A New Neighborhood - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Robert´s a very unaware man. Not a distracted one, just one who's not seeing the entire picture of his new life.

So far, he thinks he's a lucky man who fell into paradise. A man who´s life had taken a turn. One in which, somehow, he ended up in the right place. But none of this is as he feels it is. It's not a casualty, it´s much more than that.

He wasn't tricked into moving in, he was not forced, no one even persuaded him. He found this place, on his own, and he was just offered a lot of benefits for a great deal. Well, maybe he was somehow persuaded. But there's some things he has not seen yet.

First of all, he's not quite the owner of the house. He's… kind of rented it on a one-time payment. Plus the utilities and services he still has to pay every month. But that's just to make it seem as if he owned the property.

There's an unwritten part of this deal. It was not advertised that the place comes with amazon neighbors. That he was moving into a neighborhood full of tall, sexy and lusty women. Gorgeous mature women who all want a piece of him.

Of course, he had no idea he became the man of the neighborhood, it was too soon to know that. And it must be said that his main purpose is far from labor. It's not like he has to fix pipes or mow the lawn; no need to fix kitchen cabinets or the cable. He was there to satisfy them, to satisfy a very particular need of these ladies.

They were picky, and that's fair. Robert´s the one man who passed all the tests…

He lives happy, what else could he ask for? He lives in a nice place, surrounded by sexy ladies. Sure, they tower above him, but he doesn't feel short or insignificant, he feels surrounded by muses. Tall, amazon muses, goddesses even!

With such sensuous bodies, with great personalities, he feels welcomed, in more than just the traditional way.

He hasn't really stopped to think if this was too good to be true. If there was some trick here. Not even suspicion towards his new neighbors. Was it because he knows he can trust them? Or because of their sensuous bodies? Let´s be fair, it's hard to think anything bad about them if the first thing that comes to your mind is their luscious flesh.

Their enormous breasts, their long, shapely legs. The soft, warm flesh of their body, the curves on their figures.

They are not the same, each of these ladies is different, they all have their own thing. The top-heavy Cassie, the sensuously fit Bella, and the curvaceous Deborah. Each and every one of them arouses him in a different way. It's hard to think this about them, to see them as hot ladies as soon as he thinks of them, but what else can he do?

Bella´s literally asking him to think like that of her. Cassie´s not as spicy as Bella, but she was certainly forward when he first met her. Thinking of it, Deborah´s the only one he hasn't had sex with, and it makes him think she´s got a different approach to him.

Not purely sexual, but friendlier. Maybe she wants to be friends with him? It makes him feel kind of bad when looking at her butt, when staring at her bosom, she's so friendly, and he's just gawking at her.

But he's made up his mind, next time Deborah invites him to have dinner at her place, he won´t leer at her body. He'll be a gentleman, a good neighbor!

If only he knew what she had in mind…

—

Bella´s words had stung Deborah. They were stuck in her mind. She's hot, she knows it. It's not like Robert doesn´t want a piece of her, it's just that she hasn't been as provocative as the other two have.

“I'm hot. I´ve got CURVES! Men love curves…” Deborah said, looking at herself in her bedroom´s full-length mirror.

She was, as usual, wearing a floral dress. Her bosom fills the top nicely, her arms are not tight on the sleeves. She's not fat, she's just thicker than the average. What else do they want from her? She's taller than the average lady, way taller.

Even if, at 6´8”, she's the shortest woman in the neighborhood, that doesn´t make her “short” in average terms. Her body´s plumper, thicker, curvier. She fills out her clothes more than the rest, that's it.

“My legs are much thicker than Cassie´s, I´m sure she wouldn't show off as much as I do in a dress…” she said, looking at her thick, shapely legs.

She saw her legs in the mirror. Seeing how plump they were, how soft and curvaceous. Her calves were thick, her hamstrings were firm. Her thighs are massive! She wears dresses because she feels too constricted by the jeans. Besides, her butt´s too luscious for tight jeans. Too much flesh would drive a man wild.

“I´m hot, so what if I´m not as tight as Bella…” she said, looking at the rest of her body in the mirror.

Bella's legs got nothing on hers. Bella´s butt, even if firmer, is not much hotter than hers is. Then, she turned to the side. Looking at her bosom at first. Watching her big breasts, the way they fill up the top, how protruding they are. And then, her eyes went down a little. To her stomach.

“Well…” she said, putting her palm on her soft stomach and squeezing it just a little. “ Maybe I could be tighter in some parts…” she spoke, tucking in her belly.

