Dirty Neighbor
A Hook & Ladder 69 Short Story
Glenna Maynard
©2016 Glenna Maynard Dirty Neighbor
Previously Released as part of the Hook & Ladder 69 Anthology The Scratch
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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Chapter 1
Dottie
It’s been exactly six months and nine days since my husband last touched me. Yes, I’ve been counting. I love Jimmy, he’s my moon and my stars, but I need him to desire me as he once did. I’ve tried everything you can imagine to get him to come back to me—to us. Sexy lingerie, role playing, cooking his favorite meal, videos, even tried slipping him the pill. Nothing works. We’ve lost that something, our spark.
Jimmy swears there’s no one else. I’ve even had him tested for low testosterone. Nada. Zilch. Just last night, when he came to bed, I curled my fingers around the waistband of his shorts and exposed him. I ran my tongue down his shaft, I stroked him, teased him, and rubbed my breasts against him, not even a half-salute.
Sure, I’m getting older. But for fuck sake, I am only forty, and I look damn good. I go to the gym three days a week. My tits don’t look a day over twenty. We never had kids. Jimmy and me like to travel too much. But that has been lacking too. Why should I go to all these conventions with him when he won’t even kiss me? I’m at my wit’s end, on the verge of questioning his sexuality. Maybe he no longer desires a woman’s touch. I almost hired him a hooker just to see if it was me or all women. Maybe I should hire him a man. Scratch that. Maybe I should hire one for myself.
I’ve got an itch that my toys just can’t scratch. I need to feel a real man between my legs. My pussy is pulsing with need. I stand by the window, looking at the city surrounding me, wishing and hoping for a man to touch me. I’m so keyed up and horny, just about any man would do at this point.
I spy my neighbor from 5E, OZ, the firefighter. Now there is a man who sets my panties ablaze with need. I feel like a pervert ogling the twenty-four-year-old but that man is gorgeous. Tall with bulging muscles. He could be on the cover of a magazine with them sexy dimples and those intense baby blues. Sometimes I bump into him at the gym. I see him every other day. I usually hear him coming in when I finish cooking dinner. My husband prefers for dinner to be ready and plated when he comes in every night. But this morning he flew out to Tennessee for a convention. My husband is an insurance broker.
I usually travel with him, but I need some time to myself after last night’s rejection. I continue to stare at my neighbor’s hard body as he crosses the street to our building. I imagine what it would be like to scratch my nails down his back as he pounds into me. His well-toned muscles flexing beneath my heated touch.
My thighs squeeze together with anticipation. With OZ on my mind, I pad across the apartment to my bedroom. Getting back in bed to quench my thirst for that tall drink of water my inner sex kitten craves. My sex life is the Sahara and OZ can be my oasis. He’s such a sweetheart. He carried my groceries in last week. I picture his lickable dimpled smile and my nipples harden. I think about that flirtatious tongue of his caressing my points, sucking, and nibbling my pebbled flesh, as I yank on his dirty blond hair.
He always makes a point to flirt with women. That man has a wicked mouth on him. And the revolving door to his bedroom hasn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of us that live on this floor. He entertains lady friends more often than not. I thought he might be in a relationship with the girl he lives with, since Candi moved in first. However, they seem more like roommates on the surface anyway.
Pushing my pajama shorts down I ease my soaked panties off, and reach into the top drawer of my nightstand for my current lover, my rabbit. Poised on my bed with my knees spread, I’m ready for a little action.
Damn it!
My batteries are dead.
I shove my toy back into hiding and sigh.
I need a man.
OZ is a man.
I am struck with a deliciously wicked idea.
Chapter 2
OZ
It’s quitting time after a long day and no action. Not that no incidents are a bad thing. I’m glad there hasn’t been any disasters or major accidents today. I didn’t even fuck anything up, which is saying something. But it’s important that I get shit right the first time, now that I’m off probation. I’m like a damn black cloud, the worst calls seem to come in during my shift. After being on for twenty-four hours I’m ready to get home for some alone time. Candi, my roomie is working tonight, so that means I get the place to myself. Living with a chick is cool. After, I broke things off with Suzy, I needed a place to crash, and Candi offered me the extra room in her place.
Most people would think I’ve fucked Candi, but that chick is cool and she sees through my shit. She probably knows me better than most. We’re best buds, which is something I never thought I’d hear myself say about a hot girl, with sexy ass tattoos to boot. She even took me to get my first ink.
I love my firehouse family, but spending so much time together can test your tolerance of one another. I tend to burn more bridges than I cross. I just like to give them all shit. Normally, I’d be heading out with one of the boys for a drink and a night of chasing skirts. I stepped on a few toes with my crude taunting of Kate earlier. I can’t help it. I love seeing her cheeks flaming like an inferno, it’s sexy. I know I don’t stand a chance with her, and I guess that’s half of the appeal. All the guys think of her like a sister, except me. I’d fuck her. Won’t happen though. I do have some boundaries. I don’t shit where I eat, but I’d never tell her that I respect her. I love the chase too damn much. I love fucking with her.
