Erotic Story - The Good Neighbor part I by Tringle

*NOTE, this story is based on my own first encounter with an older man. Names, places, and some details have been changed a little. Enjoy!!

The Good Neighbor [part 1 of 2]
By Tringle

I raced through the door of our Beverly Hills home, just barely snapping the bolt shut behind me as I ripped off my shoes and socks. I sped through the living room and threw open the sliding glass door as I snapped the t-shirt over my head. I wiggled out of my shorts, tossing them aside on the patio as I grabbed a fluffy cotton towel from the porch cupboard. I threw the towel onto the wood lounge chair as I quickly unsnapped my bra and tossed it aside. I pulled my panties down to my ankles just as I leaped from the pools edge into the crystal blue water. Suddenly the water was around me, soft and cool on my naked skin. I moved gracefully, stretching my legs and arms wide as I glided beneath the shimmering surface in three long easy strokes. I emerged at the pools edge, taking a deep breath before pushing off the side of the cement to make a second lap. I have always loved the feel of chlorine water... it seems soft, thicker, and smoother than tap water... I purposely spread my legs wider on my next stroke, relishing the sensation of the cool water invading my most intimate crevices. After a dozen or so laps, I stopped in the middle of the pool. I laid there for several moments, floating on my back, allowing the warm sun
to kiss my now swollen nipples. I inhaled deeply... the smell of chlorine and suntan oil mingling in my nose.

After several more minutes, I emerged up the pool ladder and walked carefully towards my lounge chair and thick cotton towel. After spreading it gently over the lounge, I lay, face down on the cushioned bench, closing my eyes as the sun dried my wet body. I knew it would be another two hours or so before my parents came home... they were both doctors and usually worked very late into the afternoon. I inhaled again, relishing the feel of the sun on my damp skin and hair. "If they came home and found me like this, they would faint" I thought to myself, smiling. If they knew of this daily ritual... I pushed the thought from my head. Instead, I focused on the sheer luxury of this stolen moment... warm, sexy, forbidden. I found my mind fluidly moving
to my most intimate fantasies. Dreaming of firm hands kneading at my virgin breast, hungry lips nibbling at their sensitive peaks. I could almost feel the warm breathe of my imaginary lover licking at my skin... dampness began to form between my legs, my moist skin tingled with goose bumps from every thought. I have always had an incredible imagination. Even before I knew what sex was, I could use my mind to disappear into the most amazing of places. And although I had never felt a real man's touch, I could almost always bring myself to an orgasm by just thinking about what it would be like.

I inhaled deeply again, the erotic thoughts swelling behind my closed eyelids. I was just about to roll over and tug gently at my hungry nipples when I heard him. "Excuse me..." I sat straight up, yanking the soft towel from under me to my breasts, turning in the direction of the side gate. He smiled warmly at me, a kind, gentle smile. He was about the age of my dad, but tan, lean, with thick dark hair and eyes. His muscular form under the tightly fitting blue polo rippled with each
step... he wasn't huge though; it was as if he once worked out daily, but hadn't been to the gym in a few months. His smile beamed two lines of straight white teeth, a tiny dimple forming on the left side of his face. "I didn't mean to surprise you," he started, "but I thought I heard someone next door and wanted to introduce myself." He stepped towards me, his large tanned hand extended in my direction. I sat up completely, checking quickly to make sure the towel covered my naked body. I raised a suspicious eye to him and, still clutching at my towel, and gently shook his hand. "I'm Chris. And you are?"

"Lacey." I said softly, "Nice to meet you." I tried not to sound too sarcastic, although I was a little annoyed at the unexpected company, even if he was extremely good looking. Moving closer to me, he waved at the lounge next to me... "May I?" I nodded politely, moving over slightly to allow him room to sit next to my outstretched legs on the lounge. "I just moved in the day before yesterday," he started, waving a hand in the general direction of the house next to ours. "I was
hoping to steel a moment of your time and..." he hesitated before finishing, "...ah...make friends" he concluded with a funny smile. I smiled back, he seemed like a pleasant enough guy... Although, he seemed completely oblivious to my discomfort, he probably had no idea what he had just interrupted. My heart calmed a bit with the thought.

