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Good Neighbors by Al Lunes
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Archive-name: neighbors
Good Neighbors
by Al Lunes
Sealy reached out his hand to ring the doorbell. He usually
hesitated right before touching a doorbell button, remembering
all his weird encounters, then he let his hand touch the lighted
button and he heard a soft chime somewhere inside the stucco
house, echoed by a duet of canine cacophony.
He looked down at the welcome mat and noticed that it said "GO
AWAY"; he hoped that was a joke. He heard footsteps and two
voices behind the door, and then the door opened slowly. He
recognized the Fergusons from their first meeting, a brief
encounter at the clubhouse when he had first looked in the
neighborhood for a house. They recognized him, too, and their
faces changed into smiling social faces.
"Hi, there," Fred Ferguson said. He pointed his finger at
Sealy's chest. "Knealy, isn't it?" Fred looked and acted like an
ex-jock turned salesman. He had a rugged face and sparkling
brown eyes.
"Sealy. I'm your new neighbor. We met a few weeks ago." He
held out his hand and Ferguson took it and shook it gruffly. "I
moved into that red brick down the street."
"The old Jones place. Well, I'm glad to meet you. I'm Fred and
this is Nancy." He must have forgotten their first meeting.
Just as well.
"I'm glad to meet you, too. I'm already on a committee for the
homeowner's association." Sealy shrugged and handed Fred a copy
of the newsletter. "The board asked me to hand out the first
copy of the neighborhood newsletter."
Fred scanned the front page and read aloud, "The Liveoak Letter."
"Let me see, Fred." Nancy reached around and took the newsletter
from Fred, who glanced at Sealy and raised his eyebrows briefly
as if he were thinking, "Women!" Sealy noticed Nancy's breasts
moving against her green silk blouse; she wasn't wearing a bra.
He hadn't noticed her breasts during the first meeting. Her long
blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder. She looked older than
Fred and she wasn't wearing any jewelry. She was probably in her
late thirties, Sealy decided, seeing her closer now, but she
looked healthy and strong. Nancy glanced up at Sealy. "This is
nice. Did you work on it?"
"No, I'm just helping."
"Come in, why don't you, Creely?" Fred said, waving Sealy in with
his arm. "We're just fooling around."
"Thanks, but I'm just handing out these newsletters." He
indicated the other newsletter he was carrying.
Nancy opened her eyes wide and smiled. "Please, come in. We'd
like to get to know you better."
"Okay, but just for a minute." Sealy stepped inside, rolling the
newsletters into a more compact package. They were in a foyer
with a tile floor. The high walls were decorated with what looked
like reproductions of classical gothic paintings. The decorations
didn't match the impression of the outside of the house. "You
have a beautiful home," Sealy said.
"Thank you," Nancy said. Sealy saw her breasts move again, the
nipples just slightly harder as she gestured at the doorway
ahead. "Come on in." She walked ahead and Sealy tried not to
watch her behind moving in her black slacks as Fred motioned him
ahead.
The living room had a sunken floor. It was not a large room and
Sealy felt just a little crowded by the antique furniture and the
dark paintings on the walls. On the other side of a large window
opening out onto a patio, he could see two poodles, their backs
to a swimming pool, watching the progress of the guest.
As he turned to look at the room, Sealy noticed that Fred had a
pronounced limp; the big man looked for his chair and seemed to
collapse without bending his right leg.
"Have a seat, neighbor," Fred said. Sealy was glad he had
stopped trying to remember his name. "Neighbor" was good enough.
Sealy sat in the chair facing the leather couch and to the right
of Fred's chair.
"Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Sealy?" Nancy asked.
"No, thank you, I can't stay. And please don't call me *Mr.*
Sealy."
"All right," she said as she sat on the couch facing Sealy, "then
what is your first name?" She crossed her legs and brought her
arms close against her sides, pushing her full breasts out
against the sheer cloth. Sealy thought her nipples were harder
now. The vision of a woman's nipples hardening brought a rush of
blood to Sealy's groin. He crossed his legs in case his
excitement showed.
"I really don't like my first name so I just use my last name."
He tapped his knee with the roll of newsletters.
"All right," she said. Sealy thought she looked like she was
making a mental note, starting a mental checklist on her new
neighbor. He knew most women don't like secrets or mysteries and
that his lack of a first name would haunt her until she knew it.
