Tim is drawn to his alluring neighbor, Cynthia, whose charm ignites a spark during a rainy evening chat. A seemingly innocent exchange quickly escalates into charged texts and an invitation for cuddling. Unaware that Cynthia is married, Tim steps into her home, anticipating passion but walking straight into a web of illicit desires and dangerous secrets not knowing who really Cynthia is.
True or false...no passion for a name was going to hold me accountable to this plot.
As her neighbour, I had known Cynthia for a while, and we were just that. Neighbours...until now. Albeit, that grace that was her body, one capable of rendering a man speechless made me wonder why a lady like her was all alone in a big house. And seeing I didn't want to take the glory of wanting to justify myself around her considering we had just been friends for some months now, I liked where this was heading.
I had told Cynthia about my interest in her, a thing I liked to remind her of, and while she did respond to it with a smile, I didn't think it would go any further. It could be that she liked that I was straight forward. I couldn't tell, but she wasn't the kind of lady that was captured by a guy's interest in her. She looked too big for that.
She said she could never hint the kind of guys she dated so as not to give off a clue for me to adjust myself to her preference, and I guess she was smart with that decision. But what happened next was something that neither of us foresaw.
Cynthia had returned from a trip a few days back, and while we hadn't really gotten to talk as such, she was telling me all about her journey now that she had the chance to when it began to rain.
It wasn't yet dark. The sky was surreal with clouds projecting visions of longing, the kind entrapping partners within the sheet till they made flames out from the haze of passion. She had told me about how cold she was, and I had dedicated myself and attention to seeing what I could do or say to keep her warm.
Suddenly, I yearned for her to be in my embrace. That would be a quicker remedy to rectify this drift, stirring our conversation in a different direction.
Tim: Still feeling cold?
I texted her out of concern, wishing for a way that mere words could do the trick, veiling her present worry. She was close by after all. I could literally see her house through my window. I could have offered the option of a cup of tea or something, but I held back, not wanting to use all my cards seeing I was having an interesting conversation with her.
Cynthia: Yeah.
Tim: I wish I could give you a hug.
Now, that felt a bit too direct. What happened to, I wish I could come over and make a cup of tea so we could have a friendly conversation? She didn't put forth that offer of an invitation. Besides, I shouldn't see this as being too direct, right? I mean, friends give friends hugs all the time.
Cynthia: I wish so too.
Her reply, albeit unexpected, as she would usually send a smiling emoji, made me smile and ease my warring mind.
Tim: This is my best weather. Have I ever told you that?
Cynthia: No. You haven't.
I began thinking of a solution, something I could tell her when my phone beeped.
Cynthia: I want to be cuddled.
I didn't care the manner in which it was presented, and I didn't care if she was flirting with me. I took it seriously, and wanted to gift her this form of affection she so instantly craved.
Tim: Really?
Cynthia: Yes.
Tim: I see. So, which do you prefer? Being cuddled from behind, or from the front?
Cynthia: From Behind.
Tim: You're sure it would warm you up enough?
Cynthia: Yes. Totally. I just need to feel the warmth of a body.
I loved the idea. Only I wish it was I who suggested it.
Tim: And are you sure you won't do any wicked moves to make my mind go wild?
This question stemmed from me picturing her butt, right at my dick, with nothing but pieces of fabrics between us seeing there would be a chance she may be wearing a tight short, or panties if she was that extreme, or worse, naked. I knew for a fact it would be a very long night for me just thinking about this.
Tim: Cuddling from behind offers a pose that is very tempting and irresistible.
Forget that I was trying to be chivalrous. I didn't expect myself to behave if the opportunity presented itself.
Cynthia replied with several laughing emojis.
Tim: You know it.
Cynthia: Yeah. A hundred percent.
Tim: Your bad is subtle. I like it.
She sent me a smiling emoji this time.
Immediately, she sent me a video. I clicked to download it, then I watched it.
A woman lay on her side in brown tights and a shirt, while her man, dressed in shorts and a shirt as well wrapped his arm around her from behind. Lightly, his hand caressed her hips and she wiggled and pushed her hips backwards till it closed the space between them. He alternated between caressing her body and sending his arm into her shirt till it definitely rested against her breasts.
This video entrapped me like a vision.
This was what she wanted, my mind did relay to me. And this was her way of telling me.
Tim: I am sorry, but if I'm to do that, there's no way I wouldn't touch your breasts and butt and everywhere else. Our sleep could turn to something really wild.
Cynthia: I am not saying you shouldn't touch. You can touch. However, my main priority is that I just want to be cuddled.
Tim: Okay. I know you're saying that's what you want.
Cynthia: Yeah.
Tim: But would you really let me cuddle you, though?
Cynthia: It's not a bad idea.
Tim: Meaning you would let me?
I asked that as if to be extremely sure. I mean, I knew Cynthia. She was one who was barely seen smiling around in the neighbourhood. If she did so, she did it out of the eyes of the public. In this case, the public being her neighbours.
Cynthia: Yeah. Just us cuddling and sleeping. That's it.
I nodded my head.
Tim: Okay. I like the idea.
Maybe, I would try other things to see if she permitted me a bit of free rein over her body. Other warming techniques so to speak.
Tim: Fine. Can I come to your place tonight?
And I knew that no angle of madness could better caress this tide.
Cynthia: Yes. I'd be pleased to have you.
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