I recently visited my neighbors: a woman in her mid-30s and her 18-year-old daughter. She became a mother at a young age and, consequently, is no longer in a relationship.
We regularly visited each other's homes. I would feed their dog when they were out. One day, I walked into the living room unsuspectingly and saw my neighbor lying there.
I'm sorry, but it was such a beautiful sight that my body reacted immediately. I heard the click of a camera. It was my neighbor's daughter.
She said nothing, only that they forgot to tell me they were home early. "Mom was very tired, so she was lying on the sofa."
"Come upstairs with me," she ordered, putting on pantyhose. "Why should I do that?" I asked. With a satisfied grin, she said, "You don't want people to see this photo where you're staring at her, do you?" She looked at her phone and said, "You can clearly see that it excites you."
She gave me a pair of pantyhose, so I took off my pants and put them on. However, she told me to put them on in the bathroom. I did as she said and walked back in. She showed me that she had deleted the photo. I looked for my pants, but they were gone. Instead, there were shorts. I asked her about them. She looked at me with satisfaction and said, "Put them on and go home." If your wife sees you, you can always say that you were changing clothes and that we came home early, and you ran off. It will be true if she asks my mother..."
There I was, standing there
I put on my shoes and quickly ran downstairs...
The neighbor was sitting there, fully clothed again. She looked at me seriously and said, "You look sexy." "Sorry about my daughter," she said, looking at me with pity and restrained cheerfulness. I didn't know what to say and wanted to leave quickly. I was as red as a lobster with embarrassment.
To make matters worse, my wife was at home, sitting on the couch. When I walked in, she immediately burst out laughing.
"I think you could have dressed a little smarter," she said with a laugh. "And very casually, too." You always tell me to wear heels with pantyhose, yet you chose sneakers for yourself. I felt uncomfortable and didn't know how to react. She invited me to sit next to her. With a big grin still on her face, she asked, "So, tell me what happened?" I told her exactly what had happened. She laughed a few more times. I laughed a little, too, but it sounded more like a farmer with a toothache. "Taken in by a teenager," she said. "Really funny."
The neighbor girl did have to apologize later. I think my wife and the neighbor laughed about it a few more times.
I only had to try walking in heels a few times because she thought sneakers were completely unacceptable. Luckily, I was allowed to wear my own pants this time. 🤭🤭
I was taken aback when the bedroom door abruptly opened. It was my wife she has coming home much earlier from a weekend away...
She looked at me and said, "It's okay, fortunately, you're wearing heels now—fancy ones, at that! We already suspected as much. Happely, you no longer have to hide it."🥰❣️
Later, we went out to eat with the neighbors. It felt a bit awkward at first, but now it feels normal.❣️❣️❤️🔥
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