Undercover Lover

Undercover Lover

By SouthernSoul_Writes

Approx 9400 words

Brief description

Your neighbor across the street has an interesting nightly visitor and you can't help but see directly into his bedroom. You know you shouldn't watch but maybe just a peek?

One line intro

Your neighbor across the street has a spicy nightly routine. Soon, you do as well.

Tags

Voyeurism Exhibitionist Toys Secret Mutual Masturbation Oral

Remote Toy Play Semi Public Orgasm

Part 1

Impatiently, I watched the clock, waiting to enjoy the view. My secret nightly treat. The man across the street would open his curtains and stand naked for a moment before taking his place in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom. A silver car would arrive a few houses down at exactly 9:45 p. m. A woman would slip through the shadows and into the house. Did she have a key? Did he leave the door unlocked? Moments later she would enter the bedroom where he waited.

I never saw them speak. She would take off her wrap and toss it on the bed. She always wore white lace lingerie with a black leather belt and straps around her waist and thighs. He always had a pillow on the floor waiting for her to drop to her knees, which she did immediately. The woman would take his soft cock in her mouth with such reverence. I couldn't see her lips but I imagined they were as soft as her grip was strong. Working him gently at first using only her mouth while he kept his hands resting on the arm of the chair.

Once he was hard, she would wrap her hand around the thick base of him and he would place his hand on top of hers.

Together they would stroke a slow, easy rhythm until his hand fell away and his head would tip back against the high-back chair. I could see her from the darkness of my bedroom, twisting her hand around his cock. I knew the routine by heart and shifted in my chair positioned at my bedroom window. Next, she would slide her mouth over the head of him. Working him harder now, his hands would slide into her hair. As her head moved over him faster, he would grab handfuls of her hair close to her scalp. Now the dance really began and she widened her knees, spreading his legs wide. Taking control of her head, pumping her down onto him with force. The pace shocked me with its speed and roughness, but they never stopped. It would culminate in a beautiful frenzy I could feel from across the street.

At last, the familiar moment each night he would lose his rhythm and I knew he was close. So close she would almost come up off her knees with the force of him but he never lost his grip on her head.

I always knew the exact moment he lost control from the quiet darkness of my bedroom. I couldn't help but gasp as his upper body tensed, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent cry... at least silent for me. The woman would then gently and purposefully clean up every drop before sitting on her feet. Placing her head in his lap, where he would gently lay his palm over her head, stroking her hair. After a minute, he would take his hand off, signaling that their time was up. She always placed a kiss on the inside of his right thigh and he placed a kiss on her forehead. She covered up with her wrap and the late night undercover lover quietly slipped away as she arrived.

Afterwards he would pad naked to the bathroom and return a minute later and slip into his bed. That signaled for me to leave my post at the window, closing my own blinds. I had my own routine now. After throwing my robe onto the foot of the bed, I dropped my soaking-wet panties into the hamper, then crawled into my bed.

Part 2 Neighbors

He was tall, I would guess at least six feet. We lived directly across from each other at the end of our street. I knew his first name, what car he drove and that he moved in six months ago. The late-night visits began a few months later, at least, that's when I noticed them. Nobody else ever visited him or came and went, so he lived there alone. Why did the woman park down the street and sneak into the house in darkness? Why the secrecy?

We introduced ourselves briefly once when we met on the street in front of our houses. Otherwise, we'd only exchanged a few nods or hellos in passing. I bumped into him in the street a few weeks ago. He smiled warmly and asked how I was while collecting his mail. I could feel myself turn red but hopefully he thought it was just because I was rushing. His voice was even warmer than his smile. It had a low rumble to it that sent my stomach fluttering. I had to say to myself repeatedly, he doesn't know. He doesn't know. He doesn't know. I'm very careful to turn off all lights when I take my place at my window. Why did I feel like he knew? Guilty conscience, that's why. Who even are you? Watching a neighbor in intimate acts every night.

I was never overly adventurous in my sex life, but I was far from a nun. I had not done anything remotely voyeuristic before. The first night I saw the woman slipping through the dark, I was curious but I wondered if she was a date or girlfriend and honestly didn't give it much thought. Then, a few nights later, just before turning in, I looked out my bedroom window and saw her enter his room and take off her wrap. I immediately shut my blinds, embarrassed to have witnessed her dropping to her knees in front of him as he sat the chair. I stood there in my room breathing a little fast at the idea of them having sex across the street where I could see. You can't peek! I told myself. Curiosity got the better of me, though, so I peeked, but only for a minute, before finishing getting ready for bed. Sleep was a long time coming because my mind kept wandering across the street.

