As I knelt in the sun-soaked yard with my hands buried deep in the rich, dark soil, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Tending to the vibrant flowers and lush greenery was more than a hobby; it was a passion of mine. But the other day, the rhythmic sound of my shears snipping away at the hedges was interrupted by a not-so-distant sound of feminine laughter.

I looked up and saw Anna. The beautiful blonde lived two houses down from me and had moved in not long ago. That day she wore a short, flirty sundress, which clung to her body and accentuated her curves. She was chatting with her friends while standing on her patio with a glass of something refreshing in hand.

I tried to focus on my work, but every time I glanced her way, I felt a primal pull of attraction. She caught me looking once, and our eyes locked for a heartbeat. A playful smile flickered across her lips before she turned back to her pals. The moment was so brief, I almost wondered if I’d imagined that spark.

After a while, her friends left one by one, and soon it was just her standing outside, casting alternating looks at me and her not-so-impressive garden. I took a deep breath, wiping my brow with the back of my hand. I decided to take a chance. You 100 percent miss the shots you don’t take, right?

“Need any help with those flowers?” I called out, gesturing to her wilting petunias.

The sun cast a golden halo around her beautiful face as she answered, “Yeah, actually. They do seem a bit sad.”

I grinned and wandered over to inspect her blooms. She knelt beside me, and I assured her, “They’ll perk up in no time. They just need a little TLC.”

I judiciously trimmed the plants and let her know she’d been overwatering the poor things.

“If the soil is damp, you should wait before watering again,” I explained.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “I get it. Damp.”

Her tone was as flirty as her manner. The air was thick with the smell of flowers mixed with another heady scent. Perhaps it was her perfume, or maybe it was the chemistry brewing between us.

“You have quite the green thumb,” she said teasingly.

“Thanks,” I replied, trying to sound casual while my cock stiffened in my pants. “Gardening is like therapy for me. I love tending to nature.”

“I could use some tending,” she told me, tilting her head slightly and studying me with sparkling eyes.

“I’d be happy to lend a hand,” I said, trying to keep my tone light, though her words were heavy with unspoken promises. Feeling bold, I added, “Maybe we could grab a drink sometime?”

Anna’s sexy smile widened as she said, “How about I make you dinner tonight instead?” She paused a beat and purred, “I’d love to show you my appreciation.”

Her breathy suggestion sent shivers down my spine.

Under the soft glow of the setting sun, I realized this situation with my new neighbor could bloom into something beautiful if I dared to let it.

That night we shared a sumptuous dinner, making polite small talk in between bites. But I kept imagining myself kissing her, touching her and feeling her body pressed against mine. My cock was getting harder by the minute, and I knew I’d need to do something about it soon.

As we settled on her living room sofa with glasses of wine, I felt the sexual tension rising. My head was swimming, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t just because of the chardonnay.

Anna hesitated for a moment before leaning closer and asking, “Is it OK if I — ?”

I cut off her sentence by crushing my lips against hers. A rush of warmth spread through my body as I felt her respond. Our kiss deepened, giving me a pulse-quickening hint of what was next.

When we finally parted, I saw nothing but excitement shining in her eyes. My aching dick was straining against my fly. I resumed kissing Anna and let my hands explore her banging bod. Her cock-hardening whimpers told me she was just as turned on as me.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I urged her back against the couch cushions and pushed up her dress to get at her panties. I grabbed her lacy undies and yanked them off to get at her honeypot. I was rough and aggressive, and I could tell she liked it.

Anna spread her thighs invitingly, and I gazed upon her naked pussy for the first time. Her mound was covered with a neatly trimmed patch of blonde fuzz that was slightly darker than the hair on her head, but her pussy lips were smooth. I scooched down the couch and settled myself between her thighs.

My pretty neighbor sighed softly as I swiped my tongue up her slit for the very first time. I plastered my mouth to her snatch, feeling her slick juices coat my tongue. Her feminine perfume filled my senses as I lapped at her clit. Though I started slow, I didn’t have much patience and quickly increased my pace. Her nub hardened under my attention, and I lavished it with licks.

