Fence-Line Temptation

The sun hung heavy in the August sky, turning the backyard into a shimmering oven. Florence Totten stood barefoot in the grass, the hem of her thin yellow sundress clinging to her thighs from the heat. At twenty-eight she still had the soft curves that had once driven Jay wild, full breasts that strained against the cotton fabric and wide hips that swayed when she walked. Lately those curves felt like an afterthought in her own house. She plucked a few dead leaves from the hydrangeas along the fence, telling herself it was productive. Really she was just avoiding the silence inside.

Jay was in the kitchen again, probably staring at his laptop, headphones on, lost in another spreadsheet. Their sex life had slowed to a polite trickle months ago. A quick kiss on the forehead, a mumbled goodnight. Florence told herself it was normal. Marriage matured. But the ache between her legs on hot afternoons like this one had grown sharper, harder to ignore.

A large moving truck rumbled into the driveway next door. Florence straightened, curious. The realtor had mentioned a single man was taking the Keysers’ old place, but she hadn’t expected this. The driver’s door opened and a towering Black man stepped out. He had to be six-four, maybe more. His dark skin glistened under the brutal sun. He wore nothing but loose gray basketball shorts that hung low on his narrow hips, revealing the deep cuts of his abs and the powerful swell of his chest and shoulders. Ex-athlete, she thought instantly. Everything about him looked carved from stone and wrapped in smooth obsidian.

He rolled his massive shoulders once, then reached into the truck bed and lifted a stack of boxes like they weighed nothing. The muscles in his back flexed and rolled. A faint sheen of sweat already traced down the deep groove of his spine. Florence’s mouth went dry. She knew she should look away, go inside, do anything except stand there staring at her new neighbor’s body like a starving woman. But her feet stayed planted in the grass.

Darious Cee felt her eyes before he saw her. He set the boxes down and turned toward the shared fence. A slow, confident smile spread across his face. His gaze traveled openly from her bare legs up to the swell of her breasts, then finally to her face. Florence felt that look like a physical touch.

“Afternoon,” he called, voice deep enough to vibrate in her chest. He wiped his hands on his shorts and strolled to the fence line. Up close he was even more overwhelming. A light scar crossed one eyebrow. His arms looked thick enough to bench-press a car. “You must be the welcome committee.”

Florence laughed, a nervous sound that embarrassed her. “Something like that. I’m Florence. Florence Totten. This is my husband Jay’s house. We’ve been here about four years.”

“Darious Cee.” He extended one large hand over the wooden slats. When she took it, his palm swallowed hers completely. His grip was firm, warm, lingering half a second longer than polite. “Just moved down from the city. Personal trainer. Figured the suburbs might be quieter. Looks like I was wrong about the scenery though.”

His eyes dropped pointedly to the way her sundress clung to her damp skin. Florence felt heat rush up her neck that had nothing to do with the sun. She pulled her hand back but didn’t step away. “Trainer, huh? That explains the... commitment to cardio.” She gestured vaguely at his bare torso and immediately regretted how flustered she sounded.

Darious chuckled, low and rich. “Cardio’s important. Endurance. Stamina. Gotta keep the heart rate up.” He leaned one thick forearm on the top of the fence. The position made the muscles in his shoulder bunch impressively. “You look like you take care of yourself too. That dress ain’t hiding much, is it?”

Florence’s breath caught. No one had spoken to her like that in years. Jay’s compliments were always safe, generic. This man looked at her like he already knew what she tasted like. She should have been offended. Instead she felt a sharp throb between her legs.

“It’s just a sundress,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Too hot for anything else today.”

“I can see that.” His gaze lingered on her nipples, which had tightened visibly against the thin fabric. “Hotter than I expected already, and I just got here.”

From the kitchen window twenty feet away, Jay Totten paused with a glass of iced tea halfway to his lips. He had come to refill his drink and noticed the moving truck. Now he watched his wife talking to the new neighbor. The man was huge. Shirtless. Jay’s stomach did an odd little flip when he saw how close Florence was standing to the fence, the way she kept touching her hair. He told himself it was nothing. Florence was friendly. That was all.

But he didn’t go back to his laptop. He stayed at the window.

Florence felt eyes on her but assumed it was just the heat making her skin prickle. She couldn’t stop looking at Darious’s mouth. His lips were full, sculpted. When he smiled the expression had an edge to it, like he was already imagining bending her over the fence.

“So what does your husband do?” Darious asked. The question should have been innocent. The way he said it made it clear he didn’t particularly care.

“He works in finance. From home mostly.” Florence shrugged. “Keeps him busy.”

“Busy enough he leaves a pretty thing like you out here alone in a dress that short?” Darious’s voice dropped. “Seems like a waste.”

Florence’s pulse hammered in her throat. She knew she should shut this down. Tell him she was happily married. Go inside. Instead she heard herself say, “Maybe I like being outside.”

“Yeah?” He shifted closer. The fence only came to his chest. On her side it reached her shoulders. “You look like a woman who hasn’t been properly appreciated in a while. That true, Florence?”

