Sinful Entanglement Of Forbidden Desires

Sophia could not sleep. The house felt strange and quiet so she got out of bed and walked to the window.  She only wanted to look at the night, but when she pulled the curtain back a little, stopped cold on her track.

Lucas stood naked in the middle of the pool. Water ran down his chest and stomach. One second Lucas was swimming slowly under the blue pool lights, and the next second he now stood still in the middle of the deep end, and looked straight at her window, like he already knew she was watching him.

She should have dropped the curtain. But she didn't.

Her fingers locked around the fabric, the dark bedroom felt too warm. He could not see her clearly, he only caught a glimpse of the faint outline of her body leaning against the glass window.

But it was enough for him to know that someone is standing there.

Lucas did not cover himself, neither did he turn away. He stayed right where he was, water dripping of him,he kept looking up like he had been waiting for her.

Sophia’s pulse slammed in her throat, her legs pressing together on their own.

He lifted one wet hand and pushed his hair back from his face. Slow and deliberate. Then his palm slid  down the center of his chest, over his stomach and lower. Not rushed. But just enough for her to follow every inch of the movement.

Heat rushed between her legs so fast it almost hurt. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop the sound rising in her throat. 

This was wrong. She had only moved into the house for just a few days, and was still dealing with a messy break up between her and her boyfriend that still hurt like hell. She didn't  need a naked stranger next yard making her body restless at midnight. Yet she couldn't bring herself to look away.

Lucas took two slow steps deeper into the water, never breaking eye contact with her window. His hand kept moving under the surface, then he brought out his cock, it was already thick and hard. He started stroking it slowly at first then faster. His head tipped back for half a second. His throat moved. When his gaze went to her window again, the kind that gives I know you're watching, and want you to keep on watching kind of vibes.

A soft sound left Sophia’s mouth before she could stop it. Her free hand curled into a fist against her thigh.  Every nerve in her stiffened. Every of her instincts screamed at her to step back into the dark and pretend that hadn't seen anything.

But she didn't move, she stood frozen at one spot, awestruck by this beautiful temptation that's before her.

He swam a few strokes toward the shallow end, until the water reached around his hips, then he stopped again and simply stood there. As if waiting, giving her time to decide.

Finally she forced her fingers to let go, the curtain swung shut. The room went darker, she pressed her back to the wall, breathing hard like she had been underwater for too long, her legs shaking.

A  few minutes later she heard the soft splash of him getting out of the pool. She heard the sound of wet footsteps on concrete. The quiet opening and shutting of a door, he had gone inside.

Sophia stayed against the wall until her legs stopped shaking. Then she went to the bed and sat down hard. Her sleep shorts stuck to her. She was already soaking wet.

She told herself she wouldn't touch herself, not because of a stranger who stroked his cock, while staring at her window. It took less than two minutes.

She shoved down her night short, spreading her legs  wide open,the first slow circle over her clit made her bite down on a moan. She rubbed herself in tight circles, she was already swollen from the dazzling desire of being fucked by  her new neighbor. She dipped lower sliding two fingers into her slick folds, pumping slowly while her other hand pinched her nipples hard enough to sting.  She closed her eyes, behind those closed eyes she pictured him; water running over his muscle, the thick length of his cock in his fist, the way he had looked straight at the place where she hid in the dark. 

She imagined those same hands spreading her open, his mouth on her, moving his tongue until she shook. Then the thick head of his cock pushing into her, stretching her until it hurt in the best way. She imagined him walking into her room right now, still wet from the pool, grabbing her hips and fucking her hard and deep until she came all over him, a moan escaped her lips.

“Fuck…Lucas”, she whispered as her orgasm hit, her thighs squeezed around her hand. Her body shook violently, her cunt pulsed around her fingers. Wetness covering her palm, she kept rubbing through it until she was too sensitive and gasping. When it finally eased, the ache between her legs was still there, deeper than before. 

