I watch him every day. It’s been my routine all summer. He works in his back garden with his top off. I can almost smell his sweat as he clears the paths and mows the grass. I’ve played the scene out in my head a thousand times. I walk downstairs and out into the garden. I wait until I reach the low hedge separating our gardens before I call out, “Good morning, Mr McCloskey.” I purposefully put on shorts and a top from la...

“There’s no one looking,” he urges. “Go on, do it. Do something really naughty.” His command makes her insides churn but also excites her beyond reason. So she does it. She’d felt so naughty when he suggested going to the store wearing only her underwear under her coat. She's a respectable mom and teacher. But now, she doesn't care about that. She lifts her coat and flashes him her white lace panties. He smirks and whispe...