The next night I thought it unlikely she would appear again but she did. This time I couldn't turn away. I stood to the side of my window watching with my hand to my neck as if clutching imaginary pearls. I could feel myself blushing furiously and kept thinking how wrong this was but damn it was hot. I kept saying to myself I would stop, look away and not watch. I didn't. This went on for almost two weeks before I finally admitted defeat and pulled up a chair. I never imagined observing this nightly ritual would affect me so. The first evening I watched, this nightly ritual turned me on, and probably a little mortified about it. Soon, though, I found after he slipped into his bed and I slipped into mine I couldn't sleep. I kept replaying what I saw in my head and was so aroused I ached. That's when my nightly routine gained a finishing touch once I was in my own bed.

Until the evening she didn't show up.

I waited, practically holding my breath to see if she was simply running late. At 10:05 I saw him rise and disappear out of the bedroom. As I lay in my bed that night, I was disappointed and fully realized how much a part of my night this had become. Not just watching or touching myself later. It was... so intimate. I no longer felt like an uninvited guest or dirty for spying. I adored these two. Their interaction. The care. The soft touches. Of course I wondered about them. Who were they to each other? Why was this all they did? She pleasured him every night and in the beginning I felt bad for her never receiving satisfaction. I soon realized, though, this was her pleasure. The way she moved, the way she touched him... she loved every second of it. I was awake most of the night wondering where she was.

The house remained dark the next evening. I didn't see his car pull in and had the sense that the house was empty. Again, I couldn't sleep. I even tried a toy to bring the release I thought would satisfy me, but it didn't.

Part 3 Does He Know

On the third night, I could tell he was home and, as usual, I headed for the bedroom just before 9:40. I slipped into my robe and turned out the lights and hovered near the window. His light in his bedroom was on but I didn't see him. Suddenly he stood from the chair in the corner and I gasped, not realizing he had been sitting there. He walked to the window and stood completely naked. God, he was sexy. It wasn't so much his body type but the way he carried himself. There was a sureness about him. He seemed like the type man that did not do things he didn't enjoy and was sure of what he enjoyed.

He was just standing at the window looking out. He stretched his arms up above his head, arching his back and I saw his cock was semi-hard. That's when he looked right at me. I gasped out loud again. No, he couldn't know I was here. He couldn't see me, no way. It was just where he happened to be looking, I assured myself. He braced his left arm against the window, leaning on it slightly. Well. That was sexy.

His right hand trailed down his chest and his fingers wrapped around his cock. I dropped into my chair with my mouth open. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a moment. A few slow sure strokes and he was completely hard now. Opening his eyes, he looked down and rubbed his thumb over the tip and all the air left my body. Now with firmer strokes pulling harder as his hand slid away from his body. Already soaked through my panties, I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. This was.... This was unexpected. Was he just going to jerk off standing in front of his window? Further back in the bedroom, where people couldn't see, unless like me, they were directly in front of his window was one thing.

I realized he wasn't bracing with his left arm any longer and his left hand was rubbing his chest. I saw him tweak his nipple. Without even thinking my hand slipped into my robe and pinched mine.

I shifted in my seat, clenching my thighs together, not taking my eyes off him. His pace slowed and I felt like my heart would beat out of my chest as he made deliberate sensual strokes squeezing every inch of himself.

Then he stopped suddenly and removed his hands from himself completely. He leaned his head closer to the glass and looked right at me again and smiled before turning away and turning the lights off. What had just happened? Did he know? He couldn't know. My heart hammered in my chest. I practically dove into my bed and hid under the covers. I tried to sleep but my body thrummed. What a lovely cock he had. I laughed at myself for thinking it but damn it was. Sleep was impossible the way my body was one big bundle of aroused energy. I pulled out my favorite wand and soon came so hard thinking about what it would be like to stroke his cock and feel it in my hands and mouth.

Part 4 Intimate Strangers

The next evening at 9:40 p. m., he was in his chair already stroking his cock. I took my place in my chair as he leaned his head back enjoying himself. He stroked, twisted and every now and then I'd see his mouth open and I longed to hear the sounds he made. Did he moan? Gasp or sigh? I just knew he would sound delicious. Then I did something I hadn't done before, I pulled open my robe. I already slipped out of my underwear before taking my place. My fingers trailed between my thighs where I was already slick. Dipping my fingers into my wetness, I began to circle my clit, applying just enough pressure. It felt so intense and I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, but I wanted to watch him more. His eyes were open now and staring towards the window. I wondered what his thighs would feel like beneath my palms. The hair of his legs brushing against my arms as I slid my hands over him. What did he smell like? How would he taste?

