[Insider] Neighborhood Encounters Chapter 1 Alpha Draft

Small little March surprise here for you all. The first chapter of Neighborhood Encounters! Detestable Liaisons 3 should follow shortly later this week.

Neighborhood Encounters CH1 isn't as long as a typical Toxic Attraction chapter. My plan is to send you a couple of smaller chapters so you can get a feel for the characters and situation. Once the fun action begins, these will grow into the standard-size chapters you are all used to. So, for now, consider these nice little bonuses like the short stories for my patrons. When the chapters get bigger, it's likely I'll be alternating the releases with TA, but we will see what happens when we get there.

As always, this is an Alpha draft with lots of errors that I'll fix up. Let me know your thoughts and if you have questions, send those over too so I can see if I can address things in the story.

In this chapter, you'll meet Clara, Adam and Burt for the first time and learn what their neighborhood is like. Some other characters are also mentioned in passing that will come into effect later on. There isn't a ton of action in this chapter but I'm putting the pieces on the board. Hopefully your imagination can see where/how those pieces might move towards one another.

Alright, enough from me. Here it is:

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Looking around at 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 presentations on her company’s potential impact on reversing climate change. Adam still remembered the first time she had workshopped this presentation in the living room of their cramped San Francisco apartment. 

Today she was on stage at a climate conference in San Jose, California alongisde other startup CEOs touting the global impact of their projects. In truth, many of these companies were still working in the lab and it wasn’t clear that their technology could scale. These presentations were more of a commerical to raise their company’s profiles and try to lure in investors. Once they got money, they could try to build their companies and see whether or not their solution was even viable. 

“America has millions of acrs of farmland that can be utilized to help capture atmospheric carbon and sequerester it permenantly.” His wife, Clara’s voice came out of the large speakers situated around the room as she walked and talked on stage. Adam had to admit how stunning she looked up there today. She always looked good but today stading up on that stage looking down at the roomful of mostly men, somehow she looked even better. One important thing to his wife was that she be taken seriously. She always wanted to be viewed as compentent, intelligent and professional, which is why she dressed the way she did today. She didn’t want her audience focused on her physical appearance or her beauty. 

Unforunately there was no denying her Swedish genes. Even without makeup she was still the most beautiful woman at the conference. Her high cheek bones paired with her piecering blue eyes were striking. The platinum blonde hair that ran down to her shoulders 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. 

“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 is fairly loose pants like she was wearing now, the material still clung to her ass. Adam watched several men’s eyes drop from the screen to focus on his wife’s ass. Their eyes not longer in the pursuit of knowledge but of a desire to mate. Despite her desire to be taken seriously, Adam knew that deep down Clara liked the attention and the effect she had on men.

Adam shifted in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection. Clara thought he was twisted for enjoying the way other men looked at her. More so for his deeper fantasies which she occassional inludged for him. 

“Eventually the biocarbonate 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 attention away from her chest. 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 biocarbonate will flow into rivers, streams to the coastal ocean where it will be stablized for thousands of years, locking away CO2. It will dissolve and react with calcium carbonate minerals, permentantly 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 balsalt in their operations, creating a new line of revenue of 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 applause. Adam shook his head at several men who were too enthusastic, clearing more enamoured with his wife than her message.

This same group of men made their way to the edge of the stage as Clara was descenending the stairs, vying for their opportunity to talk with her. Adam had seen it before and it was actually a problem Clara had learned to deal with. Men promising to help her out, syngeries between their companies, promises to work together. Invitiations for dinner to discuss things before some middle aged guy would drop some inneudeno or try to make a sloppy move on her. Through these situaton Clara had developed a six sense for who was bullshitting her and who genuielly wanted to help. The guys that rushed the stage were always the bullshitters. Still, the idea of his wife alone in some dark restaurant with one of these guys did play into some of his fantasties. 

As the rest of the crow milled out of the room, Adam stayed put checking his work emails. He needed time for his dick to soften 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 much email you received when collegues found out you just quit and were shitting their pants about the hole you were 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 Japansese business man with animated hand gestures. “I need to borrow my wife,” Adam placed extra emphasis on the word wife as he took his arm in hers, “If you need to reach out, her email is up there on the powerpoint slide.”

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

Clara sighed, “More of the same. Its hard keeping a smile on my face when I just see them eyeing me up. I just want to move forward and get this company off the ground. To make an actual impact. I hate wadding through all these pointless conversations with 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 began to brighten, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Are you sure?” Adam said as they began to walk throug 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 towards the hotel attached to the conference center. “I just want to get out of here so I can stop smiling and work. Lets 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 give Trent those clients and everyone would finally see how inept he truly was. 

