The Neighbors: an erotic mystery romance

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11/13/22 • 30 min

Pathways to Pleasure: erotic romance adventures

I know you won’t believe me. But it did happen. At least, I think it did. To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure anymore.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning.

After my wife died, I bought a boat and have been living on it ever since. I wanted to avoid people and the boat seemed like a good way to do that. I like the solitude.

And every year, from late Fall to early Spring I pretty much had the marina to myself, except for a few other live-boards who also make the marina their year-around home too.

But starting in May, boating season hits. People everywhere. They show up in droves. Fair-weather sailors, sport fishermen, drunken crabbers, weekend boaters, and loud children running up and down the docks.

That year it started early with the low rumble of a diesel engine.

-- -- -- -- --

“6 am! Who the hell docks their boat at 6am?”

I peered out my starboard window. A sailboat, looked to be a ketch about 42 feet long, was pulling up to the slip next to me. I might have taken notice of how beautiful it was, except I was grumpy, hadn’t slept all night, and was just nodding off when they arrived.

At any other hour I would have gotten up and helped them land, but damn it, not today. I rolled over trying to get back to sleep, but my new neighbors didn’t seem to care.

“How’z it look, hon?” a man yelled.

A woman answered. “You’re doing fine, babe.”

“Better hang a couple fenders on the other side, we don’t want to bump that boat next to us.”

“On it.”

“Okay, we’re coming in. Watch my bow. Good thing there’s no cross wind, I hate these leeward slips, but this is the only one they had left.”

“You’re looking good... A bit slower... Cuddle up close... There, I’ve roped the cleat.”

I heard a thump as she jumped off and secured boat.

The engine stopped but they kept talking and making noise for the next hour and eventually walked off.

But by then I was fully awake.

“Damn it. No use trying to sleep now.” I got dressed and headed off for breakfast.

I didn’t think about it at the time, but I remember walking down the dock to a weird sort of silence. The seagulls were on the breakwater as usual, but none were calling and the sky was empty.

A flyer on my windshield said ‘please move your car to the overflow lot before 6pm today. We’re having our Annual Boating Season party here.’

I could see they were already building a stage.

“Damn, I hate May 1st.”

-- -- -- -- --

Marcy, the owner/waitress of her little 5 table cafe smiled. “You’re here early.’

“Yeah, well I’m probably going to come back for lunch and dinner too.”

She laughed. “Hiding out in town, eh? The marina getting a little too full for ya? You know if you keep this up every year you’re going to turn into a lonely, grumpy old man.”

“But Marcy, I’ve got you and your fine cooking. What else could a man want?”

“If I was 20 years younger I just might take you up on that... So, you want the usual?”

-- -- -- -- --

It was nearly sunset when I got back. The lot was thick with people. Country music blared from the stage. Three large barrel-shaped barbecues, one with steak, one with salmon, and a third with hot dogs, flavored the air.

I had to admit it smelled pretty good. I spotted the beer kegs, turned, stepped on someones foot, and knocked a cup out of her hand dumping beer on the ground.

“Ow! That hurt.”

“Sorry,” I said bending down to retrieve her cup.

What I saw as I rose nearly knocked the wind out of me. My eyes scanned her body as I stood.

Long, slightly muscular legs, with tiny, barely visible blond hairs, red running shorts, a white t-shirt tied at the waste revealing a firm slender belly, nipples pushing hard against the fabric.

Standing now, we locked eyes. My god. Wide pupils surrounded by deep brown, her eyes glinted as if in perpetual laugh, dark eyebrows and shoulder length blonde hair. Her entire body perfectly tanned.

“So-sorry,” I stuttered. “I didn’t see you.”

She smiled back with those wonderful laughing eyes. “Well, you can make up for it by getting me another beer.”

Winding our way through the crowd we had to squeeze between people, forcing us together; sometimes her breasts against my back, others me behind her trying my best not to press against her bottom.

It felt awkward, this intimacy between strangers, but she didn’t seemed to mind at all.

She shouted over the din. “Well, since we seem to be pressed so tightly together, I suppose we should at least know each other’s names. I’m Laura.”

