After last Tuesday, I tested my neighbor again on Thursday night. I invited Sabrina over and we got busy in front of the window. I watched my neighbor as I dicked Sabrina, watched her hand slide between her legs and her back arch and her throw her head back as she came.
I came hard inside of Sabrina and she came hard all over my cock.
The next morning, I called in sick, even though I wasn't. It wasn't that I had to recover from Sabrina, though it was touch and go there for a while. A lot more touch than go.
I got up early and watched my neighbor rise and shine. She looked different in the light of day. She was still the same blonde, same tan, same leggy, short short-wearing, tank top-covered woman that I had watched come home and watched masturbate in front of her window as I masturbated or fucked in front of my own.
But she was different, too.
I couldn't put my finger on it but I sure wanted to.
I watched her get in her car, wearing cut-offs and yet another tank top, her tan breasts threatening to bust out, no pun intended.
I watched her drive away and thought about some kind of scheme that I could come up with to get up close and very personal with her.
It was beyond time that we met. I could share my cock with her from afar for only so long. I wanted her to touch me, to suck me, to fuck me.
After an hour, I thought I had what was a decent plan. Maybe not the best but it might be able to fly.
I took a spare set of keys, leaving the good set on the dresser in my bedroom, and locked myself out of my house. I tossed the keys down the sewer grate and then sat on the curb, waiting for her to return.
It was two hours before she came back. She pulled up, saw me sitting on the curb and I think she might have jumped out of her skin.
She knew who I was, what we had been sharing for a little over two months now, Tuesday and Thursday nights, and I think it freaked her out that we were now face to face, so to speak, in the daylight.
"Excuse me?" I said as she exited her car, putting my hands in my pockets and sidling up to her car door.
"Yes?" She tried to act like we were strangers and, while it stung a little bit, if she had done what I was in the process of doing, I think I might have done the same thing.
"I, um, kinda locked myself out of my house and I know there's a set of keys on my dresser but, obviously, I can't get in and get them. Do you mind if I use your phone?"
She shrugged, said, "Why not?" and led me into her house, unlocking the door and ushering me into a hallway that was just off the living room where she finger-fucked herself at least two nights a week while watching me jack off.
I didn't know how long we would play this game, pretending that we were innocents, pretending like we were strangers but I hoped it wouldn't last much longer.
"Phone's in the kitchen," she told me. "Just keep going straight and then it's on the countertop to your right." Then she ran upstairs.
I picked up the phone after paging through a handy phonebook and dialed a locksmith, explained my situation and was informed that it could be a while. I asked for a definition of "a while" and was told anywhere from two to three hours. I told them I'd wait and to hurry, though, in reality, I was never in any hurry.
I walked back to the stairs and strained my ears. I could hear water running and knew where my host had gotten off to. I wanted to get off, too. I took my shoes off and silently crept up the stairs and made my way to a bedroom.
On the floor lay the short shorts and the tank top and a pair of skimpy purple panties. I could hear the water running from beyond a door that was slightly ajar and I made my way as quietly as possible to that door. I edged it open carefully and there she was, behind a glass door, naked, bathing, basking, actually, in the water coming down from the head of the shower.
Her hands were lathering her breasts and then the rest of her torso. They found their way to her sex and she washed it gently, carefully. I got hard just watching her.
I didn't want to spoil anything just now, especially since I was finally in her house. It didn't make any sense that she should get pissed off, having shared our bodies from a short distance, but I didn't want to jinx it.
So I shut the door, leaving it in the same position that I had found it, snuck out of the bedroom and then back down the stairs. I took up residence in the kitchen, not even daring to enter the sex den that was her living room.
Ten minutes later, she came down in a white bathrobe, her hair wet and comb back.
"Did you get anyone?" she asked as she joined me in the kitchen, running a hand through her blonde mane.
I nodded and told her that they said that it might be up to three hours.
She just nodded back and then, after an awkward silence, she said, "Well, you're welcome to stay here until he gets here."
"Thank you," I said.
