The New Sensual Neighbor

At First Sight

I’m going to come into this story a little differently, explaining why I coined my neighbor “the new sensual neighbor”.  The “new” part is obvious enough, but as to how he was quickly known as the “sensual” neighbor was more than interesting. This man put statues of all various sizes and styles of sexual goddesses all over his yard.  When I say it like that, it sounds hideous, but it was actually quite tasteful and somehow looked magical and captivating. He also dressed to the nines and smelled like The Creator himself bottled a new scent of earth. Remember when I told you about when I read those books. He looked like he stepped right off the pages of one of those books.

I knew immediately that being a lonely, desperate housewife was going to be dangerous with the new sensual neighbor. My husband is always traveling for work, and I’m so alone.  I’ve always had an overly active sexual appetite. Some have called me insatiable. Whenever I saw him over the last three days, I got this thrill that runs over my body. Masturbating has always been an easy way for me to keep my “appetite” in check, and so I have been much busier with myself since he moved in. Batteries are getting weak. I found myself trying to find excuses to go introduce myself. In an old-fashioned manner, I baked some cookies, pleasured myself, and then took a trip next door.

The New Sensual Neighbor

I dressed in my virtuous white summer dress, and even though it is quite short, it is very tasteful. Elegance is what I was going for, but I also wanted him to notice me the way I had been noticing him. I had my open-toed, adorable wedges on and the tray of fresh-baked cookies in my hand. When he answered the door, his eyes pierced my soul immediately. He had no shirt on and a hammer in his hand. For some reason, I couldn’t speak. There was a lump in my throat and a rush in my pelvic region. As if the new sensual neighbor could tell I was stunned, he said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I was just hanging some artwork”.

My sheer embarrassment snapped me back, and I was able to find a response. I said, “oh, I just wanted to bring these by to welcome you to the neighborhood,” as I presented the cookies. Quickly, he invited me in, and I had no intention of resisting the invitation. I did, however, plan to resist anything beyond innocent flirtation. Even though my husband leaves me unsatisfied sexually, I love him dearly. The love I have for my husband is pure, and I’ve always thought of it as unbreakable. I followed him in despite my swimming thoughts. As he sat the hammer & cookies on his kitchen counter, he turned to look at me, and I could tell that we were both feeling the same. It’s as if the lust was palpable in the air between us.

At First Official Meeting

Neither of us said anything for what seemed like forever. We just stood in the electricity and feasted on one another with our eyes. Still saying nothing, he stepped forward and remained. With playful intention, I took a step back. There was an obvious game being played, and it was igniting the warmth between my thighs. The new sensual neighbor was pushing my boundaries with his mere existence. His gaze, slowly scanning my body, was relaying his hunger for me in that moment.

When the new sensual neighbor stepped forward with a larger stride this time, I could feel the rush of fear and excitement run through me. I knew I was slowly losing my grip on my virtuosity. He leaned forward, and in the warmest whisper into my ear, he said, “I want you”.  Everything in my married heart wanted to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. Instead, my lips turned to meet his. The new sensual neighbor had me under a spell that I couldn’t fight. When he ran his fingers lightly over my arm, it was over. For the next three hours, we devoured eachother like we were the only two people on earth.

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