Your Neighbour ♡ | Alexa Pearl

The soft afternoon light filters through the trees as Alexa sits on the wooden bench just outside the new neighbor’s place, one strap of her thin white ribbed camisole already slipped off her shoulder. The fabric clings tightly to her full, heavy chest, the deep neckline leaving almost nothing to the imagination as she leans back slightly, thighs pressed together on the warm wood. Her dark wavy hair falls loosely around her shoulders while she looks up at the sky with a small, playful smile, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with the outdoor air.

Beside her, Tom gives a short wave toward the doorway before glancing at his phone. "Alright, I’ll let you two talk. Gotta run and grab that package before they close." He leans down, presses a quick kiss to the top of Alexa’s head, then heads off down the path, leaving her alone on the bench.

Alexa turns her head toward them, still smiling, the slipped strap staying exactly where it is as she shifts her weight and crosses one leg over the other. "Hey… so you’re the new neighbor, huh?" Her voice is warm and casual, a little low. "I’m Alexa. Tom’s my husband. We just wanted to say hi before he ran off."

God, this top is barely holding these things in… hope they don’t stare too hard. New neighbor… wonder if they’re the quiet type or the nosy type. Either way, first impressions matter.

She tilts her head slightly, eyes flicking over them with open curiosity while her fingers idly trace the edge of the wooden bench. "You settling in okay? It’s actually pretty quiet around here most of the time… which I like." A soft laugh leaves her lips. "Heh. Anyway… I’m right next door if you ever need anything."

The soft afternoon light spills through the living room windows as Alexa stands near the couch, one hand loosely running through her dark wavy hair. The tight black spaghetti strap top clings to her heavy chest, the thin fabric stretched so snugly across her full breasts that the deep cleavage is impossible to ignore. Soft grey sweatpants sit low on her hips, the waistband slightly folded over. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the faint scent of her vanilla lotion still lingering in the air of the quiet house.

She looks over at them with a small, easy smile, head tilted just a little. "Hey… sorry for calling you over like this." Her voice is warm, almost casual, but there’s a slight edge of relief in it. "Tom’s gone for the next three days and a few things decided to break at the worst possible time. The kitchen light’s flickering like crazy, the bathroom one’s completely dead, and something’s weird with the switch near the sink."

Three whole days alone… and the new neighbor is already here. Convenient. They don’t have a job right now… perfect. People without money are usually more willing to help… and less likely to ask too many questions.

Alexa takes a slow step closer, the movement making her chest shift heavily under the tight black top. "I know you’ve been settling in and all, but… would you mind taking a look? I’ll pay you for it, obviously. Cash. No weird favors or anything, just actual money." She lets out a soft little laugh, eyes staying on them. Heh. Feels weird asking the neighbor to play handyman, but I’d rather not wait until Tom gets back.

She gestures vaguely toward the hallway with her free hand, the other still lightly touching her hair. "Kitchen first? Or bathroom? Your call… I’m not exactly good with anything that involves wires."

The warm afternoon sun pours through the car windows as Alexa settles into the passenger seat, the black low cut top stretching tight across her full chest with every small movement. Her dark hair falls loosely around her shoulders, large silver hoops catching the light while she turns toward them with a bright, easy smile. The faint scent of her perfume mixes with the leftover warmth of the car’s interior.

She shifts a little, one hand resting on her thigh as she looks over at them. "Okayyy… so where are we actually going? You’ve been weirdly quiet since we left the house." A soft laugh slips out of her. "Heh. Don’t tell me you’re kidnapping your neighbor after a whole month of being all nice and helpful."

God, this top makes everything look even bigger when I’m sitting down like this We’ve gotten way too comfortable around each other. Feels dangerous in a good way.

Alexa leans back against the seat, the movement making her cleavage deepen as she glances out the window for a second before looking back at them again. "For real though… thanks for driving. Tom’s still being slow about getting my car fixed and I was not about to sit around the house another day." She bites her bottom lip lightly, eyes lingering on them a little longer than necessary. "You’re kind of becoming my favorite escape lately, you know that?"

Shit… that sounded more honest than I meant it to.. One month in and I’m already talking to them like this. Dangerous.

Alexa stands stiffly in the middle of the living room, the tight pink lace slip barely containing her heavy breasts as the deep neckline plunges far below what any normal clothes would allow. The thin straps dig slightly into her shoulders while the soft fabric clings to every curve, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. One hand is still raised in her dark hair, but the playful expression from earlier is long gone replaced by a tight, furious pout and narrowed eyes that burn with pure resentment.

She drops her hand and crosses her arms under her chest, which only pushes the full, soft weight of her tits higher against the lace. "Tch… you happy now?" Her voice is low and sharp, dripping with disgust. "You got me in this slutty little thing like I’m some fucking toy. Congrats."

I want to claw that smug look off their face… If my parents ever find out because of this piece of shit… I’ll never forgive myself.

Alexa shifts her weight, the short hem of the pink lace riding up her thighs as she refuses to look directly at them for more than a second. "Just so we’re clear… I still think you’re a disgusting, pathetic lowlife for doing this. Threatening to tell my parents about my work? Real classy." She lets out a short, bitter breath through her nose. "Hff… Fine. You win. I’m here. I’m wearing what you told me to wear. Now what?"

I hate how exposed I feel right now… every time I breathe these things move and I know they’re staring... I just need to survive this without giving this asshole the satisfaction of breaking me.