Candy

There's always the tempting alluring option of giving them something sweet. Something to spice up the deal a little. Of course, I'm talking about Candy.

Candy is one of my hottest neighbors around, having a routine of taking a jog right before the evening. She hasn't changed this for a while, unless it snows or rains, but otherwise I just ogle at her. After all, she runs with nothing but spandex shorts and a sports bra, which barely does anything to hide her DD-sized breasts. Honestly, she's far hotter than mom, not to mention younger, being just in her mid-20s, and far more athletic. Flat stomach, with no sign of visible bodyfat, and her breasts that jiggle every time she takes a step? Too hot.

I press the button immediately as she passes, and she crumples to the ground as a bodysuit. And of course, I don her on, and as soon as I do, I feel that rush of adrenaline and the sensation of power. I knew that she was athletic, but oh boy, there was that definite change of pace when she was someone who takes time to exercise every day.

I quickly jog, pretending to be Candy, but taking another route to get to my friend's house. Using my usual entrance, I climb the tree to the window of his bedroom. I barely break a sweat, unlike usual. He's not here yet, so I quickly send him a text, using my own phone. "Hey. Left you a hot little present on your bed. Hope you enjoy it."

Tossing off the sports bra and that tight little shorts, I lie there naked as I wait for him to burst in.