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Title: “Naughty Neighborly Nibbles”
The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow through the windows of the cozy suburban home. 28-year-old Natasha, a busty brunette bombshell, lounged on her couch in a skimpy tank top and tiny sleep shorts, flipping through channels on TV. A sudden knock at the door snapped her out of her lazy haze.
She sauntered over and opened it to see her neighbor Ethan, a strapping 25-year-old with tousled hair and mischievous blue eyes. He grinned devilishly, holding up a large potted plant.
“Hey Nat, I was out getting my mom a birthday gift and figured yours could use some TLC too,” he said, handing her the colorful monstera. “Thought I’d stop by and help you repot it, since you’re not great with plants. Remember last time I found your ficus half dead from overwatering?” He chuckled.
“Oh Ethan! You’re a lifesaver, as always,” Natasha purred, purposely “accidentally” brushing her ample bosom against his firm chest as she took the plant. “Come on in.”
Ethan followed her inside, eyes glued to her swaying hips and the tantalizing way her round cheeks strained against the thin fabric of her shorts. Natasha knelt down by the coffee table and bent over as she found the old pot to transfer the plant into – giving Ethan a perfect view of her barely-covered rear.
“So, what do you think I should do with the old potting soil?” she asked innocently over her shoulder, still bent at the waist. “I normally just toss it…”
“Not a fan of waste. Maybe we could do something…filthy with it instead,” Ethan growled, moving closer behind her. But before he could reach out and grab those delectable cheeks, Natasha straightened up.
“Oops, sorry, forgot I have to bounce!” she said quickly, tossing her hair. “Gotta get ready for this networking event tonight. Raincheck on the plant duty?” She bit her lip, looking up at him from under thick lashes.
“Oh, of course, n-no problem,” Ethan stammered, trying to hide his disappointment (and unfortunate tenting in his jeans). “Uh, I know you just moved here a few months ago, but you’re fitting in great with the neighbors. So glad to have you close by!”
“Mm, me too,” Natasha practically purred, staring at him with bedroom eyes. She stepped closer and traced a manicured nail down his chest. “I’ve been loving our little chats. You really know how to make a girl feel…welcome.”
She was close enough now that Ethan could smell her perfume – something sweet and floral, mixed with the intoxicating scent of her own arousal. His cock throbbed painfully. As if reading his mind, Natasha reached down and daringly touched his package through his jeans.
“This looks like it needs some attention,” she murmured. “Especially after all the nice things you’ve done for me. Let me…return the favor.” Her voice was like honey.
With deft fingers, she unzipped him and pulled out his straining erection. It was an impressive specimen – long, thick, and already leaking precum. Giggling, Natasha dropped to her knees and started slowly licking it from base to tip, swirling her tiny pink tongue around the swollen head.
“Ooooh fuuuck,” Ethan groaned, hands fisting at his sides. His hips involuntarily bucked forward, desperate for more of that hot, wet sensation.
Natasha looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye and grinned around his cock before tilting her head and running the underside along the soft sole of her bare foot. She started giving him a delicious “foot job”, sliding him slickly back and forth between her cautious toes. The contrast in texture – her smooth, delicate skin and his throbbing heat – was mind-blowing for Ethan, who could barely stifle a moan.
His eyes rolled back as she started rapid-fire pumping, pinching the head of his cock with her big toe and curling her others around his shaft. In no time, he completely lost it, hips jerking erratically as he exploded all over her gorgeous foot, coating it in thick ropes of white cum. Natasha squealed in delight, digging her toes into him to wring out every last drop.
When he finally finished spurting, Ethan opened his eyes to the erotic sight of Natasha lustfully licking their combined juices off her sticky sole. She maintained eye contact as she sensuously cleaned herself, savoring his musk.
“Mmmm, you taste DIVINE, Ethan,” she hummed contentedly. “But we’re going to have do this again and again until I’m absolutely drenched. I’m so glad you’re so…generous.”
She gave his still-dripping member one last lingering lick before standing up and sauntering to the bathroom to wash up, leaving Ethan dazed, spent, and hanging out of his fly with a huge grin on his face. He knew this was going to be an ongoing “neighborly relationship” – the femme fatale next door was incredibly gifted with her feet, but also very demanding. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
