1. The Neiborliness of Andrea Williams


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    ticking of a wall mounted clock in the kitchen. She ran her fingers through her hair. What she was contemplating sent a quiver of excitement through her veins. She glanced through the glass door at her own house, and judged that nobody there would be awake for another half hour at the least. She set the coffee can down on a table and very stealthily walked in her bare feet to the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms. She paused at the foot of the stairs and looked up the carpeted staircase. The upstairs hallway was dark. She put her bare foot on the first step leading up. *** Slowly, soundlessly, Andrea took the stairs one careful step at a time. She was a predator feline stalking a prey. Half way up the staircase her bathrobe fell open in the front, revealing her well-toned thirty-four-year-old body. She closed the robe and pulled the sash tighter around her waist as she continued stealthily up the carpeted stairs. Gaining the second floor, Andrea looked to her right, which she knew was Michelle’s master bedroom. She has been there before on several occasions over the years when visiting her neighbor. She now looked to her left and saw three doors. Two of them were open. One was to a bathroom. Andrea moved silently past that door and peered into the room of the second opened door. What she saw told her that that had been Ashley’s room before she left for college. It reminded her of how Michelle had cried when Ashley left. But a cat on the prowl had no time for maudlin ...
    remembrances. She moved on. To the thid door. The closed door. Her hand carefully touched the knob. What if it’s locked? Boys often lock their bedroom doors, don’t they? You never know when your mother might decide to come in. The knob turned in her hand. Andrea took a deep breath. The predator was nervous. Wasn’t it the prey who was supposed to be the nervous one? Her heart racing, she slowly pushed the door inward, lifting up on the knob slightly to keep the weight of the door off the hinges and reduce the possibility of a squeak. With the door ajar just enough, Andrea slipped silently into the room. There was a good amount of morning light coming in through the window and she immediately saw what she has hoped to see on the bed. He was there. He was asleep, his breathing soft and regular. He could have been on a sleep over at a friend’s, but he wasn’t. He was here. And now, so was Andrea. She tiptoed into the middle of the teen’s bedroom, looking around carefully. Not a terribly un-kept room, she thought, considering it belonged to a seventeen-year-old boy. Standing five feet from his bed, she looked fondly at his tousled dark blond hair. Her instinct was to go run her fingers through that hair. But she remained standing where she was, and ran fingers through her own hair, instead. Surveying the bedroom again, she glanced out the window and saw her house across the way. In fact, she saw the window to her own bedroom quite clearly. She remembered seeing from her bedroom window the ...
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