Neighborhood Encounter - Chapter One

Is two stories in just a handful of days too many? No? Alright. Here is the first chapter of Neighborhood Encounters.

It's short by design. I wanted to introduce you to the characters and setting to give you a feel for where this story might head. The next couple of chapters will likely be similar in length until we get to the real action. Until then, this story won't be a patreon charge.

Once we do get to the more meaty action and these chapters become just as long as Toxic Attraction or Tainted Conception, I plan to release this story monthly and rotate it into the schedule with Toxic Attraction. So, each story will get an update every other month.

That being said, I do have other new things in the pipeline as well :)

Here is your first look at Neighborhood Encounter. I hope you enjoy it!

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Scanning the others in the crowd, Adam couldn’t help but smile. All eyes in the large exhibition room were trained on the stage, where his wife was giving one of her patented, well-rehearsed presentations on her company’s potential impact on reversing climate change. Adam still remembered the first time she had workshopped the whole thing in the living room of their cramped San Francisco apartment.

Today, she was on stage at a climate conference in San Jose, California, alongside other startup CEOs touting the global impact of their varied projects. In truth, many of these companies were still working in the lab, and it wasn’t immediately apparent that any of their technologies could scale. These presentations were more of an extended pitch to raise their company’s profiles and lure investors. Once they got money, they could try to build their companies and see whether their solutions were viable.

“America has millions of acres of farmland that can be utilized to help capture atmospheric carbon and sequester it permanently.” His wife Clara’s voice came from the large speakers around the room as she moved and spoke smoothly on stage. Adam had to admit how stunning she looked up there today. She always looked good, but today, standing up on that stage and looking down at the roomful of primarily men, somehow she looked even better than in any previous talk she’d given. One important thing to his wife, perhaps the most important, was that she be taken seriously. Her constant drive was to be considered competent, intelligent, and professional, so she dressed as she did today. She didn’t want her audience to focus on her physical appearance or beauty if she could help it.

Unfortunately, there was no denying her Swedish genes. Even without makeup, she was still the most beautiful woman at the conference. Her high cheekbones, paired with her piercing blue eyes, were a striking combination. The platinum blonde hair that ran down to her shoulder blades turned a lot of heads wherever she went. Opting for loose-fitting black pants, a white blouse with a black blazer, and heels, Clara thought she wasn’t accentuating any of her natural assets below the neck.

“Not only can basalt improve root systems and increase farm yields, but when it rains, it reacts with the rainwater, converting atmospheric CO2 into dissolved bicarbonate and releasing micronutrients into the soil.” Clara gestured to the screen behind her, showing a diagram of the process. Despite her best efforts, there was no denying how amazing her ass was. Even in reasonably loose pants like the ones she wore now, the material still clung to her ass. Adam watched several men’s eyes drop from the screen to focus on his wife’s backside. Their eyes no longer in the pursuit of knowledge but of an animal's desire to mate. Despite her desire to be taken seriously, Adam knew that deep down, Clara liked the attention and the elemental effect she had on men.

Adam shifted in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection. Clara thought he was twisted for his fascination with how other men looked at her. More so for his deeper fantasies which she had occasionally indulged in for his enjoyment.

“Eventually, the bicarbonate will dissolve,” Sarah said, turning around. Adam could feel the eyes around him snapping back up to her, afraid of being caught looking at her perfect ass. Even without a pushup bra, Clara’s breasts were still naturally amazing, pushing out against the confines of her blouse. She had worn the blazer to purposefully try to draw any unwanted attention away from her chest area. Adam knew better, though. A crowd full of horny men would always fixate on what they wanted to see, no matter how much she tried to dress herself down or cover herself up. “The bicarbonate will flow into rivers, streams to the coastal oceans where it will be stabilized for thousands of years, locking away CO2. It dissolves and reacts with calcium carbonate minerals, permanently depositing them on the ocean floor.”

“A share of the profits are funneled back to our farmer partners to incentivize them to continue to utilize basalt in their operations, creating a new revenue stream for them while improving their crop yields. In this way, we can help transform agriculture operations into carbon solutions.” Clara finished her presentation, and the room erupted into a round of boisterous applause. Adam shook his head at several men who were too enthusiastic, clearly more enamored with his wife’s appearance than her message.

