Throwing the phone down I wondered who would be sending messages like that, and what they were getting at. I knew nobody had seen me arrive at Debbie's and no-one definitely saw me leave. I was too tired to let the messages stop me from sleeping, I would talk to Debbie when I saw her, and I stripped off before climbing into bed. Pulling the covers right over my head I drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how long I slept for but when I opened my eyes the light was flooding into my room, I had forgotten to close my curtains. I jumped out of bed and stretched. I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out some black jeans and a t-shirt and, after getting fresh underwear, I went to get dressed. That was when I saw someone watching me. I stared out of my window and could see someone from the house opposite peering from behind net curtains. I stood and looked back, trying to make out who it was, but they quickly moved away.
Getting dressed quickly I bounded down the stairs and out of the front door, straight to the house where the person was staring and banged on the door. After banging for a couple of minutes nobody had come to the door and I turned to walk away when my phone bleeped. Opening the message I read the words and turned back to the house.
SHAME YOU DIDN'T COME OVER SOONER I HAD TO GO OUT.
Peering through the window to see if they had really gone out I wondered who actually lived there. The house had been up for sale that long and I was sure that no-one had moved in. The house was devoid of any furniture but I supposed that someone could have bought it and were just looking around before their stuff came. I would definitely come back and catch them when they had moved in, for now though I had more on my mind.
Looking back at my house I saw my mum at the window watching me and smiling, something she never seemed to do. I nodded at her and set off to Debbie's, I needed to tell her about the messages, and about the person who was watching me.
When I got there I let myself in, as usual, and called for her. There was no answer and, thinking she must be upstairs, I went to find her. At the top of the stairs I stopped and listened, in case she was in the shower, but heard nothing. I walked along the landing towards Debbie's bedroom and knocked gently on the door. When no answer came I held my ear to the door and listened. I could hear music coming from within, very faintly, and knocked again. There was still no reply and, slowly, I pushed the handle down and eased the door open just wide enough to get my head in the room.
Debbie was there lying naked on the top of her bed with earphones on, that is why she didn't hear my knocking, and the CD player was on low. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and instead of going over to her, I stood rooted to the spot watching. Debbie was writhing on the bed two of her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy rapidly, pinching her erect nipples and flicking her tongue across them. As I stood watching my cock stiffened in my jeans. Debbie moaned loudly as she had her orgasm, shocking me as I heard her whisper my name, before removing her fingers and sucking her juices from them.
I was about to shut the door when Debbie rolled onto her side, away from my direction, and reached into her bedside cabinet. Her beautifully rounded ass was staring at me and I wondered what it would be like to slowly slide my cock deep in to her in that position. Debbie rolled onto her front and, holding what she had pulled out of the drawer, she lifted her ass slightly into the air.
I couldn't believe my eyes, or luck, as she reached behind herself and started to ease a small anal plug between her cheeks and into her ass and switched it on. Transfixed, and with a full on erection, I watched Debbie ram the plug deep into her ass screaming in pleasure.
Unable to stand and contain myself any longer I closed the door quietly and went downstairs. Pretending I had just arrived I opened and slammed the front door.
"Debbie are you here?" I called out loudly.
"Oh hi Simon I will be down in a minute put the kettle on." She called back.
"Okay and I need to ask you something when you come down."
"What is it?"
"It's okay I shall tell you when you get down." I said before walking into the kitchen.
As I waited for the kettle I got the cups ready as I heard Debbie coming down the stairs. By the time I had made the coffee and taken it into the front room Debbie was sitting on the sofa in the front room, wearing just a thin satin dressing gown.
"Are you okay Debbie?" I asked pretending not to know what she had been doing.
"Yes thanks Simon I was just...showering." She said. "What did you want to tell me?"
"When I left you this morning I had a note in my trousers." I told her.
"I didn't put it there what did it say?" She asked.
"All it said was hope you had a good night." I replied. "And at first I thought it was you but I know it can't have been."
"How do you know?" Debbie asked looking puzzled.
"Because I got exactly the same message on a text as well and I know your number."
Debbie took a sip from her coffee before moving up next to me.
"What do you think it means does someone know about us?" Debbie asked worried.
"I can't see how they can no-one saw me arrive or leave." I reassured her. "And then when I got up I got another from someone in the house opposite."
I explained how I had got up and while I was getting dressed I saw the figure across from me, but when I got there they had gone.
"It sounds like I might have competition." Debbie said draping her arm across me.
"Don't worry about that and I am not going to just go and finish what we have."
