Get to work ...

Once again, Josh woke early, with a sense of happiness and relaxation. He was surprised at how much energy he had, despite sleeping on the couch in the living room, crowded with boxes. He knew he'd promised his neighbor, he'd help with his place, but he really wanted to at least get his bedroom in working order, before tackling someone else's project. After making himself a pot of coffee, Josh headed upstairs to assess his morning needs. He had everything in place ready to finish his initial task. He wanted to finish his coffee before starting, so he absentmindedly returned to the designated office. Recalling the night before, Josh found himself staring at the neighbors house. He could barely make out, Lee's body, apparently naked, sleeping atop the bed, clutching at the crumpled comforter. He found himself straining to see more detail as he sipped the hot brew from his over-sized mug. He could only imagine what Lee was dreaming about as she tossed on the empty bed. He wondered if he'd be treated to an early morning appetizer before starting on his work. Josh eyeballed the room wondering how he'd lay it out, giving him the best vantage point.

Josh was just emptying his mug as he continued to stare at Lee, interrupted by the ringing of the front doorbell. He was snapped out of his early morning trance. He headed down the steps with his empty mug in hand. Josh was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door to find a beautiful, buxom brunette holding a box of donuts in her hand.

Joan Gaston stood in the doorway, likewise surprised. She had expected the 'lady of the house' to be answering the door. She also didn't expect to see a perfect specimen of male virility standing before her. She stumbled over her introduction, apologizing for her stuttering. She introduced herself, extending her hand, which Josh eagerly grasped. She melted immediately in his firm grip, unaccustomed to the submissive feelings sweeping through her body at that moment.

'Ah, the bitch,' Josh thought to himself as he ushered the ice princess into the house. He pardoned the mess as they made their way to the kitchen. Joan inquired along the way if his wife was around, saying that she had expected to be meeting her. Josh giggled, waving his hand in the air, indicating there was no significant other. Joan's heart skipped a couple beats as its pace increased a notch or two. She immediately felt awkward being alone in a house with a single man, yet her body continued to melt under the gaze of Josh's massive presence. Josh offered her a cup of coffee, making Joan blush with embarrassment as she stood there still holding the donuts.

The two chatted as Josh perceptively understood Joan's nature. At first he could not understand how anyone would consider her a bitch. Then he realized that Joan needed someone who could put her in her place. She was the kind that degraded men, secretly hoping that one would stand up to her and control her. However, Josh's mere size, from his strict workout regimen, was enough to make Joan cower and wet her panties with hope and expectation. Josh handed her a large cup of coffee as he sat across from her. He handed her the box of donuts, letting her take her pick of the variety. Joan chose a simple glazed doughnut, oozing with the white glaze. Josh, meanwhile picked out a Bavarian crème-filled one. Joan daintily picked at her doughnut, putting a little morsel in her mouth as Josh bit into the chocolate covered delight. The abundant filling oozed out of the opening as Josh held it firmly. Joan, nonchalantly licked the glaze off her fingers, unknowingly reminding Josh of a woman licking his sperm off her fingers. Josh returned the favor by turning the doughnut lengthwise and ran his long tongue along the slit, gathering the thick cream on his tongue before ingesting the sweet concoction.

Josh had been worked up watching Lee, and now had Joan here with him. He needed some relief quickly knowing that the sexual tension in his pants was matching the tension in the air. He changed his total demeanor with Joan sitting in front of him. Rather than letting things fall into place, like he was handling Lee, he was going to see how far he could push Joan, who was rapidly wilting before his eyes.

"Joan. I know I just met you; but I need to know why every one around here thinks you are a stuck up bitch?" Josh leaned forward closing the distance between the two, peering into her wavering eyes. "You seem to be a very nice person. As a matter of fact, I think I'd like to get to know you a lot better." He rose from his chair and stood directly in front of Joan, extending his hand. She allowed him to pull her from the chair so that they were standing facing each other, less than an inch of space between the two.

Joan's heart was pounding in her throat. She knew this was wrong. She knew this is what she'd been wanting, for so long. She was about to give in, letting this complete stranger take her completely. She knew she would surrender immediately if he just took the initiative. She hoped and prayed that he would. She dreaded the thought of him wimping out like all the others who she snubbed under her nose. How would she hide this from her husband? What about the other neighbors? If he was as good as she imagined, she knew she'd be over here every day! She fluttered her eyes as she tilted her head back, straining her neck to meet his towering gaze.