Fred cleared his throat and looked at his wife. He turned to
Sealy. "So, neighbor, what do you do for a living?"
He didn't really want to tell them what he did for a living
either. "I made a killing on Wall Street some years ago and then
I got conservative. So now I just maintain my portfolio. Lately
that's taken a lot of time."
Fred nodded. Nancy licked her lips. Sealy thought she had nice
lips, too. He turned to look at the still motionless dogs.
"Were those your dogs I heard when I first rang the bell?" Sealy
asked.
"That's them," Fred answered, looking out the window in the
direction of the poodles, squinting. "The Toy Boys."
"They're quiet now," Sealy observed.
Nancy raised her eyebrows. "Fred had a word with them."
"Ah. What do you do, Fred?"
"Not much of anything. Nancy here has all the money. I used to
play pro ball but I had to retire after a serious groin injury.
See, I was . . . "
"Fred, please don't tell that story again. It was bad enough the
first time, and you're the only one interested in all the gory
details."
Fred shrugged heavily. He rose in his seat like he wanted to get
up and then sank back heavily.
Nancy turned back to Sealy. "Fred was a linebacker for the
Jersey Jerkoffs. It was just one of those freak football
accidents. He has been compensated."
"Financially, anyway."
She shrugged and her breasts moved again. "Right. Financially.
We do all right, but neither of us has a job per se. How do you
like Liveoak, Sealy?"
The way she said his name tweaked something deep in his brain and
the tingles moved all the way down his spine. He watched her
uncross and then cross her legs again. He started wondering what
she looked like without any clothes. She raised her eyebrows
slightly as if she were reading his mind. "It's really nice. At
first the -- what can I say, formality?"
"Stiff," Fred offered.
"Restricted," Nancy added.
"Yeah, the restrictions," Sealy said, getting a feel for the
dominant critter in the situation. "At first it seemed a little
much but now I'm all moved in and I feel comfortable in the house
and all the neighbors are nice so I guess there's a good reason
for all the rules."
"It's true. We live in a protected neighborhood and there are
tradeoffs." She started swinging the crossed leg. "So what do
you do in your free time?"
"I jog, swim, play some cards, watch some TV."
"We have a gym here that we use to work out," Fred said,
indicating with a lift of his eyebrows that not all of his limbs
were damaged.
"That's nice," Sealy said. "I've never done that kind of thing
before."
"Would you like to see it?" Nancy asked.
"Well, sure," Sealy answered, "but then I better get on my way,
you know, finish handing out the newsletters."
They all rose from their seats. The poodles' ears perked up but
they remained rooted to their patio.
"This way, Sealy," Nancy led the way to a hall with several
doorways. She turned right at the first open door. Sealy
followed her and Fred took up the rear, dragging his leg. Nancy
had walked into a dark room and Sealy had just followed without
thinking. When Fred entered the room behind them, he flipped the
light switch and an array of gymnasium equipment gleamed under
the overhead florescent lights. It looked like a complete gym
but something was missing, something besides dark gothic
paintings.
"This is really great," Sealy said, trying to be complimentary.
He believed in physical fitness but his biggest financial outlay
was for a good pair of running shoes. He realized that the
missing element was the smell of sweat that he had always
associated with gyms, especially the gyms of his school years.
Instead, the room had a fragrant, female feeling.
"Nancy's World," Fred announced. "I use it, too, of course, to
keep my upper body in shape. I use the pool to keep my lower
body in shape. This is her favorite," he said, moving to a
machine that looked like a mechanical god of destruction. His
good foot tapped something under the machine.
"Oh, dear," Nancy said as a golden vibrator rolled out from under
the machine.
"Ah, yes," Fred exclaimed, bending over carefully and slowly to
pick up the vibrator. He flicked it on and a soft hum filled the
profound silence. "Both internal and external vibrations, that's
my Nancy."
In spite of himself, Sealy turned to look at her, expecting
blushes and cries of embarrassment but she stood easily with her
legs slightly apart, moistening her lips as she eyed the golden
tool. Both of the Fergusons seemed to be watching Sealy, waiting
for his response. He gave nothing away, however, having grown
accustomed to a roll of the die that brought him continually in
contact with the erotic and the bizarre.
Hearing no judgments from her guest, Nancy walked easily over to
her husband and took the vibrator from his hand. "Don't run the
battery down, Fred."
Fred rested his hammy hand on her shoulder and nuzzled her cheek.
