Living With Crazy n@ûghty Neighbors
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Chapter 4
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She’s so se-duc-tive. I responded and we started k!ssing, we k!$$£d up 10 minutes before she broke the k!ss. Says goodnight and turn to the other side.
I was able to control myself and sle-pt off. At 1am, she tapped me on my shoulder. I woke up, turn to her side and she c@m£ closer and l@yher head on my che-st placing her palm on my n!ppleand sle-pt off. I wra-pped my hand around her as if we are newly married couple.
I woke up in the morning and she’s alre-ady gone.
I washed my face, bought paint at the nearby market and repainted my wall with many designs. Since am not yet working, after painting, I stayed indoor throu-ghout the whole day. My new neighbor had gone to work.
By 6pm, someone knocked on my door, it’s a woman. She introduced herself as the landlady and compliment me on my paintings.
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My first painting job was at my ladlady’s. Mrs. Shannon wanted to have most of her interior rooms repainted after seeing my paintings, a job that guaranteed a month’s load of toil. At least it was indoors.
The only bright side of this job, well two bright sides, was Mrs. Shannon and her daughter Amy.
Although we didn’t interact much. She look completely out of my league. Just running into her here and there over and over had caused me to develop a small crush on her. I was excited about the prospect of seeing her a little more often.
I was even more excited about seeing her on a regular basis. Mrs. Shannon had a mind-b!owing rack that made everyone on the street drool when she jogged by. I figured I’d be getting directions from her often enough to keep my mind busy while am painting. Between Amy and her mother, this is going to be a distracting job.
We had agreed that I would start at ten each day. I had received a text message from Mrs. Shannon that morning telling me to come in when I arrived, no nee-d to knock. Why? Is she now seeing me as a close friend?
It was five minutes to ten when I set the gallons of paint and my rollers. I was about to knock when I remembered Mrs. Shannon gave me a key and had s£nt a text saying ‘just come in when you’re re-ady…no nee-d to knock.’ It felt a little weird to have free access to the house, but she wanted me painting even if she was out I guess.
I had run into Amy the day before at the sto-re and she actually talked to me for a few minutes I was hoping to run into her if she was home, but her car was gone ?
I opened the door and announced myself. I heard nothing, so I let myself in. The kitchen was to the right, but I st©pped dead when I looked to the left. There, in the middle of their spacious living room, was Mrs. Shannon, asleep on the couch.
Not just asleep, but t©pless. That’s right, t©pless. I stood there, not ten feet away from her, unable to move.
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Chapter 5
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I opened the door and announced myself. I heard nothing, so I let myself in. The kitchen was to the right, but I st©pped dead when I looked to the left. There, in the middle of their spacious living room, was Mrs. Shannon, asleep on the couch. Not just asleep, but t©pless. That’s right, t©pless.
I stood there, not ten feet away from her, unable to move. Her hair fell about her shoulders, one hand rested on her ba-re stomach. She wore jeans, and that was it. Her brea-sts-good god they were even better than I imagined-rose and fell with each breath.
I froze, the hair on my n£¢k standing up as I tried to decide what to do. If she woke up right then I’d be in trouble, I knew that much. I thought I should probably leave quietly and come back later, but then she’d as-sume I was late and I’d be in trouble. Less trouble for sure, but trouble anyway.
Either way I could end up losing my job on the very first day, something I wanted to avoid. I could announce myself again, or step outside and ring the doorbell, even though she explicitly told me not to.
As I stood there thinking of possible actions I was aware of a stirring in my p@n-ts. I had fantasized about Mrs. Shannon for some time, so to see her t©pless like this was having a profound impact on me.
I found myself running throu-gh another series of thoughts, ones involving me and Mrs. Shannon. As I tried to figure out what to do I stared at her mas-sive brea-sts, her n!ppl!s ha-rd from the cool living room. I grinned, thinking of the show I was getting, but also worried that she might wake up any second.
She suddenly stirred slightly and I jumped. She exhaled softly and moved her hand, and then was still. The feelings of excitement and nervousness battled inside me and then I decided that I would never see a woman of this caliber like this again.
