"Hello? Is there a problem?" I ask, after opening the door. I already knew it was a neighbour. I had watched from my bedroom window as she marched over from her house across the road.
"Yes, there is a problem." She places her hands on her hips and takes a large intake of breath. She is wearing a tight white vest and denim shorts. As she breathes in, her nipples poke through the cotton.
"Can I help?"
"You are watching me!" She exclaims. Blonde hair, blue eyes; I had never seen her so close up. She was older than I had imagined, probably around forty. But gorgeous.
"How do you know I am watching you?" I ask her, taking in her perfume and having another glimpse at her breasts.
"Because every time I look across at your house, I see you looking back at me."
"So, you admit, you are looking at me?" I ask.
"No. I … er."
"You had better come in. We don’t want to be seen arguing on the door step."
"Why would I want to come in?" she asks, stepping inside. "You might try something." I reach across her to close the door. There isn’t a lot of space. My arm brushes her breasts.
She comes at me like an express train. Her hands are around my neck pulling my head towards her. I open my mouth to take air as she thrusts her lips onto mine. Her breath tastes fresh as her tongue probes inside my mouth. She nibbles my lip. Then she bites it.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“You are a creep. You need taught a lesson.” She pushes me away.
“You seem very aggressive.”
“You don’t even know me! You have been watching me, you bastard."
I move back towards her and she sighs as I kiss her neck and nibble her ear. She is about to say something as I push my mouth back onto hers. My hands are on her hips. I let one meander up to her breasts, while she nibbles my bottom lip again.
Before we know what has hit us, her shorts are around her knees and my hand is between her legs.