It wasn't long before I could tell by the tension in his legs and upper body he was close. Having seen him come too many times not to recognize the signs. How could I know something so intimate about a stranger? Knowing I was about to witness that beautiful, personal moment set every nerve ending on fire. I saw his head go back in a silent cry and I broke apart under my own fingers at the same time. My own head involuntarily thrown back, thinking about how I wish I could be there to clean him up. After two nights of fitful unrest, I had the best nights sleep.

I could barely concentrate the next day. I kept replaying us both touching ourselves in our own houses at the same time. Like a cat and mouse going round and round the same thought chased itself through my mind. He doesn't know. He must know, but how could he know, why else would he do this?

I barely touched my dinner that night in anticipation. Was this to be the new nightly routine? As I prepared my lunch for the next day, my doorbell rang.

He was standing at my front door. Oh God, I panicked. He knows! He knows and is here to confront me! I stood frozen in my entryway while he was mere feet from me separated by a door. He called out my name and I knew I had to open the door. My heart raced and my mouth went dry. I could feel my face flaming. I took a steadying breath before unlocking and opening the door. He smiled easily, "Hey." I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. He reached out his hand with an envelope. "Some of your mail was in my box by mistake. I just thought I'd bring it over." Finally my brain and mouth began working again and I reached for the envelope.

I said thank you as his fingers brushed mine. I almost dropped it, praying I didn't look as flustered as I felt. I nervously tried to tuck my hair behind my ears as he studied me intently. I was locked down as he backed off my porch. My brain screamed at me to say something but my mouth simply wouldn't work. Hope you have a relaxing night" and he winked before disappearing into the darkness.

I felt sure he could hear my heart hammering from across the street. I had to sit down I was so worked up. I looked down at the letter and it was just junk mail. Obvious junk mail. So why bring it to me? I ran my fingers over the envelope and brought it up to my nose. It smelled like cologne so I closed my eyes to breathe it in. Dear Lord, what was wrong with me?

I was still shaking as the adrenaline started to fade. I have to stop this, I thought to myself. If he really does know, how can I possibly go to my window tonight.

Part 5 Unashamed Pleasure

I was so nervous that I seriously considered not even going into my bedroom. My heart was still racing and I felt as though I'd been caught. Why? It's wasn't like he couldn't pull his curtains. Buy some blinds. Turn off his light. He didn't; he didn't do any of those things so he wanted me there, wanted me to watch and maybe to even play along. That is if he even knew. I still wasn't convinced. I had to go. Had to see if he was there. His light was on but I didn't see him in the room. A moment later he came striding in completely naked and confident as always. He had a drink in his hand this evening and stood at the window with the other hand on his hip, looking my way. I wondered what he was thinking. After a few sips, he set the drink down and looked straight at me. My stomach flip flopped. He widened his stance and then... it took me a minute to process but he spit in his palm.

"Fuck!" I whispered.

I know my mouth fell open when he wrapped his fingers around himself, spreading his saliva around. He began to stroke and slid his other hand down to cup his balls. I gasped out loud. I know he did this every night but... this. This was even bolder somehow. In front of the window, feet planted firm while he pleasured himself. It made me feel shy and nervous but also envious. Just unashamed self-pleasure. I pulled my robe open and scooted to the end of my chair. I spread my legs wide there in the dark and ran my hands all over. Down my neck and over my breasts feeling their weight. I squeezed and rolled them in my hands feeling the pull down to my core. My fingers slid over my stomach and sides slipping over my hips and the outside of my thighs. My hands wandered to my knees and made their way up my inner thighs. I knew, before even touching myself, I was wet and so turned on, I had to fight not to clamp my thighs together to get even a little bit of pressure and friction that my body needed.

He was still stroking with a steady quick rhythm, faster than his normal pace. I knew once I touched myself, it would not take long before I was over the edge. God this was so fucking hot! My brain threatened to take over with what are you doing and what is happening to you but I shut it down and just enjoyed the sensations. I let my hands slide over my body and felt his pleasure through watching him. Tonight, no toys, just my fingers slipping in and out. My hand was already wet and I tilted my pelvis in the chair for better access. I tried to breathe and tried not to go too fast but my body felt so needy. Desperate. It had been building all day and it craved that blessed relief. I saw him shift his weight as if losing his control and I began the slow dance around my clit. His head dropped in concentration as he gave in and leaned one arm against the glass to support himself. The energy between us was stretched across this calm sleepy street and at both ends we burned ready to explode.