Now, taking a deep breath and sucking in her stomach, she watched her reflection, to see just how different she´d look if she had a trimmed torso instead of her softer frame.

Her butt looks bigger, her boobs look firmer and higher. Maybe, by comparison, she seems to have more of an hourglass figure. Maybe she could have a different shape if she had a thinner waist. But that's not who she is.

No need to deprive herself of sugar or carbs. She enjoys food, she likes to cook and loves her meals. So what if she's a bit curvier. She's a tall woman, she can be bigger than the average, no problem with that.

“Plus, I don't need that much maintenance. No special diet, no particular work-out to… target the fat loss. I'm a woman with curves, and Robert likes them!” She knows. She can feel his eyes on her. Good.

Now, on their next dinner date, she´ll make sure his eyes don´t get away from her body.

—

That same day, Robert came back from work. He would've been tired because of the long way home, but he was not feeling that way.

He had hopes. He had a new reason to be back here, a new something to enjoy. He had new neighbors.

He couldn't help the thrill of wondering who´d he met first. Who´ll be knocking at his door? Who could he meet on the side-walk? What will they do?

He's never really been much of a social guy, at least not at the apartment building he lived in. Now, things are different. Very different.

He walked into his place, he saw no one on the street. Maybe they were away? Busy? He couldn't wish for every single day to be amazing, to be thrilling, to have the same fun as the one before.

He walked in, dropped his things and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Maybe it was his turn to go out and meet someone? To knock on someone's door and see what they were up to?

There's a chance Cassie´s asleep, or not even here yet. But there's also a chance Bella´s there, if she's not jogging of course. She could be at her place, waiting for someone to knock, waiting for him to come to her door. With lust in her mind and desire in her heart.

Robert ignores one thing, someone was already waiting for him.

Deborah saw him, looking out her window, awaiting his arrival. As soon as he walked into his place, she walked out of hers.

The amazon made her way across the street, her butt swaying from side to side. Her breasts were bouncing as she walked at a quicker pace than usual. She was excited, she was eager to meet him.

Soon, she was at his door.

Ding Dong

Just what he was expecting, some company. 

Robert´s hear skipped a beat, he put his water bottle down and headed towards the door. Who could it be? And what could they want? He was eager to know.

“Hello.” He said, opening the door and setting his gaze high up. Ready to meet the tall woman´s eyes up there.

“Hi there…” His eyes met Deborah, and he must say, she looks different.

Her hair was done in a slightly different way, with more volume? A bit more wild? She could see a bit more eye-shadow over her eyes, and her cheeks were looking a bit more red. But it was not her makeup or hair what caught most of his attention.

He couldn't help but to look at her, to scan her body quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice. But she did, and it was fine.

She was wearing a dress that was more provocative. No sleeves, in fact, it was a strapless dress. Her creamy shoulders were at full display, and so was a large part of her cleavage. He could see her bosom going up and down as she breathed. The dress was tight, it made her look so hot!

And it was also short, showing off her long, sexy legs. It makes her look like a muse, as if she was heading to the club in the looks for some action. She was, in fact, looking for some action, but not at any club.

Robert was completely allured by her looks and sensuous body. And to think she once thought about throwing this dress since it was too “provocative”, it doesn't cover enough of hers to feel comfortable. But that's what she wanted today.

Now, there was a little extra. Instead of wearing her usual flat shoes, which were also nice enough, she decided to go the extra mile. After all, it was a special night, right?

Heels, she picked a pair of heels she had, in order to make herself a much taller beauty. And it had certainly worked. She knows that not all heels would give her that extra touch, so she needed heels that were a bit higher. Five-inch heels for the amazon lady. Heels that drove her all the way to 7´1”!

Taller than Bella, that's for sure…

“I should've mentioned this earlier, but I thought we could have dinner together. If you like, of course.” Bella spoke, noting how entranced he was.

He was lost in her beauty. She knew it! And Bella made her question herself. She's hot, why wouldn't he be aroused by her? She only needed to try a little for him to be speechless.

“Right now?” He managed to ask.

“Mhmm, everything’s ready, I only need to put an extra plate for you. What do you say?” she asked.

“Sure!” Was he too loud? His heart was pounding, he wanted to see more of her cleavage, to see her on this sexy dress some more. He didn't sound anxious, did he?

“Very well. Come, I´m sure you´ll like it.” She spoke. The meal will be delicious, she's certain, but nothing can prepare him for the special desert she's prepared…

—

Deborah´s cooking  was perfect, to say the least. She's the kind of woman that puts a lot of effort into her cooking and her dishes. He's unsure if it's because she likes to cook or just to eat.