This same group of men made their way to the stage's edge as Clara descended the stairs, vying for their opportunity to talk with her. Adam had seen it before, and it was a problem Clara had learned to deal with. Men promising to help her out, synergies between their companies, and promises to work together. Over the years, she’d received several invitations to dinner to discuss things. On all of these occasions, the middle-aged guy across from her would drop some crass innuendo or try to make a sloppily considered move on her. Through these ordeals, Clara had developed a sixth sense of who was bullshitting her and who genuinely presented a real opportunity. The guys that rushed the stage were always the bullshitters. Still, the idea of his wife alone in some dark restaurant with most of these guys did play into some of his fantasies.

As the rest of the crowd milled out of the room, Adam stayed put, checking his work emails. He needed time for his dick to soften and his pants to stop tenting before he could stand up. A smile spread across his face as he looked at the panicked emails filling up his inbox. It was funny how many emails you received when your colleagues found out you just quit and are shitting their pants about the hole you’re about to leave.

Well, you should have given me that promotion instead of that asshole Trent. Adam stood up and put his phone into his pocket. Clara caught his eye as she talked to one of the few remaining men at the base of the stage. Her signal that she needed to be rescued.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Adam said, interrupting Clara’s polite conversation with a Japanese businessman with animated hand gestures. “I need to borrow my wife,” Adam emphasized the word wife as he took his arm in hers, “If you need to reach out, her email is up there.” He pointed to the screen where Clara’s public email address shone in large font.

As they moved out of earshot of the disappointed gaggle of men Adam asked, “So anything worth pursuing there or more of the same.”

Clara sighed, “More of the same. It’s hard keeping up my game face when I just see them eyeing me up. I really want to move forward and get this company off the ground. To make an actual impact. I hate wading through all these pointless conversations with horny little men who look at me like a piece of meat.”

“That’s what we’re doing,” Adam said, holding the door to the hallway open for his wife, “With the big move across the country, it’ll change everything. I promise.”

“I know,” Clara’s face brightened, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Are you sure?” Adam said as they began to walk through the crowds of people, hurrying to other talks. “We haven’t hit the expo floor yet. Aren’t there other talks you want to attend?”

“Yes but I can catch the recording afterwards,” Clara said, pulling on Adam’s arm. She directed them toward the hotel attached to the conference center. “I just want to get out of here so I can stop smiling and work. Let’s take the early train back home and finish packing up.”

“Alright baby,” Adam said as they moved towards the hotel elevators. He pulled out his phone to check the time. It was after lunch, and his stomach was starting to growl. More notifications came in from his workplace. Environmental consulting was becoming a big industry, and several of Adam’s clients weren’t happy that he was leaving. Maybe the firm would put Trent in charge of those clients and everyone would finally see how inept he truly was.

“What’s so funny,” Clara pushed the button for their floor, and the elevator doors slid closed. Adam hadn’t realized he had been smiling.

“Just watching the flurry of panicked emails from work,” Adam smiled and pulled Clara in close. Now that he had her alone, he wanted to kiss her beautiful lips. Clara returned the kiss eagerly, her lips lingering on his. He felt his dick stirring again being so close to her body, having her attention solely focused on him. The elevator door opening interrupted their moment, and the couple recovered, stepping out onto their floor and making their way to their room.

“Are you sure you’re okay with quitting?” Clara asked him as they walked down the hallway. “You practically helped build that place. It must be hard just to walk away.”

Adam sighed. It was painful to leave, but his workplace was heading philosophically in a different direction. With new senior leaders and Trent getting elevated over him, it just wasn’t the same as when he’d started. Besides, he couldn’t actually have Trent as his boss. No way. Besides, Clara’s company was taking her across the country, and he wasn’t about to do the long-distance thing. There was no telling what that could lead to.

“It sucks, but things have changed there. It’s time for me to move on. Besides, I’m looking forward to this adventure of ours in Michigan.” Adam swiped the keycard on their room door and opened it.

“It’s too bad,” Clara looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. Does that mean we are going to have to leave Trent behind, too?” Adam gulped as Clara walked into the room. As much as he hated Trent in the workplace, the idea of a workplace rival created some intense role-playing sessions with his wife. She didn’t understand his fantasies, but she enjoyed playing to them nonetheless.

