"Same time," she said. She then turned and started walking toward her front yard.
"Okay, see you then," I said watching her head turn. She smiled sexily.
It was several hours later when my wife arrived home in a snit, something that happened at work and I knew there was no chance of a "session" tonight. I considered taking a "long" shower but decided against it, figuring my state of horniness would add something to my scheduled morning entertainment. I went to bed early but it was some time before I could fall asleep, I kept thinking about the next morning.
Fortunately my alarm did wake me up and even though I didn't sleep too well, I quickly hopped out of bed and got ready for work. I got my lunch together, said goodbye to my wife, and grabbed my computer bag and headed out to the car. I then walked to my front yard, got the newspaper and then walked back toward my car, meandering into my neighbor's yard. As I got further away from the street I moved directly over to their house and leaned against the wall next to the window.
In a few minutes the light came on and I leaned forward and looked in the window. Carol stood at the door completely naked, staring right at me. Without taking her eyes off me she walked over to the bed, climbed onto it and leaned back, opening her legs slightly. She remained motionless, just letting me look at her. My eyes moved slowly down her body, gazing first at her small breasts and the dark, erect nipples. I then followed the curve of her breasts onto her stomach, down past her belly button to the dark, furry patch of hair between her legs. It looked so soft and inviting all I wanted to do was rub my face over it.
Beneath the hair, I could see her slit as it began to open a bit. Her legs then opened and she took her right hand, reached down and gently pulled her lips apart with her fingers. The inner pink folds opened like a beautiful flower. I glanced back up at her face and she was staring at me, intently watching me watch her.
Moving her hands back up to her nipples, she slid her palms over the firm nubs in a circling motion again and again. I could hear her moan a bit and her hips began to move up and down, wanting grind against something. Wishing I was in the room with her, I watched at she then slowly moved her hand down between her legs. Carefully sliding her fingers up her slit, she paused a moment and then began moving he fingers in a general circling motion.
I moved my hand to my hard cock, but resisting the urge to pull it out and begin stroking, I squeezed it a few times through my pants while watching her move her fingers around her clit, moving faster and faster. She was lifting her hips more frequently now, as if fucking her fingers as they moved, raising higher and higher off the bed. I could tell she was getting close just in the way she moved and in the way she moaned.
Finally, she looked directly at me, whispered, "I want you to fuck me," and then she came, falling back onto the bed, her entire body trembling, her hips still pushing onto her hand. She curled up for a few moments and then stood up, once again staring at me as I looked over her body. With a slight wave, she walked toward her door, turned off the light and disappeared.
Trying to catch my breath, I limped to my car, started it up and headed toward work. For the second time in two days, my cock remained hard for nearly the entire drive. A question kept popping into my thoughts during my drive and throughout the day: "What are we going to do next?"
