My Neighbor Irina
Copyright© 2026 by stmiller
Chapter 3: Beautiful Assets
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3: Beautiful Assets - When my cute new neighbor needed help with her lawnmower, why would I refuse? Her gratitude, fueled by a deep and unspoken loneliness carries us into a series of adventures where our hunger unlocks hidden desires and her identity itself poses unknown dangers.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Cream Pie Enema Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Big Breasts Nudism
One week after our ill-fated chocolate syrup misadventure, we had gotten together once for lunch at her place. And by lunch, I don’t mean food. Not that she wasn’t a yummy treat, but we just rushed straight to clothes removal and naked romping, like any new couple in a bad romance. It’s like we had found an addictive new weight loss plan.
Irina was called out of town for a few days. She had asked if I wanted to come and enjoy the hotel with her, but I needed a specialized setup for work and had to decline. Besides, the kids had started back to school a few weeks ago, and while Hazel, a sophomore, was technically old enough to stay by herself overnight, I’m not sure I’d leave her for a few days like that during the school year.
Irina had no such choice. I told her I’d be a backup, and I checked in with her son, Jake, before school, and a couple of times in the afternoons and evenings. But he attended school as he was supposed to, and I saw no evidence of guests or parties, and the few days passed uneventfully. She texted me at late hours saying she was looking forward to when we could get together again and was eager for another yoga lesson.
So, the morning after she got back, almost one week since the last time we were together, I received a text: Out of coffee, let’s go get some. Can you be out in 10?
I had already been working for an hour, and had downed my prerequisite tumblers of cold brew, but I couldn’t pass up a chance to get together with her. I had nothing pressing to do at work, and fabricated some excuse about Hazel and school, and set myself for out of office. That would buy me an hour.
Twelve minutes later I was walking out the door where she was waiting in front of her house. She made a point of looking at her watch. “Don’t I recall someone saying they appreciated punctuality?” She looked at me expectantly.
“I assumed you’d appreciate it if I put some pants on.” She giggled, and it dawned on me the absurdity of that statement. Chuckling with her, I concluded that, “I could have saved two minutes and given you a little show.”
“We’ll work on it, sexy yoga man. Besides, I’m rather desperate to get my coffee. I guess Jake had some and I can’t find any.”
“I have coffee; it’s all cold brew, but I could heat some water and do a French press.” The house was a wreck, and as delightful as it would have been having her over ... the house was a wreck. Fortunately, she declined.
“I need ground, and it might be good for us to chat for a while before rubbing squishy bits again.”
“Excuse me? My bit is not squishy.” She reached down unexpectedly and felt around my crotch.
“Mmm, sorry, pretty squishy.”
I laughed as I scanned the street for any nosy neighbors. “Not for long.”
“Good boy. C’mon, I’m sexier with my coffee.”
“Hmmm, I’m not sure about that,” I remarked, adjusting the growing bulge in my shorts. “You seem your usual sexy self this morning.”
“You just bring out the worst in me, Tom”. She took my hand in hers, and we started walking up the street to “Human Beans”, a local mom and pop coffee and tea place in the neighborhood. It was only five minutes to get there, and we covered all the mundane highlights of her trip, and Jake’s apparent lack of a social life.
We arrived, walked in, and stood behind a young woman placing her order. There was only one other person, a man around my age, sitting by the window, gazing at his laptop screen. I was a little envious. As a security researcher for a major bank, I required a hardware connection to do my job, which I could not do in a coffee shop.
The young woman played with her blond ponytail while she waited for her payment to go through. Her dark roots indicated she was past time for getting it redone. I couldn’t help but notice her sleek, shoulderless red dress, and its extremely high hemline with black patterned stockings down to a pair of strappy high-heeled shoes. She looked like something out of a lingerie catalog.
Irina noticed me noticing her and arched her eyebrow, barely suppressing a giggle. She held up two fingers and made the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture as I shifted uncomfortably. She laughed. We were up next.
Irina must have been a regular here, rattling off, “Coffee, large, no room, for here, and 2 pounds of drip-ground Colombian.”
The woman behind the counter smiled, “The usual and 2 pounds. I’ll have that ready when you leave.” She looked over at me, “And your friend?” I hadn’t given it much thought, so I just ordered a small coffee with room. She disappeared behind the coffee apparatus and, after some frothing noises and alchemical measurements, handed the lingerie model her order of a covered cup of something with whipped cream.
