Her Neighbor Joe

She bolted to the stairs. Before she cleared them, she heard, “Hello? You kids home? Open the door!”

Fuck. She was still topless but a command was a command. She turned immediately and made her way back toward the door.

Double fuck. She knew that voice, and wasn’t surprised to see her long-time neighbor when she opened the door slightly. He was dressed in jeans, a wife beater, and an old baseball hat. One look at the beer gut and one whiff of his BO made her stomach turn. Laura had no patience for this creep, and she wasn’t good at faking it.

“Hey Joe, this is a really bad time. You’ll have to come back-“

“Well hang on, Laura! Just open the door all the way, I only want to take a minute.”

Against all the will and might she could muster, Laura clenched her teeth and threw the door open, giving Joe an eyeful of her perky teenaged tits in broad daylight.

“Joe, I really need you to go,” she choked out, trying to sound firm, but her burning humiliation undermining her confidence.

Joe stood silently, mouth wide open, taking in the sight. He’d lived next door to Laura and her family for more than a decade, and now got a firsthand look at Laura’s development into a young woman. She also mocked him daily, and he wanted to make sure he soaked this moment in. “I uh… do you need help with anything in there? You want to come next door and talk about anything?”

“No, I just need you to-“

“Come on over with me, I’m worried about you.”

“JOE-“ I hollered as my body lurched out the front door, completely topless. I decided to proceed silently so I didn’t attract any additional attention from neighbors.

We arrived at his house, and I silently rejoiced that I hadn’t been seen outside, as far as I could tell. “Joe, I really just need to borrow a T-shirt and then I’ll-“

“Nah, something’s up, I can tell.” His eyes hovered around my chest. At this point I wondered if he’d noticed I’d done everything he’d told me to do. I sure as hell hoped not. “Come here,” he said, sitting in his run-down recliner. I walked over, and he patted his lap and said “sit down.”

This was so fucking awkward, he definitely knew. The ordinary jovial smile always plastered on his face was replaced by a look of piercing determination. I sat silently in his lap, bombarded by his unbearable smell. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped short when I felt him take hold of one of my boobs. He watched my reaction curiously, then started feeling me up all over. I really wish I hadn’t been wearing that damn skirt. “Keep quiet, now. Follow me up to the bedroom.”

No, no, no no no. First my brother, then this creepy perv. I’ve known him for years, kept my distance, and now he was going to screw me just because he could.

“Get me hard with your mouth,” he said, laying back on his bed. I pulled his oversized belt buckle off, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his foul-smelling bulbous mushroom head. Almost, involuntarily, I found myself comparing Joe’s to my brother’s dick, but stopped short before completing the thought.

It took a while to get him up. I was licking his balls, sucking the tip, teasing his slit with my tongue… I had to try every trick in the book before the job was done. But he finally got hard.

“Now climb on, cowgirl, and bounce that Brazilian ass around.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Still under strict orders to remain quiet, I furrowed my brow, straddled Joe’s lap facing away from him (reverse girl was technically within the demand, right?) and guided myself down onto his squat little shaft. I was grossed out by this guy from head to toe, and was riding his dick. On top of that, who knows what diseases I was going to get. Needless to say, I hated every second of it.

“Yell my name!” he barked at me. Immediately I blurted out his name like a porn star, moaning like a whore. He liked that. My legs started to get sore from doing all the work… at least it wasn’t long. I felt him swell up and he erratically spurted up into me with some quick little grunts. I was finally able to stop. One quick look back showed me he was already half asleep. But before I reached the door, I heard him mutter, “don’t leave the house.”

FUCK.