Tina didn't lock the door

Emma's hand wrapped firmly around her cock, just below the head. Her slender fingers squeezed softly as she stroked her hard length, listening to the splash of water and imagining how Tina's pregnant body must look at that moment.

The sharp pangs of Emma's need was joined by frustration at the door preventing her seeing Tina, her naked body so near but beyond reach. Even as that frustration arose, it was joined by another realization - Emma hadn't heard Tina lock the door.

Hope fluttered briefly for Emma, joined by doubt. It was possible she could just open the door and see the swelled, tantalizing body of her neighbour. But what if she was mistaken and it was locked - what if Tina caught her trying to peep...

Emma hesitated, trapped by indecision. Finally, her hand softly shaking, she reached for the handle and cautiously turned it. The metal made a soft whisper in the quiet of the apartment. Her own breath pounding a rapid beat in her ears, Emma pushed open the door and peeked in.