Sexy Next Door Neighbor Novels & Stories

' He sat next to her. "What's up?" He tried not to sound too eager. "Okay, I have the theme for our next series. It will be called 'My Annoying Neighbor'. I got the idea from Mr. Northgate. Remember him? That older man who lived next door to us when you were in middle school?" "I remember him. He was creepy. He used to knock on our door all the time. Asking stupid questions about our landscaping and pool."

Liv was usually a neat freak constantly nagging Hannah to clean up either one of her messes or her gear off of the floor. Hannah began to hear soft noises coming from their shared bedroom in their apartment. "What the hell?". Hannah opened the bedroom door and was immedately hit with instant regret. Hannah saw her girlfriend currently in a mess of tangled limbs with another woman, naked in their bed. "Liv! What the hell?!" Hannah screamed. Startled, Oliva jumped up and threw a blanket over herself. "Hannah you're home early! I thought you wern't supposed to be home for another six months?!".

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

Lesley's face turned red, and she mumbled, "I... I thought you were Joe. I forgot we switched seats." Her voice grew so soft it was almost inaudible. Thinking about it, I realized she must have mistakenly thought I was Joe, given the position we were in before the switch. That explanation made my earlier thoughts seem much less exciting. I had imagined something more intense happening during this late-night movie with my neighbor's pretty wife. "You and Joe really seem to enjoy pushing boundaries," I said, teasing her. It seemed like she was trying to spice up her love life with Joe by doing such a thing in my presence.

FILTHY WITH THE SEXY OLDER COP HANNAH I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this! I’ve fantasized about watching Officer Keane, my unbelievably sexy neighbor, for months. This is the first night I’ve ever dared to do it, though. Maybe it’s because I turned 18 last week. I don’t know. Does spying on your sexy cop neighbor count as an adult decision? My pussy tells me it does. Of course, my pussy is also the reason I climbed the massive tree that separates our properties and is now straddling a branch at 11 p.m. trying to get a peek at my neighbor. Maybe I should start listening to my brain more.

Then, I turn and start walking away from them again. “Kaia.” He calls. At this point, I'm just going to scream. I don't stop. “We are already neighbours. Can we be friends?” He calls after me, his voice loud in the hallway. I don't stop either.

Felix POV: I stood frozen at the edge of the floor, watching a woman's hips grind slow and deliberate against Renato's lap, and something in my chest twisted so sharp it almost knocked the breath out of me. I didn't understand it. Whatever this was between us had no name I was allowed to use. The shared wall. The night neither of us ever mentioned. The dinner I'd bolted from less than two hours ago with some half formed excuse still hanging in the air behind me. None of it had a name. None of it gave me the right to feel like this and yet my whole body had decided otherwise, some instinct that hadn't gotten the memo about what we were or weren't to each other.

’’ I said smiling. We talked about other things, Nessa’s life lately, to be precised. She told everything from how it has been going to work and back home everyday, going for her gym classes every evening just to stay in shape because she felt she had added some extra pounds lately and wanted to shade off some weight. she always had stories to feed me with whenever we talked and I won’t lie, I looked forward to hearing her yell and spill everything to me. I listened to her all the time without any judgement, it felt so good to have someone to speak to without any worries in the world. Nessa was older than me by two years but talking to her feels nothing like it, she was always happy and full

“What should I call you then? Miss Macklin? The woman who likes to touch herself while listening to strangers fuck?” Another silence. “You’re an asshole!” “And you’re a voyeur.” I don’t miss a beat. “I guess we both have our flaws.” The dead click of the line rang in my ear, and I pulled it away from me, laughing heartily. I’d moved into this building without thinking it through six months ago. It was a good decision at the time. Good security, a nice view, and a perfect proximity to work. The fact that my neighbour turned out to be a stunning brunette who wrote erotica for a living?

Be the friendly neighbor. "Hey, I'm Damon from next door. Welcome to the neighborhood." Simple, right? But my mind spiraled. What if I touched her? Just a handshake, but my hand lingered on her soft skin, sliding up her arm, pulling her close. What if I backed her against the car, push that dress up her thighs, and feel the heat radiating from her pussy. What if I bent her over the hood, right there in broad daylight, yank her panties aside—if she was even wearing any—and slammed into her?