My neighbor، A married woman, a mother living with her two daughters and her husband.
Standing in front of the dark door, the cool metal of the handle presses into my palm. A simple white blouse, almost too big, slides off my shoulders, revealing a hint of skin. The tight, blue pants cling to every curve, almost suffocating me... or maybe that's just the anticipation.
Elizabeth leans against the door, a slight smirk playing on her lips. The afternoon light streams in, highlighting the swell of her chest and the curve of her hips. She knows she looks good. She wants to look good. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Husband and daughters are not at home at the moment.
"Oh my… I really shouldn't be doing this," I whisper, but a mischievous glint twinkles in my eyes. "But... what if he answers?"