My next door neighbor Megan (Closed for JonathanBair)

[MeganFachs]

A new city and reset on my life. Broke up with Martin but he wasn’t too upset. Said I was too passive in bed.

At 35 I wasn’t planning to start over. Going back to the modeling work I did before I met Martin wasn’t an option. I’d put on a few pounds since then (at least Martin could cook). Sure my 46 D Cup breasts were popular just about everywhere I go and I think I’m kind of pretty if I was forced to admit it. A 5’10” busty model with plus size curves is not on many call sheets for the modeling agencies. Megan Monroe, Fashion Model, would stay a thing of the past.
With my new job as a city beat journalist, my hours can be chaotic but I can usually disappear for few hours in case I need a movie or other distraction. Job doesn’t pay a lot but I was set really from my divorce settlement.

Part of moving to the new city was finding a place to live. After weeks of searching I found Laurel Lakes condos. The price was right, access was monitored for security, and there were several lakes to run around. The condos were built in six units to a building so not too many neighbors to have to remember their names.

Only flaw so far was the washer/dryer in my unit kept breaking down. Maintenance would come to work on it but I always seemed to be down to my last panties and schlepping big laundry bags to some sketchy laundromat.

It was another one of those “out of underwear” days when I ran into the guy who owned the condo next to mine. Shit, why can’t I remember his name? A little awkward me trying to take four laundry bags down to my car.

 

[JonathanBair]

My name is Jon Gordenson I am a 41 year old, divorced handy man. I stand 5'10 with brown hair that is just long enough to cover your fingers as you run your fingers threw the hair. I also have blue eyes that seam to shift from light blue to dark blue depending on his mood... I just got out of his company work truck when I seen the lady next door. I smiled and say "Megan is that you from 3B???"

I was almost sure that was the bomb shell from next door that he seen with all the bags of laundry.... If that was her, I was going to playfully scold her in the parking lot... That girl should know better then not ask him first before going to some public laundry place from the looks of it....

 

[MeganFachs]

“Uh hi neighbor,” I stumble still not remembering his name. I should know it, he’s a handsome guy who lives right next door to me. And that’s when one of my laundry bags slips from my fingers to the sidewalk leading from the parking places to the units. Of course it had to be my underwear. Two of my d cup bras escaped into the grass.

 

[JonathanBair]

I run over to grab the run away bra's..... I say "Are you getting ride of all this clothing, or is your washer out again???"

 

[MeganFachs]

I blush red as he picks up my bras. I must say my bras are never boring, satin underwire in bright colors and either the tshirt bra or push up variety.

“That washer is a pile of junk. Do you ever have problems with yours? I think the maintenance guy just leaves it half broken so he can keep coming back to ogle me or check out my underwear.”

 

[JonathanBair]

I chuckle and say "After the 5th time of me fixing my washer, I bought a new one and had them sign a slip that I own the washer and dryer" I walk over and grab 3 of the bags and say "Tell ya what, come to my place, sort all this clothing out in my living room and you can pay me a dinner for each load you do? Girl you can count on Ole Jonny here to take care of you... I can swing by for lunch and look at your washer if you want me to tomorrow?" After a second I say "Please promice me, next time you need something you will wait till I get home before running off and doing this the hard way??? I do not care if you wake me up for a cup of sugar, to do a load of clothing or need to use my shower, please come to me first ok??"

 

[MeganFachs]

Jon’s demeanor really took me back. He was a take-charge kind of guy, total opposite of my Ex.

I should be upset at him grabbing my clothes like that and ordering me around but maybe I’m overreacting. He’s just a nice guy willing to do the new girl a favor.

“Oh, um, thanks,” I stumble. Why is he making me nervous? I need to fix this. Wait he’s already walking away from me to his condo with 3/4 of my laundry. I hustle to catch up to him.

“Thanks you’re very kind. Though a dinner per load is a bit steep don’t you think?”

He unlocks his condo which should be a copy of my own. I follow him in and look around.

 

[JonathanBair]

I laugh and say "Girl I am a simple man, if it is a box of mac and cheese with hot dogs or maybe a dish of frozen lasagna I will be a happy man. now lets see the laundry mats would want what 2 bucks to wash and dry each load, so that would be about $4, now balance that to a cheap dinner with a friend. Personally I would rather pay dinner with a friend then go out of my way to the laundry mat for 4 bucks a load. Would you agree???

