I was in lust. The neighbor girl was outside in the front yard playing with her younger brother. I made all sorts of excuses to walk out of the garage, where I was working on a project, just to get a look. When I was outside, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She’s blonde with hair down to the middle of her back, about 5 ft 1 or 2 and not over 105 pounds. A couple times she glanced over my direction but didn’t acknowledge me. I realized that I was not getting any work done so reluctantly went back inside and resumed my project. About 10 minutes later, I heard a noise behind me and turned around, seeing her standing there with her hands on her hips. She had a nasty look on her normally beautiful face.
“Why were you staring at me?” She asked. “Are you a pervert?”
“You’re gorgeous.” I stammered. “I can’t help myself.”
“You’ve been stalking me too.” She accused.
“No!” I protested. “I was only driving by to get a better look.”
“You needed to drive by when I was right next door?” She asked contemptuously?
“I had to test drive the car.” I mumbled, hanging my head, knowing it sounded pretty lame.
“What would your wife say, if I told her you were stalking me?” she asked. Walking up to me, she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. “Or if I tell her that you lured me in here and molested me?” she questioned as she rubbed my hand first on one breast then the other. I could feel her nipples getting harder as I rubbed.
“Obviously, she wouldn’t like it.” I mumbled. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?”
“CLOSE the garage door.” She ordered.
Knowing that I could be in a lot of trouble, I did as she asked.
“Now, come back over here.”