“I’m going to miss California,” Clara took off her heels and layed on the bed, closing her eyes. “What’s Michigan even like? I know there’s a respected law school there but I’ve never been.”

“Your parents stuck mainly to California ever since you guys moved in-state, huh?” Adam sat on the edge of the bed and started to massage Clara’s feet. She moaned lovingly in appreciation.

“It was mostly just California. We did live in New York as well and obviously have been up and down the West Coast. There never seemed to be much for us in the rest of the states. The flyover states always seemed so…”

“Backwards?” Adam ground his thumbs into the balls of her feet.

“That is, ah,” Clara moaned at the new pressure of his touch, “A nice way of putting it. Yes, backward.”

“Well, at least we won’t have to venture too far outside of Grand Rapids,” Adam finished her foot massage and started to pack his bag. “The University of Michigan is lucky to have you.”

“They just want a star to point to for their new program,” Clara sighed, sitting up. She didn’t want to fall behind Adam while packing to leave. “Still, their grant will help me get this company off the ground. It’s the best path forward.”

“Let’s focus on the positives. We get home and finish packing up, and then we are out of that cramped apartment and get to move into that big colonial Susie showed us,” Adam thought back to the virtual tours their real estate agent had given them over Facetime. The house they’d closed on in Michigan was bigger than anything they could afford here in California. Adam was particularly excited to get Clara into a bikini for the hot tub and pool that came with their new place. The bedroom alone was bigger by half than their current living room.

“I just wish we could have seen it in person,” Clara said, zipping her bag up. I hope it’s just as wonderful in person as it looked on video. There are probably a lot of things wrong with it that we couldn’t even see.”

“We’ll deal with them as we discover them. It still beats the loud music from the Chans below us, doesn’t it? We’ll be able to figure things out.” Adam said.

He checked around the hotel room one last time. Confident they hadn’t forgotten anything he opened the door to the room. “Come on my hot Swedish wife, let’s get out of here.” He playfully grabbed a handful of her ass as she passed by him.

“Take me home, my American husband. We need to properly say goodbye to our apartment.” She leaned in and whispered, “And I can’t think of any better way to do that than letting the Chans hear how well you make love to me.”

***

After passing the third dilapidated barn in five minutes, Clara averted her gaze out the car window to the tablet mounted on the dashboard. The GPS said they should arrive at their new house within ten minutes. She just hoped the movers had gotten there already. They’d used the virtual layout of the home to mark which boxes went where. Some might want to start out with an empty space, but Clara didn’t mess around when there was time to be saved.

She glanced back up, seeing they were passing yet another dilapidated old barn. She hoped that they weren’t an omen of things to come. Her startup depended on partnerships with local farmers. She would have gladly stayed put if Stanford or another California University had offered her a grant. Unfortunately, only the University of Michigan had made the grant generous enough for her to get started. Still, Michigan had a strong agricultural industry, and it was close to other states that would have plenty of farmers. She couldn’t deny that the house’s proximity to farms would be advantageous, at least early on. Once things were up and running maybe they could relocate back to California but for the next few years, she needed to roll up her sleeves and get things started here.

“We’ll be there soon,” Clara said, looking over at her husband. She loved watching him drive, staring at the window, determined to get them to their destination. She loved the way his arms flexed as he masterfully gripped the steering wheel. She couldn’t wait to drag him inside their new house and break in their new mattress.

“I can’t wait. This drive is killing me,” Adam smiled and glanced her way before focusing back on the road. They’d spent the past few days driving to their new home across the country. While it allowed her to see farm operations up close in several states, the lack of superchargers for their Tesla had proven unnerving several times. Adam had assured her he had done the math and figured out the best locations to stop and charge. And she had to admit, he had gotten them this far without issue. They’d only had to deviate off their path a couple of times to charge up, and even then, Clara had appreciated the different rural areas they’d seen that had accommodated their electric car.

Clara’s phone beeped. She opened it to read a message from Suzie, their local realtor, “Suzie says the movers arrived a couple of hours ago and are just finishing up. She is going to wait inside with our key.”

“That’s exciting. I can’t wait to fire up that hot tub. My back needs it after this drive,” Adam said, flexing his neck and moving his back around in his seat.

