The cool breeze tousled his hair as he slammed the car door shut. He took a look at the neighborhood around him. A couple of people talking in front of a light, some kids trying to look rebellious, smoking on the corner. He tried to remind himself that there was no reason to be anxious. He had held her for hours on end, had kissed her on every available inch of her skin, had shared countless orgasms, and yet, he still felt that pang of anxiety. It was no matter, he would see her in just a few seconds, he turned and faced the wind.
As was custom he grabbed his cell as he reached the door, her number was the last on his call list. He had called her on the way up and told her that he wouldn't be able to make it, he told her that he was on his way to work because they needed someone to stay late and had called him as a last resort. Just before he pressed 'call,' he closed his phone shut and decided to try and drag out the surprise, surely she'd be even happier if he just burst into her room with a big smile on his face and some flowers in his hands.
He tried the door and to his surprise, it was actually unlocked. He held the handle and eased it open just enough to slip in, he loved trying to be sneaky. He slowly edged the door shut and ran the handle silently into place. He took a few test steps to make sure the floor wouldn't creak and snuck back towards her room. It was cracked just a peak and as he reached for the handle he heard her moan. He turned and peered in through the crack and watched one of his favorite fantasies unfold.
He edged the door just enough to see her whole body. One arm curved and clutching her breast, the other working its way down, closer and closer to her pussy. She played with herself teasingly and slowly worked off the shorts she was wearing. He felt himself harden and wondered for a second if this was wrong. He decided it wasn't, he wouldn't feel bad at all if the situation had been reversed, so he held back and watched as her other hand reached under her shirt to rub her nipples.