Crazy Neighbors 1: The Neighbor's Daughter by Candace Spencer
Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
Jack Stevens sat on his patio that Friday afternoon relaxing and enjoying a beer. He had just arrived home from work and was slowly unwinding from the pressures of the business world. He cleared his mind of all its cobwebs and settled into the softness of the chaise longue, gazing across the green, well-kept yard. He took another sip of the cold suds and sighed. The day had been beautiful, cloudless and warm, and now the late afternoon sun played among the trees, creating slowly lengthening shadows.
Soon he would have to think about getting some dinner for himself, but right now he was just going to let every muscle in his body relax. He had been eating out mostly since Gloria, his wife, had been gone. She had gone to stay with her mother who was ill. Jack was having to take care of himself. During the week his job had kept him busy, and he hadn't had time to think of being lonely, but now that the weekend was here, well, that was different. It had been a long time since he had been a bachelor. Bachelor. The word had an exciting sound. Swinging bachelor. People usually used the two words together. Sometimes he wished he were a swinging bachelor again. Ah, those were the good old days. Marriage was fine, but it did have its limitations. Now being a bachelor, that was the life. To come and go as a man pleased. No wife to give an accounting of oneself to. Drive that nifty little sports car around and pick up a different chick every night. Man, that would be the life. But he had no complaints. Gloria was everything a man could want in a wife. A real looker, an excellent cook, a good homemaker, and best of all she was tops as a bedfellow. Still, it would be fun to have some strange stuff every now and then. Like that gorgeous little Linda Mason who lived down the street. Now there was a dish. Just maturing into womanhood, ripe and ready, with long shapely legs and the cutest ass imaginable. Big, round, pointing breasts stretching at the fabric of her clothing, just begging to be played with, and a slim little waist flaring out into dangerously curvy hips below.
Her face was something out of a dream with its pert little nose, bright-blue eyes, pouty lips—all this topped by long blonde hair. Her smile gave an impression of innocence, and yet there was that hint of sexiness that makes a man's blood run hot, that secret mystique that is woman.