It was warm in the kitchen, but Jack wasn't really paying attention as he peered silently through the half-closed mini-blinds out into the driveway in back of the building. The nervous, well-groomed 20-year old had heard the side door shut only a few seconds ago, stepped away from the dusty drywall of his current kitchen renovation and swallowed dry air as his upstairs neighbor walked from the side of the two-flat out to her blue Corvette.
It was another hot day in July and Laura was again dressed to suit the heat. This meant, as usual, white running shorts that fit her little butt like a glove, a blue silky tank top that caressed her jiggling breasts and nothing to hide the outline of her protruding nipples, and as usual, a pair of flip-flops.
He liked it when she wore those.
The sight of her pretty feet, with or without the pink nail polish that she used occasionally, excited him endlessly whenever she swung her legs over the balcony above his porch.
Now he was watching her dark hair bounce, wavy and free in the breeze as she stepped into the yard and approached the tall blond guy who was mowing the back lawn. He stopped when he noticed her and cut the motor. She placed her hand on his arm and spoke to him.
What kind of freak is going to be outside cutting the grass when she's upstairs dressed like that??
Jack wondered.
Fuck the grass, it's too hot to be cutting it now anyway, what are you, some kind of crackpot environmentalist?
The guy nodded and said something back to her. Jack could only imagine what it was.
"Laura Baby, let me finish back here and I'll go on up and take a shower".
"Okay, Billy Big-Guy, when I get back from the store, maybe I can keep you company..."
As if to prove Jack's imaginary conversation correct, Laura stood on her tiptoes and kissed Billy on his stubbly cheek. She turned back to the building and started walking to the blue 'Vette.
Jack ducked back away from the window and started walking towards the front room. He knew this was the way it always started with these two. Laura and Billy did the cutesy snuggling thing out in public and then let each other have it, later in the bedroom...or the living room...or the shower...or once, even on the kitchen floor.
It had been in the kitchen when Jack had heard them for the first time.
He'd already spoken to his new neighbor several times and the fact that he immediately wanted to drown in the softness of her tan curves was obvious, and he knew that she knew it.
She'd glanced at the bulge in his shorts and immediately began talking about her fiancee Billy and how they were getting the place together for when they got married next Spring. Immediately, Jack could see that she was a look-but-no-touch kind of girl.
But that night in the kitchen...
He'd just cracked a beer and was reveling in the coolness of the refrigerator air when he started hearing the rhythmic creaking in the kitchen above. He almost choked on the beer, but he listened harder, wondering what the hell was going on.
That was when he first heard that beautiful, breathy voice of hers, muted only slightly by the thin wooden floor.
"Oh Billy, honey...ohh Billy honey...ohhhhhh FUCK!"
It continued for several minutes and when the creaking intensified into an unbroken rhythm, she cut loose with a long, airy
"Ohhhhhhhh",
that excited Jack so much that he grabbed his throbbing prick and whacked himself until his monster orgasm nearly knocked him to the floor.
When he saw her the next morning, he mumbled a feeble "thanks" when she brought down some misdirected mail.
What do you say to the girl after hearing something like that??
Within a few days, summer had arrived in full, and she was wearing less and less.
Unfortunately, he was seeing more and more of Billy Boy.
On this steamy afternoon, Jack could recall all the times he heard the squeaking and the moaning and the way she climaxed with a deep
"Ohhhhh FUCK"
. His balls burned at thought of...
Well, if she panted like that, it wouldn't take long, he knew.
He breathed nervously as he picked up the small box sitting on the end table by his living room door.
I'll never get to feel her hot body against mine, I'll never get to suck those nipples or her toes, or get inside her. But at least I can see it happen to someone else.
He opened the door and stepped out into the front foyer. The long wooden staircase greeted him and he looked up towards the white door at the top. He fished into the right pocket of his shorts and pulled out the small key. It paid to be the trusted friend of the landlord.
At the top the steps, he slipped the key into the lock and heard that soft click which was equally as thrilling as any sexual episode. He had never thought of himself as a peeping tom or a voyeur...but he had never met anyone who looked like Laura. He'd taken chances on things before, he'd had his adventures for a quiet guy, but he was no James Bond. This was big.
