The temptation of the neighbor

It was a hot summer evening when I noticed my neighbor for the first time. Her name was Lena and she lived in the apartment across the street. The light from her windows was muffled and the sweet smell of freshly baked bread came to me through the open windows. I could often see her when she came home after a long day of work, her blonde hair blowing in the gentle breeze as she stuck the key in the door. But there was something different about this evening. I was sitting on my balcony with my feet up when I saw her in her white summer dress. She was on the phone with a friend, her laugh was bright and inviting. She suddenly turned to me and our eyes met. A brief, electrifying feeling swept through me. I could feel my heart beating faster. Lena waved at me and I felt my cheeks get hot. I knew I wanted to know more about them. As I tried to immerse myself in the illusion of a random conversation, there was a knock on my door. I opened it and there she stood, wearing her summer dress that perfectly caressed her figure. “Hey, I thought I'd come over to share some cookies,” she said with a seductive smile. I invited them over and we sat down on the couch. The atmosphere was tense, there was no denying the tingling between us. As we talked, I felt our knees touch. Her eyes sparkled, and I couldn't help but think she wanted more than just a simple neighborhood conversation. I leaned closer to her, and in that moment I held my breath. She looked at my lips and I knew we were going to cross the line. The room filled with sweet tension, and I dared to put my hand on her thigh. Her breath stopped and I felt her leaning closer to me. It was the moment when everything would change. Her eyes were glowing with desire, and I knew we couldn't go back...