Neighborly (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

            Safely behind a locked door again, Lou curled up on the bed, with his cheeks flushed pink and his heart-fluttered breathing already belabored before he’d even reached into his shorts. It had turned out to be both a blessing and a curse (though both were equally stimulating) to have the object of his desires closer than ever in his orbit now, literally staying under the same roof with him until his mother returned from her week out of town, rather than just being tempted by fleeting interactions in the backyard or at neighborhood parties. Lou’s first instinct when his parent asked her good friend and next-door neighbor Ms. Kim Wright to “watch” him for this week was to grumble and grouse. He was a freshman in college, after all, much more responsible than some of his party animal friends, and often mistaken for a few years older even due to his steep stature and athletic build. Of course, the moment that gut reaction hit to his pride had passed, Lou quieted down, as he realized the gift his mom had unknowingly given him.

            Being a young man of very “specific” tastes, he had never met anyone quite like Kim, as his initial draw toward her upon first meeting years before had steadily grown over time into an infatuation, and now finally an obsession. At forty-three years old, the woman didn’t necessarily try to hide her approaching middle age, but she also did so extremely gracefully. With luscious dark brunette hair, piercing hazel eyes, and a dazzling smile that could probably hypnotize anyone who stared too long, Kim was something of an unconventional bombshell, with the greatest reason of all for that status being her strikingly unique yet undeniably alluring style. The woman certainly marched to the beat of her own drum, aesthetic-wise, since she largely chose to dress herself in contemporary-chic regency garb: complete with poofy bows, flowing skirts, silken pantyhose, and elegant satin-soft gloves.

What’s more, Kim wore these not-quite-current garments with such confidence and poise – not to mention she looked darn classy yet enticing while doing so – that it was almost didn’t seem out of the ordinary to anyone who met her. Though the woman’s warm and bubbly personality was also responsible for that effect, since her combination of bohemian easygoingness and fun mom-ish energy gave her a magnetic quality, as if whoever she was addressing in the moment was the only other person who existed. Lou never failed to feel special while in her presence, almost to the point of falling into a dreamy trance while he had her cheerful attention. Plus, on top of all that, he just so happened to have a massive fetish for women who wore Kim’s precise style of clothing, and specifically, women who (fictionally) towered over him like Alice in Wonderland post-snacking on a growth cookie. All of this complication meant that while Lou was secretly overjoyed to spend a whole week being “babysat” by Kim, so much exposure had also pushed him into a pent-up erotic overload, since he would never dare think of doing anything that might reveal the humiliating truth of his attraction and predilections to her. Kinky as his interests were, and nearly-constantly debilitated from horniness as he’d felt for the past several days while sharing meals with Kim and watching TV with her in the evenings, he still had a basic sense of propriety. The only solution, he’d found so far, was to take the edge off his more animalistic needs at least once (though now often twice) a day in the sanctity of his bedroom, and simply admire his ultimate milf neighbor’s beauty from afar the rest of the time.

Scarcely three minutes into purging himself of the latest need, Lou was already approaching the finish line, even though he’d tried his best to make it last. He just couldn’t help it; he didn’t even need any visual inspiration while masturbating toward yet another of the best climaxes of his life, as of this week. He just had to close his eyes and imagine Kim looming above him at a fantastically humongous scope, as always dressed in her bountiful gorgeous velvety-textured fashions, and hear her voice sultrily calling out to him while she reached down to pick him up in those enormous gloved hands. Especially now that Lou had been spending so much time with her, seeing her for real and hearing her speak, it wasn’t hard to construct this breathtaking giantess incarnation of the neighbor in his private daydreams. Though it was always overwhelming to envision her at such a majestic size, able to capture him between two silk-clad fingers if she wished, this invented version of a gargantuan Kim always remained the same sweet enchanting extroverted occasionally-teasing being as her actual self, and so Lou was only too glad to surrender to her.

Unfortunately, just before he could reach completion, he was startled rudely out of focus by a lyrical beckoning from downstairs: “Lou? Loooooou? Could you join me down here, please, hon?”

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Lou considered whether it was worth rushing to finish himself off before answering Kim’s call. Tragically, he knew that while the woman would do so politely, she also wasn’t about to forget she’d asked for him, and might come knocking at the door if he didn’t reply soon. He’d just have to steal away later, it seemed. Standing up and shaking himself out of that libidinous stupor, Lou quietly exited his room and took his time trekking downstairs, while concentrating as hard as he could on diminishing his pants tent.

“I’m coming!” he shouted, still flustered. Lou only entered the dining room where Kim was waiting once certain that his bulge had disappeared, though he still looked bedraggled and rosy. As hazy as he might’ve felt a minute before, however, he quickly snapped back to coherency upon seeing his de facto babysitter seated before him. Though Lou had been fortunate to see Kim dressed in a wide rainbow of frilly ensembles, he’d never seen her in this exact outfit before, yet it was almost immediately his favorite on her. Bedecked in a voluminous powder-blue skirt, and completed with decadent snow-white pantyhose and snug satin gloves tailored perfectly to her shapely hands, the woman was an absolute vision of loveliness, and exponentially so for someone like Lou. He blinked, gripping the doorframe, and instantly adjusted his posture as added insurance in case his loins reawakened.

“Oh, good. There you are. Why don’t you come over here? I was hoping we might have a little chat,” Kim pleasantly invited, seeming not to acknowledge Lou’s dumbstruck appearance.

“S-Sure!” Glad to be able to sit down, so as to better hide his ever-likelier arousal, Lou practically dove into the chair beside Kim, which she’d helpfully pushed out for him. “Um, what’s up, Ms. Wright?”

“Come on, Mr. Big College Man. You already know I’d rather you call me Kim, now that you’re all grown up,” she said with a wink. It took everything in Lou’s power to match her eyeline, rather than letting his gaze drift dangerously below to inspect every tantalizing detail of her billowy outfit. “Anyhow, I just thought it might be good to have a nice heart-to-heart, neighbor-to-neighbor. I’ve known you for such a long time, and I’ve seen you become such a smart capable good-mannered (and dare I say handsome) young man, yet we’ve never REALLY gotten to know each other before. Your wonderful mother and I are so close, it just seems only right that you and I get to form a friendship of our own. Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Yes! I… would say so, Miss… I mean, Kim.” Lou’s heartrate sped up, certainly more than excited at the thought of getting closer with the neighbor in whatever way she desired, even though rationally he knew there was no way she meant this statement in any way except her usual playful and kindly but ultimately harmless manner. Right? Regardless, he doubted there was much on Earth that Kim could’ve asked for that he would’ve then denied her.

“Perfect! Why don’t I just break the ice here, then?” Kim enthused.