What A Good Neighbour Should Do

Taylor wipes the sweat off his brow, stepping back from the fixed shower with a satisfied grin. 'All good now,' he says to his hot neighbor Emma, who's eyeing him like he's the main course. She bats her lashes, murmuring thanks, when his gaze lands on that big inflatable mattress propped in the corner. 'What's with the air bed?' he asks, playing it cool. Emma smirks, her voice dropping low and teasing. 'I'm a massage therapist, work right here at home. That's my setup for Nuru sessions—slippery, skin-on-skin fun.' Taylor's eyebrows shoot up. 'Nuru? Sounds kinky. Spill.' She steps closer, her hips swaying just enough to hook him. 'Oh, it's all about total body contact. We slather on this thick, slick oil—makes everything glide like silk. And yeah, everybody's buck naked for it. No barriers, just pure, oiled-up heat.' His face flushes red, but damn if his eyes aren't glued to her curves. Emma doesn't miss a beat; she circles him like a predator toying with prey, her fingers brushing his arm. 'You fixed my shower like a champ. How about I repay you with a private Nuru? Bet it'll blow your mind.' He stammers a bit, all bashful charm, but nods—hook, line, and sinker. She leads him to the shower, stripping him down slow and deliberate under the steaming water, her hands soaping every inch until he's rock hard and begging. Then it's onto the mattress, bodies slick with oil, her pressing against him in ways that make his toes curl. She grinds and strokes, teasing him to the edge, before they tumble into wild, sensual sex—her riding him with that naughty gleam, oil everywhere, every thrust deep and demanding.