Naughty Girls Need It Too: Lacy's Hot Sexy Stories

He Could Use A Woman's Touch - Doing Her Hot Older Neighbor - Part 3

I continued, "I picked these flowers for you. I thought you might need a little housewarming gift."

"Wow. That was neighborly of you."

Neighborly? Is that how this guy thought of me already? The freaking girl you see in the supermarket, vaguely recognize and then nod as you pass by? The one you'd borrow two eggs and a cup of sugar from if this was, like, 1954?

Suddenly, I wanted to get out of there. I felt so silly. Who was I fooling? Certainly not Jason. No longer myself either.

What exactly did I think I was doing, marching across the street to throw myself at a married man? Yes, I had a boyfriend of my own, but that pathetic relationship was never going anywhere. He was simply taking up space in my life until something better came along.

I came to that conclusion after he cheated on me - the second time. In fact, I had told him that much after I caught him with one of the other cheerleaders from my squad. From that point on, we had an agreement that we didn't have to be exclusive with each other so I wasn't doing anything wrong from that angle.

Jason's wife was another matter entirely. I figured the best way to extract myself from our conversation at that point was to mention his wife. I finally transferred the flowers to Jason's hands. "I'm sure your wife will know just where to put these to brighten up the new place," I suggested.

Jason's eyebrows shot up. "Wife?" He laughed a little. "I'm not married. What makes you think I have a wife?"

"The woman who brought you the lemonade yesterday," I blurted out without thinking. Nothing says "Hey, new neighbor, I've been spying on you!" like admitting something only a stalker would know.

Jason laughed again. "Hailey? She's not my wife. She's my sister. And she's already gone. She just came over yesterday to see the new house."

"What about when you tried to hug her?" Oops, I did it again – letting him now I'd been watching them closely. I feared he'd think that I'd put a surveillance bug in the flower petals like in some stupid movie.

"Hmm, stalker much?" Jason laughed.

I assumed his laugh was the step before calling the police!

He continued, "If you must know, I was just trying to give her a brotherly hug as a joke because I was all sweaty from the moving. I knew it would gross her out. Just me being a pesty little brother even though we're both in our late 30's."

"I bet there's nothing little about you," I responded. Oh, my God! I couldn't stop myself. The words just kept tumbling out with no filter.

"Well!" Jason said sounding reasonably taken aback. "I have a feeling I'm going to like this neighborhood!"

"I hope you do," I said as I turned to leave.

"Where are you going? I thought you said you had some free time this afternoon."

I looked at him blankly. In my flustered state, I'd already forgotten about that.

Jason continued, "Brittany, perhaps you'd like to show me where you think these flowers should go inside the house."

I shrugged. "I could do that if you really want me to." I could feel my heart pounding. Was this amazing stud trying to get me into the house with him?

"Please. In fact, that's related to why I wanted to know if you were free this afternoon. Since I'm a sloppy bachelor, I could use a woman's touch."

My eyebrows shot up. I'm sure the expression on my face gave away my full reaction to his phrasing.

"To decorate the place, decide where things should go," he finished his thought.

"Oh," I replied, the disappointment evident in my tone.

"I don't want to be sexist or anything, but if you were a man, I'd ask you to help me move some of these heavy boxes." Jason looked me up and down just as he had earlier. "I can see your pretty body was built for other things."

My face flushed red because I knew he had noticed my body. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks. I never had any problem being cool around boys my age, but I felt so nervous around Jason that I simply mumbled an embarrassed, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me for pointing out the obvious. Besides, a girl as pretty as you should never be ashamed of your natural beauty."

I had to change the subject or else I was going to blurt out how much I'd wanted his gorgeous body on top of mine since the first moment I saw him the day before. I stretched for something halfway intelligent to say. "Why didn't your sister help you decorate?"

"She works a really demanding job and she's a single mom so she doesn't have a lot of free time. She's back at work today. I'm a professor so I have all summer off. I have to figure it all out on my own, unless you take me up on my offer."

"I'll help you," I said eagerly.

"I bet you will," Jason replied. "Let's get these flowers inside and find some water for them."

Jason escorted me into the kitchen which practically burst with boxes in various states of being unpacked. He left me to my task while he went back out to the van to move more boxes and furniture into the house.

Of course, Jason didn't have any vases. The best substitute I could find in a box marked "kitchen stuff" turned out to be a glass with the emblem of a pro football team. I arranged the flowers and put them down in the middle of the kitchen table.

