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The morning was cozy, rain tapping gently on the window pane as I lay snug in bed. No rush for me, luckily, since I work from home. My office hours don't kick in until after 10, so I relish a few more moments of peaceful sleep.
Then, there's this ruckus from the neighboring house. Initially, I thought it was some argument, but nah, it's something else entirely. It's passionate lovemaking, and boy, it's intense! It jolts me awake from my drowsiness.
The noise escalates, becoming more urgent, and I can feel my own body responding. I try to resist, but it's futile. The sounds of pleasure fill the air, and I can't help but picture what's happening next door.
Madhvi, the gorgeous housewife from next door, is moaning with delight, encouraging her lover to go harder, deeper. My own desires flare up, and I can't resist the temptation to sneak a peek.
Madhvi, in her mid-thirties, was a knockout, a woman whose curves could leave any guy weak-kneed.
As the sounds of their passion died down, I couldn't help but grin. I knew Madhvi had a thing for me, but I'm loyal to my girlfriend. Still, a bit of voyeurism never hurt, and letting my mind wander was kinda thrilling.
As I lay there, thoughts swirled in my mind. How could her husband possibly fulfill her? He's older, out of shape, not exactly the poster boy for desire. And with him jetting off for business all the time, Madhvi's left alone, craving something more.
The more I pondered Madhvi, the more I craved her. Lying in bed, I imagined exploring every part of her, savoring her lips, feeling her curves against mine. I knew it wasn't right to entertain such thoughts while committed to my girlfriend, but I couldn't resist.
After this steamy morning with Madhvi, everything changed. Couldn't shake off thoughts of her beauty and the fiery passion she brought to the bedroom.
I was lying in bed, half-asleep, when I heard a soft knock at the door. My heart raced – who could be there at 9 a.m.? Slowly, I got up, thinking it might be the milk guy or the cleaning lady.
When I opened the door, boom! It was Madhvi, looking like a dream. Couldn't believe my luck. Still hearing her moans in my head, I felt like the luckiest guy ever.
She smiled and asked, "Sam, have any milk for a coffee".
My heart sank – I forgot to order some. But I couldn't let her down, could I? No fucking way!
"Sorry, Madhvi, no milk right now. But come on in, have a seat. I'll freshen up and whip us up some coffee. The milk guy usually swings by now, so we'll have a cup together soon."
Madhvi grinned, pleased with my offer, and strolled into the living room.
I dashed to the bathroom, tidied up, fixed my hair, and changed into a clean shirt. Then, off to the kitchen to brew us some coffee.
Madhvi and I were good neighbors, been on the same floor for about a year now. We didn't know each other too well, but we always said hi in the hallway and shared that building bond.
I'd been in my flat for three years, so I knew the area pretty well. When Madhvi and her hubby moved in last year, they were still getting their bearings. But I was happy to help out a neighbor in need.
Whenever Madhvi and her hubby needed tips on local eats or where to snag the best deals, they knew I'd hook them up. Been in the city forever, picked up all its quirks and secret spots.
While the coffee brewed, I couldn't help sneaking glances at Madhvi.
There she was, perched elegantly on my couch, lost in thought by the window. Couldn't believe she was actually here, in my place, and this warm feeling spread through me.
Sure, Madhvi was always a friendly neighbor, but romance never crossed my mind. Until this morning, when those sounds from her apartment stirred something in me.
As I watched her from the kitchen, I couldn't shake off the image in my mind.
Madhvi was starting to look different to me – not just a friendly neighbor, but someone desirable. It was a whole new feeling for me, something I wasn't quite sure how to deal with.
Finally, the coffee was done, so I poured it into two mugs. Walking back to the living room, I handed one to Madhvi, who smiled gratefully and took a sip.
I couldn't help but think this was one of the best mornings ever.
While we enjoyed our coffee, I heard the familiar sound of the milkman's van outside. Rushing to the door, I grabbed the milk and thanked him.
Bringing it back, I offered some to Madhvi, who accepted with a smile.
She finished her coffee and got up to leave, giving me a cute smile as she headed for the door. "Thanks for the coffee, Sam," she said, her eyes sparkling. "I had a wonderful time."
"Thanks for the wake-up call! Almost missed the office," I joked, though my voice softened. "Hope we can do this again sometime."
Madhvi beamed, nodding. "That sounds great, Sam. I'd love to come back."
Watching Madhvi head for the door, I couldn't help but admire her beauty. There was this urge to hold her close and make her lose control with desire.
But I controlled myself!
With a sigh, I glanced at the time – almost 10 o'clock, time for work.
"Fuck!", I said rushing to my home office with coffee in hand, I fired up the laptop for the team meeting.
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