We sat for several minutes, briefly discussing his new home and the neighborhood. In the course of our conversing, Chris told me he had just recently divorced. "I am so sorry..." I commented softly, "that must be really hard for you." Chris nodded.

"Yeah, a little... it wasn't a very pleasant break up." I nodded sympathetically.

"Do you guys have any kids," I asked, curious about just who would be living next door to us.

"Nah," he started, shrugging his shoulders lightly, "I am not able to have kids." He said, looking down at his lap, suddenly growing silent. After a brief moment, his eyes rose to mine. "What about you? If you don't mind me asking, how old are you anyway?"

I blushed, looking down at my white knuckled hands on the towel, "I just turned seventeen." I nearly whispered, turning my eyes back to his, waiting for his reaction... His jaw dropped, eyes opening wide, before smiling comically.

"Whoa, I didn't see that coming! I was guessing twenty one for sure!" He winked, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks... I could only guess how deeply red they had become. "So, is there a boyfriend I should know about?" His voice seemed to deepen suggestively, making my heart pound in my chest so hard I am certain he could hear it. I nodded "no" as he reached out and patted my now exposed knee lightly. His warm hands sent electric bolts up my leg, making every pore of my skin tingle. "Well, don't be in any rush..." he started softly, "...the perfect guy will come along when you least expect it." His hand stopped patting, but never left my knee.

We continued talking about music, movies, and various other topics, laughing and giggling together while his warm hand continued to massage my knee gently. I felt myself becoming more and more comfortable with his presence, almost forgetting that I was completely naked under the cotton towel I was now holding lightly. "So, you live with your parents?" He asked casually, nodding towards the house.

"Well, if you call it living," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes slightly, "They are hardly ever home... they're doctors." Chris smiled, nodding sympathetically.

"Well, if you ever get to feeling lonely and want someone to talk to, you know where I am." His hand moved higher up my knee, inching towards my thigh. I inhaled deeply, my heart beginning to race in my chest.

"I appreciate that." I said softly, secretly willing his hand to inch up a bit further. As if reading my mind, his hand moved under the towel, his warm fingers forming slow steady circles on the soft moist skin of my thigh... inching closer and closer to my bare virgin pussy.

Chris continued his small talk, as his fingers continued their journey further and further under the blanket, a moisture began to expand between my legs. I found myself spreading my legs wider, ever so slightly, not wanting to deter his wandering fingertips. I smiled, trying my best to keep up with his conversation, the whole while thinking only of the residual tingles his hands were creating on my skin.

Finally, his warm fingertips brushed against my bare pussy lips... I inhaled deeply, unable to withstand a reaction to his exhilarating touch. He smiled shamefully, "Have you ever had anyone touch you here?" he whispered huskily. I would have been so embarrassed at the question if his hands didn't feel so good on my body. I couldn't make my tongue work to respond, so I quickly nodded "no". "What about this," his fingers slipped up and down my moist crack, sending bolts
of electricity coursing throughout my body... sensations flooded me unlike anything I had ever felt before.

"No." I breathed quietly. His warm fingers pushed deeper, moving beyond the tender exterior of my flesh and into my hot moist slit. I panted as his fingers brushed against my hard throbbing virgin clit.

"Have you ever touched yourself here?" He asked huskily, running his thick index finger over the tender erect skin.

"Yes..." I answered, my voice quivering, "but... it never felt like this..." my voice trailed off, unable to keep my eyes open from the intense pleasure. My heart continued to pound in my chest, my brain racing over the excitement his one finger was bringing.

