My New Neighbors Book 3, page 1
My New Neighbors – Book 3
By, Bridy McAvoy
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Copyright © Sep 2024, Bridy McAvoy
Cover Art Copyright © Sep 2024, Brightling Spur
Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.
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Dedication
To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.
Chapter 1
Pete was up early the following morning. Ealy enough that he’d managed to get a couple of hours of editing done before he heard the car start up next door. As he’d thought, Erin was taking Sam for her first day at work at Jenny’s shop. As he turned back to his monitor screen, he could feel blood pooling in his groin at the thought of what he’d asked Erin to do as soon as she got home. Trying not to think about that, he glanced out of the window, and his eye was drawn to movement. There were people in the woods behind his house. Kids, probably.
Well, they had as much right to be there as he would have done, so he couldn’t object, but their presence definitely put a skid under the plan he’d outlined to Erin. If she stripped naked on his deck, those kids would get an eyeful.
A quick text was the obvious response.
Change of plans. Don’t strip on the deck. Too many eyes. Come inside and find me first.
Destroying her reputation in the neighborhood would be a pretty good way to kill the golden goose and stop the supply of fabulous sex.
Her reply took a few minutes.
Understood. See you in ten.
He swallowed hard. She’d probably seen the text as she dropped Sam off. That meant she was definitely on the way home by now, so her ten minutes was pretty accurate. His cock lurched in his pants. Those kids might have disrupted the appetizer, but they would not be able to affect his meal.
Sure enough, he’d only just settled back into his edit when he heard the car pull up next door. Pete hadn’t seen what she’d worn to drop off Sam, so he had no idea if she needed to nip back into her own house and get changed before coming over. As it was, he heard the car door and, a couple of seconds later, his own side gate as she came straight around. Sure enough, he heard his back door open and then close behind her. He licked his suddenly dry lips and turned his chair to watch the doorway.
“You in your office?”
“Yep.”
He heard her come up the stairs, and seconds later, she appeared in the doorway and smiled at him. She looked quite cute in a nice summer dress. Not the same one or even the same style as the one she’d worn the night before. This one had a series of oversized buttons down the front. It was a plain peach color but had a band of small daisies around the hem. The shoulder straps were thin and, as a result, showed the lack of any shoulder straps of a bra.
“Did you get Sam squared away?”
“Yes, thank you. She’s fine. Jenny was pleased to see her.” She paused. “Thanks for the warning about the kids. I saw them.”
He shrugged. “I doubt they’ll be there long. It happens from time to time, but they don’t tend to stay near the houses for long. About two hundred yards into the woods, there's a clearing and a large fallen tree. Far more interesting to play with.”
“And you know this how?”
He grinned. “Because that clearing is a nice place to take an adventurous woman late at night. Quiet, secluded, and sheltered. Great place to strip her, alfresco, and then fuck her against a tree. We’ll have to try that ourselves one day.”
She shuddered.
“Ever been fucked against a tree like that?”
She shook her head.
“We’ll definitely try that then. Just imagine that freshly spanked butt of yours, bright red and throbbing, getting pushed against the rough bark as I fucked you.”
Her glare was part real, part feigned. He noticed she licked her lips, and her eyes were wide and sparkling. She was trying to be horrified by my suggestion, but at the same time, the idea intrigued her. He thought about turning the screws by suggesting Sam would be there too, watching, but decided not to push the fantasy too far. Well, not push her fantasy that far.
“Now I think you’re wearing too many clothes, aren't you?”
She looked past him, craning her neck to see if the kids they’d both spotted could see into the window.
“They can’t see from there, so you’re safe.” He paused and glared at her. “Strip.” He made it a command and watched her shiver at the crack of command in his voice. She didn’t hesitate, displaying her submissive side again as she reached for the top button on the front of the dress.
“Take it nice and slow, tease me, sweetie, tease me.”
Without hesitating, she started to twitch her hips from side to side, trying to keep the beat to the imaginary music in her head. The twitch quickly became a side-to-side swish, very seductive, very alluring. He smiled at her and nodded for her to continue. He thought she realized he’d left her where she was so she wasn’t close to the window. No sharp-eyed kid sporting her impromptu striptease and nudging his friends to watch the window. No, he was being very selfish. He wanted her entire performance for my eyes only.
She flicked the top button undone, and the dress gaped a little. She leaned forward and shook her chest at him. For someone who three or four days ago couldn’t dance a striptease for toffee, it was very provocative, very polished. Her fingers moved down to the next button, and he watched through hooded eyes as she undid that one, too. This time, as she leaned forward, the two sides of the dress fell further apart. He’d guessed she’d decided to forego a bra, and the view he got straight down the tunnel between her breasts confirmed that fact. His cock was now rock-hard in his pants. He wanted in on the action.