The tension pulled every muscle in my body tighter and I fought to keep my eyes on him. I could see his chest heaving and his pace became frantic. I was there, so close just right on that edge when he looked up straight into my eyes and that sent me falling over that cliff as wave after wave pulsed through me and noises escaped my throat that I'd never heard before.

He rested there against the window for a few moments before disappearing into the bathroom. My muscles still danced and jumped as I tried to catch my breath. Reappearing moments later with a towel. He smiled so big and tossed his head back and I could tell he was laughing. That's when I knew, without a doubt, he did know. My secret was no secret. Had it ever been?

Part 6 Show Myself?

I lay in bed turning over the knowledge that he knew I watched. I wasn't sure if he could see me somehow, but he definitely knew. Now what? Surely, he won't stand at his window every night at risk for someone walking by. I fell asleep with a lot of questions.

I arrived home from work, the next night and walked out to the mailbox to grab the mail. On top of my mail, was a half sheet of paper folded. Precise handwriting on the note said "Thank you for joining me. Maybe one day you'll consider a little bit of light? I'll meet you at our spot same time as always."

I stood staring at the note for a minute until my brain kicked in and I rushed inside. Leaving the note on my dining table, I proceeded to give it a lot of space while I did things about the house. When I sat down to have my dinner, it stared at me from the table. OK, so I already knew that he knew. He wants to continue, obviously. Light? Where he can actually see me? Where people from the street could see me? Who am I kidding, very rarely did anyone walk up and down our street. There were no children nearby that were out and about. Could I? Would I?

I contemplated my bedroom wondering if I was seriously considering this. I had an idea and I draped my robe over the chair that sat in the window. I turned on my bedside lamp and once it was dark, I went out in my front yard and looked. The light was across the room from the window so it wasn't bright, just a soft glow. I could see my robe though pretty well on the chair. My heart was racing and I went back inside insisting to myself no, absolutely not. I am not going to do this. An hour later I turned off my bedside lamp and turned on the light in my closet. Heading back out to the yard again, I was aware he could be watching me thinking what an idiot. The light from the closet was even less than the lamp. Yes. Maybe I could do that. I think he would be able to only see that I was there, not every detail.

Back inside my bedroom, I stared at that chair for a few minutes before throwing myself down on my bed with my hands over my face. What was I doing? I paced the house up until almost 9:40. I couldn't do this, I was chickening out. I'd already turned off the lights in my bedroom. The note said someday, today wasn't that day.

When he entered his room, he was still dressed. Curious, I watched him move about the room and it appeared he took off his watch and shoes and socks. Then he adjusted the lighting. Instead of his normal lights, he did something so that his room wasn't as lit up and softer with more shadows. He had my full attention while he loosened his tie and pulled it from around his neck slowly. I eased into my chair completely enthralled.

Part 7 The New Nightly Routine

He rubbed a hand over his face like he was tired and through his hair mussing it. Even that was sexy when he did it! Next, he unbuttoned his dress shirt and as he reached the halfway point, he smiled, giving me a little wink, making me chuckle.

Shrugging off the shirt, he stretched both arms over his head and rotated his hips as though he were stiff. Maybe he sits at a desk all day? He unbuckled his belt but didn't take it off, instead he popped the button on his slacks, pausing to look in my direction. When he tilted his head slightly, I knew he was wondering how to get me to turn the lights on.

Taking a deep breath, I walked to my closet muttering to myself, "You can do this!" Turning the closet light on, I gnawed at my bottom lip before pulling the door partially closed. I slowly made my way back to the chair, where I could see he was grinning and he gave a quick nod. He seemed to think for a moment before he raised his thumb up to his bottom lip and rubbed it back and forth. I don't know exactly how I knew but he wanted me to do the same. My fingers trembled a bit as I raised them to my lips, tracing them lightly. Before I had time to even think about it, I slipped my thumb between my lips, sucking on it before mimicking him and rubbing it along my bottom lip.