"Lay back, Lacey..." he said gently, almost in a whisper. I found myself responding to his request, lying back onto the hard cold lounge, my legs falling open to him, without hesitation. I closed my eyes, feeling his weight lift from the lounge.. but his fingers never stopped their gentle massage of my hungry clit. The tingles began to build within me... I tried my best to catch my breath, but the intense sensations were driving my mind further and further away from reality.
Chris moved the towel aside, revealing my entire bare body. I moaned, my nipples growing even harder as the air licked at their moist tips. "You have a magnificent body Lacey." Chris breathed, rubbing his other hand up along my flat tummy, "May I taste you?" He asked huskily.

"Yes..please..." I breathed, my head rolling about my shoulders uncontrollably, instinctively thrusting my hips towards him slightly, not wanting the pleasure to subside. I felt his warm lips caress my
thighs and follow the same path as his fingers, closing in on my warm moist pussy. He ran his tongue up and down my slit, making my hips rise to meet his mouth. I opened my eyes slightly, watching as he gently spread the flesh apart, taking his tongue and dancing around my hard pink clit. I moaned, feeling the electric bolts explode around me... my hips bucked uncontrollable as his face buried deeper between my legs, his lips wrapping around my sensitive clit. I threw my head back, a muffled scream leaving my lips as the explosion rocked me. My hands flew uncontrollably to his head, lacing into his dark hair, burying it into my exploding crotch. I closed my eyes, feeling my body tense and then relax over and over and the quaking began to subside.

My breathing slowed, and I opened my eyes to see Chris watching my face closely from between my legs... a funny smile upon his lips. I moved my hands from his head, running my fingers gently down his tanned face. "You are truly incredible." He breathed, moving towards my face. His lips touched mine, I could taste the sweetness of my cunt on his tongue as he probed my mouth gently. I had never kissed a man this way before, so I tried to mimic his tongue's moment with my own... The two moist bodies were dancing in my mouth, one completely absorbed by the other. My heart raced... he pulled away, taking a thick finger and running it gently along my cheek. I could see a large bulge in his shorts... a large wet circle accentuating the tightened material. Chris stood up, pecking my forehead... "I look forward to getting to know you even more, Lacey..." He smiled seductively.

"Me too." I breathed, pulling the towel back over my body as I watched him stand from the lounge and move towards the side gate, disappearing next door.

Mom got home later than expected that evening. I wandered down into the kitchen just in time to see her setting a box of bakery cookies on the counter. She began placing the cookies on a crystal platter, arranging them into an elaborate circle along the glass edge. I smiled... Mom
has never been a baker, but had received a great deal of credit for other people's work in the bakery department. There were many friends of mine who made a huge fuss about how excellent my mother's cooking was... Oh, if they only knew that she didn't own a single cookie sheet!

"Who are those for, Mom?" I inquired, grabbing a golden cookie from the edge, wondering why she was using her most expensive platter. "Our new neighbor," she said, batting at my hand lightly, "He just moved in a day or so ago... I want us to go over and introduce ourselves." She
explained.

It was a good thing she was putting so much attention into her cookie tray, or she would have seen every bit of color leave my face, my eyes bulging with disbelief. My mind raced with flashes of his hands, his moist tongue dancing in and out of my body, the tingles his touch sent up and down my spine. I turned towards the living room, debating on whether I should run or not. "Now don't you go anywhere..." she said, as if reading my mind, "We are going to go over and introduce ourselves as a family." She turned back to the cookies. "There...perfect" she said, balancing the final cookie on the tray. Turning towards the stairs, she called for my Dad, "Honey, are you ready yet?"

I heard a muffled voice echo from above, "Be right down!" I could feel my heart beginning to race in my chest... what if Chris tells them we have already met? How would I explain that? What if they became suspicious? What if they find out what had happened by the pool? What
if...? "Let's go!" Dad said as he stepped off the last step, snapping me out of my trance.

Mom and Dad pushed lightly behind me, nearly propelling me towards the door and up to Chris's entry way. My heart was beating madly in my chest... I was certain anyone who looked at it could see the thump thump thump pushing my t-shirt up and off my chest in a mad frenzy. My
dad stepped onto the porch, reaching out to push the bell. A loud and long chime echoed distantly inside the house. A hope formed in me... what if he wasn't home? Maybe he wouldn't answer! I felt my cheeks burning... "Oh, PLEASE don't answer!" my mind screamed.

