My New Neighbour (part 3)

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My New Neighbour (part 3)Forgive me any errors in certain details about physical characteristics of the two central characters, to be honest i have been to lazy to write part 3 and when i came to write it i couldn’t find the heights of both in part one. this is only a short part as i got bored and stopped, only posting it as i couldn’t work out how to save it somewhere on this new laptop, windows 8 is shit. give me 3.1 back.An hour later i was letting myself in the front door of my new neighbours house, locking it behind me. I made my way to the kitchen and made sure the back door was locked as well, i knew David was new to the town and didn’t know anyone very well other than his new partners in the medical practice but i wanted to make sure we were not going to be disturbed. It was already dark so i knew that nobody in the cul de sac was liable to have noticed me as i made my way from my own home. I thought i should make an effort so i was wearing a black Tshirt bearing the logo “Sons of Chemistry” which featured a cartoon of the main character from the “Breaking Bad” series, a play on words from the hells angels series “Sons of Anarchy” I’d always had a notion that i would have liked to be a member of a biker club on the west coast of America, mainly because the weather would be illegal bahis more conducive to riding 365 days a year than anything else. The idea of a life of days riding bikes and nights smoking dope and fucking my brains out had a romantic image in my head at a young age but as i got older and my tastes sexually were defined i realised that the chances of finding an MC where the members fucked each other was less likely to be accepted than one where they followed the traditional biker image of the movies. I wore my leather waistcoat over the Tshirt and leather jeans with a pair of big heavy biker boots with buckles down the sides, each one fashioned with a skull. I had thought about just wearing sweats or maybe just go naked under a dressing gown but i knew my new friend was making an effort to play her part so thought it only fair that i in turn play a role too and since we were both into bikes the part of a mean and rugged biker seemed appropriate.I took a look around the ground floor of the house, nobody to be seen so i went to the bottom of the stairs and called up, “Claire? i’m waiting.” i heard a squeal as the sound of my voice reverberated through the house, then a reply, “I won’t be second Daddy, just finishing my makeup, help yourself to a drink from the fridge.” illegal bahis siteleri I’ve never been a drinker, happier with a coffee or a diet coke than alcohol but i went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Inside i discovered bottles of beer, Fosters radler or somesuch name, lager with lemon or lime, i’d tasted it before and it was more like a shandy, i remembered enjoying one on a warm afternoon while working in the garden and it was refreshing when ice cold so i helped myself to a bottle and twisted the cap off, taking a slug from the bottle i made my way back into the living room and found a comfortable seat that gave me a good view of the door to the hallway and the stairs beyond. Then i had a thought and got up, went through to the kitchen and into the dining room and took one of the chairs that were around the table, returned to the living room and placed the chair in the middle of the room facing the door. I sat down and waited, sipping on my bottle of beer as i awaited the first sight of Claire, i have to admit that my cock was hard and since i had decided not to wear underwear i was feeling my pre cum already wetting my inner thigh as i’d stuffed my cock down the leg of the tight leather jeans when i put them on. I know my size is often seen as imposing canlı bahis siteleri standing six foot six tall with a shock of thick salt and pepper hair, recently i’d taken to sporting the beginnings of a goatee, barely two weeks old, i’ve always been pretty lazy about shaving usually only doing so once a week but never taken to a full beard as it always itches and annoys me after a month and gets shaved off but this week i still had the goatee, trimmed so it was clear of my mouth, nothing i hated more than stray hairs pricking me on the lips randomly, don’t know why i bothered but i was just too lazy to shave every day, one of my “when i win the lottery” checklist, i would pay to have a shave every day, i know i could do that anyway but who wants to waste money having someone shave them when there is no sense of ostentation about the process. but i digress, i am a big lazy bastard who can’t be arsed shaving but doesn’t want a beard so there we have it. I had a bottle of beer in one hand and was rubbing my thumb over the outline of my cock with the other, wanting to make sure it was visible to Claire when she saw me, then i heard the creak of a hand on the bannister at the top of the stairs and the sound of someone descending the steps towards me, Claire was coming and my heart was pounding at a thousand beats a second, i felt lightheaded, a bit scared, i took a swig of beer and took a big joint out of my waistcoat pocket, my lighter out of the other pocket and lit it up, taking a deep draw on the joint, ready or not, Claire was coming.

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