When McKitty told me I had gone too far, I knew it was time to pack it in and give everyone some space.
I don’t live that far from the station so I walk to work. Being a rookie on the block, I don’t net a lot of hours, and I’m going to have to search for something to fill the gap in my wallet. Ash said he could put in a word for me with the service he works for part time—an escort service. I just don’t know if that’s for me.
I’ve barely stepped off the elevator when I receive an urgent call from my neighbor down the hall, in 1E. When I moved in Candi threw me a small party and all of the neighbors brought a dish. I ended up getting drunk and giving them all my number in case of an emergency. I made a total ass of myself, like I am some sort of Superman.
“Lo,” I answer, digging my keys from my pockets.
“OZ, it’s Dottie, in 1E. I’ve had a bit of an accident and set my kitchen on fire!”
Fuck! I end the call without a word and dash down the hall. I bum rush the red door nearly splintering it from the
hinges. Running past the tan leather couch to the small kitchen to find there’s no smoke, not even a hint of a fire. Scratching my head, I’m sure I’ve busted down the wrong door.
Confused, I turn to leave when my neighbor appears in the bedroom doorway. Dressed in skimpy black panties and a matching bra, she says in a sultry purr, “I never thanked you for last week.”
I have to put my eyes back in my head. She’s Mr. Shafer’s wife. I swallow hard. Mrs. S is fine, like MILF hot. I know she’s a few years older than me but my cock is twitching at the site of her lean body. I’ve seen her at the gym a few times. Married or not I can appreciate how smoking hot she is.
“Um, you’re welcome,” I say awkwardly, unsure of what it was I did to warrant thanks. Most women who know me past twenty-four hours call me for one of two reasons, a repeat performance or to tell me to fuck off. Other than Candi, she’s usually calling for a favor.
I stumble forward, ready to make my exit when she says, “I’m sorry I lied to you about the fire…It’s just, I’m so lonely.”
Shit! I gotta get out of here. If her husband comes home and sees this, it won’t be anything good. It’d be just my fucking luck too. I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall and realize Jimmy is usually home by now. We usually share the elevator on the way up.
“I’ll pay,” she pleads desperately, her bottom lip quivering in time with her shaky voice.
My baby blues must be bugging out of my head. Does she mean what I think she means? I’m afraid to ask but curiosity and my dick get the best of me. I squint thinking I must be crazy. “You want to pay me to fuck you?”
Her meek arms wrap around her torso and the tears start to fall. “Jimmy never touches me. He isn’t attracted to me. I just want to be wanted.” She wipes her eyes, smearing her makeup.
“Damn, don’t cry.” I glance to the open door. “Where’s Jimmy now?”
“On business in Tennessee, until Sunday,” she tacks on.
I will probably regret this but I move to the door, shutting it with my foot. I take a seat on another man’s couch and pat the space beside me, inviting his nearly naked wife to sit next to me.
She saunters across the room, still intent on seducing me. She doesn’t realize I’m already a sure thing. I just want to make sure this is really what she wants.
One night.
No strings.
I’m gonna make her toes curl and her pussy sing my name.
“D, you’re a beautiful woman, and you’re kindhearted. I’m sure he wants you.”
“It’s been six months since I’ve felt the touch and desires of a man,” she reveals, sadly.
I can’t imagine going more than a week, tops. Damn.
Such a shame to see a good woman go unappreciated, and damn if I don’t appreciate a fine woman.
“Look at me.” I grab her face firmly, holding her melancholy gaze. “Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you.” And he would. She always looks good, not that it’s the most important thing, but it sure as hell doesn’t hurt. I see her on my days off, always running errands and doing all the little chores a man should. Like taking out the trash. I see how hard she works at the gym to maintain her physique.
She pulls away. “I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know what came over me. You must think I’m a horrible person. A terrible wife. I’ve never been with anyone but Jimmy. I just—I don’t know.” Her cheeks are flushed a rosy pink and her chest is heaving. I can see that she was already worked up when I came in. It’s time to show her a little fun and passion.
With feather light touches my fingers dance up her arm, brushing her dark tresses behind her ear. “Tell me what you were doing to yourself before I came in Dottie,” I whisper, anticipating her answer.
Her nipples are pressing against the lace trim of her bra, threatening to topple out, begging to be sucked. Her eyes dart to the window that leads to the fire escape. “I was watching you cross the street. I was imaging what it would be like to scratch my nails down your back as you fuck me.”
“Do you watch me often? Do you touch yourself while thinking about my body pressing down on yours?”
“Yes,” she replies so low I can barely hear her faint confession.
“Show me,” I command, getting turned on at the thought of her smooth hands working in and out of her pussy while thinking of me.
“Are we really doing this?” she scoots away, hitting the arm of the sofa.
