Sex with a Neighbor Erotic Stories from the phone sex vault: Flash Fiction
We are all nosy. My Mom said so. The most compelling subject matter is the neighbor. My next door neighbor, R, has been doing quite a bit of online shopping lately. R’s ex-wife, a nurse at the local ER, moved out years ago. Her shit is still cluttering the house though. I have a birds’ eye view.
We are all impulsive as well. Prone to flights of fancy our noses drawn in this direction as if scenting for a corpse among rubble. We’re always moving. Changing directions. When this COVID-19 shit started, nothing much changed for me. I remained in my home. Working the phone. Knowing that there were probably more than a few men out the who needed me, but had no privacy to indulge that lust.
Don’t get me wrong. Some of them still did. Mostly from their bathrooms all pressed up against the tile trying to stuff their own mouths with a cock their wives don’t suck anymore. Funny.
Then there are the single-dorks who’ve had sex maybe exactly twice in their entire lives. Their third decade spent wishing the porn clips they watch had it right. Disappointed when they find out that we’re all just the same. Even the porn stars are just a bunch of people. No one can keep up appearances for long.
I started watching R in the third week of work-from- home order. I noticed packages from Amazon arriving daily. He’d come to the door like a kid at Christmas and disappear into the expanse of his already-cluttered house. I could see straight through to his bedroom. I knew R was buying panties and dildos.
Surprised me a bit because R had a fit body. Nicely toned and manly arms meant for squeezing my ass. Holding my hand. Fingering me with fervor after watching horror movies all night.
But when I saw him frotting the flesh-colored dildo in his kitchen I became glued to my bay window. The best show on earth. He’d stroke it. A stream of inaudible utterance pouring from his lips. Rubbing. Grinding. Shining pulsating cock head exuding long lines of opaque white goodness.
I’d masturbate later after watching the show and blush. I wanted to fuck R even more, but this COVID-19 shit prevented me from making the bee line across my lawn to his front door step.
Then my impulsiveness got in the way. One horny afternoon as I plunged my favorite toy in and out of my wet snatch, I picked up my cell phone and started sending texts to R. Photos really. Of him. Frotting the dildo.
when he didn’t reply I sent him a few of me. Wet, navy blue panties dark in the crotch with luscious pussy juice. Wanna lick?
Of course this lead to a full hour of sexting and then a knock on the door.
In heels and lace crotch-less attire, tucked with his dildo ready to go. I took it from him and said we’d need to make it quick. Fran, the neighbor across the street named herself the neighborhood quarantine police.
Funny, that tight rectal pussy gave little resistance to my persistent pounding. Of course, I am sure behind closed doors someone out there is taking a peg from their horny phone sex neighbor and loving every single millimeter of it.
Yeah, we all have a scenario about a neighbor, don’t we? Share yours in the comments. Sex with a neighbor is the topic tonight. How we do it is completely open for discussion.