I couldn’t stop myself. I saw her and couldn’t stop my self.
It happened over a week ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve jacked off twice a day and still have to fight the urge of going back there.
I knew she was trouble the moment I set eyes on her. I should of stayed away but I couldn’t. I guess I should feel guilty – but I don’t. I know she likes it, she liked me I know she wants me again. I can feel her calling out for me. I might go back there tonight. I bet she’s even waiting for me.
I guess I should let you all in on the story huh?
Well it all began about 3 months ago. I got new neighbors down the street. I saw her moving in some boxes when I was walking Jim – that’s my boxer. She looked at me only for a second but that is all it took. It was an instant connection between her and I.
I walked past the house at least a dozen times over the next few days, catching glimpses of her in the yard, through the window, getting into her mothers car. She was a goddess; She had dark blonde hair that hung straight, nearly to her waist. Slim hips and long legs. She favored half tops, which showed, off her flat tummy. Her breasts were not large, but perky firm b cups. On the third night I found a nice dark place in the hedges that bordered the houses across the street from her house. I stood there in the summer night waiting to see her. It paid off. I saw through the window her in her nightgown tying her long hair back getting ready for bed. Her body was calling to me then, her breasts pressed against the thin cotton of her gown, her nipples so large and puffy I could clearly make them out from across the street. Her body called out to mine that night and I had to release myself standing there in the bush. Walking home I started to shake. I was so ashamed of what I had just done. What she made me do. That’s the night I resolved to teach her a lesson. She couldn’t just move in and tease a man this way.
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