PLOT
"Why do our eyes always meet?" I couldn't hide my shock at the sudden words of the married woman who lived opposite me. Every time my eyes met hers as she exercised, her large breasts bouncing and her body covered in sweat, my naughty fantasies grew. Whether she knew my ulterior motives or not, she skillfully pounced on me. In the quiet afternoon when no one else was around, there was no way I—with little experience with women—could take the initiative. I let her do as she told me, completely controlling both my body and mind as her overwhelming hip movements left me unable to move my own hips even once before giving her a creampie.