Sneaking into a neighbour's house

I slipped out the back door of our house and snuck around the side. I tried hard to not give away my presence - in retrospect, I was much more cautious than I needed to be. I've since realised that if people don't see anything, they're pretty willing to ignore their ears and other senses.

I moved across the road, intent on the door to our neighbour Julie's house. Julie wasn't a knockout - slim figure with small breasts and a tight ass, dirty blonde hair usually pulled back in a ponytail and glasses. She was a little older than me I'd say - about mid-thirties at that time. Whilst she wasn't the sexiest woman I'd come across, there was a real thrill at thinking about a neighbour like that.

I rang her doorbell and waited. She answered the door in a voluminous dressing gown, gave a brief look of confusion, then turned to go back inside. Acting quickly, I slipped in behind her. Standing quietly, I watched Julie return to her bedroom and shed the massive dressing gown