Her First Fisting by Unknown Page A

guy was quite the hottie. His dirty-blonde hair stuck up in different directions as if he’d just climbed out of bed. Day-old stubble peppered his cheeks, indicating he hadn’t had time to shower or shave yet. He wore a green robe, but he’d neglected to tie it up all the way, so his muscular chest peeked out to greet her. Rhea loved seeing a man in this state, so real and authentic. Then it hit her that she’d never seen him around before. Surely she’d have noticed someone this cute walking around the neighborhood.
    “I guess we’re neighbors,” she said. 
    “Yeah. I just moved in a few weeks ago.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake. “Name’s Jarod.” 
    Rhea held her nightgown up with her right hand, so she offered him her left instead. When their fingers touched, a jolt of something—love at first sight, maybe—coursed through her. She looked into his eyes and wondered if he felt it, too.
    “Well, Rhea, this has been a fascinating discussion, but I’m afraid I’m running late for work.” 
    He showed her to the door, and she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. She liked Jarod and wanted to chat with him more. But they lived next door to one another; there would be another chance later.
    “I still wanna know how you got in here,” he said, chuckling. “I know for a fact I locked the door last night.” 
    They went outside and stood on the porch for a moment. Jarod looked even sexier in the bright sunlight, and she couldn’t help but want to ask if he was single. She peeked at his hands and didn’t see a ring. Well, at least he probably wasn’t married.
    “I likely climbed in through a window.” She had to force these lusty thoughts out of her head. “I’ve been known to do that before.” 
    A little smile crept up on his face. “You sound like a dangerous lady. I’d better make sure to lock up tight if I want to keep you out.”
    She wished he’d keep the windows open to make it easier for her to come in, actually. Oh, how she wanted to say that to him, to flirt with him mercilessly.
    But she just smiled back. “Don’t worry. I’ve never hurt anyone in my sleep before. Not yet.”
    Jarod’s thin garment wasn’t enough to hide the outline of his erection. She licked her lips and prayed for a gust of wind to blow his robe right open.
    Jarod looked down at the ground, seemingly embarrassed by his arousal. He cupped his hands in front of his hard cock and turned away from her.
    “Maybe I’ll see you around,” he said, his voice suddenly raspy. He glanced at her one more time, and Rhea swore she saw lust in his eyes. Then he went back inside and shut the door. 
    As Rhea walked home, she couldn’t get his face out of her mind. She’d been ashamed at first when he caught her getting off in his room, but really, it was kind of hot. The way he’d looked right at her as she came…it made her shiver to think of it. There was something incredibly arousing about having an orgasm in front of a stranger.
    He seemed interested in her, but she didn’t want to wait on him to make a move. She wasn’t the kind of woman who asked a guy out, either. So what could she do? There had to be some easy way to get one’s neighbor into bed. She just had to figure it out.
     
    The next day, Rhea had a plan. It was sort of devious, but she wanted Jarod bad enough, and she’d do anything to get him.
    She peeked out her front window and spotted his car, a blue Honda in need of a wash, in the driveway. He was home, then. Good.
    The right outfit was vital for seduction, so she chose a short denim skirt that showed off her ass if she bent just the right way. A low-cut shirt would allow him a look at her cleavage – how could he resist that? Then she topped it all off with a few sprays of floral perfume.
    She beat back her nervousness and approached his front door. Just as she was about to knock, though, she pulled her hand back. What was she thinking? This was a crazy idea; it’d never