💕 The Naughty Girl Next Door Fantasy 💕
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR FANTASY The afternoon heat shimmered, but nothing held the light quite like Ashley. Her name tasted like summer and sin. She was the golden-haired fantasy living just fifty feet away, a magnificent, ripe blonde in cutoff shorts and a tank top stretched taut over curves that defied gravity. I watched her through the blinds—a ritual I both cherished and cursed. Today, Ashley was washing her car, moving with a liquid grace that made the cheap fabric cling, soaking wet, to her skin. The sunlight turned the water droplets clinging to her chest into glittering jewels. God, those breasts. They were the main event, full and heavy, straining against the soaked white cotton. She bent low, her wet hair sweeping over her shoulder, and then she paused. Her eyes lifted, sharp and knowing, locking onto my window. My breath hitched. I hadn’t been subtle enough. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face—not embarrassed, but inviting. A direct challenge. She turned off the hose, peeling the wet tank top away from her skin just long enough to wring the fabric out. “Hey, neighbor,” her voice called, husky and warm. “Lost something?” I pushed off the wall, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Just my composure, Ashley.” She laughed, a low, throaty sound. She took a step closer to the property line. The thin material was almost transparent now, offering a stunning view of the shadowed cleavage beneath. The cold water only seemed to intensify the heat radiating off her. “It’s too hot out here for games,” she whispered, her eyes dark with intent. “Why don’t you come inside? I could use a hand cooling off.” I didn’t need asking twice. I vaulted the low hedge, closing the distance between us in two strides. The scent of coconut sunscreen and pure desire hit me immediately. I reached for her, my hands finding the curve of her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. “Ashley,” I muttered, my lips brushing her ear. “Shh,” she breathed, her powerful chest pressing into mine. “The fantasy just started.” Her hands slid up, cupping the back of my neck, pulling my mouth down fiercely. This wasn’t observation anymore. This was contact. Her wet skin was slick and responsive, and the promise of the girl next door was finally, breathtakingly, real.