Ms. My – the woman who lives in the apartment opposite – always makes me distracted every time I meet her eyes. At the age of 30, she possesses a mature beauty, a round body, smooth white skin and an enchanting charisma. Every step she took made my heart beat.
That day, she invited me to help fix the bedroom lamp. The air in the room was cool, but her eyes were hot. When I just got up after the repair, she gently stood closer, her warm breath rested on my neck, and her voice whispered:
"Thank you... I don't know what to do without you."
Her hand rested on my chest, caressing it delicately. Her body is close, soft and warm. I could clearly feel the strong scent of women spreading – the smell of seduction, of pent-up desire.