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Good Neighbours

Neighbours help each other when they can.

This morning, I'll be presenting a huge project proposal to the Board. Unfortunately, the water pipe to my house just broke. It won't be fixed until later. My neighbour offered to extend his garden hose to my house so I could have water, but it was illegal. I wouldn't want him to get in trouble, yet I took his offer to use his shower. I knew he had been throwing sneaky glances at me when I'm around. So, to thank him for h...

Smoker's Paradise

Encountering a naughty neighbour in the smoking area

It's a filthy habit. I knew I should quit. I'll stop tomorrow, I kept telling myself, once more contaminating my once fortress of a body, the long draw of nicotine too alluring to resist. I wasn't a heavy smoker, but I had my routine. At night-time, 11:30 p.m., like clockwork, I'd quietly close my apartment door, descend the long flight of stairs, and step out into the night air. The neighbourhood was quiet, the flats occ...

Halloween Body Art

The Halloween costume needs some work

"Can you help me with my Halloween costume?" she pleaded. My sexy Spanish neighbour needed help. She was lying on my sofa in just a lacy bra and knickers. I had pumpkin based Halloween henna tattoos. I started on her back, arms, and legs. Then breasts. The process was fiddly, and I couldn't help some 'less than appropriate' touches. After about an hour, I counted some thirty-eight tattoos on her body. But I could add no m...

Perhaps Halloween Isn't So Bad

Halloween provided unexpected fun

Halloween was not my favourite day of the year. The creeping Americanisation of life in England was something I felt should be resisted at all costs. To that end, I had no decorations, and no house lights, making my house as unwelcoming as possible. I'd eaten a decent beef casserole earlier, washed down with a couple of glasses of red wine, and was settling down to some baroque music and a good book. I hadn't sat down for...

Not So Sweet Old Phil

Carole's elderly neighbour seduces her, in her own kitchen.

Carole managed to avoid her next-door neighbour for the next few days. She kept an eye out for him and only went outside when he wasn't around. She wasn't working today and was home alone. The heatwave was mostly over, and though it was still warm, it wasn't uncomfortable like it had been. Fresh from the shower Carole stood in her bedroom wearing just a pair of light gray sweatpants. She bent over, throwing her dark red w...

The Show Must Go On

From the past, we were each other's distant eye candy.

Smooth jazz filled my minimalist apartment as I removed my teal blazer and kicked off my red stilettos. Left with a formfitting white corporate dress and black nylons, I slid open my glass door to the balcony, oddly letting the wintry air in before turning back to relax on my crimson massage chair. Mr. Latsis was inside his penthouse across the street, oblivious to my awareness that he had been watching my boring life in...

From Neighbors To Bedmates

Lucky to find someone who loves me so much

My name is Anamika and this is my story with my next-door neighbour, Akshad. We share the same age and have known each other since we were young. Sometimes his sister, Jiya, and he would come to my home to play, while sometimes my sister Neha and I would go to his home to play. Our homes are adjacent to each other, so we can easily access each other's homes by jumping from the terrace through our first floor without ringi...

Meeting A Neighbor In Unexpected Ways - Part X

Jen Returns And Has To Face The Consequences Of Her Choices

Becky and I had had a wonderful thirty-six hours together, learning more about each other as individuals and lovers. We'd enjoyed exploring each other, and just before Jen had returned from visiting with her dad, I had shaved Becky bald and we'd had mutually huge orgasms. As Jen returned, Becky had shown her newly shaven pussy. Dropping to her knees for a closer look, I think it had taken all Jen's self will to not lean f...

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Scrambled Saturday

Good neighbours become good friends, with benefits.

If Saturday mornings are meant for one thing, then that thing is having a long, overdue lie in. If it's meant for two things, that might include playing with the morning wood. Mine had pitched a tent in my bed sheet, firm as ever and solid enough to push through the tightest barrier. Then I heard the sound of music playing faintly and wondered where it was coming from. It only took a couple of seconds in my still sleepy h...

Holly And Jess Tease Both Boys Before Watching Them With The Neighbour

This is part two, Mitch has brought his friend Billy to watch the girls, but unexpectedly gets much more fun with the neighbour

The next hour passed without event. Mitch had gone to get Billy and the girls were unaware of the tales that he was telling. The two girls were sitting up chatting and Holly had re-fixed her bikini to be careful, when… "Do you want another drink?" They heard Mitch as he called out from near the house. Jess looked at Holly and shook her head. "Yes, please," Holly shouted back grinning at Jess. A minute later, Mitch and Bil...

MILF In My Bathroom

Sarah locks herself out, but the neighbour takes care of her.

Zak shuffled somewhat aimlessly along the street on his way home. As he approached the house he looked up and his heart began racing. He could already feel his face getting warmer as blood rushed to his cheeks and he started to blush. Sat on the little step outside her front door, and casually pushing and pulling her pram back and forth, was Sarah the next-door neighbour. He saw her for the first time just over a year ago...

That Saturday Morning

Frustrated MILF gets relief from the handsome young deliveryman.

It was mid-August, and the UK was in the middle of a heatwave. The country had been baked by unusually hot temperatures for the last three days, and Carole was sick of it. She stood in her dressing gown by the washing machine waiting for the cycle to end so she could hang the clothes out. Gazing from her kitchen window at the yellow overgrown lawn and wilting plants. She wasn't green-fingered at all so the garden was a me...