Anna was incredibly responsive. Her cries grew more intense, and her hips repeatedly jerked upward. Her ass was bouncing on the cushion as she thrust her pussy toward my face. She clearly wanted everything I was giving her — and then some.

Her thighs pressed so tightly against me, I could feel her muscles quivering. She was rapidly losing control, and I liked it. I didn’t let up, licking and lapping her until her climax hit. She shouted and shivered as her orgasm obliterated her senses. I continued what I was doing until she stopped shaking.

Anna released one long breath, and I gazed up at her. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her hair was mussed. I’d never seen her look so sexy.

“Now you,” she said breathlessly, sitting up and urging me backward.

Anna tore at my clothing, unfastening my belt and chinos to get at my dick. I was glad I hadn’t bothered with underwear. My cock eagerly sprang up in front of her face, and she let out a little laugh when it popped up before her lips. But then she focused all of her attention on my rod, looking as if she’d never seen such a delectable serving of man-meat.

Anna dipped her head and swirled her tongue around my crown. I hummed happily as she took my dickhead into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. The tight ring of her lips slid down my shaft until her face was fully buried in my crotch. My cock pulsed within the confines of her throat as she swallowed me whole, and I released a strangled moan.

I pumped my hips upward as Anna’s head bobbed in my lap. Her moans and slurps were a sexy symphony that added to my ecstasy. I rested my hands on her head, tangling my fingers in her hair. She relinquished control and let me use her mouth for my absolute pleasure. Her surrender lit a fire in me, and I fucked her face aggressively. Her groans vibrated against my shaft, pushing me closer to my limits. I would have loved to shoot my seed down her throat, but my desire to feel her wet pussy wrapped around my cock won out.

I pulled her head off my dick and told Anna to get on all fours on the rug. She didn’t waste a second, slipping off the couch and ripping off her dress.

My naughty neighbor was completely naked on her hands and knees. She arched her back and spread her thighs, presenting her perfect peach of an ass and her glistening slit. I knelt behind her and grabbed her curvy hips. My cock was still shiny with her spit, but I didn’t need the extra lube. Anna was already dripping with her own desire. I plunged my penis into her cunt in one rough shove.

“Oh, yeah. That’s the way I like it,” she hissed, shoving her ass back to meet me.

Our sweaty bodies smacked into each other repeatedly as I fucked her roughly and she reared backward. I hit bottom with each brutal stroke, and she gasped and groaned along with me.

Anna lowered her head to the carpet and braced herself with one shoulder to free up one of her hands. She reached between her thighs to rub her clit, while I continued to pound her pussy.

As Anna polished her pearl, I focused on taking what I needed from her snug snatch. As she rapidly raced toward the finish line, her cunt muscles clenched and released. She was milking me, just like she was milking the moment for her own satisfaction.

Anna’s blowjob had driven me to the edge of sanity, but fucking her cunt made me lose my goddamn mind. My brain went blank, and I followed my carnal instincts. My pleasure spiraled upward, suffusing my senses with ecstasy.

My explosive climax rocked me hard. I shouted out loud as my first massive pulse of cream shot into her. I let loose one wave after another as aftershocks rattled me from head to toe.

I was lost in my own joy when Anna’s cries rose in volume to match mine. Her hand was moving erratically between her thighs as she frantically stroked herself and triggered her own release. The orgasmic spasms of her cunt squeezed out the final drops of my load.

Gasping and laughing, we parted. I looked down and saw my jizz seeping from her well-used slit.

Anna rose and turned toward me. We were both kneeling on the rug as we embraced and kissed once more. Our tongued tangled as my moist cock was crushed between our bodies. She squirmed against me, and the pressure and sensation of her lush figure caused new waves of arousal within me.

I may have had a knack for plants, but Anna possessed a natural quality for growing erections. It wasn’t long before I was ready for a second round.

This time, Anna pushed me back onto the rug and impaled her sloppy cunt on my cock. I gazed up at her, enjoying the sight of a bold and beautiful woman taking everything she needed from me to feed her own lust.

Anna bounced herself to another climax. Her orgasmic expression — and her hot, sweet snatch — also brought me to my second peak.

At that moment, I silently vowed this wouldn’t be our only hookup. I planned to cultivate our relationship into a perennial one.