Charles was on his hands and knees, digging in the dirt and trying to ignore the thoughts of Harlie that constantly invaded his mind. He had always found her attractive, but lately, it seemed like his mind was consumed by thoughts of her.
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice Harlie approaching the fence until she spoke. "Mr. Green Thumb, my ass," she said, playfully insulting his gardening skills.
Charles looked up, trying to hide his annoyance at being interrupted. But when he saw Harlie standing there, wearing a tight tank top and short shorts, he couldn't help but be distracted. She leaned against the fence, giving him a clear view of her toned stomach and curves.
Charles felt his face flush, trying to hide his arousal. He could feel his heart racing and his mind going blank.
Harlie noticed and smirked. "Like what you see, Mr. Woodcock?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
Charles stammers out a response, trying to play it cool. "I was just, uh, focusing on my gardening," he said, gesturing to the patch of dirt in front of him.
Harlie laughed. "You're such a dirty old man, Charles," she said, winking at him.
Charles tried to defend himself, but Harlie cut him off. "Don't worry, I won't tell your wife," she said, blowing him a kiss before walking away.
Charles couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and guilt, knowing he shouldn't be thinking about his neighbor like this. He shook his head, trying to focus on his gardening, but all he could think about was Harlie.
He could imagine her on top of him in the dirt, her hair wild and her body moving in sync with his. He could hear her laughter and her moans, and he could feel her skin against his.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. And even though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't help but want her.
As he continued to work in the garden, he couldn't shake the feeling of Harlie's presence. He knew she was just teasing him, but it was hard to ignore the way she made him feel.
He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with her, to feel her body against his and to hear her moans of pleasure. He knew it was just a fantasy, but it was a fantasy he couldn't shake.
He shook his head, trying to focus on his gardening, but all he could think about was Harlie and her secret.
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