The new neighbor 3

The text from Kristen a few days later was both a shock and exactly what I had been subconsciously waiting for. It was a Wednesday afternoon. Kelly had taken the kids to a dentist appointment across town, and I was trying, and failing, to focus on some medical charts from home. My phone buzzed on the desk.

Hey! You guys left a beach towel here after the party. I just threw it in the wash for you. I can pop over and drop it off now if you’re around?

My heart hammered. It was such a normal, neighborly thing to do, yet coming from her, after the bathroom incident and the winky-face text, it felt loaded with unspoken meaning. Before I could overthink it, I typed back.

Yeah, I’m home. Door’s unlocked.

A few minutes later, I heard the soft click of the front door opening and closing. I walked out of my office and found her standing in the entryway, holding one of our brightly striped towels. She was wearing a pair of loose-fitting, light-wash jeans that hung perfectly on her hips and a simple, white V-neck blouse. Simple, except the V-neck plunged daringly low, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the top of her breasts.

“Delivery service,” she said with that easy, beautiful smile.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” I said, my voice sounding a little strained.

“It was no big deal,” she said, stepping closer to hand me the towel. Her fingers brushed against mine. “Josh is stuck in depositions all day.”

The air grew thick. “Kristen,” I started, my voice barely a whisper. “We can’t…”

“They’re not here right now, are they?” she countered, placing a hand flat on my chest. I was frozen. She took control, her fingers hooking into the collar of my t-shirt and slowly pulling it up and over my head. Her cool hands were on my bare shoulders as she leaned in, her lips parting. The moment we kissed, our hands began moving at a frenzied pace. Me unclasping her bra and pulling her shirt over her head and her reaching down to slide my shorts down. But before she could kneel down to start sucking my rock hard cock, the world came crashing down.

The low, rumbling groan of the garage door opening echoed through the house.

Panic, cold and absolute, seized both of us. Kristen’s eyes flew wide with terror. In her haste to back away, the folded towel tumbled from her grasp and landed in a heap on the arm of the living room couch. As I frantically pulled my t-shirt back on, Kristen moved with silent, desperate speed to slip back into her shirt with her bra still unclasped back to the front door. She slipped outside, pulling it shut with a barely audible click.

Not a second later, the door from the garage swung open. I quickly slipped my hard on up into my waistband.

“Hey, honey, I’m home!” Kelly called out, her arms full of grocery bags. “The dentist was super quick today. Can you give me a hand?”

“Yeah,” I managed to choke out, my mind reeling. “Coming.”

We spent the next few minutes bringing in the groceries. After everything was put away, Kelly sighed and plopped down on the couch. Her eyes immediately fell on the brightly striped towel.

“Oh, hey! I was wondering where this went,” she said, picking it up. She looked at me, a curious expression on her face. “Where did you find it?”

My blood ran cold. My mind raced, forming a lie on the spot. “Oh, uh, yeah,” I stammered, trying to sound casual. “I was cleaning out the car earlier, found it stuffed under a seat. It was a little musty, so I just tossed it in the wash with a load I was doing.”

The lie was perfect. It explained everything.

Kelly’s face broke into a warm smile. “Oh, that was sweet of you! Thanks, honey.” She folded it neatly and placed it on the coffee table without another thought, completely oblivious. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. I had lied, so easily, to her face.

Later that night, long after Kelly had fallen asleep beside me, my phone lit up on the nightstand. I grabbed it, my heart instantly starting to pound. It was a text from Kristen.

My heart is still racing from this afternoon.

I read the words, the memory of her hands on my skin flooding back. A second text came through before I could even think of a reply.

You know what’s crazy? Almost getting caught… I think that turned me on even more. We need a round 2. Soon.

I stared at the screen, the glowing words and a dangerous invitation. She wasn’t scared off by the close call; she was emboldened by it. And as much as I knew it was wrong, a powerful, reckless part of me felt the exact same way.

To be continued…