I knew I was going to do it as soon as john revealed his plan to me.
I realised that my frustration was not just because I couldn't see everything....it was because I was ready. Ready to move on and take that first step out of fantasy and into reality. Here we had a perfect opportunity that up till this point had not been properly taken advantage of.
John's plan changed that. It was simple really. What he proposed was this. The next morning I would go about my usual routine, make sure a not so 'fresh' pair of panties was in its place, switch the camera on and then go out for a walk. Or at least, that's what neil would believe I'd done.
The plan was then for me to walk around the corner out of neil's view, as he would surely be watching my departure. Wait a moment, then return to the house and sneak back in.....to catch him in the act.
Of course, I wouldn't be angry with neil. No, I'd be very understanding..... So much so that I would.....offer him a helping hand.....so to speak.
It was daring alright.... risky. There was a lot that could go wrong. I could be seen or heard getting back in the house for instance, or worse, neil could freak out. This latter problem was most likely. Here was this desperately shy and timid man in his clients bathroom tossing off to their underwear..... about to get caught red handed. You can imagine....
But, I didn't care. I wanted this. I was ready and very, very willing.
That morning after kissing john goodbye, he whispered in my ear.
"You'll be fine.....your in control"
He kissed me back, then was gone out the door, leaving me with plenty to think about. The worst part of the day was the half hour or so after the boys had left for school but before neil arrived. My mind was awash with thoughts and emotions, it was almost turmoil. I couldn't concentrate on anything else.
The 'what if's'......oh my the what if's! They just kept coming. I was lost in a sea of nervous excitement, drowning in these 2 powerful emotions. Time and time again I went through what I was going to do, imagining alsorts. What if neil turned violent? Angry at being discovered? It was something we'd discussed the previous night but ruled it out.
Neil is shy, timid. He definitely wasn't the violent type. He was more likely to freak out and run away. But, there was always what if?
I pulled myself together and remembered John's words 'your in control'. That in itself I thought, would be a bigger problem than what it turned out to be. You see, I'm normally submissive especially in the bedroom department. But now I would be the dominant one, I would have to take control of the situation. Quickly and smoothly.
However, with neil, my dominance over him had come without even trying. He was so afraid of me.that as I mentioned earlier, he sometimes physically jumped at my presence near him. So, he would be putty in my hands.
There came a point that morning when I had explored so my scenarios in my mind that it actually got tiring. And then, just like that.....a knock at the door. Neil was here.
I greeted him like I always did and invited him inside, noticing as I did so neil's extra nervousness. He had after all, recently swiped my undies and.....done things with them.
Trying to keep the morning routine normal while a torrent of thoughts and feelings flood one's mind is quite difficult, but I managed it somehow. Not giving anything away to neil. This had to be a complete surprise to him.
Going upstairs around 10, neil was busy in the boys back bedroom sanding the skirting board down. I pretended to use the bathroom, switching the camera on then going back downstairs telling neil I was off out. A quiet.
"Ok pippa"
Was his response. Next I brushed my hair and got ready to go. It was another hot day, outside the birds were singing and not a cloud in the sky, glorious. Closing the door and walking away, knowing neil's eyes would be upon me as I made my way along the pavement....
A naughty idea suddenly occurred to me. Stopping and bending right over, pretending my lace was loose, giving him an eyeful of my bum. That morning I had my skin tight pants on. John called them 'pants in a can' as it appeared they had been sprayed onto me.
The feeling, that neil would be looking at me..... quashed any last minute nerves I had, excitement was now in full control. I love that feeling, knowing a guy's watching me, having dirty thoughts. I felt determined to carry this out.
Straightening back up I wondered off around the corner and out of view, waiting just a moment. Timing was everything, we noticed from watching the videos that he always did it right after I'd gone.
What followed next was almost surreal, it felt so odd, walking quickly back the way I'd come and....oh so carefully....going back into my own house. I got a little déja vu. Suddenly remembering how, when we lived at church view, I'd sneak upstairs to listen to mary and her young lover david next door.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, but moving as quickly as possible, I climbed the stairs back up to the bathroom I'd just been in moments earlier. Sure enough, the bathroom door was pushed to but not closed.
Neil was not in the back bedroom. As I moved silently up to the top step, a shadow moved within the bathroom confirming he was in there. This was it, it was now or never
