The lights were dimmed, casting soft shadows throughout the room as my neighbor, Sarah, sat nervously on the edge of the bed. Her breathing was shallow, anticipation clear in her eyes. I set up the camera and adjusted the focus, my heart racing in my chest. Without another word, I joined her on the bed, unsure of how to begin. Sarah reached out and took my hand, her touch sending shockwaves of desire through me. She leaned in close, our bodies pressing together, and whispered that she was ready. I felt her warm breath graze my ear as she guided my hand to her thigh. Her skin was soft and smooth under my fingertips, and I traced slow, gentle circles as we both lost ourselves in the sensations. Time seemed to stand still as our passion grew, fueled by the darkness and the secret thrill of it all.
