I sat there in the big living room all by myself, my legs crossed on the wide leather couch, wearing nothing but that thin black lace bra and the matching panties. The bra was so sheer you could see right through it if the light hit just right, and my full breasts pushed hard against the cups, making the lace stretch.
My n*****s were already stiff little peaks, poking out like they were begging for attention, and every time I pictured Hunter and Kyle next door, they got even harder. I couldn’t help it.
For weeks I’d felt their eyes on me. Every single time I walked down the driveway to check the mailbox in those tiny shorts or that sundress that hugged my hips, Hunter would slow his truck and stare. His dark eyes would slide over my curves, lingering on my ass when I turned around. Kyle
