The sun beat down on Aries’ back as she stood on Mr. Williams’ front porch, her hands grasping the hem of her short jean skirt. The worn wooden floorboards creaked beneath her feet as she shifted her weight, trying to ease the discomfort caused by her broken door.
A week ago, Mr. Williams, a distinguished gentleman of 52, had welcomed Aries into his life with open arms, simply because she was the new girl next door. At 24, Aries was a dazzling brunette, with curves that stopped men in their tracks. Her warm smile and infectious laughter had quickly earned her a spot in every neighbor’s heart, particularly Mr. Williams’.
As he ushered her inside, his eyes lingering on the way her skirt rode up, exposing a tantalizing sliver of thigh, Aries felt a flutter in her chest. She hadn’t noticed the way his gaze raked over her body before, but now, under his attentive scrutiny, heat prickled her skin.
“Let me take a look at that door,” Mr. Williams said, his deep voice a soothing cadence. He guided her to the living room, the air thick with unspoken tension.
With deft hands, he assessed the damage, his body close enough for her to inhale his scent – a mix of shaving cream and worn leather. Aries found herself leaning in, drawn to him like a magnet.
“Piece of cake,” he declared, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he worked. “You’ll be good as new in no time, Aries.”
As if by magic, the door swung open, and Aries let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Williams’ hand brushing against hers sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She glanced up, meeting his gaze, and saw a smoldering intensity that took her breath away.
“Thank you, Mr. Williams,” Aries said, her voice slightly husky. “I really appreciate your help.”
“No need to thank me, Aries. Just give me a chance to…make it up to you,” he suggested, his voice low and suggestive.
Before she could respond, he pulled her flush against him, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. Aries’ heart raced as she felt the hard planes of his chest against her soft breasts. She tilted her head up, her lips parting in anticipation.
Mr. Williams claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he explored every inch of her. Aries moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. The world narrowed to the two of them, lost in a haze of passion.
He walked her backwards until her hips bumped against the couch. With a growl, he pushed her down onto the cushions, his body covering hers. Aries wrapped her legs around his waist, craving more of his touch.
Their clothes vanished in a frenzy of buttons and zippers, revealing skin that shimmered with sweat and desire. Mr. Williams’ hands roamed her body, kneading her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples. Aries arched into his touch, her back bowing off the couch.
“You’re so beautiful, Aries,” he groaned, his voice strained with need. “I’ve wanted you since the day you moved in.”
As he entered her, Aries gasped, the stretch deliciously painful. Mr. Williams filled her completely, his thick girth hitting all the right spots. They moved together in a sensual rhythm, their bodies syncing like two halves of a whole.
Aries cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Mr. Williams followed soon after, his release hot and deep inside her. They clung to each other, panting and slick with sweat, as the aftershocks rippled through their bodies.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled together, limbs splayed across the couch. Aries nestled her head into the crook of Mr. Williams’ neck, his heartbeat a soothing drum against her ear.
“Wow,” she breathed, a smile spreading across her face. “I had no idea fixing a door could lead to something so amazing.”
Mr. Williams chuckled, his lips brushing her temple. “I think we’ve only scratched the surface of what’s possible, Aries. And I can’t wait to explore it further.”