I set the bags down in the middle of my living room and say "Go on take up as much room as you need to sort the stuff from all your delicets and what not... I got a bit of paper work do to on my laptop, but I will keep you company while you work? My place is the same layout only your unit goes left and mine goes right from the door."

 

[MeganFachs]

I was beginning to see his cocky charm. I smiled genuinely to him before setting to the sorting. It really didn’t take too long with piles on the couch and ottoman.

From where he was working he could see half if what I was doing. Spur of the moment I decided to give him a treat. I moved the last bag to the free chair clearly where he could see. It was the bag of my underwear which had really piled up.

I took my time, picking up each panty, each bra, stockings, each teddy or satin pajama part, two bustiers. I would hold each up for me to inspect but also display it for Jon.

I actually found one pair of satin panties that had a tear and needed to be thrown out. I stepped to where he was working with the used pink satin panties dangling from my finger.

“Another soldier lost to the war. Where is your trash?” I’m not sure what was making me so flirty. I used to do it to Martin to get a rise out of him, to get him to take charge in the bedroom but it never really worked well enough or long enough.

 

[JonathanBair]

I smile and watch the show rather then doing my paper work like I should. The little show you are putting on is far more enjoyable as I start to get hard.... I say "Your panties and bra's will no longer go to the trash, you will give them to me....Later tonight I will buy you a replacement pair for you to try on." I smile watching your face for any reaction.. I ask "Care to show me this tear of the panties?"

 

[MeganFachs]

His voice is so confident, self-assured. He isn’t asking, he’s telling. I hardly know this guy and usually guys like this are assholes.

Why am I feeling… wet?

His question is no question so I walk over to him. Why do I feel naked when I’m fully clothed???

I hold the panties out to him, showing him where the stitching has come undone and allowed the elastic around one leg to escape. My fingers almost caress the golden satin materials and my fingertips linger on the cotton gusset which cradles my pussy.

I don’t know why I’m acting this way. I mean it has been months since I’ve had sex with anyone but my vibrators… but today was laundry day, not heavy-flirt with the cocky, handsome neighbor next door…

 

[JonathanBair]

I reach my hand out feeling the panties, then smile and say "Thank you, did you wear them often, or just had them for a while?" I hold the panties by the crotch then thank you "Thank you for handing them over to me. I will see if I can save them if you ask me to. Otherwise I will just keep them, anyways I will get you a new pair to replace this pair..."


I think to my self, she is cute as I let my eyes quickly roam over her body. The fact she is willing to hand her panties over with no fight really peaks my interest in her. More then just saying hi to the person next door, but to really want to know her...I want to know her, not just to learn her actions, but what drives them. In her mind and feelings.

 

[MeganFachs]

I’m frozen there for a moment.

“Yes just worn out. Got a set of those satin ones in jewel colors. Love how they fit and make me feel but they don’t last forever.”

Being chatty helps me step back from the brink. “You don’t have to mess with fixing them. Yours to um enjoy.”

With that I hurried to finish sorting.

“Once I get the first load started, do you want your first payment dinner? I’m getting hungry myself.”

 

[JonathanBair]

I nod hearing you worm them out from wearing them allot. I get a smile on my face when I get to keep them. "Yes I would be up for my first payment. Want to toss me your keys and I will pick something out for us to eat, so you can make it here?"

I say "What do you think about just planing on doing a load over here, say once a week. We can make a plan say every Friday night for you to do your wash here."

 

[MeganFachs]

“Uh, okay. There is chicken in the fridge. Grab the rice noodles, coconut milk, bay leaves, carrots and onions. Once I start washing my panties, I check out your kitchen.”

“Weekly? Well let’s see if you can stand my cooking first, ha ha.” Premature commitment, not usually the problem I run into. Well, he is fit and intriguing.

I find your washer and dryer in the unfinished half of the condo basement and set to work. Luckily I’d brought my own soap and I was familiar with the machine model.

