"Damn, I can't believe you're going again," I sighed. "You've only been back, what, a few days?"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Jackie replied. "Five days. I'll be back in five days."
"But how long after that until you're back out on another business trip?" I asked. "This is getting ridiculous."
"Geez Cole, are you really doing this now?" Jackie asked sternly. "It's my job, what do you want me to do?"
Jackie and I looked at each other as I declined to respond.
"I can't do this right now I have to go," Jackie said, grabbing her carryon bag and walking out to her car.
"See you in five days!" I hopelessly called out to her.
Jackie got in her car and closed the door. She looked up to me for just a second, putting a hand up to say goodbye with as minimal effort as possible, and pulled away. I closed the front door and turned back inside.
"Another long trip?"
Abby stood right in front of me as I turned back inside, startling me. I looked at her puzzled for a moment.
"Jackie," she said. "Is she gone for a while again or will this be quick this time?"
"Oh! Yeah sorry. This one is only five days this time," I responded with sarcasm.
Abby stood, shaking her head, her wavy brunette hair tossing side to side.
"I don't know how your relationship has lasted three years like this," Abby said. "I mean hell, I moved in six months ago and I get fed up sometimes with her not being around. I can't imagine how you feel."
I looked to Abby and concentrated on what she was saying.
"Don't get me wrong," Abby quickly added, "she's very nice when she's around. It's just that. Well. I don't really see the chemistry between you two."
Abby smiled warmly, letting me know she was telling me this from concern and not out of jealousy.
"Yeah, I see where you're coming from," I told Abby. "It's hard to keep things together when we're apart all the time. But I just keep remembering how it used to be between us before she got that job a year and a half ago. Now it seems like all we do is argue in between her business trips." I paused a moment, then added, "But things will get better."
"Are you trying to convince me that this is a good relationship, or yourself?" Abby asked. She smiled at me again and shrugged her shoulders, then turned to walk back upstairs.
"Think about it, Cole!" she called back, turning to look at me for a moment. "I hate seeing you unhappy," she finished, and continued up.
I already had been thinking about it, for months now. Ever since Jackie got that job I've barely seen her. She's gone most days of the week and when she is home she's so exhausted from traveling and time differences that we barely do anything together. It's also been killing her sex drive, which has been especially hard for me. We've only had sex a handful of times over the last year, and even then she was never the one to initiate it. I started out with a much stronger sex drive than Jackie, but the difference between us has exponentially increased lately, as Jackie seemingly has no interest in it at all.
I looked up as Abby neared the top of the stairs, trying to catch a view of her ass. Abby always wore clothing that covered her figure around the house like sweatpants and sweatshirts, but I could still tell there was an amazing body hiding under those clothes. Abby got to the top and I barely caught a glimpse of her butt as she got up to the last step. Even under her sweatpants you could tell she had a firm, round ass. I listened as she walked down the hall, out of sight, stepping to her bedroom door as I heard it creak open.
The lack of sex in my life lately has caused me to fantasize about sex a lot more, specifically with Abby. Something about how adventurous and secretive it would be was a huge turn on, not to mention the fact that Abby was simply beautiful and charming with her small button nose and dark eyes. And we really did get along well together, seeing how I spend more time with her around the house than I do with Jackie.
Abby and I are also really comfortable with each other, having spent so much time together, even playfully flirting with each other from time to time. I only recently became aware of a small crush I'd developed for her, and honestly, I think she feels the same way about me.
I was starting to think Abby was right about my relationship. I mean I still care about Jackie, but we've been clearly drifting apart lately.
I realized this was a lot to take in all at once. I was still mad at Jackie for leaving so abruptly for another business trip and maybe I was over thinking things. I decided it would be good to go talk to Abby about it. She seems to have noticed me and Jackie's relationship has been rocky lately and it would help to have someone else's perspective.
I went up the stairs the down the hall to Abby's bedroom. The door was left ajar and I peeked in to see if Abby was busy. She was just lying on her bed trying to get comfortable, so I decided to just walk in.
As I lightly began to push the door open I heard a soft sigh from within.
"MMMMmmmm, yeah," Abby exhaled quietly.
Before I realized what was happening the door was opened entirely and I was a full step into the room.
And there lied Abby, her sweatshirt still on but her sweatpants were lying on the floor next to her bed, her hand beneath her underwear. I watched for what was no more than a split second as Abby's hand gestured around her pussy before she looked up to me. We made eye contact, Abby staring, lying frozen with shock, and I immediately looked away.
"Shit, shit, sorry!" I stammered, twisting my body away and out the door. "Fuck I'm so sorry Abby! The door was open and I thought you were just lying down. I still should have knocked. Sorry!"