“Whats so funny,” Clara pushed the botton for their floor and the elevator doors slide 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 those beautiful lips of her. Clara kissed him back, 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 stepped out onto their floor, 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 to just walk away.”

Adam sighed. It was painful to leave but his workplace was obviouslly heading in a different direction. With new senior leaders and Trent getting elevated over him, it just wasn’t the same. 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.

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

“It’s too bad,” Clara looked at him with a mischevious 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 roleplaying sessions with his wife. She didn’t understand his fantasies but she enjoyed indulging in them nevertheless. 

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

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

“Mostly just California. We went to New York too and obviously have been up and down the west coast. There never seemed to be much for us in the rest of the states. It always seemed soo…”

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

“Thats, ah,” Clara moaned at his touch, “A nice way of putting it. Yes, backwards.”

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

“They just want a star to point to for their new program,” Clara sighed, sitting up to join Adam in packing. “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 house Susie showed us,” Adam thought back to the virtual tours their real estate agent gave them over facetime. The house they closed in Michigan was bigger than anything they could afford in California. Adam was particulary exicted to get Clara into a Bikini for the hot tub and pool that came with the place.

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

“We’ll deal with them as we discover them. It still beats the loud music from the Chan’s 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 forgetten anything he opened the door to the room. “Come on my host Swedish wife, lets get out of here.” He 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 anyway better to do that let the Chan’s hear how well you make love to me.”

***

After passing the third dilapitated barn in the last five minutes, Clara averted her gaze out the car window to the tablet mounted on the dashboard. The GPS said they should be arriving at their new house in the next ten minutes. She just hoped the movers had gotten there before them. 

She glanced back up looking as they based yet another dilapitated old man. She hoped that they weren’t an omen of things to come. Her startup depended on partnershp with local farmers. If she had been offered a grant by Standford or another California Unversity she would had glady stayed in the state. Unforunately only the University of Michigan had offered a grant sizeable enough for her to get started. Still, Michigan has a strong agricutulral industry and it was close to other states that would have plently of farmer. She couldn’t deny that the promixity 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. The way his arms flexed as he gripped the steering wheel. She couldn’t wait to drag him inside their new house.

“I can’t wait. This drive his killing me,” Adam smiled and cast a quick glance her way before focusing back on the road. They’d spent the past few days driving across the country to their new home. While it gave her an opportunity to see farm operations up close in several states the lack of super chargers for their Tesla had proved unnerving several times. Adam had assured her he had done the math and figured out the best locations to stop and charge. She had to admit, he did get them this far without issue. They only had to deviate off their path a couple of times to charge up.

Clara’s phone beeped. She opened it to read a message from Suzie their local real estate agent, “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 made a show of 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 agents before putting her phone away. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to the endless task list she had in front of her. Not only did she need to get a unpacked and set up a new house but they needed to change their addresses over, get Michigan IDs and 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 satilettle campus in Grand Rapids. Her startup was to be the cornerstone of their new carbon program.

“We’re here,” Adam’s said. Clara blinked her eyes, realizing she had begun to doze off. Adam turned the car down a long street with tall trees on both sides. A paved walking path adorned one of the sides. The path broke off into the forest and Clara thought back to the satiellte map of the area and how the paths zig zagged the local forest until they came out in subdivision close by. 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 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 mainroad. The privacy was one of the things that had won Clara over after being surrounded by neighbors in San Francisco. As their Tesla opened on the end of the cul-de-sac Clara scrunched up her nose when she saw the houses on either side of hers.

“What the fuck is that?” Adam said, echoing her own thoughts. There was a total of four lots at the end of the street. The one in the center was theirs, with the moving truck parked in the drive way. 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 but the wood framing was scortched black from fire damage. 

But Adam was talking about the house to the right of theirs. It was an old two or three story house. It had a weird kind of 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 year. The house’s roof looked like it was long overdue for replacing. The trees and bushes in front of the house were overgrown and gangly. There were several old cars in the driveway and on the lawn, some with flat tires and broken windows. A trailer was backed onto the propertly full with 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 filled with a collection of junk.

An old black truck sat in the driveway. 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 testiscales danggling from the truck’s hitch. 

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

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

“Alright,” Adam said trying to put on a happy expression. “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 a fake smile and tried in vein to make herself feel happy inwardly. She shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but she couldn’t imagine inviting guests over only for them to see that. Adam got out of the car and Clara quickly followed. 

As Clara closed her door, the couple 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 and lead into their backyard.

