Max is my neighbor. He’s also the paper boy.
Saving up all his money for college. I’ve noticed that every time I am outside when my neighbor is delivering, he almost wrecks his bike watching me. His eyes wander my very dangerous curves. Well Saturday is collection day. Its really rare that I’m home when he comes around so, I normally just drop the payment in his mailbox later in the day. But because of a long friday night, I was late getting out the door and in no real hurry to go anyway.
I was just out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I threw on my red silk robe, loosely tying the belt before I went to the door. There he stood and I got a good look at him for the first time in quite awhile. Wow. Max has filled out. Taller than me now, impressive arms, but still pretty shy. Or maybe that’s just because the silk of my robe is clinging to my wet skin.
His eyes travel every inch of me, especially the rather wide gap in my robe.
Smiling at him and beckon him inside. “I just have to get my purse” As he steps in and I start to close the door. I brush against him, pulling my robe open even more, barely covering my nipple. His eyes widen but he doesn’t say anything. I don’t bother to fix it. Wanting to see how far I can push him. I look down and already see evidence of a raging hard on in his pants. Yeah I’m that neighbor. Keep them all locked up. Husbands, fathers, brothers and sons. I don’t discriminate. And this particularly delectable treat just wandered straight into this predators den. But I have a feeling he won’t mind being devoured.
I go into the bedroom and get the payment from my purse. Then suddenly an idea forms or becomes more clear. Just how this game will be played. “Max, can you come here?” I call. I hear his steps coming closer. He walks in and sees me. Sitting on the bed, fanning myself with the money. I lower myself to my back and lay the money on the smooth skin of my stomach as I open my robe completely. “Come get it” I feel his hands shaking as they run over my stomach. Bravery takes him and he trails his fingers down, down down, rubbing them over my pierced pink pussy. As I surrender to the feeling of his fingers on my clit, I get the idea that this naughty neighbor won’t have to pay money for the paper anymore.
