Welcoming the New Neighbor (CLOSED).

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The moving van fills the driveway while the trucks of various tradesmen line the street directly in front, so I park my QX80 at the curb across the street from my new house. I watch the workers moving in, out, and around the large Victorian manor. The renovations have fallen behind schedule, but I don’t really care. This bustle simply adds to the excitement I feel at the start of this new phase in my career.

I notice how a couple of the workmen keep glancing to the left as they walk from the house to their vehicles, and the same direction on their way back. I follow their gazes and discover the distracting attraction. A lovely brown-haired woman, wearing blue gym shorts and a white tank top, plants marigolds around the perimeter of a flowerbed running along the side of the house next door.

At least as much out of neighborly politesse as the promise of getting a closer look at her pretty face and athletic body, I climb out of my SUV and angle across the street toward her yard. I get within about twenty feet of her before she looks up and greets me with a warm but curious smile that sparkles in her deep brown eyes.

“Hello!” I mirror her smile and offer my hand. “My name’s Chris Henderson. I’m your new neighbor.”
 
"Hello! I am Mona Kemp. Nice to meet you!" I look over the handsome neighbor. His muscles press against his think tank top. His shorts cling to his muscular body.

"Hey, that goes in the living room." I yell at the moving people, running into the house.

"Want to come in and take a look? They are almost done." I tell the handsome stranger.
 
"I'd love to, Mona. It's a beautiful house. I'd love to see inside."

I let her lead the way, smiling at the way her brunette ponytail bobs as she walks, along with the way her pert bottom looks in her shorts.

"So, Mona, what else do you like to do besides plant marigolds?"
 
"Well[, I enjoy wine tastings, working out in the gym, getting a tan. What kind of hobbies do you have?"

We walk upstairs to the bedrooms. I show him mine. It was not made up yet. My clothes were still in bags.

I looked at the handsome young man with me. I grabbed his hand and showed him the rest of the house.

We stood in one of the empty bedroom. I leaned against him. We looked at each other. I raised myself up on tiptoes and kissed his lips.

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The chemistry was there. From the moment we met, the chemistry was there. Confirmation came that she felt it, too, the moment she spontaneously kissed me.

"What else do I do?" I referred back to her earlier question. "One thing I like to do is make new neighbors feel right at home."

I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the bare, king sized mattress set on the four posted frame. Laying her down gently, I settled in next to her. Leaning over, I prseed my lips to hers. Moments later, our tongues danced together as we began to get downright neighborly.
 
He picked me up and took me to the bed. WE kissed. Our tongues touched. My hand rested on his shirt. I unbuttoned his buttons. My fingers played with his chest hair. My legs rubbed against his.

My fingers run through his hair. My other hand unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. I pull his swollen member from his pants.

"mmmmm.....glad to see me?" I ask.
 
Mona unbuttons my shirt. Her fingers play with my thick, curly, just graying chest hair. Her bare legs rub against mine.

Her fingers run through my thinning but well groomed hair. Her other hand unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants. She pulls the swelling member from my shorts.

"Mmmmm..." she purrs as my right hand slips under her tank top and fondles her firm left breast. She sighs as my thumb flicks over her hard nipple. "Glad to see me?"

"I think that's obvious," I reply as my organ stiffens between her fingers. My hand slides down and tugs her shorts down over her hips. "As far as neighbors go, for what more could a man ask?"
 
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My fingers wrap around your throbbing member. I begin to pull at it. It swells in my hand.

His hands go under my tank and plays with my breasts. They swell and my nipples harden as he plays with them.

I sigh with desire.

I pull off my tank, exposing my 35c breasts to him. My lips kiss his again. They taste so good.

 
Now only in your shorts, already pushed low on your hips, and such underwear as you may have on beneath them, you kiss me again with rising passion as my right hand strokes your breasts and plays with your nipples. Your tongue thrusts into my mouth and gyrates around mine. When it withdraws, my tongue follows and tickles your palette.

I then dip my head to kiss your cheek, your neck, your left shoulder, and finally your left breast. My lips find your firm nipple and suck it tenderly. Having moved down to here, I have the reach to push your shorts halfway down your thighs.
 
"aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!" I sigh as your lips kiss my breast. My nipple hardens.

Then you push my shorts down to my thighs. I gasp.

"Nooooooooooo!!" I cry out. I didn't want him to take me yet......I try to get out of bed, but his arms holds me down. I"m naked, my charms are exposed to him.
 
I grin and chuckle down at you. Your eyes show surprise, and nervousness, but not fear. I gather your slender wrists in my left hand and pin them above your head. My right hand settles firmly just below your belly button to keep you from thrashing about.

"No?" I laugh confidently. "Who started this? Who invited me in here and kissed me next to her bed? Look. I truly believe 'no means no,' and we can stop now and I'll leave if you want me to. If I do, though, I doubt I'll ever trust you enough to come back."

