Neighbor’s Daughter – Part 1

Neighbor’s Daughter – Part 1

Introduction:

It took a bit of time to get to know our new neighbors, but I eventually became very close to their daughter. On a night when she really needed someone to be there for her, I was the one she turned to.
Some new neighbors moved in across the street from us a few months ago, but it took a little while before we had the chance to formally meet them or really even see them other than from a distance.

About a month after they moved in, on an otherwise ordinary Saturday morning, there was a knock on our door. When I opened it, there was a nice looking 40-ish year-old man standing there whom I didn’t recognize.

He reached out his hand to shake mine and said, “Hi, I’m Steve, your new neighbor. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself sooner, but it’s been a pretty crazy few weeks with the move and all.”

As I shook his hand, I replied, “Hey Steve, I’m Justin. Nice to finally meet you, and welcome to the neighborhood.”

Steve continued, “Hey, I know this is pretty short notice, but My wife and I are having a birthday party next Saturday for our daughter, Ashley, who’s turning 18. I just wanted to invite you and your wife over so we can get to know each other a little better. It’s not going to be anything fancy, just your typical pool party. We already invited all the other neighbors over. We going to start around 3:00pm but everyone’s just coming whenever they can.”

I said, “That sounds great. I don’t think we have anything going on, so we’ll see you there. Is there anything we can bring?”

“No need to bring anything,” Steve replied. “We’re just trying to keep it simple. But thanks for asking.”

“Ok, we’ll see you then,” I said.

Later that afternoon, I told my wife, Kara, about the party, and she said, “Sounds like fun. It’ll be nice to finally meet the new neighbors.”

Kara and I have been married for 9 years and are childfree by choice. We still love each other and get along great, but between her frequent business travel and the demands of my job, we rarely spent much time together other anymore. Our relationship had seemingly turned purely platonic. Even so, I had never cheated on her. I came very close a few times with women that had hit on me, but I always broke it off before things went too far.

When the Saturday of the party arrived, it was a warm and sunny southern California afternoon as Kara and I headed over to Steve’s house around 4:00pm. There was a sign on the door that read, “Come on in!”

As we walked through the house towards the backyard, there looked to be about 30 people at the party. Glancing around, I waved at a few of our other neighbors that Steve had invited. There were ten or so other kids in the pool splashing around. By their younger age, I assumed they were probably Ashley’s friends.

I spotted Steve tending the grill and walked over there with Kara to say hi. I introduced Kara to Steve and we exchanged the typical small talk between people who don’t really know each other.

After a couple of minutes, Steve said he wanted us to meet his wife. He looked to his right and called out, “Hey Lindsay. Come over here, hon, and meet our neighbors.”

Lindsay was wearing a bikini top and had a short lacey wrap tied around her waist. I was taken aback by this very attractive brunette with a really nice body. She had very full breasts with just the right amount of “bounce” as she walked over to us from across the pool deck. By her small waist and flat stomach, you would never guess that she was the mother of an 18-year-old.

As we introduced ourselves, I had to focus on maintaining eye-contact with Lindsay and fight the urge to sneak peeks at her incredible body.

We talked amongst each other, and the conversation quickly became more relaxed and natural. As brief as it was, I think we were all getting the sense that we had a lot in common and that we were going to enjoy being neighbors.

After a few minutes, Steve looked over towards the pool and yelled out, “Ashley. Hey Ashley, can you please come over here for a minute?”

It was hard to tell exactly who Steve was talking to, as there were several young girls in the pool, but then I saw one of them moving towards the ladder to get out.

I really struggled to control my reaction as I watched this gorgeous young girl slowly climb the ladder out of the pool. I was absolutely stunned by the perfection of what I was seeing. Ashley was wearing a very revealing bikini with a top that barely contained her full firm breasts and didn’t do much to conceal her subtly erect nipples. The bottom of her suit didn’t cover her tight little ass at all as the thong back was discretely hidden between her beautiful smooth cheeks. The bright white fabric looked incredible against her tanned skin that was glistening with droplets of water from the pool. Her hips were curved in perfect proportion to the rest of her amazing body.

It was clear that she got all the best parts of her mother’s genes.

I was surprised that her parents seemed to be ok with her wearing such a skimpy bikini at a neighborhood pool party, but I certainly wasn’t going to say anything. I was guessing that was probably Lindsay’s influence, and maybe that was just what they were used to.

