I’ve been living at my apartment complex for about 5 years now, and new woman has just moved in next door. She seems nice enough, silently smiling and nodding when I meet her outside my door in passing. But recently I noticed faint moans through my bedroom wall late at night. I know she lives alone so I can only imagine she’s watching some naughty films. Which only fuel my curiosity and fantasies about her.

One night I hear a knock at my door and there she is in a coat and slippers. She apologizes for bothering me so late but she’s having trouble with her internet and asks if I am as well. I tell her it’s no problem at all but that I hadn’t noticed any problems. She asks if it would be possible if I could come over to see if there’s anything I could do to fix it. I tell her I definitely could, so I put my slippers on and head over to her apartment.

She leads me into her bedroom and tells me she was watching a movie when suddenly it went out and shows me the TV and where the modem is. I try a quick reset which doesn’t help so I pull out my phone to do some troubleshooting. She excuses herself from the room. I grab the remote from her nightstand and notice her drawer is ajar. I can see what I think is a vibrator inside and get a bit flushed but pretend I don’t see it.

As I’m still tinkering, she returns with two glasses of wine and asks if I’d care for a drink. She’s taken off her coat and I see she’s wearing a thin teddy and has no bra on. I bashfully decline but she insists, so I eventually accept. We clink glasses and I take a sip. “That’s good wine” She smirks and I follow her lead in having another big sip. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty more if you’re still thirsty.” She says with a wink.

As I’m messing with the modem, she sits on the bed. And like magic, the TV suddenly turns back on.

On screen, there’s a man laid on a couch as a woman is unbuckling his pants, kissing his abs.

“Oh looks like it’s working” I say, a bit embarrassed for glimpsing at her viewing choices.

“Thank you so much! Ah, it’s so annoying that it went out just as it was getting to the good part.”

My eyes dart around, and before I can take my leave, she asks if I would like to stay and watch with her. She opens the cabinet door beneath the nightstand drawer and pulls out another bottle of wine.

“Um… okay.” I’m not sure if this is a good idea. But so far my fantasies are becoming a reality.

I take a seat next to her on the bed when I notice I’m feeling a lot more tipsy than I should after only having a few sips of wine.

“You know, it’s so kind of you to help me out so late at night. Just make yourself comfortable here. Don’t worry, I’ll do the same.”