New Neighbor Welcome Wagon Phonesex

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I saw him unloading boxes and heavy furniture single-handedly from the moving truck in his driveway.  I suppose that makes me a nosy neighbor, but how could I resist?  He looked mighty fine in those tight jeans and white t-shirt.  He saw me standing on my porch and our eyes locked for a moment.  You could see every bulging muscle waiting beneath the fabric… every bulge.

I knew he liked what he saw when he saw me in my skirt that was a few inches too short for the autumn wind.  The breeze brought the chill that prickled at my skin and had my nipples forming peaks beneath my thin blouse.  I smiled and nodded at him and went inside to make my special “welcome to the neighborhood” cookies.  I always greet the newcomers with a bath of those cookies and a nice bottle of wine.  Wine and cookies don’t really go together, but the cookies are just to get me in the door.  I’m a terrible baker anyhow.  They might as well be hockey pucks, but the wine… that we would pop open and have a toast to new beginnings and then another and another until things begin to unfold, and I can convince my new neighbor to give me a tour.  Especially the bedroom, and then like I have him in my spider’s web.  Every new neighbor I have fancied has received this welcome and I have not failed yet.  I’d love to tell you every tale 🙂

Sandy

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