Your neighbor's son, Zane.

You see movement and hear more rustling, and then your neighbor's son, Zane, falls out of the bushes, pants around his ankles. He lands heavily on the patio and let's out a grunt. You're a little shocked it's him and not your husband, but you rush to his side to see if he's hurt.

'Zane! Are you okay? What were you doing?' It all comes out in a rush as you roll him over. He groans, but you see he probably just has the wind knocked out of him and a scratch or two. You also see his penis, soft and small between his smooth thighs. He must be more of a grower you think. You remember seeing him mowing the lawn just the other day. Shirtless and tanned, with a glistening sheen of sweat. He was the star of the school's swim team and his body shows it; all lean, flat planes with a nice triangle shape to his torso. 'Sorry' he wheezes out, getting his breath back. 'Just thought I heard a noise.'

Ohh, that must explain the pants around the ankles You think, mentally rolling your eyes. You're suddenly aware of how close your face is to his, and how your stockings are pressed against his bare thigh. And his exposed state. He seems to quickly recover and looks up at you with his green eyes, then flashes the charming smile of a cocky 18 year old.

'Hey Mrs. B. Thanks, but I think I'm okay now.' Then he reaches out and puts a hand on your waist. 'But I think I saw something I wasn't supposed to.' He starts sliding his hand over your hip and down your leg.

What is he thinking? you wonder, taken aback by his behavior.

He keeps smiling as he says, 'I noticed that wasn't your husband. I don't think he'd appreciate if he found out...' You almost crack a smile at this cocky kid trying to **** you for something your husband has been open and downright encouraging about. As Zane speaks, his hand keeps rubbing your leg, and he makes a significant look down at himself. Your eyes follow his and you see his erection now pointing at the sky, but it isn't really that much larger. Not a grower after all. Huh. you think. This hot kid that you're sure all the high school girls get weak-kneed over is only packing a dick that's a little bigger than your middle finger.

'So what are you going to do to keep him from finding out?' he asks, trying to sound menacing and sexy at the same time. Poor guy. you think, trying not to laugh at his effort. If it wasn't for the very clear implicit threat, you'd almost feel sorry for him. You look at him closer, noticing his eyes and slightly shaking hands, and the pulsing excitement in his dick. He's clearly a little nervous about this, and you're beginning to suspect he might be a virgin. You reconsider, Actually, I do feel sorry for him.

You could give in to his request obediently, acting like you hope he keeps your secret. Something about letting him think he's in a position of power turns you on. Or you could show him you're in charge, and take pity on him and give him a little experience with a woman. Although... he did try to **** you, so you could also show him your displeasure and humiliate him a little.