π It started with a window… and ended with a secret we still keep. I had just moved into our quiet neighborhood in Ohio, USA — where people mow their lawns on Sundays and smile at each other from across the street. Everything looked “perfect”… until one night I caught my husband staring through our bedroom window, fixated. “What are you watching?” I whispered. He jumped. “Nothing… just checking the blinds.” But curiosity killed me faster than guilt. I pulled the curtain slightly… and there she was — our new neighbor, in her early 30s, brown curls, gym shorts… and no bra. I should’ve been angry. But instead, something inside me switched on. That night, instead of fighting… we ended up in bed, hotter than we’d been in months. My mind kept going back to her. And the next day? I saw her smiling at me from across the lawn — like she knew. ⸻ π The Night That Changed Everything Two weeks later, she knocked. “Your husband left his package in front of our door,” she smirked. “But I ...
I am 25 years old. I work and live alone in a rented flat. There is an uncle who is 60 years old. He moved into my neighborhood. He often tries to talk to me. He is very sweet. He also flirts with me. I like it.
One day, uncle came to my flat. He needed help. His phone was not working. While I fixed his phone, he stared at me. He stood very close to me. I felt the heat of his body. I saw his bulge. I got turned on.
When I finished fixing his phone, I offered him tea. He sat down. We drank tea together.
As we drank tea, uncle looked at me. His eyes never left mine. I felt his gaze on my skin. It sent shivers down my spine.
We talked for a while. We laughed and joked. But I felt a tension building. Uncle's flirting was not just friendly. It was seduction.
When it was time for uncle to leave, he got up. He walked over to me. He looked at me with desire. He reached out and touched my hair.
"Thank you for the tea," he whispered. "And for fixing my phone."
I smiled. I felt excited. "Anytime, uncle."
As he turned to leave, I saw his bulge again. This time, I didn't look away. I let my eyes linger.
Uncle turned back. He caught my gaze. We stared at each other. The air was thick with tension.
Then, without a word, uncle walked out. I was left breathless.
But I knew this was not the end. I had started something. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
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