I tried not to watch her walking away, but then I noticed Irina following her intently with her eyes. She glanced at me with a smile and shrugged. We both watched as the young woman crossed the street and entered a shop called “Allure”.
We looked at each other. “Is that...,” she paused. “A sex shop?”
“Intimate apparel and marital aids,” I agreed, reading the text in the window. I think it used to be called something else.
“Oh? So you’re a regular there?” She was just so damn cute when she was teasing me.
“I’ve only been once, a few years ago.” Luckily, our coffee appeared at that moment, but it would take more than that to throw her off the trail. She scooped up both mugs and walked to the back of the seating area.
She sat down and looked at me. “And?”
“And I still need cream for my coffee.” I grabbed my mug and went back to the front to pour some half and half in it. When I returned, she was feigning indifference as I picked up where she had left off. “And I bought a toy. Or two.” Her face lit up. I’m not sure why, but I was feeling a little embarrassed by that admission.
“And? What were they? What kinds of toys tickle Mr. Hot Yoga Man’s fancy?”
“I believe the store is under new ownership; that girl wasn’t working there when I was there before.”
“Because you’d have remembered her when you were shopping there for ... what was it again?” She was clearly having too much fun with this. “Or were you just there to flirt with the hot girls in lingerie?” I thought her face must hurt with how much she was smiling. “What do you remember?”
“A fleshlight. And maybe a dildo.” The smile faded from her face.
“A flashlight? Sounds strange.” And here I thought the dildo would be the thing she’d latch on to.
“Fleshlight,” I emphasized the word flesh. “It’s like a soft, rubbery cylinder that, you know,” I simulated a stroking motion. “It’s like a flashlight with a pussy inside it.” She mulled that over in her head.
“It’s not really very sexy when you explain it like that.”
“I’ll have to work on that.”
“You do that.” She leaned back in her chair, started to say something, then stopped. She sipped her coffee and then leaned forward. “I think I need a toy. Or two”.
“Looks like they’re open. We can go when we’re done if you like.”
“I’d love that.” She giggled again, and I knew something was coming. “Take me toy shopping, Daddy.” Irina never disappointed.
We chatted about her ex, or rather, around her ex. Irina was young and in college when she had Jake, and they married only for him to become more distant until she just filed for divorce several years later, leaving her with a tidy sum of money, but no child support as she preferred to cut all ties. She finished school intending to continue on to art therapy, but got a job selling artificial turf and athletic surfaces. Her recent trip was to work with an installer in Phoenix.
She was embarrassed to admit I was the first man she had ever cum with, which begged a question, but I didn’t pursue it.
I filled her in on the highlights of my previous marriage. She ended up moving to Los Angeles to run a yoga studio, and her plans didn’t include me or Hazel, which is why I had custody. Hazel had been planned, but her mom seemed more interested in getting her pre-pregnancy body back than in caring for a baby.
I basically raised her, and with the time at home, started taking online classes in cybersecurity and IT networking, and eventually got a series of jobs until I landed my current one with the bank, where I had been for a little under five years.
Thirty minutes had passed, and our coffee was gone, so we got up to leave, collecting her ‘Columbian, ground’ on our way at the door. She buried her nose in the large paper bag with the crimped top. “Mmmmm, heaven.”
We crossed the street and walked into Allure, and were greeted with hot pink and black, as the blond-haired woman waved from where she was adjusting some outfits on display. “Let me know if I can help you find anything.” I thought Irina was going to say something, but she just looked at me, and I knew she was waiting for me to take the lead.
We looked at some of the lingerie, but she didn’t appear interested in any of it, despite my opinion to the contrary.
“No? You don’t want to entice me with these crotchless panties?” I dangled the red satin panties in front of her. “They would look great against your skin.”
“So would me being naked. Doesn’t that entice you?” She fixed me with a stare.
“Of course,” I agreed, pulling her closer. “I just thought you might appreciate dressing up for me, but frankly, I’m more than happy with you just being naked. I’ve never fully gotten the appeal of lingerie. Seems like an unnecessary step.”
Irina leaned in, using her eyes to indicate the blonde woman, “Is that unnecessary?”
“I suppose not, but she definitely caught our attention.”
