Welcome to the Neighborhood

I had just accepted a new job as a Marketing Director At&T moving me from Mississippi to California.  I had been out there for a little over a month now living in a hotel and I finally had found a nice house in a nice little cul-de-sac and bought the last house in the neighborhood.  I t as a hot sunny day I could feel the sun rays on the back of my neck as I was unloading the UHAL truck getting my things together.  Out of nowhere I heard a voice “Hello. Welcome to the neighborhood.” I turned around to see a beautiful woman standing in my presence.  “Hi.” I responded with a smile.  She looked me in my eyes and said, “Today is a sizzler, isn’t it? I’m Morgan Smith.  I made you some sweet tea to help cool you off.” “Why thank you.  I appreciate the welcome and the tea.”  I responded with a deep and sultry voice.  I reached out and took the glass from her hand, then downed the tea in just a few huge gulps. Morgan watched and I wondered what was going on her in mind.  She smelled so good as I inhaled deeply, unable to get enough of her scent.  “Ahhh. That hit the spot. Sorry to be so rude.  I didn’t even introduce myself yet.” I put my hand out to shake hers, while slyly assessing her body from head to toe.  She probably could tell that I found her 100% appealing.  “Morgan, huh?  I’m Shyne Williams.” “You weren’t being rude at all, nice to meet you Shyne. Is there anything I can help you with that’s not too heavy.” She grinned and flexed her little biceps.  “You’ve already helped me with the tea.  How about I return the favor later? I was planning to throw some steaks on the grill to reward myself for all this hard work.  If you’re not too busy, maybe you could join me.” “That would be nice, Morgan responded, what can I bring?” I looked into her brown eyes and simple said “Just bring yourself. Is 7 o’clock good for you?” “Yes. I’ll see you then.”  Morgan took the glass from my hands, and nearly dropped it as our fingers touched for the second time.  I pretended not to notice the effect I had on her.  Morgan strolled across the lawn in cuffed white short shorts, low-back halter top, and 4 inch platform sandals, keenly aware of my eyes scanning her body.

Later at my place I tried to impress Morgan with my amazing culinary skills, and great choice of music.  Neo Soul and smooth Jazz played in the background and I had all of my furniture set up inside and out.  It was still hot outside, but two fans attached to the patio awning blew down on us from above, providing relief from the heat.  “You sure settled in fast.  I like how you’ve set things up,” Morgan said, as she sat down in the well-cushioned patio chair I’d pulled out for her.  “I just stored the rest of my boxes in the garage.  I’ll go through them every day until I have everything unpacked.” “Those steaks are making my mouth water.” The lid to the Weber grill was closed, but aromatic smoke poured out of the few vents that were open on top.  “Good, I said, I only use mesquite wood instead of charcoal.  It gives the meat this naturally smoky flavor.  I hope you brought your appetite, because I made some southern dishes to go with it.  There’s brown sugar baked beans, yams, cornbread, and collard greens.  Save room for the peach cobbler too” Morgan looked at me and said, “Where in the world did you find the time to make all that food?” I leaned back and laughed.  “I came over here yesterday and started setting up the kitchen.  Some of my friends already told me they plan to drop in on me while I’m off this week, so I took the opportunity to cook some things up in advance.  Anyway, the baked beans, yams, and collards taste better the day after they’re cooked.  Morgan said “It sounds like you know what you’re doing.” “Don’t tell me you’ve never met a man who likes to cook.” “Okay, I won’t tell you.” “You’re funny. Truth is, both my grandmothers loved to cook and taught me a lot. Now, seeing as I’ve not found a woman to share my kitchen with yet, I’m lucky I know how to cook for myself.” “Well, I don’t have any skills in that direction.” Morgan replied. “You’ve never learned how you to cook?” I looked incredulous.  “No, I mean, I know how to heat up frozen foods, boil water for pasta, and make a boxed Mac and cheese, but I don’t make anything from scratch.” “Woman, how do you eat that tasteless stuff? I know what it’s like, because I’ve had to eat it from time to time when it’s been served to me at friends place, but I’d never eat it by choice.” “Of course I prefer freshly prepared dishes, which is why I eat out a lot. There are plenty of restaurants here that serve fresh food that doesn’t come from a box or a freezer.” “Okay. I apologize if I’ve offended you. It’s just that, more and more I’ve been meeting women who don’t cook. And most of them aren’t from the south.” “I have other skills outside the kitchen.” “No doubt” as I grinned slyly.  I served Morgan a glass of Cabernet, and proceeded to tell her all about myself.  I was new to California, and had transferred here a year ago at my employer’s request.  Before buying this house, I was in a hotel for a while then a small condo.  