My new neighbour

Saturdays are uneventful, usually consisting of a routine of visiting various cafes, catching up with friends and family over the phone, puttering around at home, doing housework, and preparing for the upcoming week of work.
Although this monotonous routine was familiar to me, I couldn't deny that it was dull and unsatisfying.

However, Sunday brought a sudden change. I was awoken by the loud sound of a removal truck and rough men's voices outside my window. It turned out that my next-door neighbours had moved out, leaving their house empty. I wondered who the new neighbours would be, and felt somewhat excited by the prospect of meeting them.

After a quick breakfast, I considered what to do with my free time. Despite having ample time to accomplish household tasks, I couldn't shake off the feeling of boredom and restlessness. I scolded myself for not making the most of my situation, and considered various options for the day.
Finally, feeling fed up with the monotony of my life, I declared that something needed to change.
Suddenly the door bell rings.
What! Now who could that be? I never get visitors.
"Wait, I'll be there!" I cried out, rushing for the door. Perhaps it was the new neighbours who just moved in next door. I pursed my lips, unsure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Finally, I made it to the door. I peered through the peephole. I was surprised to see a handsome man, standing at my door.
Hmmm.
I opened the door and came face-to-face with an absolute vision of male beauty. He looked tall, about six feet two, a high forehead, and dark eyes. A warm complexion, with an earnest expression. Further down, I saw broad shoulders and a wide, developed chest, encased in a shirt with two buttons undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of possibly manicured chest hair.
"Hi." The vision spoke.
Looking back up at his face, I opened my eyes wide and smiled, shyly. "Hello," I replied.
"Sorry to bother you," he continued, "but I've just moved in next door, and I thought I might meet the neighbors."
"Oh, sure," I managed.
He proffered his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Hugo."
I took his hand and shook it. "April" I said.
He looked at me for a few seconds, his eyes sizing me up, perhaps. "Nice to meet you. Well, I've finished moving in. I've just got some boxes to unpack, but all the furniture's in place."
“Well, don’t forget I’m right next door if you would like any help setting things up.” I said, hoping for the opportunity to see him again.
A grin washed over his face, “Oh, I won’t forget.”
Hugo left my doorstep and it took all the self-control I had in me not to walk out the door and go directly to his house.

I tried to busy myself with tasks around the house, taking myself out for the afternoon to watch a movie and not returning till the evening. Shortly after I return home, my doorbell rings again, could it be him?
Sure enough there he is standing on my doorstep. “I stopped by earlier, but it seems that you were out, I finish setting up. Would you like a tour?”
“ Absolutely! “, I reply, gathering my keys and shoes to leave immediately.
He walks me to his house, making small talk and asking questions about the neighbourhood.
As we move from room to room, I can't help but feel a flutter in my chest every time his arm brushes against mine. I try to focus on the tour, but my mind keeps wandering to all the other things I’d like to explore.
We finally reach the last room, which was a cozy living room with a large sofa and a fireplace. "So, what do you think?" He asks, looking at me expectantly.
"It's beautiful," I reply, feeling a little breathless. "You have great taste."
He grins, looking pleased. "Thanks. It took a lot of work today but I think it was worth it."
"Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" he suggests suddenly.
I nod eagerly, feeling a little shy but excited at the prospect of spending more time with him.
He puts on a movie and we settle in on the sofa together. As the movie plays, I feel his arm brush against mine again, and this time I don't move away. Instead, I lean in a little closer, feeling a rush of anticipation and nerves.

As the movie ends, He turns to me and looks into my eyes. "I don't want to be too forward but can kiss you?”
I feel a thrill run through me at his words. Though I had been wishing for it, I hadn't counted on it happening so quickly. I don't hold back however and I lean in and place my lips against his. It's a soft, gentle kiss, but it feels electrifying. I feel his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and I respond eagerly. The kiss lingers as we sink into the sofa caressing each other.
His hands run through my hair before descending to my face. He moves one hand to cup my breast, looks at me for approval, and smiles as he gives me another passionate kiss. He pinches my nipples lightly as I unconsciously arch my back and cry out. He must have found this amusing because he murmurs something while reaching for my nipples with his tongue. I am writhing with pleasure, climbing a top him, with my tits in his face, rocking my hips back and forth against him. Feeling the pressure of our bodies connected stimulating my clitoris.
He pushes me back onto the couch and removes my clothes, taking my pussy in his mouth and sliding a finger inside me pressing on my G spot. I come quickly and hard.

Moving my hands to his trousers I have an insatiable need to hold his cock.
I find my way easily, unzipping and freeing his cock to my into my eager hands.
I resume my previous position and I slide him inside me. His cock is hard and thick it fills me as I move up and down, his hands on my hips, pressing me into him.
I kiss him deeply and pick up the pace. He’s thrusting from beneath me meeting my tempo. I feel his grip on my hips tighten as he cums.
I cling to him and we kiss while trembling both inside and out. His cock is still pulsing inside of me as we lay there intertwined, exhausted.
We stay there in silence, letting the endorphins run through our bodies, completely spent and having nothing left but panting and contentment.