“No one has ever asked me if I’d like to wear lingerie for them. I can see some appeal.” The blonde-haired woman looked up to see us looking at her.
“Finding everything?”
We both nodded. “Everything is well displayed,” Irina responded. I had to look away.
While I was still lingering near the lingerie, she had moved on. I suddenly heard her call out, “Is this the one?” and the blond-haired woman and I both swiveled our heads to see her holding up a box with a fleshlight in it. Naturally, Irina was beaming.
“Yes, but a different model,” I said as I walked over, taking it from her hands and setting it back down. “Anything catch your fancy?” I asked as I directed her attention to the more traditionally vagina-related products. “Vibrators? Dildoes? Whatever this is?”
“That’s the Satisfyer 2,” the seemingly omnipresent blond haired woman piped up. “It’s one of the more popular models.”
“How does it work?” Irina seemed fascinated by the sleek curves but otherwise non-intuitive appearance.
“It uses pulses of air and vibration for clitoral stimulation.” The blond-haired girl pointed at one end and didn’t miss a beat. “With 11 pressure wave intensities and 10 vibration patterns, it’s completely waterproof and body-safe.” I wondered how often she had practiced that particular phrase.
Irina looked at me. “She sounds like you.”
“It’s good to be well-informed,” I shrugged.
“That sounds delightful ... for ... when you’re not around,” she beamed. “I want that.”
“Would you like me to hold that at the counter while you continue shopping?” The blond-haired woman had me by the balls, and she knew it. How do you hem and haw about sex toys when you’re with the person you want to have use them?
“Sure,” I answered cheerily. “I’m sure we can find everything else just fine.”
“I’m right here if you need me,” and I didn’t doubt it for a second.
“She’s right there if you need her,” Irina had that devilish smirk on her face. “Right there.” The young woman didn’t seem to hear her as she busied herself behind the counter, and we continued exploring. “Tell me about this dildo you got. Who did you use it on?” The expression on my face must have been priceless because Irina practically doubled over laughing.
“I used it on myself, or rather, in myself.” I felt as if I must be blushing.
“Hmmm, Kinky Mr. Sexy Yoga Man,” she followed me over as I showed her a short, smooth silicone dildo with a suction base. She considered it for a moment and then said in a low voice, “I’ve never done any, you know, butt stuff. I tried a plug, but never actually taken it up the chute.”
“May I confess something?” I had her full attention. “I’ve never given it to anyone up the chute.” She arched her eyebrows and looked pleasantly surprised. I quickly added, “I mean, I’m told I did, but I was really drunk and don’t remember, so...” I stopped mid-sentence.
“If you don’t remember, does it count?” she arched her eyebrow at me. “Maybe you’re still a virgin, Mr. Experienced.”
“Good point, maybe I am.”
“I’ll have to see about getting you drunk; you might be full of surprises.”
“I don’t think you’d need to get me drunk for that.” I pretended to fan myself with my hand. “Is it getting hot in here?”
“No, but it’s getting hot in here,” and she pointed down to her crotch.
“Whatever am I going to do with you, Miss Florikos? Such the naughty girl,” I whispered, placing my hands on her arms.
“Whatever you want, Mr. Sommer,” she whispered back, and drew me in for a kiss. It was easy to get lost in her kiss until a well-timed cough reminded me we were still in a store. The blond-haired girl made a point of deliberately not noticing us. While our faces were close, Irina whispered again, “Have you ever taken it up the chute?” She laughed, eyes beaming brightly at me.
“Other than Mr. Jiggly, no.” I gestured toward the silicone dildo.
“Up the chute,” she whispered loudly at me. Giggling like a little girl. “OK, shoo.” She made a pushing motion, “Go over there, or outside. I have to have a meeting with my new best friend.” She caught the blond-haired girl’s attention, and I noticed her name badge said ‘Aubrey’ and ‘Manager’ as I walked past her.
“You and Aubrey, please have mercy on my wallet.”
“Shoo, outside! I’ll summon you when I’m ready.” She said something to Aubrey, and they both started laughing. I chuckled to myself and stepped outside, pulling my phone from my pocket. I checked my messages; nothing was there. I thought for a moment, and then called my boss, Eric. Part of me wanted to just get his voicemail so I could say I tried and then forget the whole idea, but Eric answered.