Her hands moved lower, undoing the third and then the fourth button before leaning forward once more. This time, her breasts spilled out of the front of her dress.
“Oops.” She giggled but did not attempt to tuck them away again. Her blonde hair cascaded down the sides of her face and, he guessed, down her back as she pulled the hair tie from the ponytail she’d started with. All the while, she was fiddling with her hair, and her hips kept swaying from side to side. Her nipples had hardened with the exposure, and she looked wanton, not a professional stripper, but wanton nonetheless.
Her fingers reached for and toyed with the final button before flicking it undone and letting the dress open all the way down. She’d not just gone braless, she was commando, too. As she moved her hips, the dress swayed further open and then closed again before her next movement spread it open once more. It was a highly effective tease, and he was like iron. She took a deep breath and froze to a stop. She maintained that position, her hands on the edges of the front of her dress, immobile. Then, with a flourish, she completed her act, throwing the two sides of her dress open and exposing her entire body to him. He might have seen it before, but it was still a magnificent display. He wondered if Sam had been giving her dancing lessons.
She let the dress slide down her arms and fall to the floor behind her. She was exhibiting herself to the max, her legs were parted, exposing her pussy, which was starting to glisten in the reflected sunlight from the window. She was as turned on as he was.
Every time he saw her naked body was like that first time for him. He couldn’t get enough of it. It was the same with the younger version of her, but so far, he hadn’t touched that one. Crooking his finger, he beckoned her closer. She bit her lip and stared at the window. Pete wasn’t stupid, he understood her reluctance. That wasn’t about avoiding him, it was about avoiding being seen by the small gang of kids in the woods.
Sliding his chair to the side, he moved away from the window and watched the relief flow across her face. He grinned at her. “Avoid it completely, sweetie, get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me, that’s a good girl.”
She gasped and stared at him wide-eyed. “What?” The word was out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“Crawl to me. That way, you’re definitely below the level of the windowsill.”
Erin shivered and continued to stare at him for a moment longer, frozen to the spot. He raised an eyebrow, then lifted his hand up, keeping it palm out, and then flexed his hand. The meaning was clear to someone with the kind of submissive experience she had. Do as you’re told or undergo a punishment. He had no intention of spanking her, but she had been conditioned to expect it.
She was panting as she dropped to her knees and then down onto her hands as well. Her movements were graceful and looked practiced enough to be something she was accustomed to. Pete felt an immediate pang of remorse. There was enough evidence to suggest this was something Phil had made her do often. He’d just brought back memories she wouldn’t want. He might even have killed the mood completely.
She shifted her left foot forward and then followed it with her left knee. Moving slowly, she started to crawl toward him. He could see the conflict in her face as she moved toward the man who’d just threatened to spank her. Her crawl was very definitely practiced. There was both grace and poise as she crossed the floor. It was an arres ting, sexy sight as she slinked toward him, coming to a stop a couple of feet from him.
He was pretty sure Phil had never done much or any real work from home, so his next move should be new for her, which was a good thing. It would dissipate the memories for her and disassociate him from those memories, too.
“Turn to your right about ninety degrees.”
She was clearly puzzled but obediently turned so her back was toward his desk.
“Now back up, slowly. I want you in the kneehole of my desk.”
Her eyes flared wide as the import of his words sank in. He’d deliberately phrased it so there was a double entendre in there. She swallowed hard but obliged by backing away from him. He kept pace, sliding the chair after her. It didn’t take long, but she slowly inserted her naked body under his desk, and he slid the chair back in front of his keyboard, blocking her only way out. He didn’t think she was claustrophobic.
“You know what to do. I’ve always wanted to have a secretary under my desk doing what only secretaries can do while I worked.”
She whimpered a little, but a moment later, he felt her move so she could accommodate him. Not long after that, her hands reached to his belt and then his fly as she slowly released his cock from his imprisoning pants.
After another moment, he pulled the chair a little closer and spread his legs wider. Her hand was around the shaft of his erection now, and she was gently stroking it. Pete leaned back and looked down to see her looking up at him as she stroked his cock only inches in front of her face. Seeing him watching, she leaned closer to him and planted a soft kiss on the side of his cock. As he did so, he could see the fallacy in his plan. He was sitting so close to the desk that there wasn’t room for her to slide her mouth over the end of his cock.
The only thing he could do was scoot the chair back a few inches and give her the room she needed. So much for his naked secretary fantasy. With the chair this far back, he couldn’t reach his keyboard. He smiled down at Erin and sat back to watch. Realizing he was watching made her blush a little, but she did crawl after him and then took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
Feeling the warm wetness of her mouth engulfing the tip of his cock was never going to get old. He’d been blown before, but Erin seemed different. The way she seemed to put her heart and soul into an action many other women found degrading transported the experience to another level. He moaned softly as she pushed her head lower, taking another inch into her mouth as she bathed his shaft with her tongue.