I set my paint cans down quietly, and cautiously walked closer. I was five or so feet away now. Her flat stomach rose and fell gently. I noted that she probably tanned in the nûd£, or at least t©pless, because she had no tanlines. I took as good a look as I could.
Then, just as quietly, I picked up my paint and headed into the kitchen. After all, I didn’t want to give the impression that I was late. I ban-ged about, being deliberate in ma-king noise as I set up. I even put my phone on the counter and pla-yed music throu-gh its external speakers. I figured that if she woke up and asked, I’d say I didn’t see her because I had headed straight to the kitchen.
I set up my brushes and rollers. I began edging, because I had painted my own house and had it down to a science. It was after seeing my handiwork that she hired me. And the thousand naira she was going to pay me was what had gotten me initially interested in the job.
Now, after seeing her brea-sts on displa-y, I would have done it for free. I had run the first coat of edges and had started brushing the corners when something filled me with panic.
If Amy comes home, see her mother t©pless on the couch and see me painting, how will I explain myself?
“Nice work, Henry,” I heard from behind me. I jumped, almost dropping a paint-laden brush on the tiles.
Living With Crazy n@ûghty Neighhors
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Chapter 6
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Mrs. Shannon was standing there, now wearing a ti-ght bu-tton up shi-t. It was white and clearly a size or two too small; I could make out her brea-sts un-derneath but tried not to stare.
“Hi,” I said, a little jumpier than I should have been. “I c@m£ in and wanted to get right to work,” I added, a little too quic-kly.
She nodded with a smile, eyeing my work so far. “I am glad this color looks good on the wall. You never know from the samples.”
“Oh, it will dry a little darker. If you want I can change it.”
“No, it’s fine,” she said, looking the room over. “I’m sure it will be fine when it dries. How’s it going so far? I see you’re not using tape.”
“I don’t nee-d it,” I said. “But if it makes you nervous I can.”
“No, no, it’s alright,” she said, waving a hand. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to run some errands. I must have dozed off this morning, and I’ve got to get some things from the sto-re.”
I avoided eye contact and told her I’d be fine on my own. I couldn’t let my face betray me as she talked about ‘dozing off.’ When she returned hours later both coats of paint were dry to the t©uçh and I was just tou-ching a few things up around the room.
“Wow,” she said, setting her bags on the table. “You’re fast.”
“Thanks,” I said, “I’ve got it down pat so I don’t waste time. If you see anything I missed let me know and I’ll get it in the morning before I start the front hallway. I’m going to do the easy stuff on the first floor before I tackle the bathrooms and the living room. Those vaulted ceilings take a while.”
“It looks great,” she said. “When I saw what you did at your house I knew you’d do a good job.”
“Well, I am done for the day. Is it okay if I leave my brushes and the paint in the garage? If not, I can drag them home, but I figure I can start fas-ter that way.”
“Sure, Henry,” she said. “But if you aren’t too worn out, could you give me a hand with something when you’re done?”
I nodded, and hauled my stuff to the garage, setting everything in a corner. When I returned She had a box of light bulbs on the counter and a stepladder.
“Even with the stepladder I can’t reach the tallest fixtures. Would you mind putting these in for me? I got those new, high efficiency bulbs.”
“Sure, Mrs Shannon” I said, climbing the ladder.
“Call me Susan, Henry,” she said. “And you’ll nee-d an oven mitt to get the ones that have been on all day.”
When I looked down and took the first bulb from her, I almost fell over. Somewhere in the course of the day several bu-ttons of her shi-t had come undone. She was nowhere near immodest, but from my vantage point I could see a lot of her cleavage. While I preferred her brea-sts unfettered by clothing, this view was amazing. I took the bulb, switched out the incandescent, and handed it to her.
“So what are your plans today besides painting my house,” she asked casually as I took another bulb. I tried not to stare overtly down her shi-t, but I did anyway.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe catch some movies. I really like catching them on the big screen.”
“So does Amy, you should ask her to go sometime.”
“Oh, I don’t think she’d want to go with me. We aren’t friends.”
“Why? Maybe it’s because u haven’t chatted with her. Besides, she’s a big movie fan.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said.
“You should ask her to join you next time,” she said. It was a funny idea, but I was sure Amy will not want to go to the movies in any context with me.
