Kinky Penny: Sexy Next Door Neighbor

“Hey, honey”… “HEY Honey”… “BEEEENNNN!”

That finally got his attention.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, earbuds in hand, footwork coming to a stop.

“I’ve got to run out for a few minutes.”

“OK.”

“The neighbor said she might drop by this afternoon, something about borrowing something or other.”

“OK.”

“So you’ll listen out for the door?”

He sighed. “Yes ma’am. I’ll listen out for the door.”

“No earbuds?”

“Well, maybe one.”

“OK. But don’t leave her hanging.”

“Yes ma’am.”

That clarified, I grabbed my purse and keys and headed down to my Honda. 

I wasn’t going anywhere. Had some make-up to apply, some cinching of a camisole here and there, and I was going to pay my sweet man a visit.

Twenty minutes of prep in the car was coming together. Bright red lipstick. A touch of rouge. Dangly earrings. Hair swept up into a tight bun. Yeah, I was definitely looking the part.

I tossed my jacket and leggings into the backseat and made my way back up to our apartment. Thank God the spring thaw had kicked in. A seventy-degree afternoon was a practical heatwave after the brutal winter we had endured.

Approaching our door, I looked around to make sure we had some privacy. The coast looked clear.

Doorbell. Three wraps on the door. More doorbell.

I stepped back and looked into the kitchen through our open blinds. Finally, Ben made his way through the kitchen. He had that distracted look on his face he gets when pulled away from a chore.

Opening the door, he took one look at me, then a second take.

“Honey, did you forget something? Like clothes?”

“Oh, sorry. I talked to Penny. She said it was OK to come over and borrow a couple of cooking items.”

That look again from Ben. You could sense he was teetering in between the here and now and what he thought he knew to be fact.

“Cooking items,” he muttered.

“Yeah. Some eggs. Sugar. Making up something sweet next door.”

“Something sweet,” he repeated.

“Yeah… so, you must be Penny’s man, huh?”

“Yeah. I’m Ben.”

“I’m Peggy. Peg to my friends. You know, just your average girl next door.”

“Girl next door, huh?” Ben questioned.

“Yeah. The girl next door.”

Ben shook his head and tried to engage in the game as best he could. “So, you need some eggs and some sugar. I’m not around here much but I think I can track those items down for you.”

He took a carton of eggs from the fridge and set them on the kitchen table. After poking around in the cabinets a good bit looking for the sugar, I suggested that possibly Penny kept the sugar in a canister on top of the refrigerator.

“Imagine that, there it is,” he marveled as he brought the canister down from its perch.

“Why thank you, Ben. I really appreciate it. It’s kind of tough being alone.”

“I can’t imagine a pretty girl like you being alone much,” Ben offered.

“Oh, you’d be surprised. It’s been awhile since I’ve been with a man.”

“Really? How long?”

“Long enough for me to be fantasizing about your ass when you were stretching up to get the sugar.”

“An old man like me? You’re barking up the wrong tree. You need to find a young, virile man to keep you occupied.”

“What’s wrong with an old man like you?” I inquired.

That said, I moved forward and put my arms around his neck. “What say you, old man? Would you mind helping out a friendly neighbor?”

Ben put his arms around my waist. “What could an old man like me do to help out a pretty young girl like you?”

“I don’t know…” I stood on tip toes and gave his lips a peck. “Maybe some tender loving care.”

“Well… Peggy–it was Peggy, right?”

That caught me a little off guard. I had made the name up in the car. “Yep! Peggy. Or Peg to my friends. You can Peg me anytime, mister.”

“So we’re friends now?”

“Yeah… if Penny doesn’t mind. Would you like to peg your new friend Peg, Ben?”

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