We’re neighbours in the same condo complex. There is an almost-palpable attraction between us. The air practically ignites with the electricity between us.
I’m in the laundry room, putting my clothes in the dryer when you enter. I do not see you enter but my body begins to tingle, telling me you’re near. Heat pools between my legs at the sound of your hello. You put your laundry basket on the table in the middle of the room. I close the door on the dryer and start it. I turn around and return the greeting.
You approach me, moving stealthily like a panther stalking its prey. My first instinct is to run; this attraction between us is almost too intense for me to handle. Instead, I lean back against the dryer, as though I haven’t a care in the world.
You reach where I am standing and put one arm on either side of my body. You’re not even touching me yet my panties are growing damp and my heart is pounding in my chest. You reach out and run your index finger along my collarbone.
You ask if I’m all right as you slide your finger from my collarbone to the top of my chest. I tell you I’m fine as your finger traces the top of my tank top. My breath hitches as you lean forward and run your tongue over the top of my chest.
I tighten my grip on the dryer as you cup my breasts and slide your thumbs over the budded peaks of my nipples. You force your well-toned thigh between my legs and rub it against my sensitive mound.
You lower your mouth and take one of my nipples into your mouth and suckle me through my cotton tank top.