Part of Tony's exercises was to remain alert and aware of his surroundings. It was so instinctive from years of practice that he could not help but pick up the little details here and there. Mr Harrison's dog attempted to chase after him behind a fence. Ms Able was getting a tan in her backyard, which he caught a glimpse of as he passed her house. Bits and pieces like a sensory radar, he just couldnt stop from noticing things that were around him. Escential as some bits were, such as the occasional passing vehicle as people start to head off to work and the peaty scent of gardening from people tending to their flowers and home grown vegetables, he somehow wished he didnt notice some of the other things. Things that irked him such as some of the bigger neighbours with their pants being worn too low and the faint scent of trash from the trash cans in front of the homes of some of the sloppier neighbours. Usually, he paid them no mind, since he was so used to it from running this paper route.<br/><br/>Still, there was a sense of enjoyment from noticing some things. He pretty much catches sight of every amorous couple that lived here, doing what lovers do, in some lonely corners, in their garages, behind garden sheds, backyard pools. He could even hear them from time to time. Their naughty behind the locked door secrets were never very well concealed enough to escape his sharp eyes.<br/><br/>As he came up to a formerly vacant house, he turned his head to face it, slowing down briefly to a jog and reaching behind his back to deliver the paper for the last home for the morning. He didnt know this newcomer, at least not yet ever since he heard that that old house was moved into. He had a mind to stop over to say hello but he needed to get to the post office after this run as fast as he could. Just as he pulled out the paper and toss it beyond the fence, the door behind a little too far for an accurate toss, the front door opened and the new neighbour showed her face for the first time to him. She was pretty hot in that miniskirt and top. It'll be quite a pleasantry to get to meet her when he gets the chance.<br/><br/>"Good morning." He called out as he got to earshot range, a little distracted by the thought of making it to the post office before his ass gets fried for being late again.<br/><br/>At a diagonal angle on the approach to her house. That was where he was when he almost missed a step for the first time in months. By the peripherals of his vision, his heart skipped a beat and his skin broke out in goosebumps, struck dumbfounded by noticing that the new neighbour was touching herself. He made sure that he was not looking directly at her, trying hard to make it look like he wasnt looking, never breaking his jog past the house. For the seconds he took to watch as he passed, he took notice of every movement of her hands, under her skirt and under her top, only imagining the soft, smooth, wet and naughty wonders that laid beneath her clothes. His imagination went wild, picturing himself stepping up to her front door and making some thorough 'introductions'.<br/><br/>Taking down a gulp of saliva and fighting back the heat that rushed into his face, he tipped his hat instinctively to try to regain his composure as he moved out of viewing range, the erotic sight finally behind him. It was a good thing that his track pants were slightly baggy. Otherwise, the tent that grew in his underpants could have been visible. He struggled to keep his breath to recover from the surprise show but as time passed, he was back to his normal self again. He couldnt get that sight out his head though, not really believing what he just saw and thinking it was just his imagination from daydreaming. Every time he thought about it, he grew a rather large boner from it. His thoughts kept running all the way until he reached the post office.