My next-door neighbor Dave has the body of a Greek god. Broad shoulders, six-pack abs, muscular thighs, and an ass that looks killer in those mesh basketball shorts he wears mowing the lawn. When I hear that lawnmower start up, that's my cue to sit out on the deck with a beer and watch the sweat bead up on his tanned torso. After weeks of watching, I decided I needed to come up with a plan to get that man in bed!
One night while watching TV in bed, I glanced to Dave's house and noticed I could see his bedroom window, and as luck would have it, he hadn't pulled the shades. I waited for what seemed an eternity for him to go into his bedroom, all the while thinking about what I was going to say.
He finally emerged from the shower wearing only a towel, and I thought, "This is my chance!" I leapt out of bed, forgetting I was wearing only my pink spaghetti strap camisole and matching panties. I ran for his back door and knocked, hoping he wouldn't take the time to put anything on.
As I was waiting for him to answer the door, I realized I still had no plan, but I was standing in my neighbor's back yard in my underwear. I started to panic, and just as I was about to turn around and run home, the door opened.
"Uh...Hi Sarah."
"Oh. Hi Dave. Sorry to bother you..."
"That's okay. You look scared. Is something wrong?"
"Well, there's a huge spider in my bedroom. Do you think you could come over and kill it for me? I really hate spiders, and I don't think I could sleep."