She's very happy to see me!

Carrying the bottle of champagne, I walked across the yard separating our two houses, enjoying the suburban peace and quiet until I found the back door of the Grayson's house. I tried the doorknob, smiling as it turned and the door swung inwards silently. So Jack was telling the truth, I thought to myself as I stepped into a back hallway. Since all of the houses in this neighborhood were built at the same time, they were all almost identical and the Grayson's house was a mirror copy of my new place. Orientating myself, I walked quietly towards the dining room and kitchen, hearing the faint sound of music coming from ahead of me.

Stepping into the kitchen, I paused at the sight that greeted me. Chloe had changed into a loose fitting maroon summer dress and was bending over, looking into the refrigerator. Her position presented her shapely ass to me, her hips rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the music as she rooted around in the back of the fridge, obviously looking for something. I leaned against the kitchen island, standing there silently admiring the pleasing curves of her hips and ass.

"Nice view," I said softly after a few moments of silent appreciation, announcing my presence as I placed the bottle of champagne on the kitchen island.

"Ahh," Chloe gasped, jumping slightly at the sound of my voice before glancing back at me over her shoulder. "Glad you like it," she said with a slightly naughty grin, still rocking her hips in time with the music. "But I already knew you liked what you see," she added with a wink, obviously referring to our mutual peeping from moments ago.

"Hopefully, it's mutual," I countered.

"Definitely," Chloe purred, letting her gaze run down my body as she stood up, placing a platter of burgers on the counter. "Things are definitely looking up in the neighborhood," she says, her eyes lingering on the growing bulge in my pants.

"Figured I'd come over and get better acquainted," I tell her, moving closer to her as she lets the refrigerator door close, the cool air having caused her nipples to harden and poke through the thin fabric of her dress.

"Glad you decided to visit," Chloe assures me, moving closer to me, her arm brushing against my chest as she looks at the bottle of champagne. "Ohhh, bubbly. Jack never let's me drink champagne. Says it makes me naughty."

"I don't think you need bubbly to be naughty," I say, leaning in closer to her, my hand reaching out to press against the small of her back.

"I don't. But don't tell my husband," she says, moving closer, our bodies rubbing against each other.