Suddenly the lock clicked, and the knob turned as my knees knocked together uncontrollably. The massive wood door flew open and there he was. He was wearing the same blue polo he had on by the pool, but had changed into another pair of dress shorts. He looked even sexier than
before!! He smiled warmly at my dad and then my mom until his eyes fastened on mine. My cheeks burned, and I looked nervously at my feet. Dad said hello and introduced him and my mom. Then, pulling me to his side, his arm wrapping around my shoulder, he announced proudly, "And this shy little beauty is our baby girl, Lacey." Shy?! Yeah, right! My face and neck burned, a cool sweat beginning to break out along my temples, salt drops sliding down the middle of my back.

Chris smiled, "Hello there." He extended his hand towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. I moved quickly to take it... he squeezed my hand firmly, then moved his fingers gently over my palm before releasing me. My breath caught in my chest, my eyes locking onto his. His smile
widened, "It is a real pleasure..." he said, lowering his chin slightly, his eyes piercing through me. Releasing my hand, he quickly turned and shook my mothers... and then my fathers.

They began making small talk about the neighborhood and the sale of his house, much like what we had discussed earlier. I stood quietly next to my father, meeting Chris's gaze every once in a while, sharing a special smile with him as he spoke. After mother presented him with her "homemade" cookies, we said our goodbyes and turned to leave. I hesitated, allowing my mom and dad to retreat first before turning to glance at Chris as he moved to close the door. He paused, balancing the expensive tray on his hips as he smiled at me intensely. He quickly brought his finger to his lips, and blew me a small quick kiss towards me, as the door closed completely. I smiled, then quickly turned hurried into the house after my parents...my heart began to slow in my chest.

The next day I hurried home as fast as my legs could carry me... as soon as I entered the house, I snapped the lock behind me in my usual fashion. Instead of making my normal route towards the pool, I peeled up the stairs to my bedroom. I dove into my drawers, reaching as far back as I could to my secret stash. After routing around for a few moments, I found them. Yanking them to the front of the drawer, I unraveled the crumbled material. It was my sexiest bathing suit... the one I had bought as a dare last summer at the mall... the one my parents could NEVER find. I quickly ripped the clothes off my body, and decorated it with the skimpy material. The top consisted of two tiny red triangles that just barely covered each nipple of my apple sized breasts, my dark areolas peeked out from each side of the material. The bottom was a thong... plunging deep between my ass and widening just towards the front part of my groin... two soft folds of
my bare pussy flesh hung down on either side of the thin strip. With every move the thin material would brush against my young clit...instantly I felt moisture form between my legs.

I posed in front on my long mirror, admiring my shapely body... I ran my hands down my flat tummy, turning in the mirror to see how my firm round ass looked with the plunging red strip of cloth disappearing between the two tan globes. I smiled, pleased with how grown up I suddenly looked in the provocative suit. After quickly brushing my dark curls and applying a small bit of red lip gloss, I grabbed the baby oil and headed out to the pool. I quickly rubbed my arms and legs with the oil, making the sunlight dance off my tanned skin. I laid back on the lounge, pulling a pair of dark sunglasses over my eyes... waiting for him, yearning for him to come and behold my sexy display.

After only a few moments, I heard the gate open and close. From beyond the pool a loud high whistle ripped through the air. I smiled, turning in his direction. He beamed, his eyes dancing over every part of my body... He walked towards me, this time wearing only a pair of black
swim shorts. My eyes danced over his tan muscular body, making my heart pound beneath my chest. He may have been the same age of my father, but that is where the comparisons ended... His broad shoulders were lean, strong, but not obnoxiously muscular. His belly was flat and firm, but still soft, with smooth lines running down his waist to the crotch beneath his low riding shorts. His legs were solid, strong, each muscle rippled as he walked towards me. "He must be a runner," I thought to myself, feeling my body respond to his spectacular form.

