The summer heat clung to my skin like his hungry stares every time I sunbathed by the pool. You think I don’t notice, Mr. Neighbor? Your eyes linger a beat too long when I bend over to adjust my lounge chair, my lace thong peeking just enough to make your throat tighten. I’ve seen the way you “borrow” my laundry basket when I’m not looking… Naughty boy. Last night, I left a pair of silk panties soaked in my arousal on the patio table. A trap for your little fetish. You took the bait, didn’t you? I watched from the window as you pressed them to your face, inhaling my sweetness, your cock straining against your jeans. Pathetic. Delicious. Now here you are, knocking at my door at midnight, those stolen panties clutched in your trembling hand. “You dropped these,” you lie, voice shaky. I step closer, letting my robe slip open just enough to reveal my bare curves. “Keep them,” I purr, tracing your jaw. “But next time… ask.” Your breath hitches as I whisper what I’ll make you do for another pair..