The sound of her name in that deep voice did something dangerous to her insides. She glanced toward the house but the kitchen window was behind her now. She couldn’t see Jay. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you haven’t stopped looking at my chest since I walked over here.” His smile widened. “And I know your breathing changed when I said your name. Little things. I pay attention to bodies, remember? It’s my job.”

Florence swallowed hard. Her pussy felt swollen, slick. The crotch of her panties was already damp and she had barely touched the man. This was insane. She was married. This was the middle of the afternoon in their quiet neighborhood.

Darious glanced toward her house, then back to her. “Your man watching us right now?”

“I... I don’t think so.” But the possibility sent another illicit jolt through her.

“Good.” He leaned farther over the fence. “Because I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the second I saw you standing there in that little yellow dress.”

Before she could respond he cupped the back of her neck with one massive hand and pulled her forward. The fence pressed into her breasts as his mouth claimed hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle. His lips were firm, demanding. His tongue swept into her mouth like he already owned it. Florence moaned before she could stop herself. The sound disappeared between them.

His other hand reached down, sliding over the fence and straight under the hem of her sundress. Rough fingers traced up her smooth thigh until they met the soaked cotton of her panties. He growled against her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he muttered, voice vibrating through her. “This pussy been neglected, hasn’t it?”

Florence tried to answer but he kissed her again, harder. Two thick fingers pushed her panties aside and slid along her slick folds. When he found her clit and circled it with surprising precision she jerked against the fence, a helpless whimper escaping her throat.

Inside the kitchen, Jay’s glass slipped from his fingers and clattered into the sink. He stared, frozen. His wife was kissing the new neighbor. Not just kissing. The man’s arm was moving rhythmically under her dress. Florence’s hips were rolling in tiny desperate circles. Jay’s face burned. His cock twitched traitorously in his shorts. He told himself to look away. His feet didn’t move.

Darious broke the kiss just enough to speak against her lips. “That’s it. Grind on my fingers like a good girl. You feel how thick they are? Bet your husband’s dick never stretched you the way you need.”

Florence’s head spun. This was wrong. So wrong. But the pressure of his fingers was perfect, relentless. He pushed one long finger inside her and she gasped, rising onto her toes. Her hands gripped the top of the fence so hard the wood bit into her palms.

“So tight,” Darious groaned. “This married white pussy gripping me like it’s starving. You gonna come for me already, Florence? First day I move in and you’re creaming on my hand like a little slut?”

The filthy words should have shocked her. Instead they pushed her closer to the edge. She could hear how wet she was, the soft obscene sounds of his finger sliding in and out of her. Her clit throbbed against the heel of his hand. The hot sun beat down on her back while this stranger finger-fucked her over their shared fence.

“Please,” she whispered, the word tumbling out before she could stop it.

“Please what?” His voice was commanding now. “Tell me what you need.”

“Make me come.” The admission burned her tongue but the truth of it flooded her pussy with fresh slickness. “God, I need it. I need it so bad.”

Darious added a second finger. The stretch was delicious. He curled them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb worked her clit in tight circles. “Then come on my fingers, white girl. Let your husband watch what a real man can do to his wife.”

Florence’s eyes flew open. She hadn’t realized Jay could see. But the thought didn’t stop her. If anything it sharpened the pleasure into something darker, more intense. Her thighs began to shake. The orgasm crashed over her without warning. She bit her lip hard to keep from screaming as her pussy clenched rhythmically around Darious’s invading fingers. Hot waves of pleasure rolled through her belly and down her legs. She felt herself gush against his hand, soaking his palm and her own thighs.

Darious kept stroking her through it, murmuring filthy praise against her ear. “That’s my good girl. Look at you. Coming so hard for the neighbor you just met. This pussy knows who it belongs to now.”

When the spasms finally eased he withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean right in front of her, eyes locked on hers the entire time. Florence’s knees nearly buckled.

He smiled that dangerous smile again. “I’m having a little barbecue tonight. Nothing fancy. Few steaks, some drinks. Come by around eight. Bring your husband if you want. Or don’t. Either way, that sundress stays on until I take it off you myself.”

Florence stood there panting, her panties ruined, her lips swollen from his kiss. Guilt crashed in immediately, but beneath it something else stirred. Something awake. Something hungry.

Darious picked up his boxes like nothing had happened. “See you tonight, Florence.” He paused, then added with quiet authority, “And lose the panties before you come over. That’s not a request.”

He walked back toward his house without waiting for an answer. Florence touched her lips, still tasting him. Her thighs were sticky. Her mind raced with shame and raw need in equal measure.

She turned toward the house and saw Jay standing at the kitchen window, staring at her. Their eyes met across the yard. For a long moment neither of them moved. Then Florence smoothed her sundress down with trembling hands and started walking inside, each step reminding her of the wetness between her legs and the commanding look in Darious Cee’s eyes when he told her exactly how the night would begin.

The fence between their properties had never felt so flimsy. Or so meaningless.