Ryan sat looking through his work emails on his laptop in his home office. He’d opened the window to let the soft summer breeze drift in; it was already too hot.

Then he heard the patio door from next door slide open. He knew that meant his neighbour, Miss Carter, would be making an appearance.

Ryan liked her a lot. It wasn’t just that she was hot for a forty-something—she was hot, period. Not only that, she’d been super nice to him since he’d moved in, asking if he needed anything whenever she popped to the shops. He knew what he wanted from her, and it wasn’t something he’d get from the local supermarket.

When she appeared, he gasped. She was in a pale blue bikini, one that barely covered her boobs and just a small triangle sat between her legs. He watched closely as she dragged her sun bed to the middle of the lawn.

His trousers shifted as she bent over and lingered for a moment before lying back on the bed, her head tilted and her arms down by her side. She looked incredible. Her body was slim and tight and Ryan could feel his cock push against his underwear and stroked it through his trousers.

After about ten minutes, he was hard and felt uncomfortable. Then he stared at his neighbour as she pulled a string from behind her, and her bra fell away, revealing her perfect tits.

“Mmmmmm,” Ryan swallowed.

By now he couldn’t stand the straining and pulled himself free of his pants, gazing at her half-naked body as he held his shaft.

Her shades obscured her eyes, so he couldn’t see if they were closed, but he was fairly sure that she couldn’t see him. Likewise, she probably felt like everyone was working and she was alone.

Keeping his eyes fixed on her and ducking away so that he couldn’t be noticed, his hands moved up and down his pole. Obviously assuming she felt alone, Miss Carter moved her right hand over her body and touched herself, and then deliberately edged her fingers closer to her thong.

Oh, she’s going to take them off, he thought as his eyes widened, straightening himself in his chair. Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric and disappeared, causing the thong to bulge with her fingers; he could see them moving slowly inside.

His strokes quickened as he watched her, encouraged as her soft moans drifted through the open window as she continued to rub herself.

Ryan jumped as his laptop rang with a call, quickly pushing his cock back inside his trousers, before composing himself, and then answering.

After the quick call, he looked outside—she’d gone.

The next day, Ryan began work as usual and although the day was not as nice as yesterday, he still opened the window to hear if Miss Carter decided to make another appearance.

The morning strolled by and there had been no sign of his sexy neighbour. He felt a tinge of disappointment, then the doorbell rang, and he rushed downstairs to answer.

Miss Carter stood on his doorstep, his eyes drifting down her sundress noticing how it brushed the tops of her thighs and hung slightly low; he could also make out some cleavage.

She caught his gaze and smiled. “Hi Ryan, sorry to bother you. I was wondering if you could help—one of my kitchen cabinet doors has fallen off, and I need it putting back on,” she asked.

“Yeah, sure, Miss Carter, no problem,” he replied, shifting his weight. “Erm… can I come over about lunchtime? I’m just working right now.”

“Yes, that’s absolutely fine,” she beamed. “See you then.”

Her dress swayed with each step as she walked away. He hesitated before finally closing the door and then pushed it from his mind before returning to work, excitedly thinking about his rendezvous with her in just over an hour.

The hour flew by. He threw on his sliders, raced out of the door and down her path. The curtains twitched and she gestured for him to come straight in.

“Thanks for coming, Ryan.” They walked through to her kitchen, and he saw a cupboard door resting on the floor next to it under the kitchen counter. “I’m not sure what happened,” she said. “It just came off when I opened it.”

She bent over to show him where it came off. He stood slightly back and noticed her dress ride up her ass. No panties, he thought, his trousers shifted.

As she stood back up, she stepped backwards brushing his crotch and a breath escaped him. “Are you alright?” she asked.

“Yes, erm… sorry… I’m fine.”

“So, do you think you can fix it?” she asked softly. Her breath warmed his face as she leaned forward, his eyes drifting to her cleavage.

“Um… yeah. Should be a quick job.”

“I love a quickie,” she teased.

Ryan blushed. As he knelt at the cupboard, her dress swept over his back, and he closed his eyes for a second.

Examining the cupboard and the door, he was confused, as it didn’t appear that there was anything wrong. If he didn’t know better, he would have said she’d just unscrewed it and placed it to one side. He pushed that aside, grabbed a screwdriver she’d gotten out for him, and fixed the door back to the cupboard.

“There you go,” he said, “all done.”

“Thank you, Ryan.”

A wicked grin spread across her face. “Did you enjoy the view yesterday?”

Ryan froze. His cock twitched. “Erm… um… view?” he stumbled.

“Yeah,” she replied, leaning closer so that her lips nearly touched his ear. “I saw you watching.” Her voice tickled him, a bolt of electricity shooting down his back like a cold drop.

“Erm…” was all he could manage.

“Do you want a closer look?”

Before he could reply, she grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head in one motion. Ryan stood open-mouthed, eyes fixed on her naked body. She looked amazing, and her tits were firm, her shaven pussy staring directly at him. He stayed static, unable to move.

“So you like it then?” she teased, gesturing to the bulge in his trousers. “When you saw me, what did you want to do?” she said, stroking his chin. “Did you want to fuck me, Ryan?”

His eyes widened. He didn’t expect this behaviour or language from her. His pulse raced, the words lingered.

“Did you, Ryan?” she asked again.

He nodded tightly.

She grinned at him and turned away, his eyes locked on her ass as she bent over the kitchen counter. “Well,” she smirked, “this is your chance.”

His heart thundered. His sexy neighbour, whom he’d lusted after, was now fully naked in her kitchen asking him to fuck her.

What the hell was going on? A million things flashed through his head in a millisecond. He wanted to and his cock hurt with how hard it was.

“What’s the matter, Ryan,” she asked, “don’t you think I’m sexy?”

No reply.

In an instant, his t-shirt came off, and his trousers were pushed to his knees, trunks following closely behind.

She looked over her shoulder and noticed his throbbing dick. “Do you know what to do with that?” she quipped.

Ryan stepped forward, wet his hand, and stroked it once over his rock-hard shaft. He paused as he hovered over her entrance, and then leaned against her back until his tip tickled her lips.

“Fuck me, Ryan,” she whispered.

With that, he pushed his hips forward, and his cock slid into her.

“Ahhhhhh,” she gasped.

He slowly moved in and out, shuffling his feet until he was comfortable, and then reached forward grabbing her hips and pulling her into him.

“Ohhhhhh!” she moaned.

His cock effortlessly slid back and forth inside her. She pushed her ass back into him, sinking deeper as she clenched around his shaft. “Oh God,” he panted.

“YES! YES! YES!” she gasped.

Shifting himself, he pushed her against the counter and slammed his body into hers.

“OH FUCK!” she cried.

He grinned and did it again. Each time she groaned as his cock drove into her. “Miss Carter, you’re so fucking good,” he moaned. She didn’t reply; her breathing was heavy, and her cunt grabbed his shaft again as it tightened, his balls swelling as he felt pressure build inside.

“Oh, fuck, Miss Carter. I’m going to cum,” he cried.

“Do it inside me,” she breathed.

He felt his cock pump and release inside her, pushing deeper as he emptied himself inside. She groaned, the noise echoing round the kitchen.

Exhausted, he fell into her, their naked bodies sticky with sweat and juices. After a moment, he pulled away and the last of his spunk dripped on the floor.

She smiled at him and lightly stroked his chest. “Much better than watching me through your window?” she grinned.

He nodded.

“Good,” she said. “Next time, just come straight over. Don’t bother pretending to hide.”