I watch as his massive hand wraps around his equally big dick and he strokes himself. I shouldn’t be trembling as I watch, my belly shouldn’t be heating, and I shouldn’t feel the need to lick my lips at the sight. But I do. My neighbor, who I now know as Heath, is fucking delicious.

He’s right, I have been watching him. Every day after work I watch him workout. He’s lean muscle packed on lean muscle, and I want to lick every inch of his bronze skin. He groans as he continues to pleasure himself, out in the open, in my backyard.

My eyes lift to his and he’s staring directly at me. “Come on over here, Kinsley, or do you want me to come to you?” he asks with a grin.

I shake my head. My feet are planted, but I want him to come to me. I imagine him stripping me down and licking every inch of my body, then I imagine how full that big cock would feel inside of me. I shiver at the thoughts that are racing through my head. They’re downright filthy and this man is a stranger.

His strong forearm veins bulge as he continues stroking himself in front of me. Unable to resist, I lick my dry lips, again. His chest is smooth but he has a smattering of hair from his belly to his cock. He’s more beautiful than any guy I’ve ever seen up close. He looks airbrushed and photoshopped.

“At least let me come on you, Sugar.”

“Where?” I whimper, pressing my thighs together.

Heath smiles and he looks like the Cheshire Cat. “Those big beautiful tits, Kinsley,” he purrs.

My feet move before my brain. I walk over to him, sinking down to my knees and like a complete slut, I whip off my top and bra, baring my chest for him. It’s like my brain has completely shut off, and I’m moving on instincts—on his instructions alone.

“Christ, fuck. They’re better than I imagined,” he growls.

His hand moves a little faster and then he lets out a moan as hot spurts of his cum cover my breasts. I jump slightly, in surprise, as each one lands on me.

Heath sinks to his knees in front of me and his hand presses against my chest. I can’t look anywhere but his golden flaked eyes, as he rubs his cum all over my skin.

“Fuck, Sugar,” he curses. “These are phenomenal.”

I blink, looking down at my chest, then back up at him. “They are?”

It’s his turn to look dumbfounded. “Yeah, Sugar. They’re fuckin’ gorgeous. Can’t wait to get my hands and mouth all over them. Knew you were sexy in your clothes, didn’t realize you were fuckin phenomenal out of them.”

I’m not sure if I should feel offended by his words, or not. I don’t. In fact, I blush. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I admit as my face heats.

Heath leans forward, his lips brushing mine, then he moves and his mouth is against my ear. “You’re about to do a fuck of a lot more, Sugar. Have you eaten yet?”

“As in dinner?” I ask.

“Come over. I’ll feed you, then we’ll do more,” he winks.

I watch as he stands, his full lips quirked up into a smile. “Umm, okay,” I nod.

“Don’t clean your tits off,” he growls. My head jerks back but he continues without missing a beat as he pulls his sweats up his hips. “I’m going to dirty you up again, Kinsley. Then I’m going to clean you, and we’ll start all over.”

Without giving me a chance to respond he turns and walks away, leaving me bare chested, on my knees, and in the middle of my backyard.

“What the fuck?” I whisper. “What in the actual fuck did I just do?”

I pull out the meal that I bought for the night. It’s one of those boxed gourmet things, where they give you all the ingredients and you make it yourself.

I can only eat so much fucking pizza, and I’m personally a shitty cook, on my own, but they give you all the shit and you just throw it together. It works for me and I actually kind of enjoy it.

After a quick shower, I get dinner started. I wait for Kinsley to show. She’s going to be hesitant at first, and it may take her a few minutes, but I know she’ll show. She’ll be too curious and turned on not to.

The chicken is almost ready when I hear my doorbell ring. Hurrying into the living room, I wrap my hand around the knob and yank the door open.

Kinsley is standing in front of me, shifting from foot-to-foot, looking completely nervously sick. “Come inside,” I grin.

She passes by me, and I bite my bottom lip at the sight of her ass as she walks into the living room. “That smells really good,” she whispers.

“Sit down, its ready,” I shrug, waving toward the table.

I actually set it with silverware and shit. I’m a fucking recluse, but I do know how to play host if need be. Especially, if I’m playing host to a sexy woman like Kinsley. I carry the food to the table and set it down in the middle.

“Get you some wine? I have white,” I offer.

She looks from the fancy as fuck looking chicken, to me, then back again. “Okay, yeah, sure,” she says sounding distracted. I fill my one and only wine glass to the top, then grab a beer for myself. “This looks amazing.”

“Don’t get excited. It was one of those meal prep boxes. I just threw all the shit together. I can’t really cook,” I chuckle.

We spend the next few minutes in silence as we start eating. My cock is hard again, anticipating being near her. It wants inside, and so do I. Kinsley clears her throat and starts asking me questions, small talk bullshit, but I indulge her—at least until our dinner is gone. Once our food is consumed she better watch out, the only thing on the dessert menu to eat around here, is her.