The next weekend my wife went out of town. The rest of the story almost writes itself, doesn’t it?
The neighbor and I went riding Saturday afternoon, and planned to get Chinese for dinner together. We ended up at my house, a longer ride than expected, but the weather was still cool enough that we hadn’t really worked up a sweat. Once I finished ordering the food, she decided that she didn’t want to eat in her bike jersey, so asked to borrow a t-shirt. I found one for her, and decided that I still wanted to get out of my bike clothes. I changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and when I came back into the rec room, she was lying on the couch, having pulled a comfortable over her. “I’m wiped out, mind if I nap until the food comes?” Sure, no problem.
Despite the two of us being alone in the house, and the extended teasing from last weekend, there wasn’t any sexual tension evident. Perhaps the workout was harder than expected, I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t feel lustful toward her, and she hadn’t made any flirty advances toward me.