Fantasy About Neighbor
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 3: I know this is a dream
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: I know this is a dream - When Michael reluctantly agrees to help the sultry and mysterious Miss Calvin tidy her garden, he expects nothing more than long hours under the scorching summer sun. But as the days heat up, so does the tension between them. Miss Calvin is confident, provocative, and uncomfortably alluring for Michael, who's barely coming into his own as a young adult. What begins as innocent neighborly favors soon spirals into a web of forbidden desire, blurred boundaries, and thrilling fantasies...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting BBW Big Breasts Slow
Michael knew he was blushing beetroot red, but he felt compelled to answer her. “It’s a great dress, and you look really fantastic in it, but ... you’ve got great legs...”
“And this gown doesn’t show them off so well,” she finished.
He shrugged. “Yeah.”
She chewed her lip and then said, “wait right there!” Before he could say anything, she had turned and vanished into the house. He heard footsteps on the stairs. A minute or two later the footsteps returned and Miss Calvin appeared in the doorway.
Her black sandals had been replaced by red pumps, with slightly higher heels. Her black dress was now replaced by a red one, a much shorter red one. On a shorter woman, the dress might have made mid-thigh, but on Miss Calvin it was perhaps two inches below her crotch. The dress was made from scarlet stretch mesh, apart from the spaghetti straps over the shoulders and a V-shaped panel of lycra that started over her nipples and dropped down to cover her pubic area. She stretched up her arms once more and turned. The shoulder straps joined between her shoulder blades where a strip of Lycra ran down her spine to cover the crack in her buttocks, all the rest of the back was mesh. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing under the dress. Michael found himself imagining pushing her face down onto the table so that the dress would ride up. That would be all that was needed and he could be inside her in a second.
“Well?” she said, turning back to look at him. There was a huskiness to her voice. He wondered if she was thinking he could do the same thing.
“That’s ... a lot better.” She parted her legs a little and leaned forward slightly. “Yeah, much better.” He stood and headed for the kitchen. “I’d better get back to the garden.” He was gone before he could hear her exasperated sigh.
Michael found himself knocking on a large, wooden door. It swung open to reveal a woman dressed in a full length gown of stretch mesh. She smiled at him. “You must be Michael,” she said, “Julia said you’d be coming.” She stood aside to let him past.
“Julia?”
“Julia Calvin. You’ll find her out beside the pool.” She indicated a door off the hallway and he followed her direction into a large lounge area filled with people apparently in the middle of a party. It was the kind of party Michael had heard happened, but never thought he would attend.
Around him were people in clothes designed to reveal as much as possible, but still covering a lot of the body. Women wore mesh and lace, men wore mesh and Lycra. There was a lot of leather and a lot of flesh. Young men and women were strapped into in various bondage accessories. Older men and women looked on.