A Good Neighbor - Sex Stories

A Good Neighbor

There she was again, bent over with her fingers in the dirt, torturing him with her perfect ass in tight revealing shorts. Her flowerbeds weren’t all that impressive, given the enormous amount of attention she paid them, but not everybody has a green thumb.

Max continued with his own yardwork, glancing over now and then until she’d finished. Turning and waving to him as though she’d just noticed his presence, she disappeared into her garage, leaving him to do his work undistracted.

Whenever Heather smiled and waved to him, he wondered what the other neighbors saw when they accused her of being unfriendly. They claimed she barely acknowledged their existence when they’d tried to be neighborly. One woman claimed she’d tried to talk to her and was quickly rebuffed with a short answer to the question posed and turned to leave.

He’d offered to help her once, as her husband was never by her side in the yard. She declined his assistance but chatted with him at length about nothing important. Only his need to return to his work ended the conversation. Still, as he walked away, she gave him that cute smile and waved goodbye.

While it was her ass that usually attracted his attention, her shapely petite body was more than worthy of equal recognition. She had a cute face with big brown eyes, puffy round cheeks, and that beaming smile. ‘Good things come in small packages’ was a phrase he’d use to describe her body if asked. Barely five feet tall, her body was curvy and full ...

... in all the right places, from her perky baseball-sized tits to her well-toned thighs. The only thing not to like was that she was married.

They moved into the neighborhood a few months ago, and he’d met her husband, Jason, but had only seen him once or twice since. He traveled a lot and was only home on weekends, leaving his cute wife alone most of the time.

A couple of other interactions with Heather made him wonder whether she was trying to get more than just his attention with her overt displays. She came to his door with a package that had been mistakenly delivered to her. She giggled when his eyes popped at the sight of her braless tits, half exposed by her tight blouse with at least a couple of buttons open. “See ya, Max!” she giggled as she walked away.

Another time, he was working in his backyard when Heather appeared on her upstairs balcony, looking down into his yard as she called out to say hello. When he walked over to stand beneath her, he noticed her ultra-short skirt, and upon closer inspection, he could see she was without panties. She smiled broadly upon seeing his obvious reaction and then turned to leave.

Sitting in his spa one late evening, a light from above startled him. He turned around just in time to see the light on Heather’s balcony go out. A few minutes later, he heard a voice at his side gate.

“Hey, Max!” he heard Heather say just before the gate slammed closed. A moment later, she stood beside the tub in a bathrobe.

“Oh! Hi, ...