Neighbors to lovers

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Title: Neighbors to LoversAuthor: Starlightstarbright2Summary: Sydney has been watching her neighbor a hired hand of the building cut grass for months and he’s been watching her enjoy watching him. Donovan is ready to do more than watch the voluptuous upstairs neighbor, but how far will straight laced Sydney go?Disclaimer: These characters are mine, any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.I’ve always been a loner. Keeping the world at arms length was kind of my forte, the only time interacted with people was a work or when I was out shopping. I was the queen of the old defense mechanism other people can hurt you or get you in trouble and I’d rather be exiled of my own choosing than because the villagers got angry and came after me with torches. My sex life is pretty much the same, most men who know me would call me stuck up because I wouldn’t let them anywhere near me.Satisfying myself on regular basis since I was sixteen there really isn’t any rush to lose the big v. I haven’t met a guy mature enough, interesting enough, or strong enough to form a bond with.And it’s gotten to the point I don’t even try anymore, because usually the first few sentences spilling forth from their mouths is always sexually charged. I’m not really interested in making love with a man who isn’t my husband. Getting played just isn’t in the plan for me. Honestly, I wasn’t ready to tear down that wall, even though lonely wasn’t as hip as it had been before.So the times when I get a bit hot and bothered I take care of myself. A skill that I’ve honed since my mid teens. As a rule I dislike fingering, or clit rubbing, but vibrators, dildos, pillow humping, I’ve tried it all. My breasts have always been sensitive and a focal point for myself and others they attract gaziantep suriyeli escort a lot of attention, especially when I was thinner.But that’s just a little history on me. There happens to be a man that interests me, at least physically, though I would never do anything about it. In every other aspect we’re not a good fit. So I don’t let him know I’m interested. He’s my neighbor and pretty much the building handy man.On the days he mows the grass I watch from the balcony, a glass of iced tea in hand dark sunglasses and a book. My voluptuous frame spread out on a lawn chair. I’m wearing one of my cleavage bearing sundress and my breasts are spilling out the top.The sundress has ruched sides which makes my waist look smaller by comparison. My long ebony hair spilling over my bare shoulders as I try to look the picture of nonchalance. I’ve got my fan pointed at me through the open French doors and coupled with AC I’m actually not sweating in triple digit heat.We’re total opposites, he’s tall skinny and pale with just enough muscle on his arms that you wouldn’t think they were toothpicks, but I liked his skinny little arms. His chest and stomach are toned, he’s got like a twelve pack and I from what I hear around the laundry room he’s trying to bulk up.His eyes are a deep hazel, but masked by sunglasses and his hair is the color of midnight but hidden behind an Texas Longhorns baseball cap instead of falling into his angular face. He’s shirtless and though he’s just started on this side he’s already sweaty. Me likey!I lick my lips my panties are already growing quite damp. I adored watching him. It nearly made me want to lose all my composure and try to get to know him. The most would come of it was a fuck, and I don’t think the reality could beat the fantasy I’d built.I live on the far side of the complex, the last apartment on the second floor. I don’t have anyone living next to me, that apartment has been vacant for a while, and the one just down from that had a whole bunch of junk on the balcony cluttering it up so much I could see over it and whoever lived in the next apartment down couldn’t see me over it. If anyone saw me it would be him but he was on the riding mower with his headphones in I was at the back of the building and it wouldn’t matter if I popped my breasts out later when I got down to it.I watched for a few minutes before untying my dress and letting my breasts fall out completely. I hit the button my vibrating panties sending a gentle buzz to my clit but only enough to frustrate me. I wanted him, I wasn’t going to deny that but making a move could end in disaster, the disaster of rejection, perhaps having to move due to sexual harassment or a quick rough sexual encounter in the laundry room that would shatter my beautiful fantasy.****I’d just gotten out of my first relationship ever, and I don’t think I’m any closer to understanding females. Admittedly, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed but I’m smart enough to know when someone’s interested. There’s a woman who lives on the second floor of the apartment building where I live and work who makes it her mission to watch me on mowing day from her second floor balcony, this has gone on for two years. She doesn’t say much, once I came in and fixed her oven. I learned that she was working at a hospital until she got her online business going well enough that she could devote all her time to it.She was pretty but she wasn’t my usual type. She was a curvy African American woman, and I’d never dated outside my race, she was pretty and smart. And she didn’t know a damn thing about me which made it so cool. The first time I caught her getting off while watching me I got off the riding mower with the hugest boner and ended up jacking off in the tool shed before I could make my way to my apartment. It was the sexiest thing ever. I knew she was older than me, and she seemed adventurous which stopped me from making my move. I’d only been with one girl, and I didn’t think I had much skill in the bedroom. Now when I see her I watch and ride the mower over to my apartment, it’s awesome getting one on the first floor. I take a break and rub one out. When I return she’s usually gone. I made the decision that today I wouldn’t just be an observer, I would do a bit more than that, as soon as I see her untie the top of her dress and those breasts came bouncing out I knew it was time to make my move. I rode the mower closer to the building turned it off got out and took the stairs up to her apartment. I rang the doorbell, waited a few minutes before I heard cursing and shuffling from inside.The look of surprise on her face was priceless her full lips dropped into an O of shock which led my thoughts down another path that involved her lips and a part of my anatomy that was threatening to break my metal zipper if he got no attention.“Sydney right?” I asked.She nodded shifting uncomfortably, too bad she’d tied up her top again I’d have loved to see those huge breasts up close and personal.“You’re Donovan right?” she asked.“Yep,” I said, “Anyway, now that we’ve been introduced don’t you think you could invite me so we could talk.”“Talk?” she asked letting me into the apartment.“You’ve watched me mow this section of grass for the past year,” I said, “And for the last six months I’ve noticed you touch yourself while you watch.”She gasped, “I didn’t know you’d noticed. Could you not bring this to the super.

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