Her hands automatically move to cover herself. “Don’t you dare!” he scolds “You have a beautiful body and I want to look at you.” She relu...ctantly lowers her hands and allows him to look at her. “Now come over here and take off my shirt.” He says. She slowly steps over the dress, careful not to catch the heel of her shoes she is still wearing and walks over to the bed. When she gets to him she drops to her knees in front of him; her eyes nearly level with his. Slowly she brings her hands up. As she began to ride up and down we heard the stairs creaking and we briefly froze as we heard Charlie walk past our bedroom to the bathroom. The hall light was enough for him to have seen everything. We kept going and began whispering and giggling about the thought of him watching us. Hearing the bathroom door then the approaching footsteps I half expected my wife to stop and jump under the covers. She instead kept riding away. We waited to hear the stairs creaking with hearts racing, they. Greg had difficulty concentrating on his book. He couldn’t stop looking at his wife’s lovely legs, which she had folded under her on the sofa as she worked. He considered going over and starting to make love, but she looked so intent on finishing the sweater she was knitting that he didn’t want to disturb her. At least not yet. The phone rang. Abby was the closest to it so she answered it. ‘Hello,’ she said. ‘Is this the Atkinson residence?’ a smooth feminine voice Abby didn’t recognize. The rent was lower than the other apartments he was considering, but the agent warned him that the reason was that the building was cheaply built and had very thin walls. Dan wasn't bothered by that. He lived alone and thought he was pretty quiet. The neighbor who had done the knocking just now was the quintessential little old lady. He thought it ironic that of his two neighbors, she was the one who knocked the most often. Why didn't she just turn her hearing aid down? His other neighbor was a.