"You know, Freely," he said, looking up at his guest, "one of
Nancy's very favorite things to do is to demonstrate her physical
fitness equipment."
The now silent vibrator now made the silence more profound. "Is
that right?" Sealy responded at last. He was beginning to be
very interested. Nancy's nipples had grown harder under the
silk; they growing columns of flesh pushed the silk about a
quarter inch out from the rest of her breasts. Both Fred and
Sealy could easily sense her excitement.
"Yes, that's right. Isn't it, honey?" Fred said, moving away
from his wife and sitting in a chair near the machine with a
practiced motion that demonstrated it was his chair.
Nancy shrugged and the silk dragged across her hard nipples.
"Yes, I suppose it is." She glanced at Sealy to see if he was
interested. One glance down at his crotch answered her question.
"But, of course, there are rules."
"Oh, yes, my Nancy has rules for everything. Don't you, dear?"
"Rules make things simpler. With rules everyone knows what to
expect and the surprises are only pleasant surprises." She
raised her eyebrows in Sealy's direction. "Don't you agree,
Sealy?"
He managed to nod his head as her pronunciation of his name
tweaked something deep in his brain again. He swallowed. "Oh,
yes, I totally agree."
Nancy nodded, knowing that he agreed with more than the theory
that rules were necessary for a good system. "It's really very
easy," she said, touching the tip of the golden vibrator. "I
work out, using all my machines, and whoever is in the room can
watch but THAT'S ALL. Just watch. No comments and no movements
or noises of any kind. If the rules are broken, then the workout
is over."
Sealy nodded, looking around the room, wondering what other kinds
of machines she was talking about. "I think those are good
rules. I can go with that."
Nancy smiled. Fred grunted. Sealy looked for a chair. Nancy
turned and walked to a door in the wall. Sealy wanted to watch
her but he was more involved in looking for a place to sit.
While Nancy opened the door, Sealy found a bench press and moved
it a little bit so that he could watch Nancy on the Shiva
machine, where Fred was directing his angle of view. Sealy sat,
tapping his knee softly with the roll of newsletters as a soft
pulsating music filled the room.
Nancy carried a red gym bag over to the Shiva. She was totally
self-involved. Sealy felt invisible. She unzipped the top of
the gym bag and put the golden vibrator inside. Then she
rummaged around inside the bag for a long minute. Sealy was
anxiously ready for the workout but he tried to be patient.
She stood again and moved slightly to the music. She looked off
into space and started rubbing her hands up and down her sides.
As she rubbed, her silk blouse moved out of her pants, revealing
some very white skin. Her long fingernails teased the skin
around her face and then along the outside of her breasts. Sealy
felt the heat move from his crotch up and down his body.
The song ended. Nancy reached over her head, stretching, and
they could see her white abdomen. When the next song started,
she began unbuttoning her blouse. After unclasping the last
button, she turned around and stepped out of her flats. She made
some movements near her stomach and then pulled her slacks down
slowly, bending over as she pulled them down.
She was wearing light green panties that had ridden up around her
cheeks. She raised one foot, stepping out of her pants, and then
the other. She laid the pants on a machine behind her and then
pulled her blouse off, still facing away from the men.
When she turned back to face them, her nipples stood out firmly
from her breasts and she rubbed them, bringing them to life under
her hands. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat of her palms on
her breasts and the heat of the men's total attention. She
squeezed them once tightly.
She moved over to the machine and threw one leg over, facing the
men. Her breasts moved tantalizingly. She was not flabby
anywhere. Her breasts and the muscles of her abdomen, arms and
legs were firm. Sealy could see she used her gym often. She had
long and shapely legs. She pointed her toes, flexing the muscles
in her legs, as she reached around and brought two arms of the
machine out in front of her own arms.
She tested the resistance of the arms and her breasts jumped to
attention. She stole a glance at Sealy, and her smile told him
that his reaction pleased her. She began pumping the arms of the
machine to the center of her chest, and her breasts jumped and
tensed with each motion. It didn't seem possible to Sealy, but
her nipples actually grew harder and longer. He felt himself
start to pant a little, and he took a deep breath. He had a
feeling he was going to have to pace himself.
She did about twenty pulls on the machine and then let the arms
return to the back. She had started to breathe more deeply. The
down in the center of her chest was damp. She touched it with
one hand, rubbing her breast with the other, and then let her
hand slide down to her panties. She rolled back on her buttocks
a little, exposing her mons veneris more fully to her hand. She
rubbed the front of her panties and Sealy groaned softly in spite
of himself.
