Yes

You concentrate on Erica again. You will not be able to stop masturbating until you orgasm. "Erica, um, why are you finger fucking yourself?"

Erica's eyes go wide and she looks down at what she's doing, "Oh my god! I... I don't... what the hell?"

"Is my presence, like, making you horny?"

"I don't know what's going on!" Erica says in a panic, "I... oh god... I can't stop!"

"Erica, get a hold of yourself!" Masturbating in front of Dylan is really turning you on.

"Oh god!" said Erica again as she was now conflicted with feelings of both humiliation and arousal. "Oh god, oh god OH GOD!" she said as she finally brought herself to orgasm. She then stopped and ran out of the kitchen towards her bedroom. Her face was beet red, and she could not look at you.

You smile. You liked Erica and enjoyed fucking with her, but you did not want to **** her. You figured you would leave her to her bewilderment and check back in on her later. You walk to her now closed bedroom door, "Erica, I think you need some time to yourself! I'll check on you later."

"Um, OK, sorry about this, Dylan... um, thanks!"

You let yourself out. On the way out, you see another neighbor, Ms. Owens come out of her apartment. She is wearing jogging shorts, a short tank top, and her running shoes.

"Daily jog?" you ask, eyeing the curvy auburn haired divorced MILF.

"Well, duh!" she says with a playful smile, "What was your first clue?"

Take off your shorts and panties and leave them on your doorstep without realizing what you're doing.

Ms. Owens slides her shorts off then takes off her panties. She drops both on her doorstep.

You won't realize you are naked below the waist until someone points it out or you finish your jog. "Well, have a good run."

"Thanks," says the older woman. She heads off towards the sidewalk then begins her jog, oblivious to the fact she is showing off her pussy and round bare bubble butt to the world.

You smile and realize you are now horny.