Chapter 11, cont'd....
Ken had left for the airport and Sue and I stayed in the pool for another hour or so, watching as the sun slipped behind the mountains to our west.
"There, did you see that?...Don't look yet," Sue admonished me when I started to raise my head to look for whatever the hell I was supposed to have seen.
"Where?" I asked as I laid back into her body.
We were on one of our loungers, on the patio, Sue sitting with her back on the inclined back-rest and her legs opened. I was sitting between her legs, my back leaning against her body, facing the same way she was. Her boobs pressed against my back, her hands soft on my tits, as she freely fondled and pinched my breasts and nipples while we watched the sun go down.
"Wait...okay; look to your left and a bit higher, don't let them see you, the pink house. Look carefully and you'll see a shimmer of light, almost like the sun's reflection on glass or a lens or something."
Sliding my eyes slowly towards the direction that she had indicated, I did see a glint of light for a split-second, gone and then back again.
"Yeah, I see it," I said, conscious, now, that someone might actually be watching us, watching me, watching my life.
"Told ya," Sue said sort of smugly, "hope they're getting off from what they've seen."
"Kinda' pisses me off," I said, taking her hands from my breasts and interlocking her fingers with my own and hugging our hands to my chest, "I mean, if my sex life is going to be on display for your pleasure, then be man, or woman, enough to introduce yourself and ask if you can play in my yard," laughing sarcastically afterwards.
"Get up," Sue suddenly commanded, getting off of the lounger when I sat up, "I need a marker and something sort of large to write on," She said walking back into the house with me trailing behind.
"What are you going to do?" I asked with a bit of concern. I mean, I lived here, not Sue.
"You'll see," She said as I helped her gather her requested items. Taking the garment-box top and opening it to lay flat, she started to write.
"There!" She said when she finished, "What do you think?"
Looking at her creation, I read:
"Like what you see? Join us or leave us alone. Keep up the spying and the next call is to the cops!!!"
"Join us???," I asked increduously.
"Well, hell, you never know, could be somebody hot," Sue replied with a chuckle, "And if they're not, the bit about the cops might scare them in stopping."
Well, that's true, I thought as I followed her back out onto the patio. Looking around the patio, Sue decided to place the sign on the hot tub's deck edge, facing towards the pink house above mine.
"Okay, I'm hungry; I mean I love your pussy, sweetie, you know that, but I need something a bit more substanial if I'm going to properly fuck you," Sue declared with a kiss to my lips afterwards, "I'm buying; let's go get cleaned up and go out for some food, okay?"
Well, Okay!
We went out for some fabulous Tex-Mex at a cantina-styled restaurant a few miles from the house. We were feeling no pain and while I had a slight buzz from the three Margaritas, I was still very much okay to drive. Trust me, if I wasn't, we would have gotten a cab.
"Strong Margaritas," Sue commented, her buzz a bit more pronounced than mine. Sue's sort of a 'cheap date' as far as liquor is concerned, not much capacity at all.
"Yeah, they were," I replied as we steadily climbed up the moutainside that was my home's home.
Swinging into my drive from the winding roadway, my headlights swept the front of my house, illuminating a female figure standing in the recessed entryway of my front door.
"What the fuck?," I said as I sped up and slid to a stop in front of my front door, blocking any escape should this mystery girl decide to try to bolt.
"Who are you? What are you doing on my doorstep?" I demanded, quickly exiting my car, clearly not thinking. I mean, what if she'd had a knife? or a gun? Looking back on it, it was really reckless on my part.
My headlights lit up the front of the house and the recessed doorway. She looked young, very young, scarily young, I thought at first glance. But, after a bit of study while she fumbled to say something, the red of embarassment spreading across her face, I realized that she was young, yes, but no younger than nineteen or twenty.
She turned out to be nineteen, but I'm getting ahead of myself, here.
"I'm sorry...I'm really, really sorry," She finally managed to say as Sue joined me near the front of my car, "I was just leaving this," raising an envelope towards me that she had in her hand.
Still looking at her, harshly, I'm sure, I took the envelope from her and ripped it open. Shaking out the folded piece of stationary, I read:
"I'm sorry for spying on you. Please don't call the police, I promise, I won't do it again."
No signature or name...
"About two years," She said in answer to my question. We were now sitting at my breakfast nook's table, Sue and I sipping wine, and Beth (that was her name) drinking water.
Brief rewind...
Sue pulled me to the side after reading the note and suggested that we cool down, cool off, ask her inside and find out what the fuck is going on.
Reasonable suggestion, so that's what I, we, did.
Beth said that when she was in High School, she was in the 'Skywatchers Club' at her school and would spend hours upon hours on her patio, with her telescope, scanning the heavens, star-gazing, planet-watching.
One night, when she was a Junior, her scope slipped down on one of its tripod legs and as she fought to right it, she looked into the eyepiece to check if any of the lenses had shifted. The lenses hadn't shifted, she said, but the scope was pointed at our patio and she caught a quick glimpse of my husband and I having sex on one of our loungers.
Hmmph! I thought.
"And no matter how hard I tried not to, I found myself watching your patio more and more," Beth said with her head down, in embarassment, in shame, no doubt.
"Oh lordy, girl, I can't imagine what you've seen," I replied, a bit flabbergasted and embarassed now, "How long has this been going on?" I asked.
"About two years," she had answered.
