Daddy's little princess

My neighbor liked my cake

I can't believe it. I am finally 18; my parents are throwing me a barbecue party in the afternoon, and they are inviting some of our neighbors. Usually, I wouldn't like that but ever since Mr. Thomas moved in about six months ago. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him.

My window directly faces his window. I see him every night like a ritual, right when he comes from work and unties his shirt and takes it all off. I haven't been able to see 'it' properly, but when he comes out of the shower with his towel wrapped around him, I can almost see the outline, and it gets me so wet. That I had to masturbate right afterwards.

He is 30, but with the most sexist body. He is 6'2, tan, and has curly hair. He looks much younger than his age; I guess that's why he gets so much attention from women. Every weekend, there is a different girl on his doorstep, but I am not going to let that stop me.

I get ready, and I see people have started arriving, so I head downstairs and say hi to everyone else. I am starting to get bored when the front door opens and it's him with a present in his hands. I head his way, in a slow, sexy pace since I am wearing heels with perfect red mini sundress.

"Mr. Thomas," I say almost in a whisper tone as I throw my hands up for a hug. He looked starstruck for a moment. He goes in for the hug and whispers, "happy birthday, gorgeous." Fuck. He smells so good.

I make sure to press my boobs up against his chest, but he lets go, clearing his throat. He says, "Here," motioning towards the gift.

"Well, you shouldn't have!"

"Well, you don't turn 18 every day; I hope you like it."

And just when I was about to reply, my father came in and interrupted us. "ROMAN! Welcome, let me introduce you to some people." I mouth 'thank you' as he walked away, his eyes still on me while giving me a quick smile.

A little while later. As we got to the cake, I made a very inappropriate wish that I longed for. We passed around cake and by now people were just sitting around and chatting. As I looked around, I didn't see Mr. Thomas anywhere. I asked my mom, and that's when she had told me that he had left before the cake cutting for some 'work thing.'

"You should take some cake for him, dear; he's our neighbor after all," she said casually. And that's when it came to me. The perfect moment.

I grabbed a piece of cake and said, "Well, only because you said so." I cheerfully walked out of my home gates and into his. I was getting butterflies all over. I knocked on his door and he came out, rubbing his eyes. And when he saw me, he looked surprised.

"They got the birthday girl running errands?"

"Well, you left before you got a piece of my cake, so I had to make the long trip here."

"Come in, Elizabeth."

I walked inside and looked around the space. He had decorated it very nicely. "Your home is beautiful," I said, still looking around.

"Not so bad," he said before walking towards the couch.

I sat the cake down, and he took a big bite of it.

"Vanilla, my favorite," he said with a mouthful. Not realizing he got some of his upper lips. I sat closer and wiped it off with my thumb. He slowly looked at me as I took it in my mouth and sucked on my finger.

"Mhm, mine too."

He said as his eyes gotten darken. "What are you doing, Elizabeth?"