Valdecicia's neighbor, a raven-haired vixen, is a constant source of distraction. One sweltering afternoon, she struts around her yard in a barely-there bikini, her ample curves glistening with sweat. Valdecicia, hidden behind her curtains, feels a throbbing heat between her legs. She pictures herself pinning her neighbor against the wall, her hands exploring those luscious curves, their lips locked in a fiery kiss. The fantasy consumes her, and she knows she must have this woman, consequences be damned.