They started taking bets on how long I would last. Most predicted that I would not last more than one week past Labor Day before Bridget managed to ge... inside my apartment. She cheerfully joined in such banter, promising the guys that her first night with me would leave me too weak to come to work the next day.Bridget also seemed to know every party, carnival, and special event occurring throughout the summer. At first she demanded that I pick her up at her house, but after I managed to come up. Then, one day, I saw Bob, our next door neighbor, mowing his yard. Don was away on a business trip and I was missing his companionship, immensely. Seeing Bob shirtless and working in his yard, reminded me of my attraction to Don. I phoned Don to confess my mistake in admiring Bob from a distance. All I got was Don’s voice mail, so I hung up and returned to watching Bob from our dining room window. The more I watched Bob, the more interested I became. I slipped on my skimpiest pair of running. But there was this longing, deep in the pit of my belly. A need that wouldn't go away, despite my best attempts to deny it. He has released me. Unstoppered the bottle and let the genie, or rather a dirty wet cunted whore who longs to serve him free. He looks me up and down. Partly out of lust, and partly to check that I've followed his instructions. I'm dressed and made up to his satisfaction. He pushes me against the wall by my throat just inside the front door. I stand on my tiptoes as he. He told me he wanted to see if I would check him out with each pass....and he caught me a lot. One night he sat in his bed and tired to think of a way to convince me to help him out. He thought up the truth or dare game... he would play the game normally and wait for the right time to ask me whether I check him out when he is naked. I was pretty shocked he was so detailed with his planning.He went on to explain that he has been craving a bj for a long time and he felt that he could trust me....