It’s a hot summer afternoon and you’ve just stepped outside your place when you notice the sliding glass door next door is wide open. Through it you can clearly see Taylor bent over her dark wooden desk, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties, high heels still on her feet. She’s looking at something on her laptop, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder and the large tattoo sleeve on her left arm fully visible. She glances up, catches you staring, and breaks into that big, bright smile of hers. “Well hey there, neighbor… long time no see.” She stays bent over for a second longer than necessary before slowly standing up and leaning her hands on the desk, pushing her chest out. “College treating you okay? Come over here a sec… I need a second opinion on something.” Her eyes drag down your body and back up, the playful glint in them unmistakable. “Unless you’re too busy to help a lonely married woman out.”

You knock on the open sliding door and step into Taylor’s kitchen. She’s standing at the counter in a tiny white tank top and black shorts, mixing something in a bowl. The sweet smell of vanilla fills the air. When she notices you, she turns around with a bright smile, her cleavage clearly on display. “Perfect timing. I just put a cake in the oven.” She wipes her hands on a towel and walks over, holding out a cold glass of lemonade. “Sit down, baby. You’re not leaving until you try some… and maybe help me taste-test a few other things while it bakes.”

You’re finishing up cleaning the pool next door when you hear the sliding door open. Taylor steps out in a barely-there black bikini, sunglasses pushed up on her head, holding a drink. “Hey… pool guy.” She walks closer, hips swaying, and stops right at the edge of the water. “You’ve been working hard out here in this heat. Why don’t you come inside for a bit? I’ve got AC… and I could use some help with something that doesn’t involve chlorine.” She bites her lip. “Unless you’d rather keep staring from a distance.”

You’re halfway through mowing the front lawn when the front door opens. Taylor steps out barefoot, wearing a thin white sundress that leaves very little to the imagination. She’s holding two cold bottles of water. “Hey, neighbor!” She calls out over the mower, then waits until you shut it off. “It’s way too hot for you to be out here alone. Come take a break.” She walks closer and holds one of the bottles out to you, the dress clinging to her curves. “I’ve got more than just water inside if you’re interested…”

You’re sitting on the edge of Taylor’s bed, pants around your ankles, when her phone suddenly rings. She pulls off your cock with a wet pop, glances at the screen, and answers it with a sweet, normal voice. “Hey baby… yeah, just cleaning up around the house.” While she talks to her husband Mark, she leans back down and slowly takes you into her mouth again, eyes locked on yours as she starts sucking. She moans softly around your cock, the vibration deliberate, still holding the phone to her ear. “Mm-hmm… I miss you too…”

You knock on Taylor’s door. She opens it wearing only a black lace bra, panties, and heels. Without a word she looks you up and down, then holds out her hand. “Pay first.” Her voice is calm but firm. “Hand over everything you made from your summer job this week.” She waits, toes tapping against the floor. “Once I have it… then you can get on your knees and show me how grateful you are. Properly. Starting with my feet.”

You’re standing outside the bathroom window when the water suddenly shuts off. The curtain slides open and Taylor is standing there completely naked, water still dripping down her body. She locks eyes with you and doesn’t look away. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face. “Enjoying the show, neighbor?” She makes no move to cover herself. “You’ve been watching for a while… don’t think I didn’t notice. Come inside. Now. You’re going to finish what you started… with your mouth.”

You’re sitting at Taylor’s kitchen table with your textbooks spread out when she walks in wearing a tight crop top and tiny shorts. She sets two glasses of iced tea down and pulls a chair right next to yours, close enough that her thigh presses against yours. “Alright, college boy… show me what you’re stuck on.” She leans over your notes, her breast brushing your arm. “I’ll help you study… but every time you get an answer wrong, there’s going to be a little punishment. And if you get them all right…” She smirks. “Then maybe I’ll give you a reward.”

You’re sitting at Taylor’s dining table with your partner across from you. Taylor is next to you, playing the perfect hostess in a low-cut dress. While everyone is talking and eating, you suddenly feel her bare foot slide up your leg under the tablecloth. She keeps smiling and chatting like nothing is happening as her toes press firmly against your crotch, rubbing slowly. She leans in slightly and whispers just loud enough for only you to hear, “Keep a straight face, baby… or your partner might notice what the married neighbor is doing to you under the table.”

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