Not My Neighbor by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Two

Blake

I’m supposed to be on a flight of my own, heading to the Hamptons for some well-earned rest and to arrange some finances.

I still have a while before boarding, but with my luggage and ticket already checked in I decide it can wait.

It can all wait. Forever now.

I just happen to be passing the international arrivals, almost lost in admiring the strange looking new airport expansion when I see her.

There’s nobody else around, save for a cleaner heading in the opposite direction.

A perfect girl. The perfect girl, appearing like magic right in front of my eyes.

All just for me.

She’s top priority from now on. Whoever she is.

Seeing her for the first time from behind, I feel spoiled and I immediately want to return the favor.

Nothing happens by accident, and I’m not walking away from this once in a lifetime chance. I never notice girls or women either, so my heart’s in my throat when I spot her.

For twenty years I’ve looked at finance, my own success, and maybe the odd gray hair coming through, but I’m not shying away from this.

Not turning my back when I can see, I can just tell she’s needing what I want to give her as bad as I want to give it to her so suddenly.

Like, right. Fucking. Now.

I enjoy a few moments at least to watch her without her noticing me.

Her perfect, heart shaped ass filling denim as much as my shifting dick suddenly wants to fill her.

Hips that are begging for gripping, made for holding, and a raised ponytail of soft blond hair that shows her smooth soft neck.

A neck I focus on as I swallow hard, wanting this moment to last a while longer but knowing I’m already hungry to see her from the front.

Imagining all of her softness writhing over all of my hardness.

That smooth neck rolling as her hair bobs in time with her bouncing on my fat cock.

I take a second to adjust my arousal while nobody’s looking but still feel the heaviness of my pulsing manhood upfront.

Straining against the tailored fabric like never before.

Then again, I wouldn’t care if she did see. I could care less if the whole world can see what she’s doing to me.

I can’t just stand here though. As much as I could take in this view all day I know it’s only a matter of time before she leaves or worse meets whoever it looks like she’s waiting for.

I move as close as I dare but nowhere near as close as I want before saying something.

It’s the first thing that pops into my head, but it doesn’t matter. She slowly turns and I can see her much better for the first time.

Her clear blue eyes widen a little and move up to meet mine.

She’s small, but everything and everyone is when you’re six-five.

Her blond hair has some strands that have come loose from her ponytail and they shift as she turns.

Her white sweater and jeans look perfect on her, and she fills all of it so well I can’t help but scan her from head to toe, easily marking my favorite spots.

Committing them to memory.

Her thick nipples look pleased to see me, or is it the A/C in the airport?

Nah. That’s a happy chest.

Pleased to meet you too.

But her eyes betray her, moving to my thick and still growing hardness while the blue fills a little more. The blackness of her pupils dilating, broadcasting her own animal instincts.

Her own unconscious need.

She seems flushed with embarrassment, a natural shyness I can spot. My own voice grows deeper and thicker as a result.

I’m used to taking control of any situation, and whoever she is, I’m more than determined to take control of her situation.

A situation I’m determined to see involving her and me, alone.

She is waiting for someone though, and her round face brightens once something in her seems to click.

She introduces herself.

Krystal. Now I have a name for this feeling.

Strange for a shy girl to introduce herself straight away, but I oblige her with the same, taking her hand in mine.

The instant chemistry of our touch is undeniable. We both seem to want to hang on but politeness, social standards.

As much as I’d like I can’t just grab hold of her and never let go.

I can’t just throw her over my shoulder and carry her off into the sunset.

This is the 21st Century.

I’d sure as hell remember if I’d met her before, but when she apologizes for being late… having come to pick me up and take me home, I almost lose it.

She thinks I’m someone else. Someone she’s never met.

Now, this is the part where I’d normally be the first to admit she’s mistaken me for somebody else.

Happens sometimes.

But today, with it being her and me. And her thinking she has to take me home?

Well, that’s like Santa dropping by at Easter with your present, telling you not to open it until December with a wink.

Jackpot.

I’ll play along just until I find out more about her. Get to know her some. Definitely find out where her home is, and her phone number if nothing else.

I’ll come clean, but just not right now.

Not yet.

My luggage story isn’t a total lie. I don’t have it with me, and I don’t want to risk anything that’s gonna waste any more time in her taking me home. Wherever that is.

“Dad said you’d be hard to miss,” she smiles sheepishly after I kiss her hand, looking up at me as we make our way towards an exit.

“Your dad?” I ask, almost sounding annoyed.

Anyone else getting in between me and her is not what I want to be hearing about right now, but at the same time, I’m curious to learn more about exactly who it is I’m supposed to be.

“He told me your name, but to be honest I couldn’t hear him too well on the phone. But here you are,” she exclaims, her eyes shining with pleasure. Overlooking my brief chagrin.

“Here I am.” I echo back to her, starting to enjoy the near painful sensation of my cock straining in my pants with each step as I look down at her.

Her own chest is still proud and nipples stiff like bullets.

I pass the name test because she doesn’t know who she’s supposed to be picking up. But what if the actual guy’s already on his way home?

She did mention being late.

Guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Something in her eyes tells me she wouldn’t be too disappointed if I’m unmasked as somebody else.

That touch. I’m already craving her hand again. And plenty more of her body with my mouth on it.

Why kiss her hand?

Because it was the closest thing I could think of to do in public compared to what I really want to do to her.

It’s instinct for me to want to kiss her, to touch her.

Moving from International arrivals into the main area of the airport, I’m suddenly aware of just how much I want her all to myself, even elbowing some people out of the way as they get too close to her for my liking.

Wanting to put my arm around her but settling for a hand on the small of her back, I guide her through the crowd until we’re outside.

I feel her body shiver under my hand and stepping out into the warmth of a perfect sunny day, I know her shivers and stiff chest have nothing to do with the temperature.

“I parked over here,” she volunteers, moving towards a pay station, looking down at the single folded note, the parking pass, she’s pulled from her jeans pocket.

“I got that,” I tell her, moving quickly to find my platinum credit card and swipe it after feeling her hand again as I lift the parking pass from her fingers.

She opens her mouth to protest, but I can see it doesn’t take too much convincing.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to,” she murmurs once I’ve paid.

“The least I could do. I mean, you coming all this way to pick me up,” I smile back at her.

“At least it’s not far for me to get home once I drop you off,” she says with a chuckle, but I stay silent.

I have no idea what that means but I’m dying to find out.