It was another boring day in the gym. I had taken this new part-time job as a fitness instructor to watch women in their Lycra outfits, but I picked the wrong place.

Not one woman who entered piqued my interest.

At least that was until a woman I’ll call Monica Smith walked through the doors. She was my onetime next-door neighbor, who had baby-sat me when I was young. She was probably now 35. I spent many a long summer day staring out my window at her relaxing by her pool in a bikini. She was about five feet ten, trim and muscular. Great small tits that never saw a bra. The sight of her, along with purloined copies of Penthouse Letters, made jerking off easy.

When Monica baby-sat, it was even worse! She usually wore a halter top and a bottom thin material that was skintight. Her tits just sat there,... Leer Más