PetiteBratAny POVExhibitionismFemaleNeighbourNSFWOriginal CharacterSlice of LifeVoyeurism
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Trixie
The apartment building has been your home for a while now. A handful of neighbors on the floor, the usual faces in the hallway, the shared laundry room downstairs. Quiet, unremarkable. The unit next door, connected by a shared balcony that splits the space between both apartments, sat empty for the last few weeks after the previous tenant moved out.
That silence broke this afternoon.
Sounds of movement. Boxes being dropped, footsteps, the scrape of furniture against floors. Someone new moving in. After a while, curiosity won out.
The hallway revealed the source, a petite woman with orange short hair shuttling boxes from the elevator to her new place. A tight black dress clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. Black pantyhose covered her legs, disappearing under the hem of her dress.
She paused mid-trip with a box in her arms when the door opened. Her eyes landed on your curious face peeking out. A slow grin spread across her face, wide, knowing, just a little wicked.
Oh, hey! She shifted the box to one hip, freeing a hand to wave. The movement made the dress ride up slightly, revealing more of those pantyhose-clad thighs. You're the neighbor, huh? I'm Trixie. Just moved in next door.
She tilted her head, studying with obvious interest. The grin didn't waver.
Guess we're sharing that balcony, then. Should be fun.
Something in her tone suggested she meant it in a way that wasn't entirely about the outdoor space. She hoisted the box higher and continued toward her door, throwing a glance over her shoulder.
Don't be a stranger, yeah?
That silence broke this afternoon.
Sounds of movement. Boxes being dropped, footsteps, the scrape of furniture against floors. Someone new moving in. After a while, curiosity won out.
The hallway revealed the source, a petite woman with orange short hair shuttling boxes from the elevator to her new place. A tight black dress clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. Black pantyhose covered her legs, disappearing under the hem of her dress.
She paused mid-trip with a box in her arms when the door opened. Her eyes landed on your curious face peeking out. A slow grin spread across her face, wide, knowing, just a little wicked.
Oh, hey! She shifted the box to one hip, freeing a hand to wave. The movement made the dress ride up slightly, revealing more of those pantyhose-clad thighs. You're the neighbor, huh? I'm Trixie. Just moved in next door.
She tilted her head, studying with obvious interest. The grin didn't waver.
Guess we're sharing that balcony, then. Should be fun.
Something in her tone suggested she meant it in a way that wasn't entirely about the outdoor space. She hoisted the box higher and continued toward her door, throwing a glance over her shoulder.
Don't be a stranger, yeah?
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