“I just want to get unpacked and settle in. I hate moving.” Clara texted a response back to the real estate agent before putting her phone away. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to the endless list of tasks ahead. Not only did she need to unpack and set up their new house, but they also needed to change their addresses, get Michigan IDs, and do everything else that went along with moving. That didn’t even begin to touch the mountain of things she needed to do on Monday when she would meet with the staff at the University of Michigan’s satellite campus in Grand Rapids. Her startup was to be the cornerstone of their new carbon emissions reduction program.

“We’re here,” Adam said. Clara blinked her eyes, realizing she’d begun to doze off. Adam turned the car down a long street with tall trees on either side. A paved walking path adorned one of the sides. The path broke into the forest, and Clara thought back to the satellite map of the area and how the paths zig-zagged the local forest until they came out in a subdivision nearby. She couldn’t wait to get a run in and explore the new neighborhood. Clara beamed as she saw their house at the end of the street. It was a large two-story building with big, beautiful windows, a brick exterior, and an attached two-car garage.

Suzie had assured them that this was a private cul-de-sac set back far from the main road. The promise of privacy was one of the things that had won Clara over after she had felt surrounded by neighbors on all sides in San Francisco. As their Tesla rounded the end of the cul-de-sac, Clara scrunched up her nose. There were houses on either side of her new home.

“What the fuck is that?” Adam said aloud what was going through her mind just then. There were a total of four lots at the end of the street. The one in the center was theirs, as evidenced by the moving truck parked in the driveway. To their left, it looked like construction had started on two other homes. One was just a foundation, while the other one was partially built, and the wood framing was charred black from fire damage.

But Adam was talking about the house to their right. It was an old two or three-story house. It had a weird elevated spot in the roof at the back that made it look taller. It was far older than their new house, which had been built sometime in the last few years. This other house’s roof looked like it was long overdue for replacement. The trees and bushes in front of the house were overgrown and gangly. Several old cars were in the driveway and on the lawn, some with flat tires and broken windows. A trailer was backed onto the property, full of random metal items, including a fridge, a lawn mower, and other metal items Clara couldn’t identify. As they drove past, Clara could see that the garage was open and mostly filled with a collection of junk.

An old black truck sat in the driveway. It looked raised higher than normal. She didn’t think you could buy them that way. Rust was eating away at the metal around the wheel wells. The passenger door was painted white, and the bed of the pickup had a tarp over it, hiding who knows what beneath. A decal on the rear window had the Ford logo with the text ‘Eating Dodges, Shitting Chevys.’ Clara felt her nose turn up when she saw the large pair of metal testicles dangling from the truck’s hitch.

“That house was blocked out on Google Maps, dammit,” Adam said as he pulled their Tesla into the driveway. “Jesus, we’re going to have to look out at that junkyard every day.”

Clara sighed, “I guess that’s the first issue we’ve discovered with this house. Great.”

“Alright,” Adam said, taking a breath and trying to act happy. “Let’s not let it bug us too much. Let’s go inside and get the keys from Suzie.”

Clara followed her husband’s lead and put on her game face and tried in vain to make herself feel inwardly content. She shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but she couldn’t imagine inviting guests over, only for them to see that heap. Adam got out of the car and Clara quickly followed.

As Clara closed her door, she could hear voices coming from their backyard. She exchanged a quick look with her husband, and they made their way around the side of the house. The path was paved with mortar stones and led into their new backyard.

Clara’s eyes were immediately drawn to the large trees at the perimeter of the back of her property. This was the privacy she wanted. The rest of the backyard looked exactly like what Suzie had shown them on Facetime. A small garden, a large pool surrounded by a concrete patio, a large wooden deck jutting off the second story, and a hot tub set off to the side next to a covered porch-type area. The only thing out of place was the large, dirty man in denim overalls standing in her yard talking to Suzie.

“Ah, here they are,” Suzie said, gesturing to them to come over. “Burt, these are your new neighbors. Clara and Adam Harrison.” Clara immediately regretted selecting the outfit she had worn for comfort on the drive. As Suzie and Burt walked over to them she felt the large man’s eyes scanning her body up and down. His gaze fell to her tight Lululemon pants and stopped hungrily at her chest which was concealed by a thin tank top. Finally, his eyes moved off her breasts and to her face where he stared into her eyes intently. Clara was used to men looking at her, but none had ever thoroughly ogled at her so deliberately.

