This is a new story called “My Attractive and Sexy Neighbor” let’s begin……….
I don’t know how I was able to endure for so long, but after eleven years, I finally divorced my husband. We were happy in the beginning, no doubt about it. But a few years later, I couldn’t even recognise him. It started with us talking less; then he would come home later than usual, and finally, he stopped touching me. Before I knew it, I was married to someone who didn’t love me.
First came the denial. I kept telling myself that he would change. Maybe I wasn’t doing something right. Maybe I was lacking in my duties as a good Christian wife, which was why my husband was drifting away. If I loved him more, prayed for him more, submitted to him more, and gave myself to him more, he would love me again. So, I did. And I was wrong.
I knew he was being unfaithful. I just didn’t think that he would dare bring that tramp into our home, in our marital bed. It was the last straw.
Thankfully, he didn’t make the divorce any messier than it already was. I kept the house and received a significant settlement that ensured I wouldn’t work a day in my life if I so wanted. Being single again at thirty-six was never something I saw in my future. But after almost a year of crying over heartbreak, I was finally ready to admit that perhaps this wasn’t too bad after all. Life was finally beginning to make sense. I enjoyed the little pleasures of life. Morning walks, here and there.
Meditations when I had the time. Good food and wine. It was quite simple, but I was happy and that was all that mattered.
I didn’t need anyone’s permission to be free. To be me. A few men at the yoga class I went to three times a week asked me out, but I politely declined. Dating wasn’t in my cards right now. I was enjoying my newfound freedom too much.
Besides, I wasn’t interested in sex these days. Ever since my ex-husband stopped sleeping with me three years ago, I’d never had sex. I did get horny sometimes. And yes, I pleasured myself, which was more than enough for me. Sex was overrated anyway.
But then one day, when the ‘for sale’ sign at the house from across my street was gone and I saw the new owner, I knew that I had been so full of shit about not wanting sex.
Time seemed to have stopped when I first laid my eyes on her.
She didn’t have to do anything but simply exist. I would watch her shamelessly through my window as her powerful hands worked the mower, ploughing through her lawn. Her smooth dark skin glistened in the sun, the sweat drenching her very toned arms. As she powered the machine, handling it with ease, I wondered what it would be like having her hands all over me.
After hours of working outdoors, she would take off her tank top to wipe the sweat, while exposing a ridiculously ripped body, her six packs teasing me endlessly. And then just like that, my pussy would clench, the heat spreading throughout my body.
Sometimes I felt like she was intentionally doing this to torture me. But we’ve never interacted, so maybe I was just imagining things. Thanks to her very loud friend - another cute androgynous woman - who lived with her, I learned that the neighbor I was crushing hard on was called Jax.
Saturdays were my favorite days. Because then I got to see Jax work. Like, really work in her garage. She was quite handy, that Jax. Handling the machines with the finesse of a master. I would get jealous so much, wishing I could trade places with those metals, wishing Jax would caress me instead.
However, I never got the courage to introduce myself. I watched her from across my house. I always got tongue-tied even before I got near her. It seemed I didn’t even exist in her world. If not for her roommate, I don’t think I would have ever known Jax’s name.
Jax’s roommate was cute, sure. But it was Jax I had eyes for. God, she was so sexy. Not overtly muscly or anything, but she could pick me up with one hand and swing me over her shoulder.
Everything about her turned me on. Her rich dark skin, smokey brown eyes that seemed permanently amused, and her perfect blend of masculine and feminine features. But the one thing that got me most transfixed was her smile. I swear this one time, I saw her speaking on the phone when she suddenly smiled, and I shuddered with excitement. It was just a smile, but it did things to my body. Things I never knew were possible for me. I was going out of my mind, secretly admiring my neighbor from a distance.
I wanted her so fucking much. I wanted her sexy brown lips on my body. I wanted her long slender fingers playing with my clit. And I sure as hell wanted her to fuck me into oblivion with her biggest strap-on.
I felt like a creep thinking about my neighbor this way, but I just couldn’t help it. I had never felt so physically attracted to anyone this way. I mean, sure, I knew I liked women, although I had never acted on it, and only ever dated men. But Jax was the first person I had felt this kind of intense sexual attraction to. It was insane.