“You called me, remember? If you want me to go that’s cool, darling. If you want me to stay, then I’m going to fuck you in every room, in your place and mine. If that’s what you want from me.”
“I’ve never had a casual fling.” Her eyes flutter as she purses her lips.
“I don’t need you to love me. Hell, I don’t care if you even like me. This is about two people getting what they want. To be fucked and sated. You can never accuse me of not wanting a good time.” I grin, knowing I’m about to charm her panties off.
Chapter 3
Dottie
I can’t believe I propositioned my neighbor. I’ve really done gone and lost my ever-loving mind. Jimmy would kill me. However, as I sit here staring at this sexy hunk of man—ready, willing, and able to scratch my itch, I know I want him. Even if it’s just this one time, I want him to take me up on my offer. I’m just too chicken to really admit that I want to fuck around on my husband. But after fifteen years of marriage, and only being with one man, one who no longer desires my body…the temptation is too strong to deny.
“Show me how you touch yourself, while thinking of me,” OZ demands once more.
I can’t meet his eyes as I nod okay. I’m so damn nervous, I need a drink. My throat’s dry as I lick the back of my teeth.
“You want something to drink?” I offe,r putting some distance between us as I go to the kitchen.
I grab the first bottle of wine I see from the back of my refrigerator and chug, not caring if he notices. My nerves are kicking in. I take a larger gulp.
Suddenly, OZ is behind me, the heat of his body presses against my backside and I say to myself, “What the hell. I started this, I might as well finish it by following through.” The wine is knocked over on the counter, spilling onto the floor, as he captures my mouth with his.
The warmth of his tongue is welcoming as it greets that of my own. His hands and fingers are roaming my body, searing my neglected bits with every touch. I don’t think about the husband I am betraying, my body has its own ideas, and damn if they aren’t delicious.
Skillful, thick fingers tease at my panty line, flirting with my freshly waxed skin underneath the silk material. He knows how to touch a woman. And I’m a woman longing to be touched. It feels so good to be wanted I could weep. So what if I’m a cheap thrill for him, or a story to tell his firehouse buddies. I already know by the wetness pooling between my legs, it’ll be worth it.
I don’t even remember my legs moving, but we’ve headed across the apartment, and into the bedroom. I only realize that’s where we are because the backs of my knees are hitting the mattress as he shoves me onto it. His thumbs hook under the elastic band at the top of my panties and he glides them over my smooth legs with perfect ease. He snakes onto the bed, as I scoot toward the headboard, trying to ignore the wedding picture staring at me from the dresser. OZ runs his nose along my clit, inhaling my aroused scent. With his hands cupping my butt, his tongue darts out, stealing a quick taste of my essence.
His breath hums against my clit as he comes in for a full lick, running his tongue from the top to the back, and then some. Oh! That feels incredible. My knees squeeze against his ears as he gets down to business. Two fingers are serenading my g-spot as his tongue continues to sweep across my pulsing bundle of nerves.
“God yes, that’s it, don’t fucking stop, OZ.” My eyes are rolling back as my first of many orgasms to come crashes me over the proverbial cliff. My legs thrash as he sucks and licks the juices from my sex.
“Wow,” I breathe out ready to gi
ve him an applause.
“We’re just getting started, D. I’ve got the next two days to fuck you properly,” he promises.
Chapter 4
OZ
It might have been a while since Dottie’s had sex, but that just makes it even better. Her cunt is so tight and gripping my fingers, it’s going to take some extended foreplay to work her up to taking my massive cock. I know it’s big and I’m proud of the one-eyed snake. You don’t have a ten-inch dick like mine and not receive compliments. I know what I’ve got and how to use it. I’m fucking proud of what I was blessed with.
Am I cocky? Fuck yeah. I love pussy and I’m not ashamed to admit I love to fuck. They don’t call me the Pussy Wizard for nothing. I pull her up by the back of her hair as I fist my fingers full of her thick mane. Her mouth collides with mine as she sucks the taste of her juicy cunt from my tongue.
Dottie’s nimble hands tease at my zipper. Leaning back on my calves I allow her to free Godzilla. Her eyes widen at my girth and length. She licks her lips as I tell her to suck it.
She leans forward on her hands and knees while I position myself more comfortably, lying on my back. She’s gazing at me with appreciation.
“Sit on my face D,” I growl at her.
Dottie crawls over my head, brushing my face with her hot cunt. I grip her hips as her tongue licks along my shaft. Her soft lips cap over the head of the beast. Fuck, she is suctioning me so damn tight. She can barely take half of me all the way in before she starts to gag. I suck her hard nub into my mouth and she moans in pleasure.
“I need you inside me now, OZ,” she pleads.
She rolls over next to me and I scoot from the bed to get a condom from my wallet. With my pants at my ankles and my boots still on, I sheath my third leg, ordering her to get on all fours. I want to look at her fine ass when I come. She’s in position ready and willing. I line up my cock with her slit. Just as I’m about to push in, her husband calls out from the living room, “Honey, I’m home!”
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