He stepped into her apartment.
There was more of her in it than Billy Boy, that was for sure. She had a decorator's eye, whereas Billy Boy was a doofus with a hammer. He opened the box and removed the small pen. Buried in the back end was the small lens that shot a wireless signal down to his iMac. It was live now, the computer was recording this trip up the stairs and he'd have to do some editing once something happened in the apartment that he'd want to preserve.
He moved into their front bedroom and the desk was there, as the landlord had told him. A desk with a computer, knickknacks and office crap scattered all over it. It was Billy Boy's workspace for his job as a salesman or contactor or consultant or whatever bullshit he did. Jack knew this pen would be virtually invisible in this mess and he could always come up and grab it when they were gone. He set it inconspicuously with the others, pointing the camera end to the bed --
-- and there were voices in the kitchen.
Holy shit, what are they doing here, she was going to her car (to the store, right?) and he still had half a lawn to do. Why are they in here NOW?
Footsteps moved from the kitchen towards this room.
There was no time to stop and think. He hit the floor soundlessly and wiggled under the bedframe, mercifully high enough off the ground to let him squeeze in. He remained as quiet as he could.
Laura's pretty, tanned feet stepped into the room. She took a few steps towards the bed and stopped. He could hear that she was shuffling the clothes that had been tossed on the pink comforter. Her toes were mere inches from his face. He had an impulse to lean over and let his tongue go to work, as he did so often in his wet dreams.
That thought was cut off when Billy Boy stepped into the room.
"Ohhhh, I like that sight," he said in mock treachery.
She laughed and Jack felt the mattress bounce as she turned onto her back. The backs of her heels swung under the line of the bedframe, and as Billy advanced to the bed, her feet parted and the flip-flops dropped to the floor.
Billy could hear their wet kisses and he wondered if Billy had lifted her tanktop, if his hands were caressing those firm deliciously round breasts, tweaking her pink nipples and dipping his head so that he could lick her slender neck.
Jack's imagination was fired again and he was not prepared for what happened next. Laura's shorts came sliding down her legs, over her ankles and dropped to the floor. Billy's knees also hit the floor and, for a moment, Jack though the game was over, that he'd been discovered, that he was going to get the shit beat out of him after being dragged out from under the bed, then cuffed and driven away in a patrol car and --
Instead, her bare heels parted and Jack heard the sound of wet sucking. A wet sucking that could only come from a hungry mouth feasting on a very wet vagina.
And then, of course, came the sound that Jack had heard muted many times before.
"Ohhhhfuck, Billy... "
and a parade of breathy moans.
And then came the dirtytalk...Laura urging him to lick harder, lick deeper, to slip a finger inside her. Apparently Billy's mouth was pursed around her clit and he was humming with a straight monotone like her own personal living vibrator.
"Yes, yes, Billy, I love when you do that, suck my clit Billy, ohhh pleasee--"
And then a familiar sound as the four-poster shook.
"Ohhhhhh fuck!"
Jack held his breath and shut his eyes. It was all he could do to keep from exploding in his shorts.
A long moment passed and the intensity of Laura's panting finally lessened. Billy's knees rose from the floor with a faint crackle.
"Got to take that shower, babe," came his voice as his shoes padded away from the bed towards the door.
"I'm still hungry, baby," she whimpered.
"I gotta save it, Laura," was the answer.
What are you saving it for? You just had the opportunity that any guy would have dreamed of! You got another piece waiting for you somewhere else?
Come to think of it, Jack remembered, he was up here with another girl last week. Maybe it was a sister, maybe it was a friend, who knew, but
how can you possibly leave this girl right now???
Billy's shoes faded away and he heard a distant door shut.
Good. Now to get out of here. Maybe she'll join him, she's done that before. Then I can grab this damn pen and get my ass back downstairs and I promise I will be a good boy forever, although for fuck's sake, I
am
going to watch this recording as soon as I lock my door, don't kid yourself about that, Jackie Boy...
He waited for Laura to move and prayed that she would.