Once that was going I rummaged through his kitchen to see what he kept around that I could work with if and when I cooked for him again.”

 

[JonathanBair]

I go into my closet off the door and grab a cloth shopping bag. I go next door and start to get the stuff you asked. Everything but the chicken goes into the bag. I hold the package in my hand as I bring it to my place. I put the chicken and the bag on the counter then lean along the wall watching you work...

I say "Man this is going to be so nice, where I do not have to come home and cook one day a week.... Sure is also going to be nice to have someone to eat with. I try to book all the big jobs like making decks and stuff like that on the weekend."

 

[MeganFachs]

We start to chat more comfortably as I prep the veggies, then stir fry them, make a chicken glaze with the coconut milk and some spices I find in your cabinets.

By the time I set the oven to bake the chicken just a little and I have the noodle water coming to a boil you know I’m a lead engineer for a local startup that advises major companies about their adoption of AI and machine learning. You know I just turned 35, I divorced about six months ago and moves from Austin to here for the job and get a fresh start. You know I have a sister who I’m close to and parents I’d rather not talk about (“they aren’t part of my life anymore.”)

 

[JonathanBair]

I am 41 years old, only child.. I run a small handy man company where we do everything from refitting a house to building a new room... I grew up in Minnesota for the first 20 years of my life, and where I got divorced at to. I live near my mom, and my dad is out of my life... Damn girl you got the brains and the looks, your ex must of been a moron for losing you...

 

[MeganFachs]

(Sorreeee!! )

I blush at the compliment as I serve the food. My mind strays a moment here and there with images of you holding my panties, touching my panties, while they are on me…

 

[JonathanBair]

I smile and say "Please move your dish over to my side. I want you to sit next to me."

I look on with interest, to see if you will question my request.... I smile as I think of what I have in-store for you....

 

[MeganFachs]

I hesitate. This is clearly an escalation of our laundry/dinner relationship. But. Ot unwelcome.

I sit next to you, smiling. I DO feel comfortable even though we haven’t known each other more than a couple hours. Chemistry.

We talk, eat, and joke. I enjoy your stolen glances at my d cup breasts and it is no accident when my fingers brush your forearm.

Your confidence is intoxicating… like I want to feel submissive to you…

 

[JonathanBair]

After dinner I say "You look tense. Like you got allot of stress in your shoulders and neck... Do you have a brand of lotion at home you like to use on your skin, if so please get it and come back. So I can rub your neck and shoulders."

 

[MeganFachs]

So unusual. No one ever told me to do something like that. Part of my brain said “I don’t think so buddy” but the rest of my brain said “Shut up and follow orders.”

So I followed orders. I mean he was being kind, thoughtful, and caring. What wasn’t to like.

As I walked back to my place I felt a little odd leaving all my clothes in his place including all my underwear but I dismissed the thought. I hunted down the strawberry scented lotion I love and almost skipped back to his place.

“Here is one I really like. And you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I mean yeah I am pretty stressed…”

All sorts of ideas flitted through my mind as stress reducers… I blushed so hard you smiled at it. I couldn’t tell you I’d just imagined being stripped to my panties or the feel of leather bondage on my skin…

 

[JonathanBair]

I get my laptop and pull up Walmart.. I put panties and I have this pulled up for you to look at sleep wear. I smile as I get the lotion from you and say "look at this to make sure it is the right side then please sit on the chair with your back to me your top and bra off so my hands can work freely."

I want to make sure the sleep wear is the right size before I order it.. I know the panties is from the ones I am keeping that is old and with the leg hole damaged...

 

[MeganFachs]

“Oh these are so pretty! Seriously, you don’t have to buy my underwear. I’m just so grateful to use your washer and dryer… speaking of which…”. I correct the size on the bridal outfit subtly and then hurry to move the loads. I’m nervous and heart racing. Suddenly I feel like I’m on a date that is going really well, well enough that the guy is going to get lucky.

But it is so different. He’s making moves but they’re… different. Assertive. Controlling quietly.

Many conflicting emotions but I am turned on and have to see where this goes.

I return to the dining room and try to smoothly glance to see if he is aroused.

“I’m sorry, what did you want me to do?” I know perfectly well what you said. I just want to hear your orders again.