She stole another glance at him, this time without smiling, so he
restrained himself, remembering her rules, and he didn't want her
to stop.
She rose a little from the bench, moved forward and then reclined
back. Her hand had not left the front of her panties. As she
lay back, the hand began to move in circular movements over her
cunt and she closed her eyes.
She rubbed in circular movements one way, then back the other
way, and then she rubbed up and down. The room seemed really
warm to Sealy but Fred didn't seem uncomfortable. When Sealy
glanced at him, Fred turned slowly and looked at him, smiling at
Sealy's obvious enjoyment of his wife's beautiful body.
Her rubbing grew more intense and then her fingers began to
clench. One of her feet rose a little from the ground and then
she raised both legs up so that they could see her buttocks. She
began to play with her clitoris with her index finger and thumb
through her panties. The panties were wet.
She rubbed on the top of her clitoris with just her index finger.
The rubbing got faster and then they heard the sound of her
orgasm as her vagina opened and the air rushed into the vacuum of
her pleasure, a sound that reminded Sealy of when he was a child
and had tried to pull her bare foot from some sticky mud. She
clenched her cunt with her whole hand, her legs jerking as the
orgasm racked her body.
She relaxed her legs and released her cunt. She stood up from
the bench and bent over the gym bag, her butt towards the men.
Fred's mouth was open. Sealy could tell that he wanted to
comment on Nancy's explosive orgasm but didn't want to violate
her rules. They were both eager for the workout to continue.
A new song started on the tape and Nancy shifted her weight in
time with the music. The effect of the shifting weight was to
move each mound of her buttock up and down and to stress the
muscles in each leg. While she was still bending over, she
reached up and grabbed the top of her panties. Sealy's mouth
dropped open in anticipation.
Slowly, while still making her butt shift, she pulled the green
panties down. First her asshole was revealed, peeking out of the
moving cheeks, and then her cunt. A fold of fabric was wedged in
her cunt and as she pulled her panties down, the fold pulled out
of her cunt and the wetness of her orgasm dripped down like a
slow drop of molasses.
She finished pulling her panties down and then, still bending
over, spread her feet apart so that the lips of her cunt hung
down, engorged with blood and come from her first orgasm. She
pulled something out of her gym bag. At first Sealy couldn't
tell what it was but as she moved it up first one leg, teasing
herself with its touch, and then the other, he saw it was a large
dark dildo shaped like a man's penis.
She moved it higher and higher up her legs and when she lightly
touched her cunt with its dark tip, she had another orgasm. They
heard the air sucked into her cunt and she threw her head back
with pleasure. She plunged the dark dildo deep in her cunt while
it was wide open.
It must have been about ten inches long, and she thrust most of
it inside her dripping cunt. Then she started moving it in and
out in quick motions. The pink lips of her cunt were pulled in
and out with the movement of the dildo. Her other hand reached
around and felt her asshole. First she just teased her asshole
with the tip of her finger, and then she started rubbing it in
the same rhythm as the dildo.
Sealy's mouth was very dry, so he closed it and shifted his
weight. His rock-hard dick shifted in his pants and he knew that
he would have to change before he handed out any more
newsletters.
Nancy's movements went faster and faster, and then she slapped
her butt and exploded in another orgasm. She pulled the dildo
out and detonated. She sank down to her knees. She put the
dildo in the bag and rubbed her juicy cunt with a red towel.
Then she stood, dropping the towel into the open bag. She rubbed
both her breasts and turned to find her blouse.
While she dressed, the men were completely silent. They watched
in awe as Nancy put all her clothes back on, closed the gym bag
and returned it to her closet. After she turned off the music,
she looked at both the men.
"That was a pretty good workout, I think," she said nonchalantly.
Fred nodded and rose slowly.
Sealy cleared his throat. "Yes, it was, I think, Nancy." She
looked at him and smiled. "Thank you," he said, smiling.
"You're welcome, Sealy."
"Yeah, neighbor," Fred said, "come see us again."
Sealy hardly noticed their passage to the front door with the
required social chit chat. He said good bye and breathed deeply
as the door closed behind him. He noticed that the newsletters
he had been carrying were soggy now. Oh, well. Maybe the other
neighbors wouldn't notice.
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