One — Interruption
Nate and Rachel had lived on the third, or top, floor of the duplex for the last two years. They moved in just after getting married when they were both about twenty-four. A garage was on the first, or ground, floor with a small apartment behind it and a common-area laundry room tucked away as well. The two main apartments were above that, on the second and third floors. A long staircase outside led from the sidewalk to the front door. The lower apartment's door was right inside, and the upper apartment's door was at the top of another flight of stairs.
The downstairs neighbors had begun employing a maid service a month or two earlier. Nate, who worked from home, would hear them every other Monday, going into the apartment downstairs. He hadn't yet managed to look out the front windows to confirm, but by the sound of it, it was a team of two women. They usually arrived in the late mornings. As far as he could tell, the voices had sounded the same the three or so times they'd come. They'd be chatting away as they bundled their gear into the place. He'd hear them faintly through the floor as they buzzed around, and then, after about forty minutes or so, they'd clatter off. Eventually, he stopped noticing them.
One Monday morning, he was settled in at the kitchen table to plow through dozens of emails and prepare for a video chat with clients on the West Coast later that day. But he was distracted. Rachel had gotten unusually wild when they'd had sex the night before, and he found he was horny again, or maybe still horny.
He'd watched Rachel shower that morning as they talked about their plans for the week. He tried to initiate a quickie after she'd towelled off. She was still naked, putting on makeup, and he came up behind her, cupping her breasts. He had been wearing only a bathrobe, which he opened and pressed his hardening cock against her ass. "Just bend over a little more..." he suggested.
Rachel said, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry! I have to go, I'm so incredibly late... Tonight, okay? We'll play a little tonight!"
He pulled his robe closed, and said, "More of what we did last night..."
She smiled, and kissed him long and hard, feeling his eager hard-on with her hand through the robe. "Yes, please!" she said, then she rushed to her closet to dress in a hurry.
He saw Rachel off, and went to take his own shower. In his distracted state, he didn't remember to lock the apartment door behind her.
Later, he plugged his MP3 player into the stereo in the living room and queued up his workday playlist, and settled down to work, still wearing only his bathrobe. But he kept thinking about Rachel, and her lovely breasts, and her talented mouth, and her sweet hands, and her narrow but meaty ass...
Soon, he was completely hard. He pulled open his robe and began stroking his cock as he read through emails. But it was no good. He wasn't taking anything in. He shed his robe, and went down the hall to the guest room. He lay down on the daybed and started jerking off. From the hallway, without entering the room, someone would have only been able to see his lower half, from his cock to his feet.
If he had stayed in the kitchen, or if the music had been a little quieter, he would have heard one of the women out in the stairwell say, "You go back to the car and get the vacuum, I'll get started."
The other woman replied, "Which apartment?"
The first one said, "The notes say second floor. I guess that's up there."
He would have heard someone climbing the stairs and opening the unlocked apartment door.
Instead, he lay back, eyes half open, fixed on his erection. He could take all morning, so he wanted to make this last. With his left arm over his head, he caressed his cock slowly and lightly with his right hand. Then he would squeeze the base to make the veins stand out.
The first maid, Natalie, walked into the apartment. She and her partner were substitutes for the regular team. She was probably about twenty-one. Her long wavy hair was bound up in a ponytail. She carried a bucket with bathroom cleaning supplies. She wore thick sneakers and so could walk over the hardwood floors silently. The main bathroom was across from the guestroom. When she got to the bathroom, she glanced over into the guestroom, and saw Nate's naked form. His hard-on was straining in his hand as it slid up and down the shaft.
She stopped dead. She held her breath and watched the man's hand work its way up and down. She'd had slept with a few men before, but she'd never seen a man masturbating. She could feel her pussy getting damp. She leaned against the doorframe. Almost without knowing it, her free hand drifted up to cup one of her breasts.
The other maid, Barb, was in her sixties. She came in, set down the vacuum, and saw Natalie down the hall, transfixed by something in a room, her hand on her breast.