Clara’s eyes were immediately drawn to the large trees the adjorned the back of her property. This was the privacy she wanted. The rest of the backyard looked exactly like what Suzie had down them on facetime. A small garden, a large pool surrounded by concrete, a large wooden deck jutting off the second story and a hot tub set off to the side next to an 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 towards them. “Burt these are your new neighbors. Clara and Adam [Last name].” Clara immediately regretted the outfit she had worn to be comfortable 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 intensly. Clara was used to men looking at her but none had ever looked at her so strongly. 

“Burt,” The man tore his eyes from her to look at her husband. He wiped his had on his coveralls leaving a blackstreak behind before extending his hand to Adam. This looks exactly like the kind of guy who lives in that junkyard.

Adam was tall but Burt stood a little taller. Maybe an inch or half an inch taller. Clara didn’t think he looked fit but there must have been some muscle under his layer of fat. Burt had a wide chest, a large belly and was shirtless under his overalls. Clara briefly wondered if he was entirely naked under them. Sun had clearly damanged the skin on his shoulders and arms.

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

“Clara,” she said extending her own hand. The man let go of her husband’s hand and turned towards her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Adam looked down at his hand, clearly not pleasure 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 great look at now given how close he was standing. His eyes lingered on them, not even prentending it was an 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. Congradulations 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 eye sore 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. “Its 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, grab a shower and relax a bit.”

Burt cast Adam a sly glance, his thumb caressing the back of Clara’s hands for a few more second 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 ‘anythin’’ 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 started a task list in her head of the improvements they would need to make to the house. On the top of it, was building a fence.

***

“I’m beat,” Adam flopped down on the mattress that was laying on the floor of their master bedroom. They’d spent the rest of the day putting boxes into the right room and attemping 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 still didn’t have enough furniture to fill it. 

While Clara spent most of her time unpacking items for the kitchen, he had been setting up his office upstairs. The window there offered a lot of light during the day and he could watched 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 options as they did in California. 

Adam felt his eyes growing 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 was 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 were immediately battling over whether to look at her long toned legs or the tops of her breasts spilling out from the towel.

“How was your shower babe,” Adam said trying to pretend to be non-chalant about Clara’s small little towel.”

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

Hearing another man’s name when Clara was dressed like that 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?”

“It’s time to break in this new house properly,” Adam said laying 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 that was holding the towel in place. Clara stared into Adam’s eyes and she undid the knot, letting her towel drop to the floor. Adam felt his heartbeat in his chest as he marvelled 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 he reflection in the window. Everything on the other side of the window was black, with the sun having set hours ago. It dawned on Adam then 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 tell Clara she was on top of him, tugging at his pants and pushing him down onto the mattress.

***

Burt turned the ratchet one final time, securing the engine into place on dirt bike. He’d picked it up on marketplace earlier in the week from some mom who was junking her kids stuff. She said it didn’t work no more but Burt could tell it just needed to be cleaned up, get a new sparkplug on it and change out the dirty oil. 

He wiped his hands off on a rag before tossing it onto the floor of his garage. His mind kept drifting to the smokeshow that had moved in next door and how great her tits looked in that tank top. Burt made his way into the kitchen and 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 night 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 beside table. Unless he had time to get to the safe and grab his shotgun. Then he’d do some redecorating with em. 

His dad used to always keep the garage door shut. 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 was more important things to take his attention. 

By the time Burt climbed to the top of the stairs he was done is beer. Fuck those were done quick. He’d need to get a case of tall boys next time or get a mini-fridge up here. He’d given Earl an earfull last time he was at his store for only stocking a case of tall buys what were those rainbow Coors cans. Fuck that. He couldn’t be seen drinking 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. He couldn’t even remember how long it or the other stuff piled up in a line against the wall of the hallway had been there. Couldn’t be his parents could it? 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 down 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 toliet, feeling the stream splashing back a bit at him. He’d shower tomorrow sometime.

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 slide 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. It had been awhile since anyone lived there, the light seemed foreign to him. The last owners said that Burt made them uncomfortable but thats just what people said these days. Everyone was to fucking sensitive about everything. Sometimes he wished he never sold that land 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 were his and he wasn’t about to part with em. 

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

She threw he head back in ectasy, loving every minute of riding her husbands 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. 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 if disappoint appeared on her face but it quickly disppeared as she looked back down at her husband, smiling and appearing satisfied. They exchanged some words that Burt couldn’t make out before she got off of 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 onto his bed and closed his eyes reliving what he had just seen. Burt gripped his cock and stroked it, thinking about how that woman’s face would look is she came. He was gonna have to get a chair or something for that patio. His nights from now on just got more interesting.