“Fuck! You’re good at this.”
She moaned in response, and he looked down to see she was clasping and kneading one of her breasts as she used her other hand to fondle the base of his shaft. She took him deeper still, and he groaned his appreciation. Her hand left her breast and wormed its way down over her stomach toward the junction of her spread legs.
Pete looked out of the window, peering at the edge of the woods, checking to see if the kids were still there. He could see no signs of movement, so he guessed they’d moved on. However, he was going to stay cautious for the rest of the morning, doing his best not to expose his prize, his naked woman, to their eyes.
“Take me deeper, sweetie. Make sure I think of you doing this and not Sam, who I’m sure could use the practice before she goes off to college. After all, the boys there will all assume that extra year will mean she’s got lots of experience.”
Erin glared up at him, but she didn’t stop sucking. He was trying to goad her into taking him even deeper this time, although the position wasn’t conducive to anything resembling a deep throat penetration. Still, he felt the end of his cock nudge against the top of her throat. She paused with him that deep for long seconds, sucking hard before pulling off a little and gasping for breath. Then she took him that deep once more.
She alternated between taking him deep and slathering her tongue all over his shaft. All the while, he could see her fingers working between her legs. The noises in the room rose to a crescendo, the combination of her slurping on his cock and the squishing of her wet pussy filled the room, topped by the way she tried to moan around the cock in her mouth.
He knew Erin wasn’t happy with his deliberate jibe about Sam, but it didn’t stop her from delivering an extraordinary blow job. No way was he going to last very long as she continued to alternate between licking him up and down the length of it and taking it as deep as she could. As she took him back deep into her mouth and circled her hand around his cock, he passed the point of no return.
“Gonna, cum.” He was being polite, he wasn’t going to let her pull off. No, his hands tangled in her glossy blonde hair and held himself so deep his tip was at the top of her throat as his cock throbbed. The first jet went straight down her throat, and she gagged. He relented a little and let her pull up so his next few spurts filled her mouth. He felt her swallow to get rid of the liquid flooding her mouth, and then, as the last spurts fired onto her teeth and lips, he pulled all the way out and pushed his chair back away from the desk. Erin didn’t exactly fall forward into the space he’d vacated, but she did drop to all fours as she gasped for air.
As their collective breathing returned to normal, she lifted her head and glared at him.
“Bastard!”
“For cumming in your mouth?”
She shook her head.
“Why then?”
“Talking about Sam like that.”
He shrugged. “Telling it like it is.” Reaching down, he grabbed her by her arms and pulled her up. She came, not really resisting, but at the same time casting a nervous glance toward the window.
“I checked out the window a little while ago. No sign of them.”
She visibly relaxed as he pulled her into my lap and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting cuddle. She laid her head on his shoulder and concentrated on controlling her breathing.
“Now, sweetie, I’m going to give you a choice.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, we can have a chat, and I’ll make you cum afterward, or I can make you cum, and then we can chat.”
“What about?”
“What I mentioned last night.”
She swallowed hard, partly to get rid of some of the taste of him and partly as she remembered the details of the conversation he’d just mentioned.
“I am not going to let you reduce me to a kittenish state where I’d agree to anything.”
“So, chat first.”
“Please.”
“Not a problem.” He guided her to her feet and led her out of the room. She padded after him and didn’t try to cover her nakedness. When he led her into the bedroom, she balked a little.
“I did say talk first.”
“And we will. But we might as well be comfortable while we chat.”
“Can I use the bathroom first?”
He chuckled. “You mean you want to use some mouthwash?”
She blushed and nodded.
“Go ahead. I can wait.”
Chapter 2
When Erin emerged from the bathroom, she did so as naked as she’d entered it. He’d wondered if she was going to grab a towel and wrap it around herself while she was in there or even grab his robe off the hook on the back of the door. She did neither, walking out as bare as before, seemingly unconcerned about her nudity. He knew better. If she’d thought she could have got away with wrapping some form of covering around herself, she would have.
Pete had scooted up the bed, leaning against the headboard. He patted the bed next to him. She gave him a suspicious look but walked across to the bed, turned, and sat down next to him. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.
“Relax, sweetie. Relax. This is going to be a nice friendly chat, and it’s going to have a very happy ending.”
She gave him a bit of a side-eye and snorted. “What you mean is you want to tell me what you’re going to do to my daughter, what you want me to do to thank her boss, and then you’re going to get me off, so I agree to whatever you want.”
“Hey. I said a conversation, not a stream of orders. Besides, no blackmail. Whether we reach any conclusion or not, you still get off.”
“Hmm…”
She glared at him, but it was clear she was as much amused as irked. She surveyed her naked body next to his clothed one. “I do seem to be at a disadvantage, clothing-wise.”