We did this for all twenty lightbulbs in the kitchen and living room, and by the time I was done I was sporting a fierce erection.
“That’s it,” she said as I climbe-d down. She still had not put on a br@, and it was ha-rd to concentration on anything else. “Let me pay you extra for helping with the lights.”
“You don’t have to Mrs. Shannon. I mean, Susan. It’s fine, I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” she said. “I don’t want to take advantage of your time.”
“No, it’s no trouble at all, I’m glad to do it.”
“Well, you’re very sweet for doing it. It’s ha-rd to get these kinds of handy things done around here with just me and Amy, so I appreciate it. So I’ll see you tomorrow, ten o’clock?”
“Sounds good,” I said, turning to head out the door. She caught hold of me on my arm, st©pping me.
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Chapter 7
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“Well, you’re very sweet for doing it. It’s ha-rd to get these kinds of handy things done around here with just me and Amy, so I appreciate it. So I’ll see you tomorrow, ten o’clock?”
“Sounds good,” I said, turning to head out the door. She caught hold of me on my arm, st©pping me.
“Before you go, I wanted to apologize,” she said. She paused, b!tt!g herl-ip, before continuing. “For this morning.” She waited for me to say something but I decided to feign ignorance. “For falling asleep on the couch, without a shi-t. I had no intention of ma-king you uncomfortable.”
“You know, I walked right into the kitchen and got to work,” I said, my eyes ma-king contact with hers and not breaking away. “I did announce myself twice, though.”
“I can’t imagine what you must think,” she said. “I’m so embarras-sed.”
“Next time I’ll knock louder,” I said.
“Well, just remember to come in as you plea-se, you have a key after all. And next time, I’ll try to keep my shi-t on.”
“I won’t complain if you don’t,” I said, then st©pped short. I had meant it as a joke, but who am I to say that to her anyway? I was relieved when she started to laugh, her br**sts jiggling.
“I but you wouldn’t,” she said. “I haven’t had a compliment like that in years.” She then patted me on the arm and walked me to the door.
I c@m£ back and took my bath, rest a while, went to a nearby restaurant and ate. By 5pm, my neighbor c@m£ back from work. She greeted from outside and I got up and entered her room along.
How was your day. “She asked as I walked inside”. So stressful “I said sitting on the be-d”.
Have You eaten? “She asked as she turned her back on me to change to something simple”.
Nop. “I lied”.
Am still hungry, I want to eat again
It’s alright am going to cook now.
She re-moved her t©p and trou-ser, now in red br* and pink p@n-ts. She looked s**y on the outfit.
About last night, what happened? “She asked as she un-hooked her br@ and wore a t-shi-t”.
What happened how? “I asked confused”.
You didn’t make any move, or were you scared of me? “She asked pu-lling her bu-m short up over her a**”.
Nothing, I don’t have strength that yesterday and besides, am not with protec-tion. “I said”.
You would have asked me, you just ignored me after everything I did. You are wicked oo. “She said”.
Am sorry, what about tonight?
I will feed you well so you will have strength. “She said smiling”.
Lol you are funny. “I said laughing”.
After cooking, we ate together.
I will come by 10pm. “She said as I went back to my room”.
I entered my room without minding closing the door and layed in be-d. I was tired from painting, my arms so-re, but my mind raced throu-gh the events of the day. About Mrs Shannon.
My free hand sli-pped un-der the covers and found my p*nis. I slowly stro-ked myself, imagining her walking around t©pl*ss, her br**sts swaying with each step.
I kept my er*ction up. Slowly stro-king myself, and imagined her now taking me into her mouth.
Just then I felt a soft fresh pressing on my back. probably br**st, hand resting on my shoulder. I remembered I didn’t closed the door.
I relaxed, “It might be my neighbor” I thought. The hand moved and took over my ha-rd tool.
It smelled the perfume, it doesn’t smell like her, the room was somehow dark (6:30pm) so I can’t see the hand clearly.
Is like it’s been long. Don’t worry am here for you. You don’t have to be doing this.
“The intruder said as she continued stro-king”.
Hearing the voice, I was shocked. The voice sounds like my uncle’s wife. Its my Uncle’s wife ??
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