With house prices at their lowest in a decade, I was finally able to own my own home.  I got a Business degree from Alabama A&M University and had a nice job with a big cell phone company.  “Tell me more about your family,” Morgan said “My parents still live in Mississippi where I was born and raised.  So does my brother and sister.  I’ve got cousins, uncles, aunts, and two grandparents still alive there, too.” “Mississippi?” I knew you were from the south with you southern accent. Sorry if I offended you.” “That’s okay. It’s just that, you’re not the first person here to tell me I sound country. So, what about your family? Do they live nearby?”  “My mother lives in Fresno and we talk and see each other often.  I was an only child in a single parent household.  I have other relatives in New York, but they disowned my mother when she was 16 and pregnant with me. She chose to keep me when they tried to force her to have an abortion.” “Wow. That’s a hard knock.” “Yes it is and I never want that kind of life for my own kids.” “Oh. You have kids?” Morgan laughed nervously. “No, but eventually I would like to. I’m only 27 so I don’t want to think about kids yet.” “Why not? I’m 28, and if I’d met the right woman I’d be ready to be a father.” “Well that’s your choice.  There’s a lot I want to accomplish in my career before I start a family.” “So it’s just you in that huge house? What are you, a dancer, or some type of entertainer?” “Why would you think I was a dancer?” I looked at Morgan embarrassed. “I couldn’t help noticing how fit you are, and the way you walked across the lawn in those high heels—so…gracefully.” “No, I’m not a dancer, but I’ve studied dance since I was in high school.  I didn’t see a future in it, thought. I work for Kirkrich.” “You mean the company that built our houses?” “Yes, that’s the one.” “So, you must do something pretty high powered over there, unless you come from money.” “I’m an architect. I designed all the homes in this community.” “You’re serious?” “You look like you aren’t buying it. Yes, I’m serious.” “Sorry, I just didn’t know it was possible to have such a high level position at such a young age.” “Well, it is possible; it’s just not the norm.  I graduated high school when I was just 16, then entered undergrad…” “Oh, you’re one of those child prodigy types. I’m really impressed.  You wanna go for a swim? Or are you one of those sisters that don’t get her hair wet?” “I’d have to go home and change into my suit.  Aren’t those steaks almost ready?” I knew I was right about her hair but she wasn’t going to tell me that.  “Right, I’ll serve’em up over here.  You just sit down and put your legs in.  We can swim later.” “Okay.” Morgan sat down with a second glass of wine and let her legs float on the water while I went about fixing our plates.  It was nice to have a woman to cater too. “Here you go sexy legs.” I handed her a plate full of food, then sat down next to her with my own plate.  Without warning, I leaned in and kissed her on her lips.  “Sorry. I had to see what if felt like to kiss your beautiful lips.” “How did it feel?” I put my plate down.  “As hungry as I am for this food, I could skip it and eat you all night.” I know I caught Morgan off guard but I could tell she was feeling me, her body language told me what was on her mind.  She sat her plate down, too, and leaned in to kiss me. I savored the feel of her thick lips against mine.  Morgan slipped her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it.  Mmmmmmm.  She tasted like peaches and cinnamon.  Morgan reluctantly ended the kiss, and began feeding me food from my plate and I began feeding her food from hers.  Between bits, our lips met again and again.  “Ahem. Hey man. Sorry to crash the party,” a male voice interrupted our kissing and feeding fest.  I turned to see my best friend George! “What’s good, KING?” We shook hands. “This is my new neighbor, Morgan. She lives across the next door there.” We were both embarrassed as hell for being caught kissing someone we’d clearly known for a short time, and I knew I was low key pissed off for being interrupted.  I invited George in and told him to help himself to some food.  Morgan got up from the pool picked up her shoes and headed for the door.  I held her back for and minute and said “Where are you going, you don’t want any desert?” Licking me lips after.  She knew I meant the peach cobbler, but probably could tell from the big bulge in my pants that wasn’t the only dessert I was offering her.  “No, but thanks for feeding me. Everything was delicious,” as she walked toward the door.  I escorted Morgan, and when we got to my front porch, I tried to kiss her lips again, but. Morgan quickly turned and my lips just brushed her cheek.  Thereafter, my attitude changed.  I became cool towards her.  We never had any long discussions again, and whenever I’d see her outside all I’d give her was a simple, gruff, “Good Morning.” Or “Hello.”  I’d never ask her how she was doing, and if she would ask I would simple say, “I’m good, thanks.” That would be the end of it.

