I had seen her many times from my window in her tiny outfits, an apron nonchalantly thrown over her fit body. This one lazy summer afternoon, I noticed her in a tiny pair of cutoff jeans and a top that revealed her watermelon-like breasts.
She moved around her kitchen in the building across the street, clouds of flour floating around while she was trying to bake something.
I was squinting at her cute little tush moving chaotically between the counter and the cupboards, wondering what she was going to bake and, more importantly, how I was going to get myself a piece.
I have to admit that I’ve played with my pussy quite a few times thinking of her, as she often bakes almost naked in her kitchen with the blinds up.
I could feel a familiar warmth creeping up between my legs while I was wondering what it would be like to be with her, touch her soft skin, caress her long dark hair…
I wanted her to run her fingers over my lips and trace naughty circles around my nipples…
While I was daydreaming on my balcony, unabashedly staring at her, she suddenly waved me over.
Oh my goodness! She had seen me. Next thing I knew, she was shouting through her kitchen window: “Hey there neighbor! I’m baking a cherry pie… and I think I need some help!”
Barely able to speak, I just nodded, dumbfounded by the situation — talk about manifesting your desires instantly!
She shouted out her apartment number, so I put on the most revealing clothes I own— a translucent summer dress — and hurried across the street. When she opened the door, I realized she was even hotter up close.
I instantly imagined her lips on mine, her on top of me, sliding down my dress…
“Hello?” she waved again at me, laughing at me staring at her mesmerized.
We talked about how long we’ve lived in the neighborhood and what we do for a living, while I helped her get the cherries ready for the pie.
After the pie was in the oven, she offered me a freshly made mojito and we kept chatting, the time flying by seamlessly.
