The Neighbor

Chapter 1

This is the start of a kind of prequel to one of the Negan drabbles I posted a while ago, 'Is that my shirt?' I hope it starts to set the scene a bit. Any feedback would be awesome. Thanks!

You'd watched the removal trucks arrive, along with a Harley Davidson motorcycle, and when the guy riding it had dismounted, and removed his helmet, you'd been unable to tear your eyes away. He stood, running his hand through his salt and pepper beard, his dark framed glasses, glinting in the sunlight. As he looked around, scanning the nearby houses, he caught your eye through your kitchen window, and smiled. Embarrassed to have been caught staring, you dropped your eyes to the dishes you'd been scrubbing. Damn. I hope I didn't have my mouth hanging open.

A minute or two later, you could sense that you were being watched, and you chanced another look. Yep. There he was, in exactly the same position. Has he been looking at me this whole time?! As your eyes met his, he winked, and lifted his shirt a little to scratch his stomach. Oh lord! The dark hair disappearing below his low hanging pants had you licking your lips in appreciation.

Appalled at your lustful thoughts, you abandoned the dishes, and backed away from the window. Oh my god. What is wrong with me?

You spent the rest of the afternoon busying yourself with housework and dinner. Trying desperately to keep your hot new neighbor out of your thoughts. That night, after you'd eaten dinner with your husband, Eugene, you made your advances, hoping he'd ease the ache you'd had between your thighs for the past 5 hours.

You shimmied up close to him on the sofa, placed your head on his chest and began palming his crotch. As he started to harden under your touch, you softly moaned and looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on the tv, and he uttered words that nobody wants to hear. "Not tonight, Mrs Porter. I've been hard at work all day and I don't think I would fulfil your needs effectively. My apologies."

Well. You huffed out your displeasure loudly, and took yourself up to your bedroom. After you'd washed up ready for bed, you settled yourself under the duvet with your book, still distracted by the low level throbbing going on inside your underwear.

You were on the back of his motorcycle. He was taking you somewhere. What the hell is going on? I don't even know his name. Why am I here?

Suddenly he was inside you. Plunging so deep, you could see stars. Oh my! His hands were everywhere. Touching you. Everywhere you needed it.

Your pleasure was reaching its peak. Your hips wildly pushing back as he held onto them from behind. Oh gosh. Ah! Aaahhh!

Waking with a start, it took a second to realise you were in bed. Eugene was beside you. Softly snoring, like he did. You'd never come in your sleep before, and you felt incredibly satisfied. More so than you'd felt in years. How odd. You could feel the dampness between your legs, and reaching down, you were shocked that you'd completely soaked through your panties. There was even a wet patch on the sheet. Oh!

Gently climbing out of bed, you changed your underwear, and slipped back in beside your husband. In your sated state, you quickly fell back to sleep, and dreamed again of your new hot neighbor.

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Three days after you first laid eyes on your new neighbor, you'd managed to avoid any further sightings. You were shocked, upset, and honestly a little bit frightened of the way your thoughts had been going. Every night you'd had vivid dreams of him inside you. Fucking you. You rarely used such vulgar words, but there was no other word for it. You'd never been fucked like you were in your dreams. Sex with Eugene, while it was always.....nice...it was very samey. And compared to your dream sex, very VERY bland.