I’d even lost count of the number of times I masturbated thinking about Jax, the feel of her lips on my wet sex. Her tongue licking my clit, probing my pink wet hole. I imagined her fingers ramming inside me over and over with wanton abandon. And then I would come hard, writhing with pleasure, just thinking about Jax.
God, I so fucking wanted her. But I always lost my nerve whenever I saw her. When she was with her roommate, she was so carefree. But when she was all alone, she looked intimidating, and I’d admit that that shit turned me on.
If only I could muster the courage to go to her and ask her to fuck me. Could I do that? For now, all I could do was steal glances at her through my window.
***
I swear, I didn’t mean to watch. Most days, Jax closed the curtains to her bedroom window. But not today. They were wide open.
And she was drilling into a woman from behind with a strap-on. I stood frozen, my eyes feasting on the scene unfolding before me. I should close my curtains in disgust. But no. It turned me on more than ever, and before I knew it, I was touching myself while watching my sexy neighbor fuck a woman just as pale and redhead as me.
Watching Jax thrust over and over into the woman’s sex, I furiously pumped my fingers into mine until the waves of orgasm crashed through me. I dropped to my bed, shaking and twisting. And yet, I wasn’t satisfied. What I wanted was Jax punishing my tight little hole until I came apart like a fucking whore. Oh God, what the hell was wrong with me? How could I think about such things? I wasn’t that kind of woman. I didn’t lose. I didn’t want to have meaningless sex with random people.
But ever since I met Jax, I realized what a load of bullshit I’d been telling myself.
Everything I said I wasn’t, I wanted to be for Jax. I would let her do anything she wanted with me. All she had to do was ask. But, there would be nothing to ask if I wasn’t making myself available.
It was time I took some initiative.
***
I’d seen her enter the house a few minutes ago in nothing but a sports bra and boxers. So, I knew Jax was home. Fortunately, her roommate wasn’t - the universe was conspiring to make my dreams come true.
Taking in a deep breath, while adjusting my cleavage to make it more visible, I knocked on the door once. I didn’t have to worry about showing cleavage, though. My tits were practically spilling out of my very tight crop top. And my skirt had barely covered my ass. That should be a good start.
I was about to knock a second time when the door suddenly opened, and there stood the sexy butch plaguing my dreams for weeks.
I froze as the hair on my body stood on end. Fuck. She was even more handsome now that we were only a few feet apart. She smiled at me, and I had to hold on to the wall to keep myself from falling.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey, Jax.”
She raised a brow. But the smile didn’t leave her face. Shit. We’d never spoken. She was probably wondering how I knew her name. Oh, God, I have to say something before she thinks I’ve been creeping on her.
“I, um… your roommate… she um…”
Jax chuckled. “Hey, it’s okay. Martin can be loud sometimes. I get it.”
I felt my cheeks heat up and my core fired up. At that moment, all I wanted was to throw myself in her arms and kiss her. But I stopped myself. I needed to be graceful with this.
“So, do you have a name, neighbor?”
“Chrissy.”
“Chrissy.” She repeated, then nodded. And then in a sultry tone, she asked. “Is there something I can help you with, Chrissy?”
That was when I realized that showing up here might be a bad idea. This was unplanned. What was I thinking, just showing up at her doorstep?
“Um… can you huh, do me… a favor?” I gulped when Jax’s face came closer. God, that smirk would be the death of me. That jawline. It was borderline criminal to look that hot. And clearly, she knew how much of an effect she was having on me.
“What kind of favor are we talking about, Chrissy?” Jax asked, her eyes holding me hostage.
It took every bit of self-control not to throw myself into the woman’s arms. What was I even doing here?
“It’s no big deal… I… um… sorry for bothering you.” I suddenly lost my nerve, and I just wanted to crawl into a hole. But just before I could bolt out of her presence, sparks ran through me as gentle but powerful hands took my wrist. I suddenly turned, coming face to face with Jax’s full body. She easily towered four or five inches over me.