[Author's note: This story is dedicated to 'Jackie' who read the first draft of this story, (in August 2012), and inspired me to exert the effort necessary to make it into what it has become. I also want to extend a special thanks to 'mandabo1018' who assisted in its editing. All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.]
Chapter I.
Ashley Adams entered her bedroom and went to the closet. She picked out some sleep clothes in preparation for her nightly shower. Exiting the closet she took a couple of steps toward the bathroom, then froze. She looked with disbelief at the wall of glass separating her bedroom from the backyard. The drapes that usually provided her privacy were gone.
"Daaa... deee!" she hollered loudly enough to be heard throughout the house.
Her father, Morgan Adams, was in the living area at the other end of the house. He had just turned off the television when he heard his daughter scream. He double-timed it to her room. In the doorway he stopped. "What is it?" he breathlessly asked.
"Look," Ashley said loudly, wagging a finger toward the uncovered windows, "What happened to my curtains?"
Still labored in his breathing, Mr. Adams hastily replied, "Oh kitten, I am so sorry, we should have told you. Your mother had the maid take them down today and sent to the cleaners." Seeing the still dazed look on his daughter's face, he added, "They have been hanging in your room for five years and we were sure they were just
full
of dust."
Ashley was flustered. "But... but... I mean, what am I supposed to do? How do I keep someone from looking in?" Ashley was eighteen and like many girls her age had become very protective of her privacy.
Mr. Adams explained patiently, "Look, sweetheart, it's just for a couple of days and you can be careful till we get them back, and besides, there's no-one out there to
look
in."
It bothered Ashley that she couldn't see what, (or who), was on the other side of the glass. Flailing her arms wildly she protested, "How do you
know
that, Daddy. There might be a peeping Tom out there right now."
"Ashley, please, calm down," Mr. Adams pleaded, "The whole yard is surrounded by an eight foot high fence and there's a lock on the gate. The only way
anyone
can get into that yard is through this house. There is
no-one
out there."
"You're sure then," Ashley asked. Mr. Adams nodded. Ashley knew he had to be right. On the other hand, there was still a possibility, no matter how small it might be. A little shiver went up her spine. It scared her alright, but the possibility also caused a bit of excitement.
"Well, at least my bathroom is still private," she lamented. "You didn't take those curtains, too, did you?" She saw the look on her father's face and immediately knew the answer. "Oh, no, please tell me you didn't, please, please -"
"I... uh... I'm sorry, but yes those were taken down too. You're just going to have to be careful for a couple of days," Mr. Adams replied sheepishly.
Ashley looked at the diaphanous gown she held in her hands. Seeing that her father's eyes were locked on the gown, she hastily said, "I think I need to wear something else."
"You be as careful as you think you need to be," Mr. Adams said as he turned to leave, "I'm sure the curtains will be back in place before the weekend."
Ashley hesitated as he left the room, still wondering what it might be like to at least
pretend
she was being watched. She dismissed the thought and turned back to the closet.
Chapter II.
When school started in the fall, Ashley would be a freshman in college. Although still a virgin, Ashley was a not a complete stranger to sex. She had a brother her own age, (a twin actually), and ever since they had been old enough to realize they weren't identical, they had played games that gave them an excuse to check out each other's equipment.
As they grew older however, the sexual games had become less and less, until now they were virtually non-existent. It had always been just brother/sister games anyway, nothing more serious. Both were attractive and had been among the most popular in school, but as each had become interested in others, the games with each other seemed increasingly inappropriate.
Several weeks ago Ashley had broken up with a boy she had been going with for most of the last year. She had thought for some time that he might even be
the one
. They had studied after school at his house on a number of occasions. As neither of his parents got home until around 6:00, their studying frequently turned into a hot make-out session with a lot of loosened, (and sometimes removed), clothing.
A few months back, just after they had turned eighteen, Ashley allowed him to unsnap her bra, and a few days later, to remove it altogether. She had been reluctant, even somewhat resistant, but when she felt his hands on her bare breasts and his tongue flicking over her nipples, it was like a narcotic -- she had to have more. Thereafter, Ashley undid the bra herself, often as soon as they were alone.
Ashley and Rob, that was his name, still hadn't actually done it, but they were very close. One afternoon, shortly before graduation, alone in his house, they stretched out on the couch and quickly got pretty much naked. Rob's hands were all over her but mostly between her legs. Ashley's hand was inside his shorts, wrapped lightly around his cock, slowly stroking it.
Ashley had spent a lot of sleepless nights thinking about this. She knew what was about to happen and had decided she was ready for it.
Ashley slid Rob's shorts down and off. Then brushing his hand aside, she did the same with her panties. She took hold of Rob's cock and brushed the head of it against her pussy lips. She was about to push it between them when they heard the garage door. One of Rob's parents had come home early. Ashley jumped up, hastily grabbed her purse and clothes and raced to the nearest bathroom. She dressed, applied make-up and brushed her hair.