The Neighbor with the Nylons

The door opens just a crack, but that one glance is enough. There she stands, leaning forward slightly, a smile on her lips, while her fingers grip the door frame. "Ah, it's you," she says in a husky voice, and her gaze slowly travels from your eyes down to the package in your hand. The silky stockings that cling tightly to her legs gleam in the hallway light as she takes a step back and invites you in. "Come on in, I've been meaning to ask if you could help me with something anyway." The door closes behind you, and suddenly the air between you is so thick you can almost taste her scent. She leans against the wall, the stockings rubbing softly against each other as she crosses her legs.