The Neighbor Lady
2003-12-07
My mom, sister and myself lived in the apartment upstairs. Some nights I would hear Michelle downstairs with her on again off again boyfriend, or when the kids spent the night at their grandparents (which they did at least twice a month) some guy that had brought her home from the bar. Many a night I dirtied a tube sock pretending I was the man making her moan and yell like that. Here she was standing in front of me like in the wettest of my wet dreams. She had the tan lines that perfectly accentuated her breasts and barely trimmed bush (mind you this was 18 years ago). She turned around and went straight into the bathroom adn shut the door. I stood there petrified. Would she tell my mom, what should I do? I should just turn around now shut the door behind me and apologize later. But here was the opportunity that I had always dreamed about. I shut the door behind me hoping that none of the other neighbors heard the scream and went and sat down on the couch. I told myself that someone as obviously sexual and horny as Michelle might at least consider what I was to propose. She came out of the bathroom with a fluffy pink robe on that looked so feminine it almost was as arousing as seeing her nude. She said that I had given her quite a start there. I apologized and said I hadn't realized she had been in the shower. She fidgeted as she stood there across the room from me. I told her that I hope she wasn't mad at me and that I wouldn't tell anyone what had happened.