I push open the living room curtains and see the removals van outside. It's a grey wet day so I feel sorry for whoever is moving in next door, and I peer through the rain streaked window trying to see who it is. The house has been empty for months so it'd be nice to finally have a neighbour again. I see a tall, muscular man, wearing just a vest and some jeans, and smile thinking he can't be from around here to be wearing such an unwaterproof outfit and go and make myself a cup of tea.

I find myself idly standing by the window again, nursing my tea, somehow drawn to it as I watch you go back and forth with furniture and boxes. A skinny man in a waterproof with the removal van's logo is helping you. I notice your tattoos, intrigued by what they could be, and how the rainwater is making your vest stick to you, going slightly see through, nipples protruding.

"Mmm very nice" I say out loud to myself, thinking I've struck gold here but also thinking there's going to be a glamorous wife and a dozen kids turning up any minute. The rain has eased off a bit now and you catch me staring, giving me a cheeky grin and a wave, mouthing "hello". I feel myself blush as I was just imagining you without your vest on and my face buried into your chest and scurry away out of view.

I go and do some housework, putting the laundry on, washing the dishes, still chastising myself for my naughty thought but then giggling uncontrollably at my previous thought of you having a dozen kids. "It's a two bedroom house, where are they all going to fit??"

It's a miracle, the rain has stopped and the sun is trying to break through the clouds. I decide to risk it and heap all the clean, wet laundry into the basket to peg outside. I glance out of the window quickly to see if you're about but you must have taken a break for lunch as all is quiet.

I hum to myself as I hang everything out on the line when I hear your voice for the first time. "Hi neighbour!" I have my head obscured by a t-shirt so bend down to peep out from under it and smile and say hello back. We shake hands and I find out your name is Joey, that you're from "darn sarf" (so not from around here!) and most importantly you're single. It shouldn't really matter as I'm married but I felt the flutter between my legs when you said it. Before I realised what had come out of my mouth I had invited you around for a welcome neighbour drink once you had finished bringing everything in and you readily accepted, congratulating me on being your first friend here.

We then get back to our respective tasks, not realising until I got back inside that I'd had a dopey smile on my face ever since our chat.

I decide to change into something a bit smarter than the baggy t shirt which used to be my husbands and leggings I was wearing and put on a touch of makeup, but not obviously, telling myself I was doing it for myself, not to impress you at all.

A couple of hours pass when you finally knock on my door, a nice strong knock and I resist the urge to giddily run to the door, taking a few deep breaths and walking slowly instead. When I open it I see you leaning on the frame, slightly sweaty, obviously exhausted and invite you in to sit whilst I get us a drink. I sit by you and can't help but stare as you greedily gulp the drink down, thinking how gorgeous you are, and everything I'd like you to do to me, but instead raising an eyebrow and asking if you'd like another?

You drink this one more slowly and we manage to chat, I find myself opening up to you, telling you things I would usually keep to myself. You make me laugh and it feels like you're flirting with me though it's been such a long time I've been flirted with I'm unsure.

You compliment my blouse and this is when I realise I've not buttoned it up properly and most of my bra has been on display. I yelp and cover my chest, mortified, but you just sit closer to me and move my hand away, telling me it's perfect as it is. I feel colour rising to my cheeks again, as your hand moves up to my neck, then cheek, firm but comforting, my breath becoming quicker as you cradle my face and look down at me.

I involuntarily lift my face up, my body fueled by a primal urge, feeling your hot breath on me and wanting your lips on top of mine. We are inches away and you ask me if I'm sure. I throatily reply yes, my voice escaping me and we kiss passionately like starved animals.

You pull me close and caress the exposed lacyness of my bra cups and I claw at your back, the heat between my legs at near boiling point. You frantically unbutton the rest of my blouse and pull it off, flinging it out of the way as you bite down on my tender nipples making me howl in pain and pleasure. You've turned me into liquid honey and I just want to be possessed by you.

I scramble at your flies, hungry to see what is making the delicious shape on the front of your jeans. You have to help me as my hands are trembling too much, my senses in complete overdrive. We get your jeans off and your pants after untangling from one another and I slide my own jeans off slowly, looking into your eyes, trying to be seductive as you sit back and stroke your hardness.

I get down between your legs and on my knees I lightly lick you, from base to tip; big, long licks, moaning slightly as I do it, sometimes taking your cock head and gently sucking it. After a while of making sure you're all nice and wet I lower my head over all of you, trying to get as much of you in my mouth as possible.

You bend over me and spank my bottom, one cheek at a time, alternating, my squeals vibrating up your cock making you harder. You snake a finger between my legs and experimentally check to see if I'm wet. I can hear your smirk as your run it around my slick lips, teasing me by not going in then spanking me with the other hand again.

I buck up to your hand in disappointment, needing to feel your touch inside me, and I suck you harder to try and encourage you to do so. You eventually relent and with little warning press two fingers up into my soaking pussy, curling them around and hitting my g spot and clit. I cry out in ecstasy, your cock leaving my mouth momentarily as I ride your fingers pumping in and out, never wanting to let them go. I can feel my orgasm building but yet again you tease me by removing your fingers just as quickly as you put them in and pushing me backwards onto the floor.

You smile wickedly and I pray to myself about what you're going to do next. You lean over the top of me but instead of entering my pussy you feed me your cock once again, thrusting into my mouth and making me drool everywhere. After several big thrusts you remove yourself and slide down my body kissing it before entering me and tenderly kissing me on my lips as our bodies meet.

You feel so fucking good inside of me, and I wrap my legs around yours to get you closer as we grind into one another, both moaning, free of embarrassment as our bodies slap together and become one.

I want your come inside me now and I tell you, I want to be full up with you, leaking all onto the floor and then you feeding me it. My face is scrunched up in desperation, my thighs quivering with pure lust. The waves of my own orgasm are starting to hit me as I move my hand between us and rub my clit quickly, rising my hips off the floor as I succumb to it my mouth just open, silent as I hit my peak.

I feel you tense up also, but I'm lost in my own rapture, until I feel your come splashing my walls, over and over, seemingly endless, your whimpers becoming quieter each time.

You collapse on top of me, still inside me, our sweat and juices mixing together and we both struggle to catch our breath, clinging to each other but both wrapped up in our own little worlds. I close my eyes and enjoy the pressure, the warmth and post sex high. I whisper just loud enough so you can hear "I think I'm going to enjoy being your friend."