When my neighbor comes over to fix my sink in an emergency, I cannot help but notice the way his eyes linger—on my feet, my curves, and everything in between. I have always had a little crush on him, and now that we are alone, the tension is undeniable. After he finishes the job, I casually mention how sore and stinky my feet are, and that is when the truth comes out—he loves stinky feet. With a sly grin, I let him massage them, feeling his hands exploring every inch. The moment heats up quickly as his touch becomes more intimate, turning this innocent favor into a foot-filled fantasy he will never forget. Are you ready to step into this steamy neighborly encounter?