Jason reentered the house carrying a living room end table all by himself. "Can you move that bag?" he asked in reference to the duffel bag on the floor blocking the living room doorway.

I rushed to his side. I loved being that close to his body. Watching Jason's biceps flex as he lifted the heavy piece of furniture really turned me on.

As the afternoon went on, my aching to get in his pants (and get him into mine) intensified. Each time he bent down to position himself for another lift or to rest a heavy box on his knees, I could feel my own knees go a little weak just imagining what it would be like to have his strong legs wrapped around writhing torso.

I thought maybe I could work out some of the s****l urges if I did some physical labor too. "I may not be able to handle the large furniture, but let me help by bringing in some of the smaller things. The faster we get it all out of the van and into the house, the faster we can get out of the hot weather."

Jason agreed and we went to work together. After an hour, we both had to admit that we were getting tired of the lifting and carrying. The afternoon sun beat down on us. Sweat soaked through his tee.

We entered the house each carrying plastic shopping bags full of books. Jason declared, "Oh, wow, I've got to get out of this shirt." He whipped it off and threw it at me playfully.

Not expecting it, I got hit right in the face. I found the smell of his manly sweat exhilarating. Inhaling his masculine scent caused my heart to beat faster. The sight of his glistening chest made my legs go weak with longing for him.

I pretended to be offended though. "You're a pig!"

Jason's megawatt Hollywood smile crossed his face. "I know a way you could get even with me."

"I'm listening..."

"Take your shirt off and throw it at me!" His grin dared me to do it.

"You think I won't do that, don't you? You think I'm a timid little girl who's too shy to call the big muscular bully on his bluff?"

Jason shrugged. "Prove me wrong then, Brittany."

I had worn a bra that day. So I figured, screw it! I really did it... I took my shirt off and threw it back at him. He was prepared though and caught it.

He stared at my chest for a moment. Like a lion eyeing his raw meat dinner.

I'd given Jason an accidental eyeful because I'd failed to take into account how much I'd perspired too. My bra looked like it had gone through a wet tee shirt contest. I high beamed for sure - my n*****s clearly showed through the fabric!

The dirtiest smirk I'd ever seen came over his face. He unexpectedly wiped his underarms with my shirt! "Here's a bonus for you. Thought you might like a souvenir of the day," he joked.

I pouted. "I'm never going to be able to wear that shirt again without thinking of your sweaty armpits."

"That was the point," he grinned like a naughty schoolboy who had just gotten away with tormenting the nice nerdy girl in class.

My boobs jiggled in my bra as I lunged for him. "Jerk!" I said and punched his arm.

He grabbed my much smaller hands in his strong grasp. "So you want to get physical, huh?"

We stood there like that for a moment, frozen in place, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel my palms sweating in his hands. He leaned down towards my face. I closed my eyes and puckered my lips ready for his rough kiss.

His lips brushed against my ears. He whispered, "Be careful what you wish for, girlie, you just might get it." Then he pulled away and left me standing there all alone!

What the hell? Was I misreading everything? Was he just treating me like a buddy? Was he a cunt-tease? If so, it was working because my entire body burned with desire for him.

I wandered into the living room in a daze. I only knew it was the living room because he had already set up the TV and DVD player. There was no furniture other than that end table he'd carried in earlier. There were just a lot of boxes, some opened, some not, but all of them still full.

Jason appeared in the doorway with a few cans of beer tucked under one arm and soda cans under the other. He tossed a can of soda my way. He didn't say anything, but the implication was clear – he found a way to remind me and emphasize our age differences.

The stud drained half a can of beer at once. A little stream dribbled down his chiseled cheek. "Typical man," I muttered while I gingerly sipped my own soda.

"You want to watch some TV?" he asked. "I already got the cable hooked up yesterday."

"TV?" I repeated stupidly. My mind tried to make sense of the situation. The shirtless older hunk stood over me while my t**s high-beamed in my lacy bra – and he wanted to watch TV?

Not knowing what else to do, I just mumbled my agreement, eager to see what he had in mind.

Jason found the remote in a little box next to the TV. He turned on the set. "Sorry there's no furniture. I guess you'll have to use me as your cushion."

I took my turn to be the tease. "Yeah, you friggin' wish I would, don't you?"

He just laughed at me. "Screw cable, let's watch a movie," he said. Apparently, it was already in the DVD player because he hit play on the remote and the TV sprang to life with some weird music.

An image came on the screen of a woman undressing in front of a naked man. The man kept squeezing her breasts to make her giggle and groan.