I release your wrists and remove my hand from your firm, flat tummy. If you feel about me like you seem to do, I don't need to overpower you to have you.

"So it's up to you, yes or no?"

 
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I think about what he said. I was fearful of going ahead, but he is so handsome. I am attracted to him. My body is quivering. My pussy is dripping. I want him.

I lean over and kiss him again.

"Yes, take me." I tell him.
 
"Oh, but not so fast!" I chuckle. "First you act like you want me. Then you say 'no.' Now you say 'take me'? That's a cruel thing to do to a man. You've been very naughty!"

I swing my lower legs over the side of the mattress and sit upright, again grabbing hold of your wrists. I drag you across my lap, leaving you face down with your hips over my thighs. Your shorts have now slipped below your knees and I tug your lace teal panties halfway down your thighs. With my right hand holding you in place, I settle my left hand softly on your bare, smooth bottom.

"How many swats do you think a naughty girl like you deserves?"

 
"ooooohhhhh!!" I am trapped on his lap. My face is down, my behind is up and exposed. I can feel your hand on my bare behind.

"How many swats do you think a naughty girl like you deserves?" He asks.

I think for a moment.

"Ten......Ten shoud do."

I squirm on his lap. I can feel his hard on against my thighs.
 
I’m not a masochist. It doesn’t bother me to spank a woman, but it doesn’t really turn me on, either. I decide to spank you because I have yet to find a woman whom spanking doesn’t turn on.

The fact that you ask for ten proves my point.

“One...”

{swat}

“Two...”

{swat}

“Three...”

{swat}

“Four....”

{swat}

My first four swats are meant to sting. I listen to your reaction and watch your muscle tone after each one. I want to make sure you continue to enjoy my special attention.



 
"One..." SWAT!!

"ouch!!" I squirm at the first one.

"Two!" SWAT!!

"ahhh!!" I can feel your hand on my behind!

"Three" SWAT!!

"god!!" I can feel the heat on my bottom!

"Four" SWAT!!

"mmmm...." My pussy is getting wet.
 
“... Five....”

{swat}

“Six...”

{swat}

“Seven...”

{swat}

“Eight...”

{swat}


“Nine....”

{swat}

Each of these next five smacks was progressively softer than its predecessor, but as your bottom begins to glow beet (and beat) red, the intensity of the sting stays about constant.

I lift my hand for the final spanking....



 
My behind is getting warmer and warmer. I squirm as you swat me. My pussy is dripping.

I wonder if there would be more.

I have always enjoyed being spanked. My father spanked me often, many times in his study. He often used his hand, but there were times he used a hairbrush or a wooden spoon.

After a while, I started to get aroused by the spankings. He noticed this and so after he spanked me, his fingers would wander between my legs. He often rubbed my clit, or inserted his fingers inside my wet pussy.

Now a stranger was spanking me. I loved it.
 

“... Ten!”


{swat!!!}

I again intend the final smack to really sting, and spank you hard enough that my open palm bashes then bounces off the tense muscles of your firm bottom. You cry out loudly enough that I wonder if the moving men outside hear it through the open windows.

My hand settles gently back upon your burning red bottom, which I softly caress along with the backs of your thighs, to begin to relieve the pain.

“Now, there’s a good girl,” I speak deeply and warmly. “You endured that most bravely. So I think you deserve a special reward.”

 
"oooowwww!!" I cry out as the last swat makes contact with my sore bottom. I squirm on his lap, feeling his throbbing member against my thigh.

Now he wants to give me a reward. What could it be?
 
I gently slip you off of my lap and lower you so that you are kneeling over the side of the bed. Still exhausted from the spanking, you rest your face on the cool mattress. I stand and you hear me starting to undress.

Again, my hand softly caresses your sore bottom. My fingers brush near, but never quite touch your sodden womanhood. I notice your hips rocking against the mattress border.

“You’ve said ‘no’ to me once today, so I want to make sure there’s no misunderstanding. You deserve a reward from me.” For a fleeting instant, my middle finger slides up and down the slickly wet seam of your vulva, then withdraws. “What reward would you like most right now?”
 
God, his finger slit into my pussy. It was so wet from the spanking. My body was quivering. His finger slid in and out of my pussy. My body clenched to try to keep it in me. I wanted him in me.

"I want you. Please take me."
 
You feel the large head of my already stiff penis brush across your sore buttocks, then slip down your crack as I get on my knees behind you. You shudder with anticipation as I dip my hips so that the top of my hard organ presses up against the sodden slit of your vulva. I pull back a bit and the apex of my erection kisses the dripping opening of your vagina.

"You say you want me?" I tease as I move my hips with yours to keep no more than that barest tip of my penis from entering you. "Just how badly do you want me? Badly enough to beg?"


 
Oh, god, he wants me to beg!! I look at him. Our eyes meet.

"Yes, I beg you. Fuck me."

My legs part a bit, inviting you to push in. My pussy is dripping. Your penis is pushing against my pussy.
 
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