It's two AM and I can't sleep. Ronnie was tired when he got home, but I needed a little something so we went to bed early and I let him lay there on his back real quiet while I fucked him slow and sensual. I love doing that sometimes—forgetting all the 'pound me, fuck me hard' stuff and just relaxing with the simple feeling of a full pussy and a warm man underneath me.
Usually it'll send us both off to sleep better than a sleeping pill, but tonight I dozed off for a while and then woke about midnight. I've been up ever since.
I wandered into the kitchen in the dark, with just a little light from the streetlights filtering in through the windows to light my way. The thing that caught my eye right away was a dim light coming from the next door neighbor's house, in one of their back rooms. The man of the house, Nick, who's about my age, was sitting at a desk writing something on a laptop. He looked like he really knows how to type—I wish I could do that.
Anyway, I just stood in the dark and watched him for a while. He's a handsome man. Sort of Italian I guess, or Greek maybe. Swarthy I think they used to call it. He and his wife never showed any interest in us, like sexually or anything. That's cool, it'd be weird if everybody did. But I still think he's kinda hot.
So I'm standing there in the dark in the kitchen looking at him, and I just took off my shirt. I sleep in a t-shirt with nothing on under it, so I was standing there naked. It felt really exciting to be there so close to him like that, probably thirty feet away.