I knew they would spend the rest of the evening unloading their stuff.

As I was about to go back in I saw them come out and head towards the truck. I decided I had to be a good neighbor and welcome them.

I waved and smiled at them, "Hi, welcome to the neighborhood."

They turned around, saw me and waved back. While the guy was busy opening the truck's rear door and pulling out the ramp, the girl walked over to my yard. She extended her hand, "Hi, I am Amanda Cooper. And that's my husband Timothy."

I looked at my hand which was dirty, since I had been pulling weeds all afternoon, and hesitated.

She laughed and said, "It's alright. My hands are dirty too since I have been loading the truck all morning."

I laughed "I am John Miller. And I already like you, my lovely neighbor." She blushed at this sudden compliment and before she could drop her hand I grabbed it and squeezed it real hard. She seemed surprised but let me hold it a bit longer than was necessary.

"It's so hot. Can you tell me where the nearest gas station is? I'd like to buy some cold beer for Timmy. He's been sweating it out the past two days. And we are completely out."

"If you don't mind, why don't you help yourself from my fridge? I have some Coors Light, if that's okay with him."

She smiled, "That's his favorite too!"

I laughed, "I see Timmy and I have similar tastes! What about you?"

She hesitated, "I love white wine but I don't want to be a bother. I will grab a couple of cold beers for him and later go shopping to stock up our bar."

I pushed open my door and went inside. Amanda hesitated at the door and I said, "Come on in. See if you can find anything for you as well. I have some sodas. Maybe that'll help cool you off."

She walked in, her eyes taking in the furnishings. "You do have good taste, I see. Maybe I should let you pick stuff for us too." She laughed and continued, "Seriously, I am impressed with your interior decoration. Is your wife home?"

I hesitated, "I am single now. We went through a divorce almost a year ago."

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"It's okay. It was my fault anyway."

"I am sorry for bringing up sad memories."

"Actually, I am better off now. Although I felt guilty at first, as time passed I realized that I did myself a favor."

"Did you love her?"

"Yes we were very much in love. Very much like you and Timmy, from what I have seen of you both so far."

"Thank you, John. We simply adore each other. We cannot keep our hands off each other." She almost bit her tongue as she said this and her face turned crimson.

I laughed, "Yes, I noticed that too." And I let my eyes roam over her body as she blushed and turned to admire a painting on the wall.

"How long have you been married?" I asked.

"Almost three years now. I am twenty one and he's twenty four. He's got a nice job and now it's my turn to go to college. I am planning to do my Masters, since we can afford it now."

She switched the subject back to me, "Do you have kids?"

"No we were married for ten years and that was one of the problems."

"Was she infertile?" Amanda again apologized, "I am so sorry. I shouldn't have asked that!"

"I would have been happy if that were the case. She was not infertile, she was frigid."

"Oh. I am sorry," she said lamely.

"Yes, it was a constant issue between us, right from the get go."

"So you divorced her because she was frigid?' Her tone had turned slightly sarcastic.

"No, she divorced me because she caught me in bed with her sister Megan."

For some reason I didn't want my new neighbors to think of me as a playboy, cheating on his wife, so I continued, "My wife and I never had sex during our entire marriage. My wife has a job that requires her to travel a lot and so does mine. So it was not so difficult for me to hang in there. I never cheated on her even though I did have plenty of opportunities. But when Megan moved in with us temporarily, things changed. It was an affair waiting to happen. She knew her sister was frigid and broached the subject with me one day when my wife was away. Ten years is a long time and when Megan kissed me, I couldn't hold back any longer. Heck, I was a sexually starved man, nearing forty, and a girl in her twenties was throwing herself at me. How am I supposed to walk away from that? We were very careful and carried on an affair for a few months before we were busted."

"I am sorry. Are you dating anyone now? How about Megan, now that you're free?"

"I am a pilot and travel a lot. I don't want to get into a relationship where I cannot spend time with a girl. And my wife's only condition for a smooth divorce was that I should never see her sister again. Sibling rivalry, I suppose. I have kept up that promise."

"That's very nice of you but I do feel sorry for you."

"Thank you for listening. This is the first time I have talked about this and I didn't realize voicing your pain could actually give you so much relief."

"Well, Timmy must be wondering what's taking so long. Thank you for the beer and see you around soon."

As she walked out, my eyes followed the sway of her ass, my joystick pushing against my shorts. When she reached the door she turned, smiled, and said, "You are a very handsome man. I think you should go out there and make some women happy. Why deny yourself what you have wited ten years for?"

I smiled hand said, "You are very sweet and caring Amanda. I will certainly think about it."

She quickly stepped back into the hallway, gave me a hug, and whispered, "And I don't believe you're forty!"

With that she hurriedly swayed out of the room leaving me with dirty thoughts and a horny cock. I knew it was just an innocent remark, intended to make me feel better, but try as might, I could not shake of my longing to fuck that young girl. Deprived of sex for almost a year, it was difficult for me to accept the fact that Amanda was happily married to a stud any woman would drool over and that my chances with her were slim to none.

As darkness settled in, I decided I needed a drink, Scotch on the rocks. Not just one but several to help me come to grips with reality.

As I was sipping my fourth shot, I heard the front door bell ring. I was surprised when I saw Timmy at the door.

He stepped in and apologized, "Hi John, I am Timothy, your new neighbor. I am sorry for bothering you again. We were trying to take a large cabinet inside and it got stuck in the doorway. The only way I can get it past the doorway is by removing the door. I misplaced my entire tool set. I was hoping you'd be able to lend me yours for a few minutes."

"Of course, Timmy. Please feel free to take what you want."

Maybe it was the whisky and the thought of seeing that girl again that made me say, "If you need me to help you unload, I would be more than happy to help."

He was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Actually I could use some help. My wife is tired; she's been helping all day. But she insists that we unload the truck tonight itself so that she can start putting things is place tomorrow when I am at work."

I don't know why I got a hard on when Timmy said that. The fact that I was free the next two days and the thought that Amanda was going to be by herself tomorrow began to arouse me. I knew nothing was going to happen but there was a chance of seeing her when she was by herself and that made me feel horny.

"Would you like a drink, Timmy?"

"What are you drinking?"

"Scotch."

"Sure, God knows I need it. And thanks for the beer." I poured him a generous shot and handed the glass to him. He gulped it down fast and said, "Thanks, let's go."

I went to my garage, picked up my tool kit and after locking my door, headed over to their house.

As soon as I entered their house, Amanda came up to me with a genuine smile and gave me hug. If she kept doing this, I might offer to unload the damn truck all by myself. She had changed into her pajamas - pink bottoms with a matching silk top. Her nipples were pushing against her top and it was obvious that she was not wearing anything underneath. The v-neck simply added to the excitement.

As soon as I saw the cabinet I knew that they had pushed it in wrong. Together, Timmy and I pulled it pulled it out and then maneuvered it at an angle that made it easy to slip past the doorway.

"Wow. Timmy and I have been trying to get in for almost an hour now."

"Well, in my younger days I used to deliver washer dryers and refrigerators to homes. Those skills come in handy at times like this."

After that Timmy and I worked steadily for an hour before the truck was completely unloaded. I insisted on carrying some of the stuff that had to go upstairs so that the first floor had some room to move around. They were both gushing with gratitude.

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