Jake's pov
When I moved here I didn't expect to be back to my 13 year old self crushing on the girl that lives next door but Shelly could catch anyone's attention with the way she looked. She was tall, her short hair framed her face perfectly, her eyes were light brown and looked like golden in the sun, her rosy lips were meant to be kissed.
I can sometimes see her watching me from her windows sometimes. She's not very discreet but I don't mind. Sometimes when I work in my garage on weekends I would purposely take off my shirt. I know this sounds stupid but I wanted her to watch and I liked the fact that she shamelessly does.
I sometimes do it too when she's in her backyard playing with her puppy, swimming in the pool or just sun sunbathing. Shelly looked beautiful doing everything.
Coming home from work I was headed to the balcony with a cold bear when I noticed her in her backyard. I wanted to walk back inside when I realized what she was doing but I just couldn't and it has already been 2 weeks since I saw Shelly in her backyard but I was still trying to control my impatience as thoughts of her kept going around my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about how soft her skin looked in the sunlight, her gaze defying mine. I thought about her firm breasts, her thighs, her curious hands roaming over her exposed and heated flesh and I also thought how beautiful she looked reaching climax in such a forbidden way. The more I thought about it the more frustrated I got. I couldn't understand why she did what she did and why I did the same. I felt guilty for being so noisy.
Another week had passed, but I wasn't doing any better. The guilt had lessened but the incident kept coming back to my mind. But I was also thinking of her husband, Max. I ran into him a few times during my morning walks. He wasn't very pleasant and hardly responded when I greeted him. Maybe because I once saw him with another woman in his backyard one night when Shelly was away. I didn't pay any mind to it, I had no right to interfere in their relationship like that. But since what happened the other day I was no longer sure.
I tried to tell myself to let it go, that it was just one off but every time I closed my eyes I could see her in that backyard, her hands working between her legs and the look in her eyes. It was a constant back and forth, and it was driving me insane. Days went by and I was seriously getting sick of it. When was the last time I had sex? Maybe that was the problem. But fucking another didn't erase the image of Shelly's face as she reached her climax. I was stuck daydreaming about another man's wife.
It was a Sunday afternoon and I was in my garage working on my bike. It was a hot summer day. I wanted to go inside and enjoy the AC but I still had work to do so I just took off my shirt and sat on my chair to enjoy a nice cold beer. As I took this moment of rest my mind was starting to wander again. I just felt tired and frustrated and the hot afternoon wasn't helping. I was seriously thinking about going inside when I heard a noise behind the fence. Putting my beer on the garage floor I walked over to see what was going on. There was a puppy in the pool and it was drowning. I was contemplating jumping over the fence and saving it when I saw her run toward the pool and jump in.
When she stepped out, the animal was now safe in her arms. Her hair was dripping with water dripping down her nose and chin, her shirt was clinging to her body. I stood like that for a few seconds before she walked to the chair and started to dry the puppy. My eyes were now lingering on her body and my mind quickly became a mess of thoughts. I felt conflicted. She was married and even if her husband wasn't the best, I shouldn't be staring like this.
I was about to go sit back down when she noticed me. I now had a full view of her soaked body. I was caught once again. There's something about this woman that disconnects my brain to my body. I'm sure she thinks I'm a creep now.
