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I had all the time known that my neighbor was hot. After all, how could I have missed the bulge of muscles that rippled beneath his tight t-shirts or the hint of stubble on his chiseled jawline? But it wasn’t until one hot summer day that I realized just how much I wanted him.

It had been a particularly grueling day, with the sun beating down mercilessly and the air so thick and humid that it felt like I was breathing through a wet sponge. I had come home from work, sweaty and exhausted, and headed straight for the cool relief of my shower. But as I stepped into my bathroom and turned the faucet on, I heard a knock at the door.

It took a moment for me to register that someone was actually knocking; I had been so lost in my own thoughts and the anticipation of the water that I couldn’t imagine being disturbed by anything else. But then the knocking came again, more insistent this time, and I grudgingly wrapped a robe around myself and answered the door.

Standing there, looking impossibly sexy in a pair of shorts and a tank top that clung to his impressive physique, was my neighbor. His name was Jake, and I had caught a glimpse of him in passing a few times before, but I had never spoken to him. Now, as he stood before me with a sheepish smile on his face, I felt my cheeks tingle with embarrassment and desire.

“Hey,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through me. “Sorry to bother you, but my air conditioner is on the fritz and I was hoping to cool off in your shower for a bit. Is that alright?”

My first instinct was to say no – who invites a near-stranger into their home to use their facilities? – but something about Jake’s request and the way he was looking at me, with an intensity that made my stomach flip, made me reconsider. I nodded, swallowing hard, and stepped apart to let him in.

He strode past me, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles shifted under his skin, the way his shorts rode low on his hips and exposed the slightest strip of tanned flesh. I shook my head, trying to clear it of the lust that was pooling inside of me, and directed him to the bathroom.

“The shower’s all yours,” I said, gesturing towards the tiled stall. “I’ll be in the other room, if you need anything.”

He glanced at me, eyeing my robe with amusement. “Don’t let me stop you,” he said. “I’ll manage on my own.”

With a pang of disappointment, I turned and slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I could hear the water coming on and the sound of Jake’s clothes hitting the floor, and my imagination ran wild as I pictured him standing under the spray, his broad shoulders slick with steam. I shook my head again, trying to banish the images, but they persisted, making my pulse spike and my breath come faster.

It wasn’t until I heard him swear that I snapped out of my reverie. Frowning, I made my way back to the bathroom and pushed the door open.

“Everything alright?” I asked, peering in.

Jake was standing under the showerhead, his back to me, and his hands were fisted in his hair. He was cursing under his breath, and I could tell by the way he was moving that something was wrong.

I cleared my throat. “Is…is everything okay? Did something happen?”

He turned to face me, eyes wild and frustrated. “The goddamn water won’t heat up,” he growled. “I can’t stand in here forever like this.”

I hesitated for a moment, and then made a decision.

“I have an idea,” I said. “Why don’t we…well, why don’t we share the shower? It’s big enough, and then at least the water will be warm.”

I could see him considering my proposal, his eyes flickering over my face and then down to my robe. For a moment, I was worried that he would say no, that I had overstepped some boundary by suggesting such a thing. But then he nodded, a slow smile taking over his face.

“Okay,” he said. “Yeah, I like that idea. Let’s do it.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I mean, I had fantasized about Jake before – more times than I could count – but I had never wondered it would come to this. I felt a surge of heat and excitement course through me, and before I could stop myself, I was dropping my robe to the ground.

Jake’s eyes widened at the sight of my naked body, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. But then he was reaching out to me, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip, and I forgot all about feeling shy.

We stepped into the shower together, the warm water lashing against our skin, and I took a deep breath as Jake pulled me closer to him. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, tilting my face up to his, and then he was kissing me, his lips firm and insistent.

I moaned against his mouth, my hands roaming over his chest and then down to the waistband of his shorts. I tugged at them, trying to get them off, and Jake chuckled, stepping backwards to help me.

Once he was nude, too, we pressed together again, my hands tracing the carved lines of his abs and then slipping lower. I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach, and I gasped at the sensation.

“God, you’re so hot,” he murmured against my ear.

I shuddered, my head spinning with pleasure and disbelief. I had never felt this way before, so consumed by desire that I could barely think straight. We kissed harder, our tongues tangling, and I could taste the salt of his skin, the pure essence of Jake.

It felt like we were in the shower for hours, lost in a haze of steam and touch. Our bodies moved together in a primal dance, the water pounding down on us as we explored each other with abandon. I cried out when Jake pressed his fingers into me, rubbing in just the right way, and he groaned when I sank down onto him, taking him deep inside of me.

In the end, we slipped out of the shower, sated and spent, and collapsed onto my bed. We didn’t speak for a long time, just lay there side by side, our breathing evening out and our skin still damp from the water. But then Jake rolled over to face me, his eyes soft and contemplative.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from my face. “I know we don’t really know each other, but…wow. That was amazing.”

I felt my heart flutter inside of me, and I smiled up at him. “Yeah,” I agreed. “It really was.”

We cuddled for a while longer, talking about nothing and everything, and then he got up to go back to his own apartment. As he was leaving, though, he turned back to me, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Listen,” he said. “I know it’s only been a few hours, but…I kind of want to do that again sometime. You know, if you’re up for it.”

I smiled, feeling a thrill of desire rush through me once more. “Yeah,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I’m definitely up for it.”

And with that, he swept out of my apartment, leaving me standing there, wet and naked and grinning from ear to ear.

I had no idea what the future held, whether Jake and I would ever become more than just neighbors and shower buddies. But for that one perfect afternoon, we had steamed up the bathroom – and each other – in the most sensual of encounters.
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