“First American, Eric speaking.” He was a no-nonsense guy.
“Eric, Tom here. Um, I kind of need to take the rest of the day off. Something’s come up, and...”
He cut me off abruptly. “Is Hazel all right?” That was unexpected.
“She’s fine. It’s just that...”
He cut me off again. “You don’t need to explain anything.” He always spoke very crisply. “I can’t remember the last time you called off in the middle of the day. Whatever it is, I hope it works out, and I’m sure you’ll be on tomorrow.”
“Oh, definitely.”
“For God’s sake, man, don’t lose PTO again this year; if anyone deserves it, it’s you,” and with that, he hung up. He was absolutely right; I was very bad about taking time away from work.
Until now. I could see that changing in the near future.
That took far less time than I thought it would, and I peeked back into the store, but Irina and her new best friend were busy looking at things and chatting animatedly. I had no idea what she was on about, but I admired her spirit and her ass.
I checked my watch and realized I’d need to get back soon. There didn’t appear to be time for another coffee, but then I had an idea. I walked over to the nearby Walgreens and found what I was hoping we’d need. Bag in hand, I was returning to the toy store when my phone dinged. Irina was ‘summoning’ me back inside.
Patting myself on the back for my efficiency and foresight, I walked back into the store to see them both watching for my return. Aubrey said something, and Irina nodded. They both giggled. Great. Still, if the woman you’re hooking up with becomes friends with the manager of an adult toy store, well, things could be worse.
Aubrey rang up the Satisfyer 2, and Irina guarded her bag as if it were the crown jewels. I tried to catch a quick peek, but all I saw was ‘LoveHunny’ before she whisked it away and covered the top. She made a ‘tsking’ sound and waggled a finger, “No fair, Mr. Sommer, a girl has to keep her secrets.” Aubrey just smiled as she totaled the order and took my card. “Oh wait, we forgot this.” Irina tried to slip something from the end of the checkout area past me, but I saw it. ‘Analease’.
Aubrey dropped it in the bag. “My treat.” She handed me my card and offered the bag, and after I took it, she smiled again and said, “Have fun, you two.” Irina winked at her. And with that, we were out of the store and headed home. I talked about anything other than what she had just purchased, as Irina took a deep sniff of her bag of coffee.
“So, I might have just taken the rest of the day off.” She was silent for a moment.
“Do you have plans?” She glanced at me. “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”
“No, no, I wasn’t sure how your day looked, but I figured if you had the time, we could, um...” I didn’t know why I was feeling awkward as the two of us were carrying bags full of sex toys home.
She stopped. “Tom.” Her voice was profoundly serious. “It’s very presumptuous of you to assume I would just spend the rest of the day with you.” I had no idea if she was being serious, or just being a first-class brat again. I scanned her face for a hint of a smile, but there was none.
“Um, I...” And then she started laughing.
“Jesus Christ, Tom, this ass isn’t going to fuck itself.” She started walking again, more briskly this time. “Hurry up, Mr. Sexy Yoga Man.” I hurried.
I could almost swear she was fumbling with the keys to the house as she still tried to conceal the contents of her bag. Once inside, we had barely closed the door when she was in my arms and her tongue was in my mouth. We kissed and stroked each other’s hair, and then I felt my belt being undone. I reached down and unsnapped her capris. Unzipped, my shorts fell, my cell phone making a muffled thud as it hit the ground. I pulled up her shirt, and we had to stop kissing for a moment for me to get it off her. She quickly pulled mine up and off, and we resumed our hungry kisses while she reached down to push my boxers lower as I crimped the back of her bra to get the hooks to unclasp. Once free, I started to pull the straps off and, between kisses, saw it drop to the floor with our shirts and my shorts.
I supported her back and pushed her away slightly so my mouth could latch onto one of her breasts. Her breasts were a marvel, both large and perky at the same time, with dark areolas and nipples that turned slightly upward. I augmented my ravishment of them with grunting sounds, and she giggled and said it tickled when I did that.
I was trying to get her pants down, but the form-hugging capris were not cooperating. She assisted in shimmying them down to her knees, and then while I still had my mouth clamped on one of her breasts, my tongue massaging her nipple, I used my foot to finish their descent to the floor. “Another smooth move from the yoga guy,” she said in a breathy voice, but I just kept on enjoying her breasts.