After she was out of the pool, Ashley walked a few feet from the ladder over to a nearby lounge chair to grab a towel, which she then modestly wrapped around herself under her arms. It’s a good thing she did, because I don’t know if I would have been able to take my eyes off her amazing body in that bikini.

Ashley walked towards us and as she got closer, I could more clearly see her beautiful face that was just the right combination of cute and sexy. Her alluring long sandy-brown hair and sky-blue eyes perfectly complimented her amazing body.

Kara and I introduced ourselves and Ashley responded with a cute little bubbly personality that you would expect from an 18-year-old girl. I was surprised at how long she stayed around talking to us given her friends were all there and we were basically strangers to her, but she seemed very comfortable with us and mature beyond her years, and the three of us had a very nice conversation.

We actually stayed at the party much longer than we planned to. Once the drinks got flowing, we had a great time talking and laughing around the firepit with our new friends and old neighbors. Ashley and some of her friends even hung around, and they all seemed very comfortable mixing with the adults.

As the next couple of months went by, I’d run into Ashley every few days when she was coming or going from her house, and we’d stop and have some nice chats. I’m not sure exactly how or when it happened, but we also started texting each other almost every day which caused us to grow even closer. She seemed to like my sense of humor, and, despite our age difference, we had quickly gotten very comfortable confiding in each other. At one point, she told me she had a boyfriend, which came as no surprise whatsoever. I mean, there’s NO WAY a girl this hot wouldn’t have one. But she never really talked about him and I didn’t ask. I figured it was none of my business unless she wanted to tell me something.

There were times when I thought, or more likely fantasized, she might actually be flirting with me, but I would quickly dismiss those thoughts and remind myself that, not only did she have a boyfriend, but there was absolutely no doubt that she was getting plenty of attention from any number of guys her own age. The realistic chance of her wanting anything other than friendship from me was virtually zero, and I certainly wasn’t expecting or pushing for anything more than that.

Even with our rapidly developing friendship, I had never gotten the image of her in that bikini out of my mind from when we first met. I was always hoping for another chance to see her out by the pool, but the opportunity never presented itself. Unfortunately, their pool was hidden from view, which was probably for the best. If I could see it, I would probably spend half my time at home trying to get another glimpse of her amazing body.

As Summer was quickly fading away, on an early-August weekend, Steve told me that he and Lindsay were going to be out of town the following weekend visiting her mother. He asked if I could keep an eye on the house and he also let me know that Ashley would be staying there alone while they were gone. I told him not to worry about anything and to let Ashley know that she can contact me if she needs anything.

Steve said, “Thanks, I appreciate that. She’s a very responsible girl, but it’s good to know she’ll have someone to call if there are any problems.”

Completely coincidentally, Kara had to go out of town on business over the same weekend. That wasn’t unusual, as she often had to travel for business. I already had several home projects planned for that weekend, so I was looking forward to having some time to focus on them.

When that weekend arrived, Kara had already left town on Thursday evening, and Steve and Lindsay left on Friday afternoon. After I got home from work on Friday, I just kicked back with a beer and watched some baseball. After the game ended, I watched the local news because I wanted to see what the weather was going to be on Saturday. There were forecasts earlier in the week for severe thunderstorms in the area, but it seemed like maybe it would miss us. However, the forecast had changed to the storm coming right at us later on Saturday afternoon. I was a little bummed because I didn’t know how much of my project work I’d be able to get done, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

As Saturday morning rolled around, I could see the dark clouds building in the west and it seemed certain that we were going to get hit pretty hard. I got some work done in the morning, but then the wind started picking up in the late afternoon to the point where I had to call it quits for the day.

As the sun set and it got dark, the wind continued to blow harder and then the rain started. The storm continued to increase in intensity, with hail, thunder and lightning. It was really getting pretty crazy, when all of the sudden the power went out, but I wasn’t really surprised given the intensity of the storm. Now it was just a matter of waiting it out.

The temperature had dropped quite a bit, and the rain was coming down hard and steady as I started gathering some flashlights and lighting candles to prepare for the night ahead. I just had a few more things to take care of when there was an unexpected knock on the door. I was thinking, “Who can that possibly be?”

I opened the door to find Ashley standing there shivering with her arms folded in front of her trying to keep warm. Even with the flashlight pointing down towards the floor, I could clearly see her fully erect nipples pressing against her soaking wet bra and T-shirt.

