The Naughty Neighbor

Chapter One: Being Neighborly

“C’mon, Linds,” Brandon said, almost pleading. “We have the whole house to ourselves. A little skinny dip in the pool will keep us from being bored.” He stared at her blond head as she sat in the recliner, one leg draped over the arm as she thumbed through one of his parents’ magazines. Luckily, his parents were out for the weekend, giving Lindsey and him the entire house to themselves. However, he had yet to get Lindsey to make the most of their good fortune and was getting tired of sounding like a whiny kid. “It’s a beautiful day outside. We should go enjoy it.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Brandon, getting naked in the pool with you making excuses to try and grope me the entire time is not really my idea of a relaxing afternoon.”

He sighed. “Linds, I’m sure we can make it a little more imaginative than that. Why not enjoy this time alone before my parents return home? We could be having sex all over this place.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lindsey slammed her magazine closed and dropped her arms to her lap. “No. Forget it. What you mean is that you’ll be getting off all over this house while leaving me unsatisfied and horny. I never realized that while you were in high school, all you ever did was jack off. I thought you had some inkling on how to satisfy a woman. Well, I’m not going to just lay there and take it, while you get what you want and I’m left yearning for my vibrator. No, thank you.” She snapped the magazine open again and started reading, essentially blowing him off, and not in the way he wanted. “Besides, we never know when you’re parents will pop back in even when they’re supposed to be gone for days. No. I don’t need your mom catching us with our pants down again.”

He stared at her a moment, hoping she would change her mind, but then he just gave up and left her alone. This was not how he expected married life to be. Lindsey had been so horny when they were first married, always wanting to fuck at the drop of a hat. Or their pants as the case may be. Yet, lately, she had just grown bored with it all and wouldn’t tell him why.

With a sigh, he shoved himself off the couch and left her sitting there. He’d enjoy the beautiful day outside by himself. There was just no pleasing Lindsey when she was like this.

When he stepped outside, he noticed Meredith Walker heading back to her house from getting her mail. The forty-year-old woman had been an object of Brandon’s fantasies since he first learned how good jacking off felt. She had long, blond hair and the biggest breasts Brandon remembered seeing with a perfect ass she showed off with the tight pants and skirts she wore. His father always watched her whenever he was working outside, and Brandon couldn’t help but do the same. Meredith oozed sensuality that kept his twenty-year-old cock stiff and his dreams wet. If only Lindsey exuded the same sexiness. She used to, back when they first got married, even when they dated. However, lately, nothing seemed to get her juices wet.

Meredith glanced up after sorting through her mail and saw Brandon standing there staring at her. He waved, suddenly feeling as if had been busted in his naughty thoughts. Meredith just smiled, however, and waved back as she changed directions and headed his way. He tried hard not to stare at her hips or tits as they swayed with her movement across the grass, but it was hard, and he had to do a little chant in his head. Stare at her eyes. Stare at her eyes. He felt his breathing grow heavy and shoved a hand in his front pocket, hoping to hide the growing erection he felt happening.

“Hey, Brandon,” she said with a smile. “Enjoying the empty house?” Her smile shifted to a mischievous grin. “When I was your age, I’d relish the time my parents left me alone in the empty house with someone of the opposite sex.”

He sighed at the reminder that he wasn’t having the kind of fun he had expected to be getting when his parents said they were leaving town for the weekend. “It’s been kind of quiet.”

She cocked her head to the side as she stared at him with narrowed eyes. “That didn’t sound like a good kind of quiet. Everything okay?”

Brandon shrugged. “I kind of thought Lindsey would be relishing the empty house, too. We’ve been living here with my folks for six months without any time to ourselves. Sex hasn’t exactly been a top priority. Of course, it hasn’t been a top priority for her since they left, either.” He shook his head. “I just don’t get it.”

“Well, maybe she’s just tired,” Meredith said. “Women tend to be more receptive in their own homes. Maybe she’s just feeling a little off. Why don’t you two come over to my house for dinner tonight? It’ll be fun. We’ll grill out, share some wine. How about seven?”

She didn’t exactly make the offer seem like he could refuse, and besides, a night staring at Meredith’s breasts would be a lot more fun than being ignored by Lindsey all night. “Sounds good. Anything we can bring?”

Meredith grinned, her eyes twinkling at him as she said, “Just your appetite. See you tonight.” She turned and walked away, her ass swaying with each step.

Brandon stood there staring at the older woman as she walked away, thinking that taking his appetite to her house later tonight would not be a problem. Of course, it wouldn’t be his stomach he wanted to fill. With a deep breath, he forced himself to turn and walk away, adjusting his cock in his pants as he did. He was already looking forward to tonight.