As my eyes traveled back up to his eyes, I realized that he had been admiring lustfully, just as I had been admiring him. He sat down beside me as I moved over slightly to make room. "Your mother's cookies were really yummy." He said, quietly. "I wanted to come over and thank you for thinking of me..." his voice softened, practically a whisper... "Is she home?" His eyebrows rose suggestively. I smiled, looking down at the sweaty hands in my lap before meeting his gaze
firmly.

"No, she won't be home for another three hours." I smiled wickedly at him, "Besides, I wouldn't be wearing this if she was..." I hesitated, but finished, "I wore it... for you." I looked away quickly, a bit ashamed of my boldness. When I looked back, his eyes met mine, twinkling in the sunlight, his smile widening.

His hand reached out and tenderly stroked my cheek, pulling the dark glasses from my face. He brought his lips towards mine, slowly running his tongue along my bottom lip before tilting his head fully and darting into my mouth. My heart pounded, my head was spinning around me, I angled my head, allowing him further access into my mouth... not wanting him to stop. He moved closer to me on the lounge, his hands running down the tips of my shoulders and arms. Everywhere his fingers touched, my skin burned with electric sparks. I moaned gently as his
fingers brushed against my breasts... first gently stroking them with the back of his hands and then cupping them firmly. His lips broke from mine and hovered in front of the small material covering my nipple. His thick finger pushed the material aside, allowing him to lick at the delicate skin.

My head rolled back on my shoulders, my body ached for him to touch me. I opened my eyes as his hands shifted behind my back to untie the skimpy suit. I felt my breath quicken, watching his face as my body was unveiled from the sliver of red material. His eyes never left my breast as he tossed the bathing top behind him onto the ground. His eyes darted over my creamy flesh, smiling at my breasts as if looking at some magnificent portrait. Instinctively, I moved my hands to cover, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze... but his hands stopped me gently, his eyes lifting to meet mine. "Don't do that..." he whispered, "You are so beautiful, let me see you..." The huskiness in his voice made me relax back into the lounge. He swung his leg over the lounge, straddling the firm wood surface. I noticed a tented bulge forming under his black shorts, his obvious arousal making my breath catch. He must have realized what I was looking at, because he let out a small laugh and quickly stood back up next to me, tugging off the black material, allowing the shorts to fall to his ankles.

My heart leaped at the sight of his amazing cock. I had never seen one in real life, only in the dirty magazines my girlfriends had given me as a joke. This one was really magnificent! Chris resumed his straddle over the lounge, and I found I could not peel my eyes from his impressive manhood. He moved his hand to mine, gently lifting and placing my palm onto his body. My breathing quickened as I touched his warm soft skin. Chris gently stroked the back of my hand, encouraging me to explore him. My fingers touched the tip of his cock, a clear warm liquid danced at the tip. I swirled it around the massive head gently, I loved how soft his skin was... so warm. I glanced up to his face, watching as my single touch made his head fall back, his eyes
closed, a small smile playing on his lips. I felt myself grow brave as I looked back at his manhood, running my fingers up and down the thick shaft. At the base, I stroked the two furry balls, lacing my fingers through the dark hair before gently stroking back upwards toward the glistening head.. Chris let out a deep moan, my heart began to race as he shifted forward, leaning his thick dick just outside my barely covered entrance.

"No..." I whispered, edging away slightly. Chris paused, his soft fingers ran down my cheek, gently lifting my face to his. He smiled. "Don't be afraid..." he whispered, kissing my lips tenderly, "I promise to do whatever I can to make this special for you..." I don't know why, but his gentle words melted all the fear away, my entire body becoming limp to his touch. I laid back on the lounge, spreading mylegs to him, trusting him to be gentle with me. I closed my eyes,
bracing myself for what would come next... yearning to feel his hands on my steaming flesh once more.

