Neither Tasha nor Mike could ever forget their first encounter, even if they had wanted to. After all, they lived in buildings directly across from each other. They decided that Tasha's accidental flash after tripping on the steps leading up to her apartment was better treated as a running joke rather than a source of embarrassment.

"The summer flashing season's upon us once again, Mike," Tasha called out upon seeing him.

Mike smiled when he heard Tasha's voice. After enduring the hot weather all day, her cheeky remark was timed perfectly.

"I struggle in the heat, so thanks for reminding me its consequences aren't all bad," Mike replied, making Tash giggle after she, too, had endured a day that had offered few excuses to laugh.

Tasha and Mike's exchanges often included harmless innuendo, and the signs suggested they would do so again soon. Tasha certainly had no intention of talking to Mike any differently than she usually did, and she quickly fell into full flow.

"My skirt's not the only part of my summer dress code I've adopted today," Tasha confessed with a giggle, though she told Mike she wasn't planning to trip on the steps to her flat to prove it.

"That's a shame; I'll just have to stand and think about the time you did, as I do often, instead," Mike laughed.

Tasha and Mike were standing on opposite sides of the street they lived on, chatting, when Mike's comment prompted Tasha to raise her hand and wave him over. It was not something she had considered doing before, and she realised that she might never have similar thoughts again. However, the laughter and smiles after the tough day she had endured made Tasha feel the urge to celebrate her shift in mood.

"Think of it as an excuse to jog your memory and getting me out of my dress as helping a neighbour in need," Tasha said, her upbeat suggestion reminding her of other ways to keep her mood that way.

Mike realised that the pace of everything had left him no time to feel anxious, which he guessed was no accident. His assessment was correct, though Tasha's desire to enjoy her current state of mischievous arousal had played its part, too.

Tasha took Mike's hand and marched him to her flat, closing the door behind them with a roar of laughter. No pleasantries, welcome drinks, or small talk were part of Tasha's plans, so she led Mike into her bedroom, lifted her dress, and bared her buttocks immediately.

"You've met before, so no need for shyness," Tasha giggled, relieved to know Mike had understood she wanted to feel his touch on her cheeks.

Tasha laughed and smiled broadly as soon as she felt Mike's hands on her. Mike was thrilled to hear Tasha's reaction and continued the massage until she decided it was time to give further instructions.

"Let's finish the job of getting me naked, and then I'll let you know what's next," Tasha suggested, believing her whirlwind approach held the key to success.

Mike gently lifted Tasha's dress over her head without any fuss. Once she was naked, Tasha turned to face Mike, assuring him that if his touch on her breasts felt as pleasant as it had done on her buttocks, she'd be in for a treat.

Tasha laughed and smiled as Mike's fingers settled into place, and he began to caress her. When she felt she needed more, her gentle request brought immediate rewards, and when she asked Mike to plant firm kisses on her nipples, she felt glad she had done so right away.

"That's very nice indeed," Tasha said, taking Mike's hands in hers and gently guiding them between her legs with a grin.

Just as she had done with his kisses, Tasha encouraged Mike to intensify the touch that he had slid into her body. It was a combination that Tasha enjoyed immensely, and she made sure Mike knew his efforts were on track to deliver something she considered achievable, even if it had been just a long shot.

As deep, fast, and sexy as you dare, and keep going," Tasha whispered, her surprise at her arousal matched by her joy at its presence.

Tasha's desire to push against Mike's sliding touch ignited a fiery pleasure within her body, which she expressed with joy in her heart. Mike massaged frantically as Tasha slammed her body against his fingers. Mike kissed her nipples, creating a pairing that Tasha knew would deliver, and soon.

Mike put all he had into his efforts, and Tasha was thrilled to feel his touch rubbing her clit. Her moans of pleasure were nearly continuous, her heart raced, and her breathing was laboured in a way that almost brought her to tears.

Mike concentrated on Tasha's desires, her wriggles and giggles, and the way she responded to his touch, providing him with the confidence he needed. Tasha found herself struggling to keep her climax at bay in a way she had never imagined would be necessary. This ensured its arrival was accompanied by a cry of joy and waves of erotic release she hadn't dared to hope for.

Tasha didn't need to tell Mike to continue with what he was doing until he heard otherwise; he had already figured that out. She also didn't need to inform him of how much he had exceeded her expectations; her body had expressed this for her. All Tasha needed to convey to Mike once her unexpected pleasure had passed was that he would be seeing much more of his neighbour from that point on. She didn't just mean getting another glimpse of her arse from time to time, either!