New Video 2024-04-25 11:07:06

Title: ” Befriending The Neighbourhood Newcomers ”
By-ThickTing

The sold sign in front of the quaint cottage on Maple Avenue has barely been taken down, but the excited chatter of a young couple moving in echoes through the quiet suburban street. I peer out my bedroom window, watching as they unload boxes from a moving truck.

It’s not often we get newcomers around here, so it’s always interesting to see who the new faces will be. The university student in me can’t help but stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. I tell myself I’m just being neighbourly, getting to know the new tenants. But truthfully, I’m dying to ogle the young, attractive couple…

Grabbing my bathrobe, I march across the lawn between our houses, putting on my best neighbourly smile. I’m greeted by a stunning brunette, not a day over 22, with lips so full they could be maternally kissed. Her ample chest seems to burst out of her tight shirt as she bends over to lift a heavy box.

“Hi there! I’m Becca, and this is my boyfriend, Paul. We just moved in next door,” she says with a bright smile, shaking my hand firmly. Up close, she smells of honeysuckle shampoo and arousal. Her coworker hands me a box to bring inside.

As we walk in, Paul turns to me, “Hey man, appreciate you helping us move in.” Paul is the antithesis of his girlfriend’s subtle sensuality. Broad shoulders, biceps straining against a white t-shirt, and thuggish good looks – Tall, handsome, and built like a brick wall. He emanates raw sexual energy.

“I’m Steve, nice to meet you both. Welcome to Maplewood,” I reply, trying to keep staring at his crotch from being too obvious. His jeans hug him so well, highlighting an impressive bulge. Leisure time between unpacking is spent getting to know them over ice cold beers, listening to their life stories. Becca and Paul meet in college, one thing led to another, and now they’ve decided to move in together. I smile, secretly hoping their future holds a lot of steamy, sweaty nights together.

“Well, this beer calls for a celebration! Let’s have another one,” Becca says, hopping up and grabbing another round. Becca’s giggles grow a little too loud as the third round is passed around, the alcohol loosening everyone’s inhibitions. Her hand rests on my thigh a little too long. Paul’s hand finds its way to the small of her back, shoulders touching as they joke together.

Paul stands up unsteadily, leaning on the back of my head as he points to the calendar on my fridge. “Damn, you’re right… That big festival is this weekend,” Paul slurs. “Hey babe, maybe we should hit that up! Get to know the town outside our new crib.”

Becca smiles up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, Steve! You have to come with us! Be our tour guide to the local scene.”

I know I shouldn’t but who could say no to an invitation like that, coming from a beauty like her? “Sure thing, I’d love to introduce you to the town,” I agree readily, noticing her hand wandering up Paul’s chest.

“Fantastic! One more beer and this whole weekend is planned!” Becca giggles, her hand now moving down to give Paul’s bulge a squeeze. His jeans are straining but he barely reacts, too focused on staring at her chest. Becca notices and her nipples harden before my eyes, poking through her thin top. I try not to lick my lips as I eye them up.

Paul turns to me, breaking the tension, “So, how about this town? What are the bars like around here?”

I clear my throat, “Well, there’s this dive bar called Chrissy’s on Main Street, but it gets pretty wild on the weekends. I’m more of a homebody these days,” I say, chuckling. “I prefer to stay in and relax with a good book by the fire.”

Becca smiles, leaning in closer to me. “Well, maybe you’ll make an exception this weekend. Wouldn’t want the new kids to get lost.”

Paul stands up, stretching his arms overhead. His abs flex and his shirt rides up, giving me a glimpse of a happy trail leading into his pants. “Alright, I think it’s time for me to take my girl home and get her tucked into bed,” he says with a wink before turning to me. “Thanks for the drinks, Steve. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Then they leave.

As soon as they’re out the door, curiosity gets the better of me and I peek through the blinds, watching their silhouettes through the windows. They’re at it like rabbits within minutes of closing the door behind them. I imagine his large hands massaging her delicate body, clothes scattering to the floor…

Groaning, I settle down to watch TV, hoping the distraction will calm me down. But I keep stealing glances at the house, wondering what they’re up to in there, loud moans and grunts punctuating my thoughts in the most distracting way. Finally, long after midnight, my eyes grow heavy and I go to sleep, dreams haunted by the scent of sex and honeysuckle.