“Jim,” I said.

Our beers in hand, we worked our way back out and sat on a log looking out over the marina.

“I love it here,” I said.

“When did you get in?” she asked.

“Oh, no. I live here year-around.”

“On you boat?”

“Yeah, it’s a lot quieter in t...

I know you won’t believe me. But it did happen. At least, I think it did. To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure anymore.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning.

After my wife died, I bought a boat and have been living on it ever since. I wanted to avoid people and the boat seemed like a good way to do that. I like the solitude.

And every year, from late Fall to early Spring I pretty much had the marina to myself, except for a few other live-boards who also make the marina their year-around home too.

That year it started early with the low rumble of a diesel engine.

-- -- -- -- --

“6 am! Who the hell docks their boat at 6am?”

At any other hour I would have gotten up and helped them land, but damn it, not today. I rolled over trying to get back to sleep, but my new neighbors didn’t seem to care.

“How’z it look, hon?” a man yelled.

A woman answered. “You’re doing fine, babe.”

“Better hang a couple fenders on the other side, we don’t want to bump that boat next to us.”

“On it.”

“Okay, we’re coming in. Watch my bow. Good thing there’s no cross wind, I hate these leeward slips, but this is the only one they had left.”

“You’re looking good... A bit slower... Cuddle up close... There, I’ve roped the cleat.”

I heard a thump as she jumped off and secured boat.

The engine stopped but they kept talking and making noise for the next hour and eventually walked off.

But by then I was fully awake.

“Damn it. No use trying to sleep now.” I got dressed and headed off for breakfast.

I didn’t think about it at the time, but I remember walking down the dock to a weird sort of silence. The seagulls were on the breakwater as usual, but none were calling and the sky was empty.

A flyer on my windshield said ‘please move your car to the overflow lot before 6pm today. We’re having our Annual Boating Season party here.’

I could see they were already building a stage.

“Damn, I hate May 1st.”

-- -- -- -- --

Marcy, the owner/waitress of her little 5 table cafe smiled. “You’re here early.’

“Yeah, well I’m probably going to come back for lunch and dinner too.”

She laughed. “Hiding out in town, eh? The marina getting a little too full for ya? You know if you keep this up every year you’re going to turn into a lonely, grumpy old man.”

“But Marcy, I’ve got you and your fine cooking. What else could a man want?”

“If I was 20 years younger I just might take you up on that... So, you want the usual?”

-- -- -- -- --

I had to admit it smelled pretty good. I spotted the beer kegs, turned, stepped on someones foot, and knocked a cup out of her hand dumping beer on the ground.

“Ow! That hurt.”

“Sorry,” I said bending down to retrieve her cup.

What I saw as I rose nearly knocked the wind out of me. My eyes scanned her body as I stood.

Long, slightly muscular legs, with tiny, barely visible blond hairs, red running shorts, a white t-shirt tied at the waste revealing a firm slender belly, nipples pushing hard against the fabric.

Standing now, we locked eyes. My god. Wide pupils surrounded by deep brown, her eyes glinted as if in perpetual laugh, dark eyebrows and shoulder length blonde hair. Her entire body perfectly tanned.

“So-sorry,” I stuttered. “I didn’t see you.”

She smiled back with those wonderful laughing eyes. “Well, you can make up for it by getting me another beer.”

Winding our way through the crowd we had to squeeze between people, forcing us together; sometimes her breasts against my back, others me behind her trying my best not to press against her bottom.

It felt awkward, this intimacy between strangers, but she didn’t seemed to mind at all.

She shouted over the din. “Well, since we seem to be pressed so tightly together, I suppose we should at least know each other’s names. I’m Laura.”

“Jim,” I said.

Our beers in hand, we worked our way back out and sat on a log looking out over the marina.

“I love it here,” I said.

“When did you get in?” she asked.

“Oh, no. I live here year-around.”

“On you boat?”

“Yeah, it’s a lot quieter in t...

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The Club: an erotic romance. A couple rekindles their love at a lifestyle swingers club

‘Mildred’. She always hated that name. Thirty-four years ago, her mother named her that, despite her father’s protests. He thought it was too old and stuffy sounding, so he always called her Millie.

