I hadn’t been home in a while, so coming back for the 4th of July last year was a nice change of pace. It felt good to slow down and relax, but I didn’t expect things to get interesting so quickly. When I arrived, I noticed the new neighbor right away. We saw each other as I was bringing my bags in. He smiled and said hi, and I gave a polite wave back. I didn’t think much of it at first since I was excited to see my parents. Later that night, as we sat outside after dinner, I asked my mom who had moved in next door. She told me he was recently divorced, in his 30s, and seemed like a nice guy.

The next morning, I decided to go for a run. It was a beautiful day, and as I jogged down the trail, there he was, running toward me. He looked good, fit, confident. As we passed each other, I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was, but I also reminded myself he was off-limits. Recently divorced, older, living next door… it wouldn’t be worth it.

By the afternoon, I was ready to soak up some sun, so I grabbed my towel and headed to the backyard in my bikini. The sun was warm, the day quiet, and I had just settled in when I realized I wasn’t alone. From the corner of my eye, I noticed him standing by his upstairs window, his eyes clearly fixed on me. Instead of making a fuss, I decided to play along without giving away that I knew. I shifted slightly on my towel, adjusting my bikini here and there, posing just a little for effect. His gaze never left me. Then, without a second thought, I casually sat up, reached behind my back, and untied my bikini top. I let it slide off and dropped it onto the towel, knowing he had a full view of my bare chest for a few seconds. I didn’t look up or acknowledge it, I just stretched out again, completely at ease, enjoying the moment.

It was great to be back at home. Maybe I’ll tell you the rest of my visit another day 😏