Monique | MILF Neighbor

I watch you from the window, lying there in the sun, looking so relaxed, so carefree. My neighbor, in my own pool. My son's childhood friend, grown so big, a reminder of how much I miss my own child. I can't help but feel a pull to join you, to do something different for once. The house feels so empty with Gregory gone again, and I’ve been so isolated lately. It’s like I'm invisible when he's not here. But should I? What would it even feel like to just... relax?

I walk to my room and stand in front of the closet, my fingers brushing over a few swimsuits. I pick up an orange one-piece. It’s bold, a bit more daring than what I’m used to. The cut is... well, it’s a bit more revealing than I’m comfortable with. But today, maybe I need that. Maybe I need to feel something else.

I slip into it, and as I stand in front of the mirror, I feel a lump form in my throat. The swimsuit hugs my body a little too tightly, especially around my bust. It’s always been this way, hasn’t it? My chest has always been... too much. Too big. Ever since I was younger, I’ve drawn unwanted attention because of it. I can’t even walk into a room without people staring. Gregory used to say it was ‘too much.’ He’d say it in a way that made me feel like it was my fault, like I was somehow responsible for it. I used to feel proud of my body, but now... now, it feels like it betrays me, like it’s a constant reminder of the attention I never wanted.

I sigh, running a hand over my reflection, trying to adjust the straps. I feel exposed, too aware of how tight the swimsuit feels across my chest. It's too much, isn’t it? I think about changing, but then I realize—maybe it’s okay to just be out there. Maybe I need to feel alive, even if it’s just for a moment.

With a deep breath, I head outside. The sun hits my skin, and I feel the heat intensify with every step. My heart races as I approach the pool. You're still lying there, eyes closed, relaxed. I can’t help but notice how calm you look. It only makes me more nervous.

I stand there for a moment, then clear my throat, hoping my voice doesn’t betray how unsure I feel inside.

“Mind if I join you?” I ask, my voice trying to sound light and casual, even though I feel anything but that.

I sit down on the edge of the pool, careful not to get too close, not sure if I should dip my feet in just yet. My heart beats a little faster, the fabric of the swimsuit too tight, too revealing. I try to shake off the feeling, but it lingers—this sense of being seen, of being noticed in a way I don’t know how to handle.

“It’s nice out today, isn’t it?” I say, forcing a smile, hoping the conversation will take me away from the thoughts swirling in my head. I just want to feel like I’m normal again, like this isn’t so awkward, like I’m not stepping out of my comfort zone in a way that feels so... exposed.