Can one Marine be all he can be for his new neighbor?
The moment I backed the small drivable moving van into my driveway of my newly purchased two bedroom one bath house; I knew I was going to need some type of protection. It was in a part of town that made me realize that I needed to get to know my neighbors. With that thought, I turned my head and looked in the direction of his house. I knew the minute I saw him leaning in over his car’s engine and look over to me with curiosity, that sparks had ignited and not the ones from his car.
I looked coyly over at him as I put the moving van in park. He wiped his hands on the corner of an old denim shirt he was wearing open, exposing a nice tan chiseled chest of muscles. I stared at those muscles as he turned completely facing my way and felt an ache between my legs. His brown hair was cut short, and his eyes appeared to be blue from where I was sitting in the moving van. His arms flexed inside his shirt as he set the tool that was in his hand, off to the side, and then he continued to wipe any grease he had on them off. I did a small finger wave, and watched his face lit up with a sexy as sin smile, creeping across his face. He took a few steps my way, shirt open and exposing more tanned muscle, as he walked my direction.
I took a deep breath for confidence and then opened the moving van door. My long blonde hair was up in a ponytail upon my head. My old jeans were on me slashed up into a pair of grubby shorts. My black tank top, hopefully hid the exposed erect nipples that were poking through my satin bra as he extended his hand for a polite hello handshake. “New neighbor?” He spoke in a husky voice that questioned me as I shook his hand.
“Why yes.” My voice barely squeaked out. “Cindy. Cindy Jones. And you are?” I questioned, hoping he would not only give me his full name but his full hard cock inside my dripping wet pussy to help me forget the ex-boyfriend and job transfer that brought me here in the first place.
“Cole. Cole Miller.” He didn’t tell me his rank or what force he was with, but I knew. I was warned this neighborhood was filled with Marines as the base was only a half-mile away. I was told that I might not feel safe but that my neighbors were some of the safest people to be around. I took my real estate agents advice to make nice with the neighbors.
“Well. It’s nice to meet you. I got transferred here, and I don’t know a single person. I don’t suppose you might be up to helping me move a few things inside for, I don’t know, a case of beer and some pizza?” I shyly looked away and when I looked back I caught the way his eyes had trailed over every inch of my body. His stance had his hips pushed forward towards me, and if I was not mistaken, his chest was puffed out. His looks and masculine demeanor made my hands ache to rub all over his chest.
He smiled casually and let out a light laughter. “Yeah. Sure. It would be my pleasure to help you unload.”
We worked together swiftly. I didn’t have a lot. The place I bought came with some furniture. He offered to call some buddies, but I casually declined. “I’d rather just get to know you, if that’s ok?” Perhaps my voice held a sexual suggestion. By god, I hoped it did. Because by the time we were setting up my bed in my bedroom, I was so strung up on wanting to have him fuck me, I ached with desire. I watched him take his shirt off and enjoyed the way his back muscles were now flexing as he assembled my bed frame. How I wanted to reach out and let my hands roam over his back.
When the frame was done, and Cole turned to me; I was a heated mess of sexual frustration. I watched his lips move as he suggested we put the box spring and mattress on the bed, and once again, we worked together in unison. As soon as it was on, I collapsed backwards onto the mattress and looked up at him with a sexual teasing smile.
“You are my hero. This would have taken me all day. What division? No. Let me guess. Marine? Right?”
“Yes mam.” He smiled seductively then looked away towards the window and then back to me. “Sounds like it’s about to rain. Let me run out and close up the moving van.”
I jumped up, wishing he had shed the rest of his clothes instead and then stuck his hard throbbing cock deep inside of me. However, I knew he had a duty to finish the moving tasks. So as he practically ran out of the room, I hollered after him that I would order the pizza. He hollered back that he had a twelve pack at home that he would bring over.
By the time the pizza came, we had already kissed so passionately, that I knew getting to know my new neighbor held so much more promise than a sexy man moving in my boxes. Our kiss held a spark of passion that told me we both were in need of a really great time of sex. I wasn’t prude or easy by any means. It had been six months since my previous break up. He had mentioned something about an old girlfriend who had left him for another marine. That told me we had some sexual frustration to work out, and I was working myself up into a frenzy thinking that after we ate, I was not letting him head home anytime soon.
By the third piece of pizza and third beer, we were laughing about the rain outside not letting up. His voice jokingly teased. “There’s not much to do when it rains like this around here. I think it supposed to rain long into tomorrow morning.”
I stood up and began to strip off my black tank top and loose denim shorts, exposing myself with only a black bra and black silky underpants on. I let my voice get sultry as I let the ponytail out of my long blonde hair. “Well I can think of a few things, or shall I say positions, that might keep us entertained and neighborly.”
He blinked in disbelief until I offered him my hand to stand up from the floor from which we had been sitting eating pizza that was set up on unpacked boxes. I let my voice taunt him with a dare. “I’d like to thank you, in more ways than one, for helping me move today.”
It took him only seconds to have his large strong muscular hands wrapped up in my hair and pulling me in for a kiss so delicious that it made the pre-pizza kiss seem rather elementary. Our breathing increased as our tongues danced around. When I pulled back and looked into his eyes, I was sure that we were about to get rather neighborly. I guided him towards my bedroom, where not so long ago he helped me set up my bed.
I stood before him and began to unhook my bra and slowly slid it down my arms. The way his eyes lit up at my naked breasts gave me a sexual confidence that I had not had in a while. I watched him unbutton and toss his denim shirt off to the floor and began to undo his work boots he was wearing. By the time he had his jeans off, I had my panties on the floor, and we stood there for a moment looking at each other’s naked bodies. There didn’t seem to be an awkwardness, if anything, there was a sense of sexual awareness in both of us that knew this felt so right.
He slowly backed me onto the bed. I let his warm gentle kisses tease my lips and neck then down to my breasts. I let soft slow moans exit my mouth, encouraging him on, letting him know I was fully sated with the touch of his lips against my naked skin. My hands instinctively went to his strong muscles on his back and roamed his skin with anticipation. His career as a military man had graced him with a very nice set of muscles that felt divine under the touch of my fingers.