Whatever the reason was, tonight's dinner was delightful.

He sat at her table, it couldn´t be said that he didn't appreciate having someone cook for him instead of taking care of that himself. It's not that he doesn't want to, but anyone can cook better than him.

Before him, there was a big plate with food that looked way more delicious than the mouth-watering aroma that comes from it. Steak was the main dish, and there were about three sides to it. Potatoes, pasta, veggies.

He's never seen potatoes look as golden as these are. He's never seen veggies that make him want to have a piece of them. He's never seen pasta that looks so creamy, so inviting. If she was not a chef, she was definitely on a whole other level than just someone who can cook.

However, Deborah´s intention, the main one at least, was not to delight him with her food but with her body.

His attention fell on the plate frequently, but not as frequently as it did over her body. He couldn´t understand why she had such a sudden change in her looks. Sure, he doesn't mind it, but it seems sudden, and even unnecessary. He was just the random neighbor, was there actually a need to impress him?

He wonders, but his answers, his thoughts, they are far from what she really means to do.

Her bosom captured his attention, so big, he could see so much of her ample cleavage. Her breasts bounced a little as she moves her fork over the plate. Her boobs move so sensuously when she reaches for her cup.

Yes, she was doing this on purpose. Especially at first, when she was “accommodating” her chair. She moved her chair forwards, but with such violent moves. Maybe not as violent as one might think, but they were certainly stronger than she´d need.

She jumped in her seat, she didn't really move the chair sometimes, what she wanted to do was to make her boobs bounce. And for him to see it.

Robert didn´t really mean to stare, but it was so hard. Her boobs bounced heavily, so intensely! Jolting up and down as she struggles to fix her seat. “Struggle” in reality. He swallowed several times as he was unsure if the amazon´s gigantic breasts were going to pop out of her top.

This led to another question, was she wearing anything beneath that dress? Bottoms, sure, maybe. But what about the top? It was a strapless dress, there´s no strapless bras, right? He was unsure about it, but even if there were, wouldn´t the mechanism be the same?

In the end, the fabric would be wrapped around her chest, sticking only by the tightness of the same. If she's moving so erratically, as her boobs bounce up and down. Wouldn´t the bra fall down as well?

He stood there, wondering if she was going to flash him with her naked breasts. Waiting, shivering with arousal. He was getting hard, beneath the table, his member was getting hard.

Her boobs were not the only thing about her, that he could see, that captivated him.

Her shoulders, to see such a tall lady with her bare shoulders, to see her creamy flesh on display, it felt different. He's seen women in strapless dresses before, but never someone as fleshy as Deborah.

Her creamy flesh, so soft to the eye, was so delightful. Her scent, he knows all of her skin has the same sweet scent. He wants to touch her body, to feel it, to lick it even. He's been having some really luscious thoughts about her lately. He feels guilty, but he can't help it.

—

Deborah teased him, not with words, but with her body.

Being at the other side of the table was… too far. She needed an excuse to approach him. What a better excuse than to pour some wine on his cup?

“There's no need to bother! I can…” he started, as Deborah stood up from her sit.

“Nonsense! You´re my guest. As a kind host, I should pour some wine in your cup. Standing up is not a problem, really.” She said, standing up and holding a bottle of wine in hands.

Why would she insist? Well, it was simple…

“Just tell me when to stop.” She said, bending over and pouring the wine.

She was not just going to pour it, she was going to tease him. Deborah stood close to him, very close. Her boobs were right next to his face!

As she poured, making sure it was as slow as possible, she pushed her bosom closer. As soon as he noticed, his mind went blank, he was looking straight forward, completely lost.

The aroma of her bosom, her perfume was all he could smell. He was breathing in her sweet scent. Meanwhile, with the corner of his eye, he could catch a glimpse of her enormous cleavage. He could see how she was pushing her boobs closer and closer.

“More? Just tell me when to stop…” she said as the cup was half-way full. That would've been enough, but he was unable to listen, unable to see.

Her boobs, his mind was full of her boobs! His face was almost pushed against them, or was she pushing them against him?

There´s no way she hasn't noticed. He knows this is not a mistake, even if her boobs are big, she sure knows how close is close enough. This was a total trespass on his personal space. But not one he minds.

What was going on? The food, the dress. This is not a random invitation, this is a date! And now, the lady wants to tease him. Looks wouldn't have been enough, she wanted to tease him in a whole different level.

Why? It's pretty simple, even if his mind´s unable to focus on thinking and not just her boobs. Deborah wants something from him, something of a carnal nature…