Erotic Stories: Stacy Welcomes Every New Neighbor with a BJ
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The knock at your door comes just as you’re unpacking the last box of kitchenware, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the half-drawn blinds. You wipe the sweat from your brow—moving in is always a bitch—and pad barefoot to the front door, already imagining some overly cheerful welcome committee with a casserole. What you don’t expect is her.
Stacy stands on your porch in a sundress so short it might as well be a belt, the thin cotton clinging to curves that make your throat go dry. Her blonde hair tumbles in loose waves over her shoulders, and when she smiles, it’s slow, knowing, like she’s already three steps ahead of you. "Hey, neighbor," she purrs, holding up a plate of cookies wrapped in plastic. "Thought you could use a little welcome-to-the-block gift."
You take the plate automatically, your fingers brushing hers, and that’s when you notice the way her dress rides up just a little higher as she shifts her weight. The scent of vanilla and something warmer—musky, like her perfume—floats between you. "Uh. Thanks," you manage, suddenly hyper-aware of how long it’s been since you’ve had company that wasn’t a moving truck.
Stacy doesn’t move. Instead, she leans one hand against the doorframe, her nails painted a glossy red that matches the slick shine of her lips. "You know," she says, tilting her head, "the cookies are just part of the welcome package around here." Her gaze flicks down to your sweat-dampened t-shirt, then lower, to the obvious tent forming in your jeans. A slow, satisfied smirk curls her mouth. "Mmm. Looks like you already figured that out."
Before you can process what she’s implying, she’s stepping forward, her body pressing against yours as she reaches up to toy with the collar of your shirt. "Every new guy in the neighborhood gets the full treatment," she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. "Consider it… community outreach." Her fingers trail down your chest, over your abs, then lower, palming the thick outline of your cock through denim. You groan, your hips jerking forward instinctively, and she laughs, low and throaty. "God, you’re eager. I like that."
She sinks to her knees right there in your doorway, the late sunlight gilding her hair as she looks up at you through thick lashes. Her hands make quick work of your belt, the zipper, and then—fuck—her fingers are wrapping around your shaft, stroking you with a confidence that makes your knees weak. "First rule of the neighborhood, sweetheart," she says, licking her lips. "You don’t ever turn down Stacy’s welcome gift."
And then her mouth is on you, hot and wet and perfect, her tongue swirling around the head before she takes you deep, her throat fluttering around the tip. You tangle your fingers in her hair, a guttural sound tearing from your chest as she hollows her cheeks, pulling back just enough to let her teeth graze lightly along your length. "Fuck, Stacy—" The words die in your throat as she swallows you down again, her nose pressing against your pelvis, her hands gripping your ass to pull you even deeper.
She moans around your cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your spine, and when she pulls back, her lips are swollen, her eyes watering just a little. "Told you you’d like it here," she gasps, before diving back in, her fingers rolling your balls as she works you with long, sloppy strokes, her free hand sneaking up to tease your thigh, your hip, anywhere she can reach.
You’re so close already, your thighs trembling, but she doesn’t let up, doesn’t give you a chance to warn her—just takes you all the way down her throat and swallows, her fingers digging into your ass as you come with a broken cry, your release spilling down her throat in thick pulses. She milks you dry, licking you clean with slow, deliberate strokes before finally pulling back with a satisfied sigh.
"Mmm. Good boy," she murmurs, tucking you back into your jeans with a pat. She stands, smoothing her dress down—though it does nothing to hide how wet she is, the fabric clinging to her thighs. "Now that’s how you welcome someone to the block." She leans in, pressing a quick, sticky kiss to your cheek. "See you around, neighbor."
And just like that, she’s gone, leaving you slumped against the doorframe, your cock still twitching, the taste of her lipstick on your skin, and the unmistakable knowledge that you’re never moving again.
The morning sun spilled through the half-drawn blinds, painting golden streaks across the kitchen tiles when the knock came—light, playful, too casual for this early. You pulled the door open, still rubbing sleep from your eyes, only to find Stacy standing there in a bikini so small it might as well have been a suggestion.
The flimsy triangles of neon pink barely contained her full breasts, the swell of them threatening to spill free with every breath, and the scrap of fabric between her thighs did little to hide the shadowed cleft beneath. A sheer sarong was tied low on her hips, but the way it clung to her skin, damp in places, made it clear she’d come straight from the pool—or at least pretended to.