She said in a shivering voice, “Hi Justin, I’m really sorry to bother you, but we lost power, too, and this storm is really scaring me. It’s so dark over there that I couldn’t even find a jacket or umbrella or anything.”

I replied, “Hey, hey, it’s ok, Ashley, come on in. Let’s get you get dried off and you can stay here until it blows over.”

“Really,” she replied? “I don’t want to bother you, but I would really feel better staying here with you than over there by myself.”

“No problem at all,” I said. “Kara’s out of town ‘til Tuesday, so it’ll be nice to have the company.”

“Why don’t you go upstairs and use the towels in the bathroom to get dried off,” I continued. “You can borrow some of Kara’s clothes from the closet, so you don’t have to wear those wet ones.”

Ashley said, “That would be awesome. Thank you so much!”

As Ashley headed upstairs with a flashlight, I closed the front door and continued getting things organized downstairs.

After about 15 minutes, Ashley came back downstairs and I was very surprised to see what she was wearing. Instead of picking out something of Kara’s, she was wearing one of my flannel button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled-up just past her wrists and the top two buttons undone, but with no pants. The shirt was long enough to completely cover everything down to her upper thighs, and it was certainly a lot more than I had seen her wearing by the pool a couple of months ago. It looked really great on her, but I just wasn’t expecting it.

I asked her, “Couldn’t you find anything of Kara’s to wear?”

She replied, “Yeah, I looked through some of her clothes, but then I saw your shirt hanging there. It just looked so warm and comfortable. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no, no,” I said. “I don’t mind at all if that’s what you want. It’s totally up to you.”

I decided to start a fire in the fireplace to add some warmth to the room and give us a little more light. I sat on the sofa and Ashley sat on the armchair across the room from me with a blanket on her lap. We started talking and laughing about stuff like we normally do and it was actually turning into kind of a fun evening.

Then, however, the storm started getting worse. The wind was really howling and the lightning and thunder felt closer and more frequent than ever.

Ashley was clearly getting nervous when she said, “Would it be ok if I come over and sit by you on the sofa? This storm is really starting to scare me.”

Without really thinking, I said, “Sure, come on over here.”

With a cute little smile on her face, she grabbed her blanket and scurried over to the sofa. I guess I didn’t really expect that when she said she wanted to sit by me that she meant right next to me. But before I could say anything, she nestled herself against my side underneath my arm.

As she settled in against me, she said, “Thank you. This is so much better.”

I was a little paralyzed at that point. As I could feel the warmth and softness of her body against my side, my mind couldn’t help but drift to thoughts about seeing Ashley in her bikini. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she looked so sexy in the firelight wearing just my shirt that discretely covered her body but left so much more to the imagination.

I had to do everything I could to maintain my composure and fight my desires, when I felt her put her hand on my chest. The worst possible thing I could have done at that moment was to misread her intentions. Was she actually flirting with me, or was I just fantasizing again? I had to play it safe and not respond as I could feel her thumb start to lightly brush back and forth on my chest. I was still so certain that I was misreading everything that was happening.

Ashley hadn’t said anything for few minutes until she whispered, “Even though this storm is really scary, I’m so glad I’m here with you. It’s really nice.”

I said, “I’m glad I could be here for you. I care a lot about you and really want you to be safe.”

She softly replied, “You know, I think about you a lot…. Sometimes, I can’t help what I’m thinking.”

Now, I was feeling a combination of nervousness and excitement like I probably hadn’t felt since I was a teenager myself.

I still felt like I had to be very careful not to misread what I thought was happening, so I said, “Really? What kind of things do you think about?”

She said, “Well, you’re so nice to me, and you really seem to understand me…. And you’re really handsome…. I mean, I know I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could this incredibly hot 18-year-old girl possibly be having thoughts like that about me? I kind of laughed to myself as I thought, “Where were you when I as 18?”

I had to say something and not just sit there like an idiot, so I said. “Wow, I can’t even tell you how flattered I am. What about your boyfriend?”

Ashley replied, “He’s ok, but he really just cares about himself. Even with sex, it’s always just about him.”

Now things had taken an even more serious and dramatic turn. The sex card was now on the table, and I had to decide whether I was all-in, or if I was folding.

I proceeded carefully by asking, “Why don’t you break up with him? Trust me, you could find a better guy in a second.”

“I know, I probably should,” she replied. “But even the other guys I’ve dated haven’t been much better.”

