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Neighbor’s Juicy Daughter: Part 1.

The new neighbor girl takes an interest in me.

Based on a post by lucifrix. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Introduction:

Sheila, the gorgeous young woman that had moved in next to my place, peeking over the fence at me.

"Hi there!" For a moment I thought the watered-down piss that passed for my beer had gone to my head, but it was only Sheila, the gorgeous young woman that had moved in next to my place, peeking over the fence at me. My muscles groaned in protest as I got up from my deck chair. The construction worksite had kept me all day, moving lumber until my back was breaking. All I wanted to do when I got home was rest, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices when your ultra fuckable neighbor wanted to talk to you. I crossed the lawn to the fence.

"Hi Sheila." I wasn't too tired to smile, or to appreciate the pretty face and the long, dark hair that she was hastily tying back into a ponytail. It was too bad the wooden slats hid her body below the chest, but I had had plenty of chances to admire it since she moved in. Our houses were close together near the fence, and the windows looked into each other.

"Hey look I have to ask you for a favor, and I'm really sorry." Her tits bounced tantalizingly as she tied the strap around her hair. "Work called. They need me to come in, like right now. Long story is; One of the girls quit and my boss said if I don't fill in we'll lose out on a big crowd whose in town for a teamsters union convention. It'll put us under quota for the 3rd month, and the owners might close the location putting us all out of work. I have to save my job."

"Sounds like a jerk." I muttered.

Sheila was a stripper. I had wondered if I should wander down to her place some night to get a better look at her, but figured it might get weird. She had only moved in a couple weeks ago. I didn't want her to think I was too much of a pervert.

"Yeah well, he is a jerk. But the job pays the bills." Sheila was bouncing on her feet nervously.

"There's no way I'll be able to get a babysitter for Summer."

Summer is an interesting dichotomy. Her father father died in a tragic auto accident when she was 6. Summer barely survived. The head trauma included a major concussion, permanent amnesia, and reset her brain to that of a 2 year old.

She just turned 18, but has the innocence of a 14 year old. While she rediscovers life with her 8th grade special needs classmates, her body is as sensual as her mother's exotic dancer physique.

"Can you look after her? Just until I get off work I mean. I hate to ask but I don't have any other options. If you can help me out I'd be Really grateful."

My house wasn't exactly set up to be a daycare, but I had never been the kind of man that could say no when a needy girl blinked her eyes at me. It beat watching the ball game until I fell asleep.

"Okay, sure; "

"Thanks so much she'll be right over thanks again!" She called over her shoulder as she hurried back inside. The sports bra and tight shorts were a nice parting gift: athletic thighs, a tight ass, trim stomach. Sheila was a knockout. She probably made tons of money stripping.

I had barely made it back inside my