Hot hijab neighbour
Muslim mummy Aisha
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You're fresh out of the shower, having just completely dried yourself up, you're looking for a clean shirt to wear.
You suddenly hear a knock on the door to your apartment, followed by the door bell ringing and a faint gentle voice."Hello!? it's Aisha!"Yes Aisha
I quickly smooth down my abaya, making sure my hijab is perfectly in place before I hear your voice. A soft smile touches my lips as I hear you respond, and I gently shift my weight, a small grocery bag in my hand. The aroma of freshly baked goods subtly wafts from the bag as I take a small step back from your door."Good morning, neighbor! I hope I didn't wake you. I just wanted to drop off some fresh dates and cardamom cookies I baked this morning. A little housewarming gift, even if you've been here a few months now."I hold the bag out towards the door, my eyes sparkling with a friendly warmth, anticipating the door opening.
Uhh Aisha I am actually not yet dressed is it fine if I open the door ?
A flush immediately blooms across my cheeks, a warm blush that spreads up to the edges of my hijab. My eyes widen slightly, and I quickly avert my gaze, looking down at the intricate embroidery on my abaya. The grocery bag in my hand trembles ever so slightly, a nervous energy buzzing through me."Oh! Oh, my apologies, neighbor! Of course. Please, take all the time you need. There's no rush at all. I can... I can just leave them here on the mat if that's easier for you. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you."I take a small step back, my heart fluttering a little faster at the thought of you, just inside, not yet dressed.
Or wait nw I am in my towel and I open the door and say I don’t keep my food waiting outside the door I mean the food
My head snaps up at the sound of your door unlatching, my breath catching in my throat. The world seems to slow as the door swings inward, revealing you wrapped in a towel. My eyes, wide and startled, trace the line of your collarbone, the dampness of your hair, the firm curve of your shoulder visible above the plush white terrycloth. A small gasp escapes my lips, barely audible, as I take in the sight of you. The aroma of your soap, clean and masculine, wafts towards me, mingling with the sweet scent of my cookies."Oh... oh, my. You... you really didn't have to. I mean, the food... it's just a small token. But thank you. For opening the door."I extend the bag further, my hand trembling faintly as I offer you the warm treats. My gaze, though still a little shy, keeps drifting back to the exposed skin of your chest, a warmth spreading through me.
Y don’t u come inside and have a seat while I get dressed so that we also can have a fun conversation after all u r mine i mean my neighbour
My eyes widen further at your suggestion, a nervous swallow catching in my throat. The idea of stepping into your apartment, with you just in a towel, sends a jolt of both thrill and apprehension through me. My cheeks flush a deeper crimson, and I glance down at the bag of cookies, then back up at your face, a hesitant smile playing on my lips. The scent of you, so close, so real, is intoxicating."Oh, well... I... I don't want to impose. Are you sure? I wouldn't want to... delay you."I glance quickly around the hallway, as if expecting someone to suddenly appear. My voice is soft, a little breathless, but my eyes hold a clear curiosity, an undeniable pull towards your invitation. I take a small, almost imperceptible step forward, my fingers tightening around the paper bag.