Chris reached down gently and pulled at both sides of my thong, tugging the fabric over my knees and off my legs before tossing it to the ground. He quickly picked up the baby oil I had used earlier, andpoured what I would guess was half the bottle onto my crotch, before setting it back down. Slowly, gently, his warm hands began to message my lower abdomen and bare virgin skin. In slow steady circles, he moved his fingers over my body, sending electric shocks up and down my legs. His hands glided in between my oily pussy lips, separating the thick skin gently as his fingers messaged.

I arched my back and moaned as his sopping fingers found my clit and began to rub over it gently. My legs fell open completely, any residual fear completely forgotten, melting like butter as his hands continued their quest. I could feel him moving closer, his body touching mine momentarily, sending electric chills up my spine. I could feel the head of his magnificent penis rubbing up and down my moist slit... dancing over my clit gently before gliding just inside my
tight hole. His fingers continued their steady circles, warmth spread through me... my clit tingling with each move, longing for his deepening touch. My breath quickened, electric chills rolled more fiercely throughout my body. His pulsing dick slid a bit further into me, my mind was dizzy with pleasure as my orgasm neared. His fingers quickened, rubbing my clit more quickly as my body erupted beneath his touch. I felt his large muscle push completely into my tight opening, as the bolts of excitement exploded. The momentary pain was masked by
the electric pulses from my massive orgasm, I threw my head back and screamed.

I lay there, trying desperately to catch my breath, his rock hard member still impaling my quaking body. I looked down, seeing his massive cock buried deep inside of me between the slick folds of skin. I felt my pulse racing, my heart beating so hard against the inside of my chest I
could hear it echoing in my ears. Chris looked at me intensely, "Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned. I smiled at him and nodded yes. His smiled widened, "How did it feel?"

"Good," I stared, "Really good." He grinned seductively. "Would you like to try again?" I nodded, feeling his hardening cock flick inside my pussy. He pulled my legs over his, locking his arms behind my back and pulling me up to a straddle over him. His lips brushed my ear and neck, his tongue flicking over my delicate skin. "Mmmm... You taste so good..." he breathed. Heat rose to my neck, I could feel my nipples hardening against his warm bare chest.

"So do you..." I whispered into his ear. His cock jumped at my words, making me moan at the tingles it created. His hands grabbed my fleshy ass cheeks, forcing my throbbing erect clit to press against his warm body. My breath quicken again as he slowing rocked me, his warm hands
kneading at my ass cheeks... back and forth, back and forth. With each gentle rock, his deeply buried cock touched a button deep inside of me that I didn't know existed. I moaned with each stroke of that button, every part of my body suspended around the waves of pleasure each move brought. Over and over again we climbed, each gentle thrust of his pelvis making the tingles gyrate throughout my body. My tongue danced at his earlobe, wanting to taste his flesh, desiring only him, as the tingles inside me intensified. I could hear Chris moan lightly as his
thrust became quicker and more powerful, his massive hands gripping my fleshy ass cheeks more firmly with each movement of his thrusting cock. The deep spot inside of me began to quake as our moist skin smacked together with each move, making me moan louder in his ear. As his thrusts quickened even further, my pulsing clit smacked against his now sweaty skin... the combination of the deep flaming tingles inside of me and the now pulsing clit sent massive electricity throughout my body. Suddenly an explosion erupted inside of me, making every pore of my being explode with passion... my head flew back on my shoulders, my body quaked intensely, grinding against his massive cock as I let out another scream. Chris's body thrust into me once more before he too let out a loud moan and I felt a hot flood of fluid rip through my warm depths.

After several moments of several slow gentle rocking, I could feel his body relax inside of me, my own body floating back down to the reality below. He leaned back slightly, his face just inches from my own. "Wow!" I breathed, struggling to regain composure from the intense orgasm. He smiled boyishly, running a finger down my brow, pushing the hair from my sweaty cheeks. He kissed me tenderly, his hot tongue flicking against mine.

"Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you for allowing me the privilege of being the first." I smiled, kissing him back firmly, more confidently, feeling his manhood jump inside of me once more.

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