1. The Guy Next Door - Part One


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    possibly have some ice?” I stared at her. “Like ice cubes?” “Yeah. I guess.” She didn’t look sure. “Any kind of ice you have.” She was the prettiest I’d seen. Way too pretty for him. She looked like she should be married to a president. No makeup, long, thick eyelashes, perfect brows and a soft pink mouth. I could see the shape of her breasts through the shirt but they weren’t overly large. Her legs were long and slender; total Veet commercial material. I blinked, hoping I hadn’t been staring and mutely went to the kitchen. Opening the freezer, I rifled past peas and ice cream before emerging with a bag of small ice cubes. I handed them to her without a word, was further dazzled by her grateful smile and after shutting the door, ran over to the wall without a second’s hesitation. “ Got it? Good girl. ” Good girl? GOOD GIRL ? Ugh! How could she bear to be praised like an obedient pet? I scoffed out loud. God, how I hated stupid Cooper with his stupid arrogance and stupid fake manners. Ugh. A girl like that should be taken out to a fancy restaurant by someone rich and kind. But even as I thought it, I knew a decent man would drop her at her front door with a measly kiss. He wouldn’t give her what Cooper could. “ Put your hands against the wall .” A second later, I knew which wall he meant. It was the one I was leaning against. I started, wondering how thick it was. It might just be timber and plaster. What if they could hear me breathing? The next time he spoke, his voice was ...
    so close that I jumped. “ Bend over. Keep your hands there .” I shut my eyes, my finger grazing against the top of my thigh. He could have been talking to me. I heard her moan and the sound sent shivers through me. It was a long, achingly wistful sound, desperate in a way. “ Too c-cold. So… fuck .” “ Don’t speak. You know the rules .” A few seconds passed in silence. And then unable to bear it anymore, her voice came out again. “ But really. Please. I can’t. Please .” He sighed theatrically. “ You wanna leave? The door’s wide open .” “ No, I -” “ Then stop fucking complaining .” Silence. An agonising whimper. What was he doing? Ice. Fuck. “ You like that? Is it cold ?” She whimpered again. I could only imagine how he was manipulating her body. A grunt. A muffled half-scream. I touched my clit through the silky material of my underwear and my hips jutted forward reflexively. It had been so long, too long, since I’d been with a man. And no one like Cooper. He seemed to know how to make sex into something girls begged for. He slapped her ass. I recognised the sound as if it was something I was accustomed to, which through eavesdropping, I was. Her gasp was choked and he did it again, spanking her over and over, making her body thud against the wall. “ Still cold ?” he asked. Her reply was incoherent and a short while later he spoke again. “ Fuck. It’s melting. Let’s go to the bathroom .” I almost groaned out loud. There was nothing I could do but hear their footsteps fade. I got ...
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