Sarah’s suburban home was filled with the soothing hum of the washing machine as she folded her husband’s underwear. She couldn’t help but imagine her neighbor, Brad, wearing them. She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand.
As she meticulously folded each pair, her mind kept wandering back to Brad. His strong, toned body. The way he moved with such ease and confidence. She felt a growing ache between her legs and tried to ignore it, but it only grew stronger.
With a huff, Sarah decided to take a break and make herself a cup of coffee. As she waited for the coffee to brew, she stared out the window, watching Brad mow his lawn. She couldn’t help but imagine him mowing something else.
Her ache grew stronger, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She decided to take a shower, hoping the hot water would help her relax. As she stepped into the shower, she imagined Brad joining her. She started to touch herself, imagining his hands on her body.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, she heard a noise outside. Sarah quickly turned off the water and peeked out the window. She saw Brad standing on her porch, holding a package.
She quickly got dressed and opened the door. She could feel the desire coursing through her veins as Brad’s eyes traveled up and down her body. She felt a surge of desire.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” Sarah said, trying to play it cool.
Brad held up the package. “I was just dropping this off. It’s from your husband.”
Sarah took the package from Brad and thanked him. She couldn’t help but notice the way his hand lingered on hers.
“Would you like to come in for a drink?” Sarah asked, surprising even herself.
Brad hesitated, but Sarah insisted. She couldn’t help but feel like she was playing with fire.
As they sat in the living room, Sarah couldn’t help but stare at Brad’s crotch. She imagined what was hiding underneath his jeans.
She made a playful insult, teasing Brad about his “tiny” package. He laughed, but she could see the desire in his eyes.
Sarah stood up and walked over to Brad. She sat on his lap, straddling him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her.
Sarah leaned in and whispered in Brad’s ear, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She could feel him shiver.
Sarah started to unbutton Brad’s shirt, revealing his toned chest. She leaned down and started to kiss him, her hands exploring his body.
Brad stood up, lifting Sarah with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. They both knew what was about to happen.
As they fell onto the bed, Sarah couldn’t help but feel like she had finally scratched that itch. And it was even better than she had imagined.
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