Sara and Neil, Part One

The Sexy Girl Next Door Was the Baby Girl He Didn’t Know He Wanted

The hot DILF next door was the daddy she didn’t know she needed

Sara

“Dad, do I have to?” I threw my head back in frustration. “I had plans to meet Hilary and Fee at the beach. Haven’t seen them since I was here on the last school break.”

I stormed off, my father’s words, “I already promised you’d babysit. Barb is out of town and Neil has a business meeting he can’t miss,” chasing me upstairs.

I hate him. He thinks he can tell me what to do. I flopped onto my bed, trying to stay mad at my father. But I couldn’t. Instead, I texted Hilary and told her what was going on.

Neil and Barb, along with their two kids, moved in a few months ago. She was nice enough, but still too much of a mom. And had bonded with my stepmother while Neil was friends with my dad.

And dreamy. So dreamy. Tall, with sun-bleached blonde hair and strong, tanned arms, I would have let Neil do just about anything to me. Happily. But he’d never look at an inexperienced girl like me.

And he’s married. Don’t forget he’s married. I hate that he was married and often fantasized I met him before she did. Not that I’ve met him at all. Just seen him from afar. He’d been working every time I babysat for Barb before. And dad and Sahara only had them over when I wasn’t home.

Ping!

I read the text from my dad, reminding me to head over to Neil’s for six, when the nanny left for the day, and flopped back onto the bed in a huff. Last thing I wanted to do was babysit, but I knew I would. Dad didn’t ask for much.

At ten to six, I wandered next door and relieved the nanny a few minutes early. She’d given them dinner, so I took them to the park to play for a bit. I wanted them nice and tired so they passed out early and I could chat with Fee and Hilary later.

Which is exactly what happened. We FaceTimed and watched Mean Girls together. Our all-time favourite movie — who doesn’t love Regina George? — some popcorn, pop, and chocolate of any kind soothes all our friendship aches.

We did this at least once every few weeks. And, because we were dirty girls, we always ended up talking about sex.

And, sometimes, more than just talk. This was one of those nights.

“Okay. Truth or Dare, Sara.” Hilary sat back, knowing I would never choose truth. I didn’t like admitting I was the only virgin in our trio.

“Dare, bitch.” I winked at her. “Hit me with it.” The three of us swore like truckers, when our parents weren’t around. Made us feel grown up.

“You ready? I’ve got a good one for you.” I rolled my eyes at her, waving her on. “All right, smartass, I dare you to rub one out on their bed. Upstairs.”

I leaned back against the couch. Took a deep breath, then a swig of my pop. Teeth dug into my lower lip, worrying at the sensitive skin.

Can I really do that? I rolled my shoulders and looked my best friends in the face.

“Okay. How long and what evidence do you want?” Stunned they stared back at me, then grinned.

A noise drew my eyes to the hallway. I shushed the girls and peeked out into the dim corridor and up the stairs. A door closed.

“One of the kids was up, but they’ve gone back to bed now.” I smirked and hung up, ready to go get the evidence of my defiling of Neil and Barb’s bed.

Neil

“Holy shit, did I really just hear her say she was going to rub one out on our bed?” Insane ramblings whispered from my mouth, taunting me as they floated around the walk-in closet. I couldn’t believe my neighbour’s college-age daughter, my babysitter, was planning on masturbating on my bed.

Somehow, I’d managed to not meet Sara in the months we’d lived next door to her dad and stepmom. Away at school, Barb knew her and had her sit for us many times when she was home. But I’d always been out of town.

I’d hightailed it upstairs and out of sight when I heard her agree to the dare. With only a vague idea of what she looked like, I sucked in a breath when she peeked into the main bedroom.

“Goddamn, she’s beautiful.” I swallowed a lump of desire, my cock jerking in my pants. I couldn’t believe the stunning young woman in front of me came from Dave next door. She was proof-positive that each generation got better looking.

I palmed my dick as she crawled up onto the bed. She leaned back, head on my pillow — fuck, I couldn’t wait to smell her as I fell asleep tonight — and lifted her hips as she pulled her leggings and panties off.

Jesus Christ, she’s perfect. My cock ached as I watched her strip her t-shirt from her nubile young body, pert breasts bouncing enticingly. I pulled my cock out and stroked myself.

Eyes wide, I watched as she ran her hands up her thighs, over her hips, and around her breasts. Pre-cum leaked from my dick. I wanted this girl. Badly.

Sara

It felt weird, and naughty, sneaking into Neil and Barb’s bedroom. And I definitely felt like being naughty. I set up my phone on the dresser, video recording, and moved to the bed.

I laid down, stripped off my clothes and settled on the pillow that smelled like it might be Neil’s. My hands ran up and down my body. Pinched my nipples. Stroked myself.

Fingers traced my lower lips. Hand cupped my mound. I bit my lip, eyes drifting over to the walk-in closet.

The door was ajar. A grin stole across my face. I wondered what it would be like if Neil were in there, just out of sight, watching me touch myself. I’d touched myself loads of times. An orgasm rolled in my belly. I looked into the black of the closet.

“Oh, Neil,” pink tongue moistened my lips, “touch me. Please.”

Two fingers slipped between my lips. Rubbed my clit. Spread my cream through my pussy before thrusting into my hot core.

My other hand joined the first. Two fingers fucked me while the other teased and circled my nub of pleasure. I rolled towards the dresser, where I’d set up the phone to record. It sat on the wall between the his and hers walk-in closets.

Legs spread wide, head thrown back, I channelled all those women from the porn I’d watched. Played it up. Didn’t have to do much.

I was wet, sound of my fingers pumping in and out of me a lewd soundtrack to my debauchery.

Naughtiness of being on their bed. While their children slept down the hall. Knowing he could return at any moment. Fuck. Such a fucking turn on.

I fucked my hand, earnestness of my orgasm racing towards me. Hips pulsing, I pinched my nipples, alternating between them.

Cried out in ecstasy as I pulled and twisted them. Jolt of desire running from my nipple to my cunt. I pounded my fingers into my hot core, juices flooding my hand. Dripped down onto the blue plaid duvet.

A wet spot formed on the soft flannel. Body quaking, I dropped to my back. Liquid fire ran down my hand and under my ass. My hand pistoned between my legs. Knees fell to the mattress.

Breath hitched. I was close. Eyes drifted shut as the orgasm crept towards me. My whimpers echoed around the room. Hand flying over my pussy.

Fingers tracing a line from my cunt to my clit. I rubbed my nub with my thumb while my fingers fucked my channel.

“Neil. Neil… oh, fuck me. Please.” Obscene sounds of pleasure drove my need for release harder.

Hand like a vice grabbed my wrist and my eyes flew open. “Fuck. Me.”

“Not yet, baby girl, but I will.” Neil leaned over me. “Once I see how sweet you really are.”

He pulled my dripping hand from my pussy with a grin and wrapped his lips around my fingers. My neighbour, dad’s golfing buddy, closed his eyes with a groan as he sucked my arousal from my fingers.

My eyes roamed down his body. I gasped when I saw his cock hanging out of his pants. I looked up at him, gulping down my apprehension.

“What do you say, baby girl? Want to ride my cock?” I tasted myself in his kiss, growling at the naughtiness of it all.

My fingers wrapped around his shaft. I stroked him, spreading pre-cum down his length. I wasn’t sure where this wanton young woman came from, but I liked her.

“Yes, please, Daddy.” Neil closed his eyes with a shudder, then opened them with a grin.

I was in so much trouble, but I loved every second of it.

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