The Man Next Door (Would You Sleep With Your Neighbor?)

Celeste had enough of those bittersweet memories of her ex. She was ready for a change and that went for everything. She got a new job in a new city with a new place. She was ready for change in every sense of the word, but what she wasn't ready for was the sweet sexy chocolate fineness of a man living next door.

His name was Mark.

He wasn't the tallest man Celeste had ever seen or even the finest for that matter, but there was just something about him that had her heart racing. It was the way he walked towards her, his broad shoulders arched back confidently. His full, plump lips and ivory white smile. His smooth midnight skin, which seemed to glow in the summer sun.

Celeste was so enamored by what her eyes beheld that she didn’t even notice that this Adonis had said, “Hello.”

“Not the talkative type, I see," he said, extending his hand to introduce himself. "I'm Mark."

"Oh, I'm sorry, my mind was somewhere else,” she said, raising her hand to reach his. “I'm Celeste. Hello, Mark is it?"

“Yes, the name’s Mark.”

“Okay, very nice to meet you,” she smiled.

“I saw you moving in a couple days ago and just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” he said. “I live right across the street, so if you ever need anything, and I mean anything, I'm just a knock or two away."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, before waving goodbye and entering her apartment.

Once inside, Celeste snickered to herself. As if the first "anything" wasn't enough?

She pretended not to notice the five-point inspection Mark gave her. Ass, breasts, face, smile and hair in that exact order. She’d told herself to take a break from men altogether but that didn't stop her from doing her own eyeing. Mark’s fitted slacks looked to imply he had a lot more than a helping hand to offer.

As the months passed, Celeste and Mark exchanged greetings whenever their paths crossed. Their conversations usually centered around current events or the weather, but there was always an underlying hint of flirtation from both sides.

It never went passed that.

Well, not until this one Friday night. Celeste had just come in from a long day at work. Her shoes, bra and pants came off as soon as she walked through the door. She barely took three steps before there was a knock at the door.

"What now," she thought to herself, turning to open the door, not even caring who was on the other side. To her surprise, it was Mark, standing there in all his chocolate goodness, while Celeste was in nothing more than a shirt and panties.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Celeste,” Mark began, trying not to stare too hard at her exposed goodness. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No,” she responded, adjusting her shirt. “I just got in and couldn’t wait to get out of my work clothes and figure out what I’m going to make for dinner. What’s up?”

“Oh, I actually just finished cooking and wanted to know if you wanted a bite to eat,” Mark said.

"How thoughtful of you,” she beamed. “That sounds fabulous just as long as we eat here because the last thing I want to do is put my shoes back on.”

“Well, you’re in luck, I have a plate for you right here,” Mark said, raising the plastic shopping bag he had in his hand.

“Someone’s on point,” said Celeste, opening the door wider for Mark to enter. “Come in and make yourself comfortable.”

"It must've been a long day," Mark said, as he crossed her threshold. “But you still look amazing.”

“Thank you,” she blushed. “Let me go put something else on…”

Before she could even finish, Mark interjected. Not with words but a soft, passionate kiss. His masculine hands gripped her waist and pulled her into him. She could feel his budding erection blooming against her stomach. As much as Celeste wanted to resist, she couldn’t. She had dreamt of those succulent lips against hers from the moment she first laid eyes on them.

Still, no matter how much she wanted this and how long it had been since she had felt the warmth of a man, Celeste was not the kind of woman to just hop in bed with a man she knew in passing. She had to at least pretend to play hard to get.

Pulling away from his tender lip lock, she grasped for air and announced: "I’m not about to get naked with you."

"That's okay, you can keep your clothes on," he smirked.

“Wh-what?”

Before Celeste could even muster up a protest, she found herself once again entranced by Mark’s ravenous lips. As his agile tongue worked its way in and around her mouth, it felt like they were already screwing.

Mark kissed her slowly, nibbling on her bottom lip and devouring the nape of her neck. It was driving Celeste wild and he knew it.

The only thing that felt better than Mark’s kisses where his hands, which worked their way around Celeste’s body as if they’ve traveled her curves all their life. He palmed her ass tightly as if it was already his. In that moment it was and anything else he wanted from her.

Celeste was his for the taking.

Mark hoisted Celeste up into the air and placed her on the kitchen counter. Slowly, he started sucking, nibbling and licking her hard nipples through her blouse. He paid equal attention to each of her breasts, before forcing them together and suckling on both nipples at the same time.

Right when the sensation was getting to intense for Celeste, he moved on to her other erogenous zones.

While Mark sprinkled kisses on her neck, Celeste reached down to feel what he was working with in those jeans. Just as she suspected months earlier, Mark had much more than a warm handshake to offer.

He was hard as a rock and Celeste was ready to explore his terrain. She unzipped his jeans and eased let her hand inside. She caressed and squeezed his dick, while he began to nibble on her ear and neck. She continued playing with his dick until she felt his pre-cum against her fingertips.

Mark held back a muted moan as Celeste rotated her thumb in a circular motion across the head of his dick. She knew that he liked it and pressed his buttons further. It felt as good to her as it did to him, and Celeste began to undo her own shirt.

"Uh, uh,” Mark grunted in her ear. “Clothes on remember?"

Mark moved Celeste’s hand out of his jeans and guided her to the dining room floor. They laid out on the carpet and he inched down her still-clothed body, stopping right at her soaked crotch. Without hesitation he plunge in, sucking on her clit right through her hot pink panties.

His tongue ran laps around her pussy and each sexy slurp of her juices made Celeste moan in ecstasy. She felt the heat from his mouth and every single vibration from his mouth. The combination caused her legs to quake, sending pleasurable signals to every body part that still belonged to her.

Celeste grabbed the nape of Mark’s neck and pressed him deeper towards her. The rhythm and speed of his suckling increased, as her legs began to quiver even more. Soon her body began to gyrate uncontrollably until she climaxed. Even then, Mark massaged her clit with his tongue into further submission.

Finally, he came up for air. With his fully moistened lips aglow, Mark looked up at Celeste and smiled: “How the hell did we end up here?”

“Well, you’re the one that wanted something eat,” she said.

“You got that right,” Mark said. “And I’m more than satisfied.”

"Uhm, what about you and your soldier," Celeste said, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Oh, that was just an appetizer,” he said, devilishly. “Now it’s time for the main course.”

Fin!

Have you ever been attracted to a neighbor? Would you ever let them borrow your “sugar” under the right circumstances? Do you think sleeping with someone in your neighborhood is a mistake? Do you think that flirting will always eventually lead to sex? What would you do if your neighbor answered the door half naked? Have you ever had sex with your clothes still on? If so, did it enhance the episode or just get in the way? What did you think of this guest blog?

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