Who, Millie wondered, looks down at their cute baby and names it ‘Mildred’? It was a name only used when she was in trouble.

And now, Liam had called her that. It was their first fight in years.

Right after dinner, he said he had something he’d like to talk about, but, yikes, what did he expect her reaction to be?

“What?... Are you kidding me? A swinger’s club?

“Well, Millie, I thought we could, you know, give it a try.”

“I’m not good enough for you? Is that it?”

“No,no. Really. Thats not it. I love you. You know that. It’s just... it feels like we’ve drifted away from each other. We haven’t made love in months and...”

“I’m tired, you know that. I work long hours just like you.”

“I know. I know. But we’ve gotten into a rut. I mean every night in bed you’re on that damn cell phone, we hardly even touch.”

“Don’t blame me, you’re playing with you phone too.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do? Every time I reach for you, you tell me you’re too tired.”

“That’s because I am. I just want to relax before going to sleep.”

“Yeah, fine. But tired every friggin’ night?”

Millie frowned. “Well, you’re not exactly Mr. Romance either. The closest you come to kissing me is that little peck you give me when we head off to work.”

“Mill’s I don’t want to fight. I was just thinking maybe we could, you know, try something a little different.”

“But a swing club?”

“Well, Millie, I just thought It might spice things up to see other couples making love, and, maybe us too.”

“Liam, you mean, make love in the same room with other couples watching us?”

“Yeah. And we’d be watching them to. It might be...”

“No! No way.” She stood up.

“Mildred, I think you’re over-reacting. It was just a suggestion, I...”

“Don’t call me that. You know I hate it.” Millie stomped to the door leading out to their garden and slammed it shut. Liam knew better than to follow her. The garden was her place, her little sanctuary.

Frustrated, and maybe feeling a little guilty for upsetting her, Liam went off to bed.

Moonlight dancing on the koi pond usually calmed her, but not that night. The more she thought about Liam’s proposal, the angrier she got.

But later, laying beside him in bed, watching him sleep, Millie knew he loved her. They’d known each other since secondary school, went to the same university, marrying soon after graduation.

They’d always been faithful to each other. Their relationship was rock solid.

So what, she wondered, got him to thinking about such a thing?

Still, the sight of his bare, uncovered chest, his clean manly scent, and the warmth of his body, was doing its thing to her. She squeezed her legs together and wondered what it would be like to play with him in a room full of other people. What would it be like to watch other women admiring his body as he moved on top of her?

Millie rolled on her back, opened her legs and began moving her fingers over her moistening lips, caressing her hardening nib.

She imagined riding on top of Liam, a man watching her even while he mounted his woman. Moving up and down on Liam’s shaft and arching her back to put on a good show for her admirer.

The orgasm came fast and powerful. Millie cuddled down next to Liam and let sleep descend upon her as she wondered what it would be like to see Liam with another woman.

Sometimes Millie had to leave for work an hour earlier than Liam, so he was used to waking up to an empty house and fixing his own breakfast.

But today, toasted crumpets, two hard-boiled eggs, and a bowl of fruit were arranged on the table.

A note, slipped under the juice glass had one word... “maybe.”

Millie loved her job. The magazine’s readership was moving away from the printed version, so she was tasked with overseeing the company’s digital media division— writing and editing blog posts and other social media.

She had two stories to write, another from the news desk to edit, and research to do for next week’s lead. But today she found herself just staring at the computer monitor. She couldn’t let go of Liam’s suggestion.

Maybe I could write an exclusive for the magazine, she laughed to herself. Yeah... an in depth expose on London’s most horny couples and their swinger friends... of course she’d have to do a lot of in-the-field research. Millie laughed out loud.

“What so funny?” Her boss’s booming voice shook her back to reality.

“Oh, ah, it was... nothing, just nothing.”

“Kind of like what I’m seeing on that screen in front of you... nothing, just nothing,” he laughed. “We’ve got a lot to do today, get with it.”

“Yes, of course.” Millie did...

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