The Old Man Next Door

*NOTE TO ALL READERS: This story is based heavily on another written by NaturalPervert. It was a great setup to a story but appears to be dead. I really enjoyed it and decided to re-write the opening of the story so that I could continue it with my own head cannon. You can find the original story here https://chyoa.com/chapter/Introduction.1324540. I hope you all enjoy and will be updating when I have time. Feel free to add your own chapters or make recommendations in the comments as community engagement is awesome. And if anyone has any recommendation for the cover picture please let me know.

Also please note that I am doing this for fun and not making any monitory gain out of this. If you seek to do so, maybe reach out to the original creator of this story.*

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To begin our story, it’s important to look back at who we are. Your name is Jake, and together with your girlfriend Liz, you recently graduated collage and moved into your new place together. Liz is a beautiful 24 years old bombshell who is way out of your league. She has a spontaneous personality, a petite build, firm C cup breasts and elegant curves that show her dedication to her favourite exercise, yoga.

The neighbourhood you just moved into is rather quiet, filled mostly with retired widows and empty nesters. Everyone appears friendly and made sure to introduce themselves when you first moved in.

Next door is your neighbour Craig, and overweight elderly man, roughly 60 years old with tight leathery sun kissed skin and a light head of grey hair. He regularly appeared disheveled wearing wrinkled close with stains, which you assumed was from years of living alone. Despite his off-putting appearance, he was actually very funny and kind. Liz felt comfortable meeting him and he brought a fun enthusiasm to your new suburban life.

When you first moved in he not only greeted you and Liz, he carried some boxes inside and walked through the house. Not wanting to refuse his kindness, you let him help as a way to build stronger bonds with those around you. He was particularly interested in carrying boxes that had my Liz’s stuff inside which you found somewhat strange, but said nothing due to not wanting to offend anyone on your first day in the neighbourhood. Liz was all too eager to have him carry her boxes for her, but you made sure to keep an eye on him just in case.

Doing so led you to realise that whenever Liz bent over to carry some stuff, her thong would rise just slightly above her jeans, and that Craig wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying the view. Although you contemplated kicking him out right there, some part of you was curious to see what else would happen so that you could find out just what kind of man your new neighbour was.

Later once all the boxes were inside, Liz informed you both that she needed to go to the toilet and left Craig alone with her stuff. While you began to unpack you almost were sure you saw from the corner of your eye Craig open one of the boxes and take something out before shoving it into his pockets. However, from your angle and distance, you couldn’t really be sure.

When everything was unpacked you gave Craig a beer to thank him for his help, drinking one yourself to spark up some ‘man-to-man’ conversation. He was a big guy and definitely knew how to drink, necking the beer back in only a few mouthfuls. As he drank he also made a number of vulgar and sexist jokes while reminiscing about why he was single and why his last partner left him.

You were worried as normally Liz wouldn’t like these kind of jokes and would make you hear all about it later in the night. But much to your surprise she seemed to be laughing at these jokes, which you inevitably chalked up to the fact that she also had just finished her drink too.

As we stood there talking, Liz excused herself saying she was all sweaty and needed to go take a shower. She said goodbye to Craig, who much to both your shock, pulled her into an uncomfortably close and long hug before letting her go with a smile. You were sure she would be furious but as she quickly turned and ran up the stairs you caught a glimpse of her bright red face.

You walk Craig to the door but just as you reach to open it he speaks up and asks to quickly use the toilet before leaving. You consider this weird due to the fact he lives right next door and could go use his own toilet, but wanting to be a good host you explain where it is and watch him hobble away. A few moments later he returns with a grin and thanks you again before leaving through the open door.

The rest of the night goes as usual with you and Liz focusing on unpacking as much as possible. However when the morning came around, all hell would break loose.

“Hey, where are my panties from yesterday?” Liz said angrily as she approaches you in the kitchen.

“What do you mean?”, you ask confused, mid pour of your morning coffee.

“Well I took them off with the rest of my clothing yesterday before the shower and now I don’t have the panties from then anymore. You’re the only other person around so just own up and give me my panties back you perv” she says, a playful grin now sprawling across her face as she holds her hand out.

You think hard but can’t remember seeing them anywhere. “I don’t know honey, I didn’t take them I swear, and don’t forget Craig was upstairs at that time as well when he went up after you to use the toilet, didn’t you hear him?” You ask confused, before a sudden realisation hits you. “You don’t think….he wouldn’t have taken them would he!?”

“What?! That was Craig?” She yells, her face suddenly going pale at the realisation. “I thought it was you in there because the door was slightly open! I undressed in our bedroom and walked naked down the hallway to the shower. I even gave my ass a little smack as I walked past the toilet to tease you!” she shrieks, covering her face in embarrassment.

“You did what?!” you say shocked, realising that your girlfriend might have just showed her birthday suit to your perverted neighbour.

“But we don’t know for sure that he took your panties, right?” You say defending him.

“Who else could have taken it? Seriously, do you really think it could have been someone besides that fat wanker?” she says as the anger and frustration from earlier return in response to your question. “Come on honey I don’t think he would…” you try to say but she cuts you off.

“Are you really defending him! That fucker cleary stole my used panties, and I bet he even jerked off with them too while picturing me naked and you’re actually trying to take his side! Tell you what, invite him over again and I bet he’ll try to take another pair. Hell maybe I’ll even do another naked walk past just to see if he looks.”

“You’re bluffing…” you say in protest, but the look in her eyes tells you it’s anything but a bluff.