“Burt,” The man tore his eyes from hers to regard her husband. He wiped his hand on his coveralls leaving a long black streak behind before extending his hand to Adam. This looks exactly like the kind of guy who’d live in that junkyard.

Adam was tall, but Burt stood a little taller—maybe an inch or half an inch over his new neighbor. Clara didn’t think he looked fit, but she didn’t discount the fact that there may have been some muscle under his prominent layer of fat. Burt had a wide chest and a large belly and was shirtless under his overalls. Clara briefly wondered if he was entirely naked under them. The sun had clearly damaged the skin on his shoulders and arms.

He had a rough-looking face that seemed to be holding back a scowl. His greasy gray shoulder-length hair looked unkempt, sprinkled with some brown streaks that matched the stubble growing around his face. The facial hair around his mouth was more pronounced, forming what she thought was still called a handlebar mustache. The hair was thick under his nose and next to his mouth, and then it went down in two lines to his chin, stubble in between.

“Clara,” she said, extending her own hand. The man let go of her husband’s hand and turned towards her. She saw Adam look down at his hand out of the corner of her eye, clearly not pleased with whatever residue was left on it. His thick palm closed around hers.

“Clara,” he said as he shook her hand and looked down into her eyes. His gaze obscenely shifted to the tops of her breasts, which he could get a personal look at now, given how close he was standing. His eyes lingered on them, not even pretending it was by accident. He was standing so close that Clara could smell him. He smelled like a mixture of the outdoors, motor oil, smoke, and sweat. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Here’s your keys!” Suzie leaned forward and handed Adam a keyring with several identical keys on it. “I left some paperwork on the counter in the kitchen. The movers are just finishing up. I’ll leave you two to settle in, but call my office if you need anything. Congratulations again!”

Before Adam or Clara could respond, Suzie was around the corner of the yard, heading to her vehicle. Clearly she didn’t want to talk about the giant omission of an eyesore and neighbor she had neglected to mention when showing them the house.

“Well, now, where y’all comin’ from?” Burt said, still holding onto Clara’s hand. He had stopped shaking it. His thumb was now gently caressing the back of her hand.

“San Francisco,” Adam said in a commanding voice, obviously aware of Burt’s gaze and lingering hands. “It’s taken us a few days to get here, and we just finished several hours of driving. It was great to meet you, Burt, but if you don’t mind, we want to check out our new house, shower, and relax.”

Burt cast Adam a sly glance, his thumb still actively stroking the back of Clara’s hand for a few more seconds before pulling away. “Well, it's been right nice meetin' y'all. You lovebirds make yourselves at home. I'm just next door, only other house 'round here. Holler if y'all need anythin'."

He glanced at Clara as he said the last word and moved past the couple, over the lawn towards his house. Burt looked back at the couple and said, “Oh, and don't forget 'bout the upstairs shower, got some fine water pressure up there.”

Clara and Adam watched the man disappear into the maze of cars on his lawn before he disappeared from sight in the cluttered garage. “We’re gonna need to build a fence,” Adam said, crossing his arms.

Clara had already started a task list in her head of the improvements they would need to make to the house. Building a fence had just topped it..

***

“I’m beat,” Adam flopped down on the mattress on the floor of their master bedroom. They’d spent the rest of the day putting boxes into the right room and attempting to start unpacking. He was surprised how much shit they had brought from their cramped apartment in California. Still, this house was big, and they didn’t have enough furniture to fill it.

While Clara spent most of her time unpacking items for the kitchen and her office, he had been setting up his smaller office upstairs. The window there offered a lot of light during the day and he could watch the street if he got bored. They’d worked at unpacking well into the evening and ordered pizza from some local joint. It was alright but they didn’t have as many vegetarian topping options as they did in California.

Adam felt his eyes grow tired. It was the first time he had stopped moving in hours. He could hear Clara moving around in their new ensuite bathroom, blow-drying her hair. Even though it had gotten late, she had insisted on showering before bed.

As Adam felt the pull of sleep starting to win out, the bathroom door opened. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before they threatened to jump out of his head. Clara was standing there wearing nothing but a small little towel.

