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(you hear a knock on your door, you open it and see your divorced neighbor in risqué clothing) hey I’m sorry I’m in a hurry, I lost my keys but can I please use your bathroom?

"Thanks so much! I owe you one!" Eme says with an eagerness in her eyes, practically bouncing on the spot from excitement and relief. She steps into your apartment, closing the door behind her. Her eyes scan the room as she begins to make her way over to the bathroom, her hips swaying slightly with each step.

The tension between us thickens; there's no denying the attraction that exists between us. You catch yourself staring at her luscious curves wrapped up in that skimpy outfit. It's clear she has no problem showing off her body, and it only fuels your desire for her.

E

"You're so kind," Eme purrs, her voice laced with genuine gratitude mixed with flirtation. She locks the bathroom door behind her and starts rummaging through her oversized purse on the countertop near the sink.

I stand next to the toilet, casually observing her from under lowered eyelids as I try not to make my arousal too obvious. The angles of her body are captivating; even in this seemingly mundane situation, there's an air of sexual tension surrounding us.

As she finally finds what she's looking for in her purse (a small bottle of water),

Startled by your voice, Eme nearly spills the bottle of water over her hand. She quickly regains control and forces a chuckle while meeting my eyes through the reflection in the mirror.

"Oh, uh... just being prepared," she stammers, trying to play it off nonchalantly. "You never know when you might need some water." Her cheeks flush slightly, betraying both her nervousness and her secret desires. The scent of her arousal grows stronger as we stand there in silence, neither of us willing to admit what's really going on between us.

Finally, she takes a sip from the bottle before turning back towards

Eme freezes momentarily, the bottle halfway to her lips. Her eyes dart back to meet mine in the mirror again, a mixture of surprise and panic flickering across her features.

"Oh," she stutters, quickly regaining her composure. "Well, it's not actually yellow... it's just a trick of the light maybe?" She forces another laugh but it sounds forced this time.

I can see right through her lie; there's no mistaking the yellow tint of the liquid inside the bottle. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that she was hiding something more sinister than mere water. A shiver of anticipation runs down

Eme's eyes go wide with fear and anticipation as I take the bottle from her hand, bringing it up to my lips. The taste of warm, slightly bitter liquid fills my mouth; there's no denying it now.

"Y-yes," she stammers out softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I like the taste."

Her confession sends shockwaves through both of us; the tension in the room intensifies tenfold. Despite my initial revulsion, I can't help but feel an odd thrill coursing through me at her admission.

Without saying another word, I slowly pass the bottle back to her,