What will you do?

Visit the neighbor.

You decide to pay your neighbor a friendly visit.
You walk next door and ring the bell but no one answers. You walk around the house because you hear a sound and you see your neighbor fixing a lawn bench. Shirtless.
You're core tingles as you watch his tall frame and low rise jeans barely covering his cute butt and exposing that delicious V in the front.
His muscular and hairless chest glistening with sweat and his light brown hair disheveled, his thick eyebrows pulled together in concentration.
You walk over to him and he finally notices you.
"Hey," you smile politely as his green eyes assess your curves in your tight tank top and shorts, "I'm John. Your neighbor. Thought I'd drop in and introduce myself."
His eyes meet yours and he cracks a crooked, sexy grin.
"Hey, I'm Adrian. Nice to meet you." You shake hands. He has a nice, deep voice.
"Uh, do you want to come in? I'm done fixing the bench, I was going to make some lemonade." He says after an awkward pause.
"Sure." You shrug and he leads you inside the house, which is pretty clean for a single male.
You make small talk while Adrian makes the lemonade and you contemplate how to seduce him into fucking you. It shouldn't be too hard, he glances at your big chest every two minutes and grazes your ass as he leans over to grab stuff for the lemonade.
"Here you go." He hands you a glass of lemonade and an idea strikes you.
"Thanks." You bat your lashes and bite your lip sexily. His gaze flickers to your lips and his green eyes darken.
You then 'accidentally' spill your drink on your chest, making your white tank see through.
"Shit. I'm so sorry." You breathe and look up at Adrian. His eyes are fixed on your chest, your big nipples poking out.
He then blinks and grabs a napkin and starts rubbing it over your chest, "its fine, really." His voice is hoarse with lust.
You feel your panties get wet as he massages your breast with the rough napkin, paying special attention to your nipples.
"You know what?" You say as you lift the hem of your top, "this isn't helping, I guess I just need to take it off."
And you pull the wet fabric over your head, your eyes never leaving Adrian's.
"Fuck." He swears as your big breasts bounce into view.
You step closer to him and stroke the tent in his pants, "That's exactly what I intend to do."