I didn't wait for a response. I closed the door as I stepped out and walked straight to my room and onto my bed.
I could feel my cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "Holy shit!" was all I could think. Did that really just happen? I felt bad for walking in on Abby like that, but at the same time I was getting more and more turned on. In all my fantasizing about Abby I never once thought about her masturbating. In my head that just wasn't something girls did. I was shocked!
And then I was struck with a realization.
Was Abby masturbating to me? We had just finished speaking and she immediately went upstairs and started. Holy shit! I think she was!
I could feel the blood from my cheeks start to fade as it rushed to my cock causing it to swell beneath my pants. The image of Abby's hand pulsating in her underwear was embedded in my head, her long, thick, bare legs leading up to her pussy, hiding under a thin layer of cloth. I just couldn't control myself.
I unzipped my pants and lowered then below my hips, and my cock sprung to life. Fully erect in a matter of seconds, I wrapped my hand around it and immediately started pumping hard and fast. Up and down, up and down. I closed my eyes and imagined Abby masturbating. In my head I watched as her fingers moved around her pussy, in and out, in and out as I continued to pump my hand over my erection in rhythm as if I were fucking her.
"MMMMmmmmm, yeah," I hear Abby's soft, sexy voice over and over again.
Up and down, up and down. In and out, in and out.
I was ready to cum already. I hadn't been this excited about anything in a long time, and couldn't last much longer. My hand was uncontrollably jerking off my cock. I felt my orgasm building up inside me, ready to burst. I decided to try and hold out a few more seconds.
"Ohhhhhh, Abby," I whispered, imagining her pussy one last time, before I!
I opened my eyes ready to cum and in my periphery saw a figure standing at my door. I twisted my head, still jerking off, and there stood Abby, still only wearing her sweatshirt and underwear, staring at me, her jaw hanging open.
I looked up to her and we made eye contact, and in that moment a load of cum that had built up for weeks exploded out of my cock.
Abby's eyes moved towards my twitching penis, still in my hand, and stared, open mouthed, for another half second, before retreating back into the hallway.
"Holy shit, Cole!" Abby said from behind the wall. "Sorry, I just came to apologize and the door was open!"
I heard Abby's footsteps skitter down the hall and back to her own room, this time hearing the door close behind her.
I sat up in my bed, catching my breath.
Fuck, did I seriously leave my door open after what just happened? I couldn't believe the series of events that just occurred. Although I did feel bad about walking in on Abby, we were kind of even now. And even though maybe I shouldn't be, I was ecstatic about getting to see Abby masturbate. And as a bonus, I'm pretty sure she was thinking about me while she was doing it! She even seemed to enjoy herself while she was watching me.
I started to wonder how long she was watching me for. Was it only a few seconds, or longer? I imagined her watching me the entire time, enjoying herself.
I relaxed a bit, calming down from the whole situation, and began to realize how awkward our next encounter might be.
Four days until Jackie returns:
I didn't run into Abby for the rest of the day. I think we were both hiding out in our rooms, worried about what to say to the other, but the next morning started as if nothing had happened at all.
Well, almost nothing.
"Oh, uh, hey Abby," I said modestly as I walked into the kitchen, passing behind Abby as she faced the stove, cooking up some eggs. I immediately noticed Abby was wearing a long white t-shirt, but was still only wearing underwear. She never walked around without pants on like this.
"Oh, hey Cole!" Abby said. "Morning! Want some eggs? I'm already cooking some up it'll be easy to throw in a few more."
"Yeah, sure thanks," I said, opening up the fridge and grabbing some juice, poured a glass for me and one for Abby, and sat down at the kitchen table, facing Abby's back as she cooked.
Neither of us said anything for a while, and there was clearly a bit of tension between us. I watched as Abby moved around, cracking eggs and scrambling them. As she did, her curvy body shimmied side to side.
"Salt?" she asked.
"Yes please!" I replied.
Abby stood up on her toes and opened the cabinet over the stove, and reached for the salt and pepper shakers. As she did this, her shirt lifted up and I got a great view of her wide, curvy hips and round, jiggly ass. Suddenly, she turned towards me.
I quickly looked up to meet her eyes but it was too late, she had already caught me checking her out.
She smiled wryly for only a moment.
"Pepper, too?" she asked.
"Uh, Yeah, a lot, please. Thanks," I muttered.
Abby turned back to the stove where he sprinkled the salt and pepper on, and turned around with two plates. She sat down with hers and handed me mine.
"Hey, uh, sorry about that," I said. "It's just, well, I've never seen you wear anything like this around the house."
