Knotting The Neighbor
Neighborly Epilogue
Crickets chirp in the muggy summer night. Carson sits, his eye pressed against a tiny sliver in the fence. Any minute now…
He places a hand on the dopey Rottweiler beside him, trying to hush his loud panting. It was particularly hot out tonight. But it would all be worth it. It always was, every night.
On the other side of the fence, the towel drops, Mrs. Evans voluptuous figure squeezed into a laughably revealing, black micro-bikini. Another new one. It almost seemed like she was buying new ones everyday just for him now… Carson could hardly wait.
Carson struggles not to touch himself, Mrs. Evans always told him not to. She didn’t want him to waste anything. As Mr. Evans heads inside, as he always did, Mrs. Evans gaze fixes directly on the crack in the fence, seductively toying with the stringy straps of her bikini. It was time.
The fence creaks open slowly, Carson nearly skipping in excitement, his dog at his heel. This was just another night for him now. He still couldn’t believe it, that what was once a distant fantasy was now a nightly occurrence.
“Hey, boys~…” Her low, seductive voice purrs. Carson wipes the grass from his feet, stepping into the hot tub with her. Her hands immediately drift, one to his cock under the water, the other to the dog’s underside as he sits patiently on the side of the tub.
No matter how many times they’d do this, Carson always felt the same excitement as the first time… Mrs. Evans was the only girl for him.
Nothing in the world could ever compare.