Soon we were naked and enjoying each other’s bodies with our hands as our mouths remained locked in their dance of tongues, and I felt her wetness as her legs parted a little more to welcome my fingers. I was a little familiar with her pussy by now, and deftly navigated her folds to insert my middle finger in her warm and fragrant snatch. Her G-spot was exactly where I remembered it, and I started stroking it right away, finger inserted all the way in.
“Mmmm,” she murmured at my digital stimulation, and my other hand moved to cup her breast, my thumb stroking her nipple. “Mmmm”, she repeated, and I could feel her breathing quicken a little in my mouth as we continued kissing. My mouth soon parted hers, and I started kissing her neck, moving to the space below her ear, and then to the base of the neck, where I liked to bite lightly and massage her with my lips and teeth. “I have a surprise,” she half whispered, half breathed. “Mmmm.” My thumb started circling her clit, and she melted into this newest sensation.
I loved how responsive she was, and delighted in the fact that I could do this to her. If we did get around to me fucking her in the ass, I wanted to make sure she at least came once. “You, my dear, are yourself one big surprise.” Those words, spoken against her neck, made her shiver, and she grabbed my ass with one hand, pulling me closer to her.
“Yes, a surprise...” She had to stop a moment to catch her breath as I heard her suppressing a moan. I varied the motion with my thumb and stroked her G-spot more deeply. She quivered a little under me, her neck suddenly more sensitive and squirming at my light pinching of her nipples. “A big...” She suddenly sucked in her breath and held still for a moment, her body frozen, and then she relaxed as she suddenly exhaled in a high whine. The muscles in her quim contracted, and moisture quickly flooded my hand. It wasn’t a huge earthquake, but a series of tremors that left her breathing hard and then giggling.
“Oh, Tom, how do you do that?”
“Just lucky, I guess.” She sighed and cuddled into me, her hand reaching down to touch my already stiffened cock. “You said something about a surprise? As if any surprise could be better than simply having you in my life?” She squeezed my cock hard.
“Stop ... you’re already going to take me up the butt, you don’t have to be charming.” She sighed again. “It’s silly.”
“What’s silly?”
“My surprise. It’s silly.” She started slowly stroking my cock, and I closed my eyes, my face nuzzling into her hair.
“What’s in the bag?”
“That satisfy her thing. You bought it.”
“Irina?”
She sighed again. “It’s silly. I shouldn’t have gotten it.” She removed her hand from my now throbbing prick and placed both hands on my chest, looking up at me. “Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad.” I put my arms around her. “Maybe mad about you, Miss Florakis, but not mad at you.”
“Damnit, there you go again.”
“Sorry.” I wondered where this was going, and if maybe we didn’t need to cool it a little, maybe it was too much too soon? I felt like I was inadvertently pressuring her, like maybe she felt I had expectations she wasn’t ready to meet. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You set the pace, and I’ll be right here with you.”
“You mean that, don’t you?” Her eyes were searching mine, one of her fingers twisting my chest hair around itself. “You really mean it?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Fuck!” she suddenly seemed determined, almost fierce. “There is no fucking way you’re getting out of fucking me in the ass today.” Suddenly, she smiled. That mischievous, radiant smile that completely undid me every time. “Where do you want me?”
“Are you sure, Irina?” I was still a little uncertain, and I wanted to make sure she was sure. “It’s okay if you change your mind, even at the last minute.” I felt like an idiot saying this, but I wanted to make sure she understood that consent was something I would always look for, despite what was going on at any given moment.
“I appreciate that, Tom.” She turned serious again and disengaged her hands from me and stepped back. “I believe you. Thank you.”
“Now, tell me about this surprise. Please?” She looked at her feet, then looked around, finally looking back at me.
“Well...,” she paused, looking around again. “It’s silly.”
“Shall I just look in the bag? Will that make it easier?”
“No!” She rushed over to her bag from the toy store and clutched it against her chest. “OK, since I’m an anal virgin, and you’re an anal virgin, I thought it would be fun if we took each other’s virginity. You know, butt-wise.” She stopped, an expression of hopeful expectation on her face, and pulled a box out of the bag. The box was the LoveHunny one I had gotten a glimpse of. On it was a picture of an L-shaped thing, with the word ‘desire’ at the top, and underneath, in crisp white lettering: vibrating strapless strap-on dildo.