She stared at the ceiling, breathing hard, and hated how much she already wanted more.

The morning light shone too bright.

Sophia dragged the last empty boxes to the curb. The street was quiet. Birds chirping. A lawnmower ran somewhere in a distant. Everything seemed pretty normal. She did not expect him to be outside.

Lucas stood by the low fence that separated their yards, hose in one hand, watering a strip of new grass. He wore only dark swim trunks. Water beaded on his shoulders and chest. His hair was still damp.

He looked up the second the boxes scraped against the ground.

For one long second neither of them spoke.

Then he smiled. Easy. Friendly. Like last night had never happened.

“Hey. You must be the new neighbor.”

Sophia wiped her palms on her jeans. Her heart already beating faster.

"Yeah by the way my name is Sophia."

“Lucas," he said, putting down the hose and walking closer to the fence. “Need a hand with those?”

"Umh no I've got it." Sophia said with a smile.

“You sure? Looks heavy.”

She glanced at the stack. Her arms already ached. 

“Okay. Thanks.”

He hopped over the fence like it was nothing and lifted two boxes at once. The muscles of his back and arms flexed under the morning sun. Sophia looked away fast, but not before she remembered how those arms looked last night while he stroked himself. She grabbed the last one herself, and followed him.

They walked to her front porch in silence. He set his boxes down carefully.

“Just move in?” he asked.

“Yeah three days ago.”

“From where?”

“The city.” She did not say more.

Lucas nodded once. His eyes stayed on her face a beat longer than they should. Like he was trying to remember something.

“If you need anything—tools, recommendations, extra hands. I’m right next door. I'm a single dad, so I’m home most evenings after seven.”

Single dad. The words landed differently now, she had watched him stroke himself under the moonlight, and had also came at the thought of him few hours ago.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He smiled again, smaller this time. “Good.”

Neither of them moved.

The air between them felt thicker than normal. Sophia’s pulse had begun racing fast for no good reason. She could still remember the way he had stood in the pool,his hand moving, his eyes locked on her window like he already knew what she would do when the curtain closed.

Lucas’s gaze dropped for half a second to her mouth, then came back up.

“Well. Welcome to the neighborhood, Sophia.”

“Thanks.” Sophia responded with a smile.

He jumped over the fence again and picked up the hose. She remained on the porch until he disappeared around the side of his house.

Only then did she go inside and shut the door.

The rest of the day went by slowly.

She unpacked three more boxes, made coffee she didn’t finish, tried to read but gave up after two pages. Every time she walked passed the upstairs hallway her stomach tightened.

By evening she had almost talked herself into believing it was nothing. He was just a neighbor. A single dad at that who just liked late swims. Last night could have been a trick of the light. Maybe he hadn’t really seen her at all.

She almost believed it.

Midnight eventually came anyway.

Sophia sat on the edge of her bed in the dark, barefooted on the floor, staring at the closed curtain. She told herself she would not look, that her dignity was worth more than shamelessly watching and getting wet for her new neighbor.

But her feet carried her to the window anyway. She shifted the curtain back one inch.

The pool lights glowed soft blue. Lucas stood at the edge, already naked, and already facing her window like he had been waiting for the exact second the fabric moved.

Their eyes met.

He stepped into the water without looking away. The blue light showed every hard line of his body. He swam two slow strokes, then stopped in the middle of the pool and stood, watching her,water tickling from his chest, down to his thick cock.

Sophia's breath left her in a rush, heat crawled between her legs so fast, she had to press her thighs together, but it only made the ache worse. She was already wet, her pussy throbbing, even without him stroking himself yet.

She could still have stepped back, closed the curtain and gone to bed, pretending the last twenty-four hours had never happened.Instead she stayed frozen,her heart pounded in her ears,her fingers tightened on the curtain until her knuckles turned white. Every part of her body screamed to move either back into the room or straight downstairs toward him.

She couldn't look away.

And for the first time, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.