It was Halloween, after all the trick-or-treats in the neighborhood had long cease ringing my doorbell; I had some company come over.  While sitting outside talking and laughing I could see Morgan’s shadow coming from her bed room window.  I often wondered if she would look down at me while I was in my back yard.  I was dressed Hugh Hefner style with a smoking jacket and my company dressed as a Playboy Bunny.  She thrust her ass out toward my crotch and humped up and down against me while I embraced her from behind, kissing her neck.  As I had her laid out on a lounge chair by the pool with her legs wide open through the corner of my eye I saw movement in Morgan’s window.  I could feel her eyes watching me.  I started nibbling at my company’s inner thighs, working my way up to her pussy.  I helped her remove her strapless bunny suit.  Then, extending one long, shapely leg, she flung the outfit off of her stiletto-clad foot.  Even though I was with her I imagined Morgan touching herself.  My playboy bunny had no hair on her pussy and I dove right in.  Soon I could hear her moan in excitement, while she grabbed my head wanting more.  She draped her legs over my shoulders and flexed her feet so that her heels didn’t dig into my back.  “Ahhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh.  Oooooh, Shyne.  Ooooohh. Uhhhhhhh.”   I lifted her ass I my hands and messaged it between my fingers. I could see Morgan now and she was looking right as us.  I imagined her slipping her fingers into her panties and stroking her clit, never taking her eyes off the steamy action in my backyard.  I know she was pretending my playmate was her.  I stopped and stood up. My playmate whined, “Oh baby, come back, please come back.” “Oh I’m not through with you yet.” I flashed a smile at her.  Then stripped out of my costume.   Morgan was definitely watching now.  I started to feast on my playmate again.  I imagined Morgan stoking her clit faster, faster stroking her wet pussy—all while imagining how my tongue would feel all over and all up inside of her. Her clear, slimy juice coating her fingers and running down her inner thighs.  “Shynnnnne! Yeeeeeah! Mmmm. Yeeeeeass! Of Fuuuuuck! Shynnnnnne! Ooooohhhh…oooooooh…fuuuuuck!” My playmate was cumming. She was screaming my name.  Her pussy was feeling so good.  I could feel the intense spasms as her creamy cum surged forth.  I stood up and my playmate was taking my dick between her lips.  I imagined Morgan’s lips on my delicious looking work of art.  My long thick dick with just the hint of an upward curve in her mouth.  My playmate sucked me hard, deep into her throat, licked the ridge just underneath the head, and sucked the tip with her warm lips.  Soon I stopped her “Let’s take this inside, babe!”  When we stood up I saw Morgan duck down so she wouldn’t be seen but little did she know I had seen her from the beginning!

It had been a week or so after Halloween and I couldn’t get Morgan out of my mind.  It was something about her that just had me.  The thought of her consumed my mind.  I was coming home from work late one night and we pulled up to our respective homes at the same time.  Morgan didn’t even look my way. Damn I thought she didn’t even look my way.  I gathered all the courage I could and walked over to her front porch and without thinking my fingers and rung the door bell.  My heart threatened to jump right out of my chest.  Morgan answered the door with a robe on.  I figured she had gotten out of her work clothes to get comfortable.  As soon as Morgan opened the door, I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, letting my tongue play with hers in succulent swirls.  Morgan pulled me inside and pushed the door closed.  Our hands were all over one another.  I backed her up to the living room sofa, and opened her robe.  I don’t even remember taking off my cloths but we both were in a frenzy of lust as I explored her beautiful body with my hands and mouth.  I was so hungry for her.  I went down on her with my tongue as I worked my way from her breasts to her clit.  My tongue moved up and down her clit, and my lips sucked at her labia, gently pulling them into my mouth where I softly bit at them.  I plunged my tongue deep inside her.  Gripping her ass in my hands and tilting her up off the couch, I rubbed one thumb in the juices that my mouth and her pussy had created, and then slipped it into her ass.  I fucked her pussy with my tongue as I wiggled my thumb inside her ass.  Suddenly Morgan came with a passion.  “Ooooooohhh. Shynnnnne! Uuuuuuhhhh! Uuuhhhhh! Uuuuuhhhhhhh! Sounds rushed from Morgan’s mouth like she was rushing down the biggest hill on a roller coaster.  She had lost all her cool and control and melted in my hands.  While she was still quivering with spasms, I flipped her over and slipped on a condom.  Morgan looked back at me in eager anticipation.  When I had on my condom, I looked into Morgan’s eyes, grabbed her meaty ass in my hands and buried my long thick dick deep inside her drenched pussy.  Morgan gripped the back of the couch and threw her ass back at me every time I thrust toward her.  Morgan knew then why she heard screams coming from my back yard.  I knew how to please a woman and I wanted to please her more than anyone I’d had been with.  I took her breasts in my hands and massaged them, pulling on her nipples until she moaned my name over and over again.  I held her breast close together in one hand, and stroked her clit with the fingers on my other hand.  Our bodies clapped together as my balls jumped up repeatedly and slapped against her pussy lips.  Morgan started to cum again! But this time, I was right there with her.  “Damn, Morgan! Oooooooh!”  Morgan looked back at me. I was biting my bottom lip in pleasure! I slowly pulled out of her and said, “Don’t go anywhere I’ll be right back.” Morgan looked at me and simply nodded her head. I went to the bathroom to clean up, taking the condom off and wiping her cum from me.  I came back to couch and saw her laying down with her robe on eyes so beautiful watching my every move.  Desire raged inside me.  I lifted her up and took her upstairs to her bed room.  Morgan watched me as I came out of my boxers.  As soon as I lowered them, my dick popped out and pointed straight at her.  Morgan took off her robe and knelt down to taste me.  I smelled like the Tahitian body was in her bathroom but not even that sweet smelling stuff could mask my heady, natural masculine scent.  Morgan slowly flicked her tongue over the thick head of my dick.  Then lifted it so she could like the underside from the base to tip and back again.  “Ooooh, Morgan.” She loved hearing me saying her name that way, like I could just burst at any given moment simply from the feel of her tongue on my cock.  I caressed her nipples, gently tweaking and pulling on them.  As she began to work my dick into the back of her throat, my hands became more insistent, massaging her breasts like I was trying to extract milk from them.  “Mmmmmmmmph.” Morgan moaned.   After a while Morgan stood up and I began to kiss her voraciously.  I backed her up to the bed and lay down on top of her.  I slowly slide my soaking wet dick over her pussy lips.  “I want to feel you, Morgan.” “I wanna feel you, too.” Staring into her eyes, I put on another condom and slowly worked myself inside her.  Every inch of me inside her was searing hot sexual healing. Her pussy wrapped tightly around me as I slowly moved deeper and deeper.  “Aaaaahhh,” we said at the same time.  Morgan wrapped her legs around my waits, and I looked down at them. “Your legs look even more beautiful wrapped around my body.” I started to stroke her pussy slowly.  Morgan could feel me as I stirred her up, making her gasp each time I pulled almost completely out and plunging back in.  Her pussy spoke to me in squishes and squeaks.  Still looking into her eyes, I lowered my head firmly bit her nipples as I drove myself deeper and deeper, slamming my balls against her ass.   Morgan put her legs up over my shoulders so I could go even deeper.  Cupping her ass in m hands, I pulled out and stroked the tip of my dick over her clit repeatedly, then slipped it back in deep.  “Uuuuh. Do it again, baby.” I did it again and again and again until my dick flexed with the power of my orgasm as it rose up.  Morgan’s clit tingled with pleasure from all the stimulation I continually applied.  Suddenly, she was ripping down the hill of that roller coaster again. “Nuuuuuuhhh. Uuuuuuuh.      Ooooooh!   Shynnnnnnne. You’re making me cuuuuuum.”  Her pussy grasps my dick like a clamp! Plunging it deep inside of her one final time, I moaned in ecstasy, as I filled her to overflowing.  Morgan took her legs off of my shoulders and let the length of my body rest atop of hers.  I stayed inside of her, and her body hummed with contentment.  I nibbled on her ear lobe and whispered her name, “Mmmmmmm. Morgan,” sending shivers up her spine.  “You’re all I’ve ever wanted and needed since the day you brought me that sweet tea.” “I want to fall in love with my neighbor.”