“Well, believe it or not,” I responded, “I understand exactly what you’re saying. When I was that age, I probably wasn’t a whole lot different. It usually takes a guy to get a few more years of maturity before he realizes that he needs to treat women better.”

As Ashley nestled herself further into my side, she said, “You see? You get it. You know what girls want.”

We both laughed as I said, “Yeah, but I definitely learned the hard way.”

While we were talking, Ashley was now lightly sliding her hand back and forth over my chest. As much as I was trying to fight it, the combination of our increasingly personal conversation, the sight of her in my shirt by the firelight, and her hand rubbing my chest was causing my cock to swell. There was no denying it, I just had to try as hard as I could not to let her notice.

After another minute or so, Ashley asked, “Soooo, I told you that I have crush on you…. What do you think about me? Be honest.”

Oh man, was that a loaded question!

I replied, “Well, if I’m being completely honest, I’ve never forgotten the first day we met. When you came out of the pool wearing that bikini, I just thought, wow, that’s the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”

She squeezed herself against me as she said, “Really??? That’s so sweet.”

I said, “No, I mean it. You really are the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”

With that, she turned towards me with an expression on her face that was pleading for me to kiss her.

I couldn’t resist the urge and as I leaned in, she met me halfway and we started passionately kissing like I hadn’t experienced in years.

After a couple of minutes, I had to break it off, as I said to her, “You have no idea how much I want this, but I’m married, and you’re 18, so we should probably stop.”

She shyly replied, “I know you’re married, and I know you’ve told me that your relationship with Kara isn’t doing great. But I swear I will never tell anyone about this. It’s something that I really want, and I want it to be our secret.”

As much as I wanted her, I was still paralyzed by indecision. I was already on the verge of losing any remnants of restraint that I might have left, when Ashley then took control of the situation. I wasn’t expecting it as she quietly got up off the sofa and turned and stood just a couple of feet in front of me.

If you had asked me before that moment how many buttons were on my shirt, I could have only guessed. I mean, who ever thinks about that? But now, I counted the seven little round buttons that were all that remained between me and this incredibly hot girl that I had fantasized about so many times.

The top two buttons of her shirt were already undone. Ashley reached for the third button and slowly unfastened it, which started revealing her beautiful cleavage. It felt like an eternity between each button. As she undid the fourth button, I could see that she wasn’t wearing bra.

I said to her in a surprised tone, “You’re not wearing a bra?”

She replied in a soft sexy voice, “Of course not, Silly. My bra and panties were soaking wet from the rain, so I left them upstairs to dry.”

I swallowed hard and could feel my heart beating in my chest as she moved to the fifth button. She knew full well how much she was teasing me as the shirt fell slightly open to reveal just a little more of her incredible body with each button. I don’t think I blinked the whole time.

As she slowly undid the last two buttons her shirt was now completely open but still partially covering her beautiful breasts. She was standing with her knees together, so I couldn’t see her pussy, but I was excited to see that her skin was completely bare.

She looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes and gave me a coy little smile. She gently bit the corner of her lower lip as she pulled the shirt off her shoulders and slowly lowered it to her waist. She held it there for a moment and then let the shirt fall gently to the floor. She was now standing in front of me completely naked with her right knee slightly bent forward. The soft glow of the firelight on her amazingly perfect body is an erotic image that will be burned into my memory forever.

By then, we had both become oblivious to the storm raging outside. In fact, it only added to the excitement and anticipation of what was to come.

Ashley raised her hand to her forehead and combed her fingers through her silky sandy-brown hair as she moved towards me. She got down on her knees in front of me and gently spread my legs farther apart so she could get closer; her eyes were locked on mine the entire time.

She slowly slid her hands from my knees and up my thighs. She could now clearly see the obvious bulge in my pants and smiled at me as her thumbs briefly brushed across my hard cock. Her hands continued up to the bottom of my shirt where she started pulling it up over my head. When the shirt mercifully uncovered my eyes, Ashley’s beautiful breasts were just inches from my face.

She tossed my shirt on the floor and slid her body back down on me as we started passionately kissing again. The sensation of her bare breasts against my chest was simply incredible. If nothing more than that happened, I would have been completely happy. But Ashley had other ideas.

She interrupted our kiss and slid her hands down my chest to my waist. Her hands moved towards the button on my pants.

She looked into my eyes and innocently asked, “Is it ok if I take these off?”

As if there was any doubt, I simply smiled and replied, “Absolutely.”