The Handsome Young Neighbor

I couldn’t believe the thrill I felt as I watched Clarke, my young and handsome neighbor, stride across the lawn, his muscular body glistening with sweat from the summer heat. I had only recently moved to this quiet suburban neighborhood, and Clarke, with his bright smile and easygoing nature, had been a welcoming presence from the start. But today, as I observed his toned physique and the way his tight t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders, I felt a different kind of warmth coursing through me.

I had just turned 37, and I was feeling more confident and adventurous than ever. My blonde hair fell in soft waves around my face, and I knew my blue eyes held a hint of mischief as I greeted Clarke with a smile. “Hey, Clarke, I’m so glad you could help me with this furniture pickup. I really appreciate it.”

Clarke, at 18, was a vision of youthful energy. His sun-kissed hair framed his striking features, and his green eyes sparkled with a playful light. “No problem, Ms. Sharon. Happy to lend a hand. Especially for a beautiful lady like yourself.” His flirty tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a tingling between my thighs that I hadn’t experienced in a while.

I needed to pick up a vintage dresser I had found on an online classifieds site. It was a rare find, and I was eager to add it to my bedroom, but it was too large and heavy for me to manage alone. Clarke’s pickup truck was the perfect solution, and I was more than happy to have him accompany me.

As we drove to the seller’s location, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Clarke’s strong hands on the steering wheel. His forearms were tanned and defined, and I imagined those hands running over my body, caressing every inch of my skin. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the road ahead, but my mind was already wandering to the possibilities that lay ahead.

The seller lived in a quaint neighborhood not far from ours. Clarke effortlessly lifted the heavy dresser onto his truck, his muscles flexing with each movement. I felt a surge of desire as I watched him work, his shirt rising to reveal a glimpse of his taut stomach.

“Wow, Clarke, you’re really strong,” I said, my voice husky with admiration. “I’m so grateful you’re helping me with this. It’s a real armful, isn’t it?” I couldn’t help but emphasize the word ‘armful,’ a subtle innuendo that made Clarke’s eyes widen with understanding.

“Yeah, it’s a heavy one,” he replied, wiping the sweat from his brow. “But I’m happy to help. Anything for you, Ms. Sharon.” His words sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I knew I had to have him.

On the drive back, I felt the tension building between us. Clarke’s gaze kept flicking to me, his eyes lingering on my legs, which were crossed in a way that showcased my smooth thighs. I uncrossed them slowly, enjoying the way his breath hitched as he noticed.

“So, Clarke, you’ve been a huge help today,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “I’d like to show my appreciation. How about a massage when we get back? I know you must be sore from all that heavy lifting.”

Clarke’s eyes widened further, and I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. “A massage? That sounds amazing, Ms. Sharon. I’d love that.” His voice cracked slightly, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

Back at my place, we carried the dresser upstairs to my bedroom. The room was spacious, with soft lighting and a plush king-sized bed. Clarke set the dresser down gently, his eyes taking in the intimate surroundings.

“So, where do you want me to start with the massage?” he asked, his voice slightly breathless.

“Right here is fine,” I replied, gesturing to the bed. “Just take off your shirt and lie down. I’ll be right back with some oil.”

As I stepped out of the room, I heard Clarke’s belt buckle clink as he undressed. My heart raced as I prepared a sensual massage oil, adding a few drops of a special aphrodisiac blend I had purchased for occasions like this.

I re-entered the room, my eyes feasting on the sight of Clarke’s naked torso. His skin was golden and smooth, his chest broad and defined, with a light dusting of hair trailing down his flat stomach. His jeans hung low on his hips, showcasing the impressive bulge beneath.

“Wow, Clarke, you have an incredible body,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

I climbed onto the bed, straddling Clarke’s waist, and began to pour the warm oil onto his shoulders. My hands glided over his skin, kneading and massaging the tight muscles. I could feel his body relax under my touch, his breath coming in soft sighs.

“That feels amazing, Ms. Sharon,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed. “You have magic hands.”

As I worked my way down his back, my fingers brushed against the waistband of his jeans. I could feel his hard length straining against the fabric, and I knew I had to taste him.

“Turn over, Clarke,” I whispered, my voice thick with need. “I want to see all of you.”

Clarke complied, rolling onto his back, his thick cock tenting his jeans. I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned down and gently tugged his jeans and boxers down, revealing his throbbing erection.

“Oh my,” I breathed, my eyes taking in the sight of his thick, veined shaft. “You’re so big, Clarke. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

I took his length in my hand, stroking it gently, feeling the heat and hardness of his cock. Clarke let out a low groan, his hips arching off the bed. I leaned down and flicked my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip.

“Fuck, Ms. Sharon,” he gasped, his hands gripping the bedsheets. “Your mouth feels so good.”

I took him deeper, sucking and swirling my tongue around his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside. Clarke’s hands found my hair, gently guiding my movements as I bobbed my head up and down, taking him to the back of my throat.

“Suck it, Ms. Sharon,” he panted, his voice hoarse with desire. “Suck my cock like the little slut you are.”

His words sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I moaned around his length, my pussy throbbing with need. I wanted to feel him inside me, to be filled by his youthful vigor.

I climbed off the bed, my eyes never leaving his rock-hard dick. “I want you, Clarke,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my body. “I want to feel you fuck me.”

Clarke sat up, his eyes dark with lust. “I want to fuck you too, Ms. Sharon. I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I straddled him, positioning his thick cock at my entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lowered myself onto his length, taking him deep inside me. Clarke’s eyes rolled back as he filled me, his hands gripping my hips to guide my movements.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice raw. “Ride my cock, Ms. Sharon. Show me how much you want it.”

I began to move, rising and falling on his shaft, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Clarke’s hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Yes, Clarke, yes!” I cried out, my body on fire. “Fuck me harder, please!”

Clarke flipped us over, his strong arms easily lifting my body. He positioned himself between my thighs and thrust into me with renewed vigor, his cock pounding into my wetness.

“You’re so wet, Ms. Sharon,” he grunted, his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he fucked me relentlessly. My body coiled tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to an unbearable pitch.

“Oh God, Clarke, I’m gonna come!” I screamed, my body shaking as the orgasm ripped through me.

Clarke kept thrusting, his own release building. “Come on my cock, Ms. Sharon,” he growled. “Let me feel your pussy milk me dry.”

His words sent me over the edge again, and I came hard around his shaft, my pussy clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses. Clarke followed soon after, his cock throbbing as he emptied his load deep inside me.

We lay entangled on the bed, our bodies glistening with sweat and satisfaction. Clarke’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his eyes shining with a mixture of contentment and awe.

“That was incredible, Ms. Sharon,” he said, his voice soft. “I never imagined it would be like this.”

I smiled, my heart filled with a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. “Neither did I, Clarke. But I’m so glad it was.”

As I lay there, feeling his softening cock still nestled inside me, I knew this was just the beginning of a scorching hot adventure with my young, virile neighbor.