Hi Neighbour

DeMar let out a light sigh as he knocked again at the door. Just when he was about to turn around to leave. The door swung open, revealing a woman wearing nothing but a thick black blazer. It was her...his new neighbour. DeMar tried his hardest not to gawk at her.

She smiled lightly at him, and as he stared her down, he could see her butt cheek pushing its way out from under the jacket she wore. For a few seconds, he imagined that he was in one of those porn scenarios before reality hit him and reminded him that it doesn’t work that way. The lady had been a bit older, probably in her late thirties, but her body was so hot. She was remarkably curvaceous, and she had absolutely silky smooth skin.

Trying his best to keep a cool head, DeMar struck up a quick conversation.

“Hi there! The name’s DeMar. I am so sorry to have bothered you. I just saw that you are new here and came to say hi and see if you needed anything.”

“Nice to meet you!” She replied with a smile. “I’m Laura.” She gazed him up and down with a hint of slyness in her dreamy brown eyes.

He could not stop undressing her with his eyes. Her body was curvy, and she was of medium height. Was she wearing a bra? Her dark brown hair went down to her shoulders in long curly strands, and her tanned skin had an olive tone. Her eyes were light brown.

“Ummm everything okay there DeMar?” Laura looked at him and noticed him looking her up and down.

DeMar gasped, a little embarrassed, seeing he was caught. He cleared his throat. “Y...yes, all good. So you said you need help?”

The woman chuckled and responded with a light blush. “Well, I do have some things to sort out, and I’m kind of new to this part of town.”

DeMar couldn’t stop himself from scanning Laura up and down again. He had a bit of a thing for mature women, and she was embodying everything about that. A full figure with generous curves, standing steadily on a pair of long, world-weary legs. A hint of wistful darkness was in her expression, which otherwise said that she was a woman who knew what she wanted. Damn, she was hot. DeMar had to consciously remind himself to be polite when greeting a new neighbor.

“Cool. Welcome, I guess. Yeah!” Trying not to visibly cringe at his own awkwardness, DeMar pretended to see something interesting on the horizon. His new neighbor was a sexy older woman, and he was at a loss for words, suddenly finding himself stuck in his head, mired in feelings of guilt over putting off his evening studies, trying to find something interesting to say.

Laura averted her expectant gaze after a few long seconds of silence as if to see what had caught DeMar’s eye on the horizon. There wasn’t anything but quiet apartment complexes made of brick.

“Cool. So yeah, let me know if you need anything, I guess. I’m gonna go call it a night. See you around.” His tired brain managed to excuse him enough to go back inside, where he would only be awkward to himself. He tried to yawn convincingly.

Laura looked back at him with a curious expression. “Good night, hun. See you around.”

DeMar quietly exhaled after she closed the door behind him. He hadn’t been mentally prepared for that encounter, and his thoughts were beating him up for his awkward behavior, as usually happens. After gathering himself and taking a few more steps away from her door, he decided to take a peek backward. He could have sworn he saw her curtains quickly closed. Or did he imagine it? He shrugged it off and headed home. All he could think about as he walked home was what was under that blazer she wore.

He needed a shower before doing anything else that evening, he decided, and went into the bathroom. First, his shirt came off. DeMar wasn’t the biggest man in town, but he was young and tall with smooth caramel skin. Next, he took off his pants and underwear, revealing his semi-hard cock.

The more he thought about Laura, the harder he got and the more he wanted to do with her.

“Fuck! I needa relax man!” He took some deep breaths to compose himself. After a few tense minutes, DeMar stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and empty-headed. He was unlikely to get anything productive done that evening. And so, relaxed, he went to bed and drifted off to sleep.

The next day was one of routine. After waking up and halfheartedly brushing his teeth in a daze, he washed down the minty toothpaste with a cup of instant coffee. Feeling more energized, he got into his car to get to work for the day.

After a largely uneventful day at work, he decided he would try to be more productive with his evening. As he took out his notepad to finish his novel, he heard a knock at the door.

He saw through his window that it was Laura. He took a deep breath and tried to think of something clever to say while opening the door. He didn’t manage to.

“Hi!” Laura said in a gleeful tone, with hints of a smirk on her face. She was in a lovely sundress and turned to face him. In her right hand was a glass of white wine, and in her left hand a pizza box.

A minute passed, and DeMar realized that he should probably respond to her greeting.

“Heya!” he said. Too cheerful, he thought, and made himself smile back at her, trying not to get lost in how mesmerizing his new neighbor looked in the evening sun. She was definitely not one to wear a bra often, he could tell, judging from the way her thick nipples protruded through the fabric of her dress. If the dress were a fraction of an inch lower, DeMar was sure that he would be able to discern the color of her areolas. “So, you tryna come in?” he said, cleverly.

A smirk formed on Laura’s face. “Thought you weren’t gonna invite me in,” she said, playfully. Her eyes locked with DeMar’s expectantly. He gathered himself and tried to come up with an answer. She seemed to be in a coy and flirty kind of mood, which didn’t make it easier to break through his mental exhaustion from the day’s work, and the ever-present distraction of his hot neighbour’s revealing dress.

“Yeah, haha. Of course!” It was the best response his swimming brain could come up with on the spot. He decided to try and steer the conversation in a simpler direction. If he was prepared, he was usually clever and flirty himself. But he was definitely caught off guard.

“So... How uh, how are you settling into this part of town?” He asked as he settled on the sofa.

Laura’s smirk remained, and she briefly raised her eyebrows. “Well, I got most of my stuff into the apartment... I don’t really know anybody around here. The neighborhood seems nice, though, I’ve had a bit of a look around.” Her big brown eyes stayed locked with DeMar’s, and he found himself looking away at nothing in particular towards the corner of the room. He felt tense and anxious, unable to relax, somehow lacking direction.

He wondered. “Where do I take this? She’s so stunning, and we’ll probably keep running into each other,” he hoped he didn’t think out loud.

His thoughts were interrupted as Laura reached across the gap between them on the sofa with the open box of Pizzas. “Want one?”

“Sure!” DeMar responded gleefully without a second thought. He grabbed a slice out of the box

After a little while of small talk. Her tone got a bit serious.

“So, DeMar. What’s your story?”