“Our other towels are still packed away somewhere. This is the only one I could find,” Clara said as she walked into the room. Adam’s eyes immediately fought over whether to look at her long, toned legs or part of her breasts spilling out from the towel.

“How was your shower, babe?” Adam asked, trying to pretend to be nonchalant about Clara’s half-sized towel.

“Well, Burt was right, the water pressure up here is great. Felt really good on my back,” Clara laid out her pajamas on the mattress.

Hearing another man’s name when Clara was undressed as she was immediately got his cock as hard as a rock. Was she thinking about Burt in there while she showered? What did she think of that guy? They still hadn’t really talked about anything. They’d just gotten to work unpacking. Also, how the fuck did Burt know about the shower’s water pressure?

Adam leaned over the mattress and tugged on her towel, “Come here.”

Clara bit her lip and looked at him suspiciously, “What exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Harrison?”

“It’s time to break in this new house properly,” Adam said, lying back on the mattress.

“Hmmmm, oh really?” Clara said as she moved around the room, eyeing her husband. She playfully ran her hands up her body to the knot holding the taut towel. Clara stared into Adam’s eyes, and she undid the knot, letting her small towel drop to the floor. Adam felt his heartbeat in his chest as he marveled at his wife’s naked form. For the millionth time, he thanked god for his good luck at landing a woman like her.

Clara moved towards him on the bed, and Adam caught the reflection in the window. Everything on the other side of the window was black, with the sun having set hours ago. Adam then realized that their bedroom window was facing Burt’s house. They had been so busy unpacking that they hadn’t had a chance to put up any blinds yet.

Before he had a chance to alert Clara to this, she was on top of him, tugging at his pants and pushing him down into the mattress.

***

Burt finally turned the ratchet, securing the engine onto the dirt bike. He’d picked it up on the marketplace earlier in the week from a mom who was junking her kids' stuff. She said it didn’t work anymore, but Burt could tell it just needed to be cleaned up. Get a new spark plug on it and change out the dirty oil, and she’d be good as new.

He wiped his hands off on a rag before tossing it onto his garage floor. His mind kept drifting to the smokeshow that had moved in next door and how great her tits looked in that tank top. Burt entered the kitchen, grabbed a Budweiser from the fridge, and took a long pull from it. It must be late. He always lost track of time out in the garage, but the moon was high now.

As he moved through the living room, he realized his garage door was still open. He couldn’t be bothered to go back and close it. It didn’t feel like rain, and he left it open most nights anyway. It was safe out here. He rarely locked his doors. If someone wanted to get in, they’d get in whether it was locked or not. Besides, if someone really meant him harm well they’d meet the business end of the revolver in his bedside table – unless they gave him time to get to the safe and grab his shotgun. Then he’d do some redecorating with ‘em.

His dad always used to keep the garage door shut. He said it kept the mice out, but they’d long since taken up residence in the walls, and he wasn’t about to try to tackle that—not when there were more important things to take his attention.

By the time Burt climbed to the stairs, he was done with his beer. Fuck, those went quick. He’d need to get a case of tall boys next time or get a mini-fridge on up here. He’d given Earl an earful last time he was at his store for only stocking a case of tall boys that were those rainbow Coors cans. Fuck that. No man drank that. Bud it was.

He crushed the can in his hand and placed it down with the rest on a box in his hallway. He’d forgotten what was in the box and couldn’t be bothered to look in it to find out. He couldn’t even remember how long it had been there. For that matter, there was a whole line of other stuff piled up against the hallway wall he had no idea about... Could it be his parents’ stuff? Maybe? Who fucking knows.

Nature called, so Burt stepped into the small bathroom off the hallway. He flicked the light switch but nothing happened. Fucking lightbulbs. He’d forgotten to replace this one, but he wasn’t about to go back to the garage. That’d be something for tomorrow. There was always something. Burt unbuckled his overalls and let ‘em fall down to his calves. He leaned forward and started pissing into the toilet, feeling the stream splashing back a bit at him on his now bare shins. He’d shower tomorrow sometime. Maybe.

Burt finished his business and stepped out of his overalls, leaving them where they were. They were already covered in grease, and Casper, his cousin, was coming over tomorrow with his truck. No point in washing em. Burt washed his hands and headed for bed. In his room, the moonlight shone across the small patio deck outside. He never did take a look at it in the garage.

