My Next Door Neighbor

After Joe came back with the salt, my wife arrived home from work shortly afterward. During dinner, feeling guilty, I avoided looking at Lesley entirely, worried that she might mention what had happened earlier.

"Phil, why are you sweating so much over dinner? Is the air conditioning too warm?" Joe noticed something was off and asked.

I quickly wiped my forehead, realizing it was indeed damp with sweat. "I must've gotten hot from cooking," I replied with a nervous smile. I accidentally caught Lesley's gaze—she was giving me a playful, knowing look, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease me. It turned out that she hadn't planned to reveal anything at all—she was just messing with me.

I had to find a way to pay her back for that.

And the opportunity came sooner than I expected. The next day, Joe and Lesley invited me to join them for a horror movie night. Tess mentioned she'd had a long day and just wanted to head to bed early, so she showered and went straight to the bedroom. That left just the three of us for the movie.

Initially, Joe sat in the middle, but within minutes, he decided the seat at the end was "more interesting" and swapped spots with Lesley.

As the horror scenes unfolded with eerie music and suspenseful moments, I found myself intensely focused on the screen, trying to anticipate the next scare. Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my leg, tracing soft circles. The hand felt softer than Tess's, almost like a baby's skin.

Startled, I glanced over at Lesley's beautiful side profile; she looked completely absorbed in the movie, her hand on my leg as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

As my gaze drifted down, I realized she was only wearing a loose nightdress, which highlighted her round bosom, and the dim light from the screen barely illuminated the contours of her figure.

She… wasn't wearing anything underneath.

My heart raced, and I felt a sudden dryness in my throat. I glanced at Joe, who seemed more focused than ever, his eyes glued to the screen without so much as a glance in my direction.

The heat in the room made me wear comfortable shorts, but now, with Lesley's hand sliding up my pants, I felt a wave of tension surge through me. There was a strange mix of apprehension and excitement in the air. I quickly caught hold of her hand before it could wander further.

What was Lesley trying to do?

Suddenly, Lesley looked at me, her eyes wide, and let out a startled gasp. Her hand quickly retreated from where it had been, almost as if it had burned her.