“Morning,” she purred, her voice already thick with something that had nothing to do with sleep. One hand toyed with the end of her ponytail, her fingers slow, deliberate. “I, uh… ran out of sugar. Thought I’d borrow some?” Her gaze flicked down to the obvious tent in your boxers, then back up with a smirk that said she’d noticed exactly what she’d done to you.
You should’ve called her out. Should’ve told her to go put some damn clothes on. But the way her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, the way her nipples pebbled against the wet fabric, made your cock twitch in traitorous agreement. “Yeah,” you managed, voice rough. “Come in.”
She didn’t wait for an invitation to step closer, her hips swaying as she moved past you into the kitchen, the scent of chlorine and something sweeter—her perfume, maybe, or just her—filling the space. You turned to grab the sugar from the cabinet, but before you could, she pressed her palms to the counter and hoisted herself up, sitting right on the edge with her thighs spread just enough to tease. The sarong rode up, revealing the damp, glistening skin of her inner thighs, the bikini bottoms pulled taut against her pussy.
“You know,” she murmured, trailing a finger along the countertop toward you, “I don’t actually need the sugar.”
Your hands found her knees before you could stop yourself, fingers digging into soft, sun-warmed skin. She gasped, but it wasn’t protest—it was encouragement, her back arching as you pushed her thighs wider, the bikini bottoms stretching thinner over her lips. “Stacy,” you growled, more warning than objection, but she just laughed, breathy and low, as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your boxers and tugged.
“C’mon,” she whispered, shifting forward until her ass was right at the edge of the counter, her heat radiating against your stomach. “You know you want to.”
And fuck, you did.
The first press of her lips to yours was hungry, her tongue sweeping into your mouth like she owned it. Her hands fisted in your hair, yanking you closer as her legs locked around your waist, her bikini-clad cunt grinding against your cock through the thin cotton. You groaned into her mouth, your palms sliding up to grip her waist, then higher, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She moaned, breaking the kiss just long enough to gasp, “Touch me properly,” before her mouth crashed back onto yours.
You didn’t need to be told twice.
One sharp tug sent the bikini top snapping free, her tits spilling into your hands, heavy and perfect, her nipples already hard little points begging for your teeth. You took one between your lips, sucking hard, and she cried out, her nails raking down your back as her hips rolled against you in desperate little circles. “Fuck, yes—” Her voice was a whine, needy and raw, her thighs trembling as you switched to the other nipple, biting just enough to make her jerk. “Need you inside me. Now.”
You didn’t bother with your boxers—just shoved them down enough to free your cock, thick and leaking, the head already slick with precome. Stacy’s eyes darkened as she wrapped her fingers around you, stroking once, twice, before guiding you to her entrance. The bikini bottoms were still in the way, the fabric damp and clinging to her folds, but she didn’t care—just hooked it aside with her other hand and sank onto you in one smooth, gasping motion.
“Fuck—” The word tore out of you as her tight, dripping heat swallowed you to the hilt, her walls clenching around you like a fist. She threw her head back, her tits bouncing with the force of her first roll, her nails digging crescents into your shoulders. “You’re so big,” she panted, her voice shaking. “Gonna make me come so hard on this counter, baby.”
You gripped her hips, helping her set the rhythm, her ass slapping against the edge with every downward thrust. The kitchen filled with the wet, obscene sounds of her taking you—her juices slicking your cock, her breathy moans, the slap of skin on skin. She leaned back, bracing her hands on the counter behind her, her tits jiggling with the movement as she rode you harder, her clit grinding against your pelvis with every bounce.
“That’s it,” you grunted, watching her face twist in pleasure, her lips parted and glossy. “Take my cock like a good girl. Let me see you come on it.”
Her whimper turned into a broken cry as your thumb found her clit, circling the swollen bud in tight, relentless strokes. “Oh god—” Her walls fluttered, her pace stuttering as her orgasm crashed over her. “I’m—fuck—” Her back arched, her pussy clamping down around you so tight it hurt, her juices flooding over your balls as she came with a shuddering moan.
You didn’t last much longer.
With a growl, you surged up, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss as you pistoned your hips, driving into her with short, sharp thrusts that made her scream into your mouth. You're on the edge of cumming and you take your cock our of her pussy, popped it out and got her on her knees, your release hit her face, your cock pulsing deep as you spilled on her cheeks like tear drops.
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