He passed by his unmade bed and stepped over to the sliding door. He slid it open and stepped out into the night, buck naked. Sometimes, he liked to howl at the moon, but another sight caught his eye.

Light coming from the house next door caught his attention. It had been a while since anyone had lived there, and the light seemed foreign to him. The last owners said that Burt made them uncomfortable, but that's what people say nowadays. Everyone was too fucking sensitive about everything. Sometimes, he wished he had never sold his land to that developer guy, but he did like the paved road that came with it. Too bad they’d never get those other houses built. Still, the wood was his, and he wasn’t about to part with it.

Burt’s eyes gazed into his neighbor’s bedroom window, and he felt his cock begin to stand at attention. Jesus fucking christ, he thought, would you look at that.

The stacked woman with the white-blonde hair was vigorously riding her husband. She was naked. So they are real, Burt was staring at the woman’s generous breasts as they swayed. He couldn’t remember either of the couple’s names but wouldn’t forget this sight. Their houses weren’t more than thirty or forty feet apart, but Burt had a higher vantage point and could see perfectly down into their room from here.

***

“God, you feel so good,” Clara moaned, squeezing her eyes closed. She focused on the feeling of Adam’s dick inside of her as she rode him. She loved being in this position, being the one in control of their lovemaking. She loved the other positions, too, but couldn’t always get off in them. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy them. She just wished Adam was a bit more….

“I love this view,” Adam grunted, his hands running up her thighs until they clasped her ass cheeks. His touch sent shivers up her spine. Knowing his eyes were glued to her naked, swaying breasts, which tickled a part of her brain that she hadn’t fully explored. Being watched.

Even though she was exhausted from their long drive, she wanted this. She pushed away her lists and the tasks that needed to be done. She just wanted to focus on this feeling and the hopeful impending explosion.

She needed Adam to thrust up into her harder. She wanted him to just fuck her senseless, lift his hips off the bed, flip her onto her back, and take her. She needed to push him over the edge. She could feel her orgasm growing closer, but she needed Adam to push her to that place.

She knew what turned him on. The surefire way to make him thrust harder into her. To stroke the fantasy that he was so ashamed of.

“I wonder what it’s like to work under Trent now?” She said and squeezed her husband’s dick as tightly as she could with her pussy, trying to prevent any movement. “Do you think he rides his team harder now that he is the boss? I wonder what it would be like….to be ridden by Trent.”

“Ah, fuck Clara,” Adam gritted his teeth. His hips pushed off the bed, his dick pushing harder into her. She felt it slide across the sensitive nerves inside of her.

“Shit. Fuck. Ah,” Adam grunted.

Clara had miscalculated. She had pushed her husband over the edge too early before she could enjoy herself fully.

***

Burt saw her throw her head back in ecstasy, loving every minute of riding her husband’s dick. Damn, she looked good. Her naked skin looked unblemished. The way her face was contorting. Burt reached down and started to stroke his cock, his eyes fixed on his new obsession. He’d give anything for the chance to break her in properly and welcome her to the neighborhood. Casper was gonna be jealous when he came by tomorrow.

The woman’s body started to move frantically, looking like she was desperate to cum. Burt increased his own pace, stroking his cock with urgency. He wanted to see her cum, to know what she looked like when she did. Burt saw her body lurch and slow.

From Burt’s perspective, the beautiful woman opened her eyes and was still staring right at the man beneath her. She began speaking, but Burt had no idea what she was saying. Her husband’s hand gripped her hips, and his body seemed to tense and then relax. That wasn’t it.

She couldn’t have cum. A flash of disappointment was apparent on her face. It quickly disappeared as she looked back down at her husband, smiling and satisfied. They exchanged words that Burt couldn’t make out before she got off him and headed to the bathroom.

Burt was left holding his cock in his hand, watching the man lay naked on his back. Fuck that. He didn’t drink no rainbow beer. He went back inside, laid back on his bed, and closed his eyes, re-living what he had just seen. Burt gripped his fully erect cock and stroked it, thinking about how that woman’s face would look as she came. He was gonna have to get a chair or something for that patio. His nights from now on just got more interesting.