The Arizona sun was a brutal, unforishing thing, and all I wanted was to get the groceries from my trunk to my air-conditioned living room without melting into a puddle on the pavement. That’s when I saw her. Elaine. My neighbor.

She was two doors down, fussing with a pot of defiantly red geraniums on her porch. She was… voluptuous. The word didn’t do her justice. It was a word for paintings. She was real, all generous curves hugged by a simple, sleeveless sunflower-yellow dress. Her dark hair was piled up in a loose, messy bun, a few tendrils stuck to the damp skin of her neck.

I tried not to stare, fumbling with my bags. Don’t be a creep. Just get inside.

That’s when it happened.

A light breeze, little more than a sigh of hot air, danced through the street. It caught the wide brim of the floppy sunhat she’d placed on the porch railing. The hat tumbled, end over end, landing right at the base of my car’s bumper.

“Oh, drat!” Her voice was warm, a little husky. She hurried down her steps and across the lawn, a vision of swaying hips and apologetic smiles.

“Let me get that for you,” I said, my voice cracking slightly on the last word. I was already setting my bags down.

But she was faster. “No, no, my fault for being so clumsy,” she said, already bending over at the waist to retrieve it.

Time didn’t slow down. It sizzled. The yellow cotton of her dress pulled taut across the spectacular expanse of her backside. The fabric strained, outlining the perfect, heart-shaped swell of her ass, the powerful curve of her thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The dress was thin, and the sun behind her left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could see the faint shadow between her legs, the delectable cleft of her posterior presented to me like an offering.

My breath hitched. My mouth went desert-dry. I was rooted to the spot, a statue of lust and guilt.

She straightened up, much slower than she’d bent down, and turned to face me. A faint, knowing blush painted her cheeks. She’d seen me looking. She’d felt me looking. She held the hat, but made no move to leave. Her eyes, a deep, liquid brown, held mine. They weren’t angry or embarrassed. They were… interested.

“See something you like, neighbor?” she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.

Any coherent thought vaporized. All I could manage was a strangled, “I… uh…”

She took a step closer. The scent of sunscreen and jasmine hit me. “It’s awfully hot out here to be just standing around,” she said, her gaze flicking from my eyes to my lips. “My air conditioning is much better than yours. I had it upgraded last summer.”

It wasn’t an invitation. It was a command. I just nodded, dumbly, picking up my forgotten groceries and following her swaying yellow form into her house.

The cold air was a shock to my system, but not nearly as shocking as the click of the door locking behind us. She turned, leaning back against the door, and looked at me, her expression unreadable.

“You looked at me like you were starving,” she stated, her voice quiet in the sterile, cool stillness of her entryway. “And what you saw was the only thing on the menu.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Stop.” She pushed off the door and closed the distance between us in two strides. “Don’t apologize. It’s been a long time since a man looked at me like that. Like he wanted to devour me.” She reached out, and her fingertips, cool from holding her iced tea outside, brushed against the front of my jeans. I jerked at the contact, already painfully hard. “I think I liked it.”

Her fingers traced the length of my erection through the denim, a slow, deliberate exploration. A low moan escaped my lips. “Elaine…”

“Shhh,” she whispered, her other hand coming up to cradle my jaw. “Just feel.”

Then she was kissing me, and it was nothing like I’d imagined. It was hungry and deep, all tongue and teeth and a low groan that vibrated from her chest into mine. She tasted of iced tea and mint. My groceries hit the tiled floor with a thud, forgotten.

Her hands were everywhere, pulling my shirt over my head, roaming over my chest, scraping nails down my back. I fumbled with the thin straps of her dress, pushing them down her shoulders. The yellow fabric pooled at her feet, and she stood before me, gloriously, unapologetically naked. Her breasts were full, tipped with dusky, hard nipples. My mouth watered.

I dropped to my knees, my hands gripping the lush curves of her hips. I buried my face in the warm, sweet-smelling space between her legs. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. “Yes… right there. God, your mouth…”

I licked her, slowly at first, tracing the outer folds, learning her shape and taste. She was already wet, dripping with an arousal that mirrored my own. I found her clit, a hard little pearl, and circled it with the tip of my tongue.

Her thighs tightened around my head. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.” Her commands were moaned, breathless. I obeyed, feasting on her, drinking her in. Her hips began to move against my face, a slow, then frantic rhythm. Her moans grew louder, more ragged. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, and she cried out, her whole body tensing.

She came with a shuddering gasp, pulsing around my fingers, her taste flooding my mouth. I held her until her legs stopped shaking.

Panting, she looked down at me, her eyes dark with lust and something else—power. “My turn,” she breathed, pulling me to my feet.

She pushed me back onto a plush armchair in the living room and knelt before me, her eyes locked on mine as she undid my jeans. She freed my cock, and her eyes widened slightly. “Oh, my….” She wrapped her hand around the base, her grip firm. She didn’t kiss it or tease it. She took the head into her mouth, sucking hard.

My head slammed back against the chair. Holy fuck. Her mouth was hot, wet, perfect. She deep-throated me with an expertise that made my vision blur, her head bobbing, her tongue doing wicked, twisting things along my shaft. I was already on the edge, teetering, from the sight of her bending over, from the taste of her, from this.

“I’m not going to last,” I gritted out, my fingers clutching the fabric of the chair.

She released me with a soft pop, a wicked smile on her swollen lips. “I don’t want you to,” she said, climbing onto my lap. She positioned herself above me, guiding me to her entrance. “I want to feel you lose control.”

And then she sank down, taking me all in one smooth, breathtaking motion. She was so tight, so impossibly hot and wet. She sheathed me completely, a low, guttural moan escaping her throat. She began to move, riding me with a slow, grinding rhythm that made me see stars. Every roll of her hips rubbed her clit against me, and I could feel her starting to tense up again around my cock.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Look at me,” she demanded. I forced my eyes open. She was watching me, her expression one of intense, fierce pleasure. “I want to watch you come undone for me.”

The coil in my gut tightened beyond breaking. My hips pistoned upwards, driving into her deeper, faster. Her inner muscles clenched around me, milking me.

Through the haze, I feel her climax hit. She screams, a sound of pure, shattered pleasure, as her body convulses around mine. Her inner muscles clamp down on my oversensitive cock, milking me for every last drop, prolonging my own ecstasy into near-painful bliss. She grinds down hard, her hips making tiny, frantic circles as she rides out the waves, her body trembling violently.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of our ragged breathing and the faint, wet sound of our still-joined bodies. She collapses forward, her sweaty, heaving breasts pressing against my chest, her forehead resting on my shoulder. I can feel her heart hammering against mine, a wild, syncopated rhythm.

We lie there, tangled and spent, for what feels like an eternity. The cool air from the vent raises goosebumps on our overheated skin. Slowly, carefully, she lifts herself off me, a slow, slick separation that makes us both gasp. She rolls onto her back beside me on the rug, one arm flung over her eyes.

The silence stretches, thick and loaded.

Finally, she speaks, her voice hoarse but amused. “So, neighbor… still think you were being a creep?”

I turn my head to look at her. She’s smiling, a lazy, cat-like smile of pure satisfaction. The loneliness I’d sensed earlier is gone, burned away in the fire we just made.

Before I can answer, she props herself up on an elbow, her dark eyes glinting. Her hand trails down her own stomach, through the damp patch of curls, and she brings her fingers to her lips, tasting us.

“Good,” she murmurs, more to herself than to me. Then she looks at me, her gaze dropping to my softening cock amd sucks the last bit of cum oozing out and smiles.