His gaze was intense as his hand slid down from his neck over his chest slowly, where he brushed his thumb over his nipple. My heart rate kicked up a notch as I slipped my damp fingers inside my robe, first brushing over my nipples then gave them a pinch. The approving nod again gave me the confidence to continue. I lifted my breasts, squeezing both of them hard. Every touch felt heightened, and I realized I had my legs clamped together tightly. I watched him slide his hand down into the front of his pants, where he rubbed himself. Parting my thighs, sliding my hands over my breasts and stomach. The need aching between my thighs was making me breathless. He squeezed his cock through his underwear, and I couldn't stop the moan that slipped from my lips.

Brushing my fingers lower, rubbing myself over my robe, my hips shifted instinctively. He tugged his pants and underwear lower on his hips, lifting himself out and I gasped, then laughed at myself. As if you haven't seen it before, I thought to myself. This was different, though. This was not secret; this was intentional and shared. No more hiding how much I loved watching this man; in fact, it was an acknowledgment. We were doing this together.

He was clearly ready but I felt shaky and nervous. Scooting to the edge of my chair, I took a deep breath before slipping my hand lower beneath the robe. I held that breath before dipping my fingers into the waiting wet heat. That was it, almost as if a match was struck between us, burning so quickly that everything else faded away.

I matched his pace and it wasn't long before we were both coming so hard we had to fight to keep our eyes on each other. He stood there watching me for a few moments as I sat, palm against the window, trying to slow my breathing. His lips lifted in a gorgeous smile and then he did something I wasn't expecting at all. He blew me a kiss and left the window.

Just like that we had a new nightly routine. Until a week later when I found another note in my mailbox.

PART 8 Let Me Hear You

Over the weekend I gathered my mail and saw another note. The same half sheet of folded paper with "I'm out of town this week, no pressure at all but here is my number if you're interested in hearing instead of seeing."

Did I want to hear him? Hell yes, so badly. But. That would mean he could hear me. Could I? I stared at the note but couldn't work up the nerve for the first three nights.

I missed our nightly routine so much more than I anticipated. I put his number in my phone telling myself I had no intention of calling him. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling, all I could think about was his chest and shoulders and how they moved and tensed... why was I torturing myself?

My body craved the release and the excitement that our encounters provided. It seemed to be programmed now for the anticipation.

I huffed and snatched my phone off the nightstand typing out, "Hi." I couldn't think of what else to say so I hit send. I miss you? I can't sleep? I'm horny as fuck? Sighing, I put the pillow over my face and hoped he didn't answer. Ding! My notification chimes. I opened one eye and saw "Hi gorgeous. I've missed you." How did he even know it was me? I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. What should I reply? I shouldn't say I've missed him, should I? I have though. I typed out, "I've missed you too" and closed my eyes to hit send. "I'm glad. Having trouble getting to sleep?" was his reply. "I am." I sent back. Quickly a reply came back. "Maybe I can help. Are you in bed?" My pulse quickened as I confirmed, "yes." "In your robe?" he asked. I held my breath while typing out, "No, not wearing anything." "Lovely. I so enjoy how you watch me. Your eyes greedy and never looking away. That first night you turned on your lights for me... God I didn't think I'd last when you slid those hands inside your robe.

Do you want to tell me what you want or would you rather I guide you?" My stomach flip flopped. "You tell me please." "Would you like me to call and talk you through it or are you more comfortable with text?" I froze, I couldn't decide. Then another text came in, "I can walk you through it, you don't have to say anything if you don't want, but I would love to hear you moan for me. Would that be OK?" The excitement started flowing through my body and I could feel goosebumps starting up my arms. "Yes, that would be OK." I barely had time to take a deep breath and my phone started to vibrate.

"Hello?" I really hoped that didn't sound as breathy as I thought it did. "Hello gorgeous." That deep tone sent the butterflies scattering in my stomach. "If you will put me on speaker so your hands are free and rest your hands on your stomach for me. Take a few deep breaths for me." I did as instructed and he said gently, "That's my good girl."

The physical response those four words drew from my body was shocking. The tiny hairs on my arms stood up and my skin felt cold while my insides went hot. What just happened my brain practically shouted.

Completely unaware my body was glitching, he continued, "I love the way your eyes drink me in but I can't help but wonder how you would feel under my hands. How you sound when you squeeze those breasts. Bring those hands up for me and squeeze them." I did as instructed but didn't realize I was holding my breath and trying to remain quiet. "I can't hear you, so you aren't squeezing hard enough. Harder." He commanded and his voice took on a different tone. I squeezed harder, hard enough to let the breath I was holding out. "Now, put those lovely fingers in your mouth and get them nice and wet. Remember, let me hear you." I sucked and licked my fingers, getting them wet and was rewarded with a little "Mmm" from him.

He instructed me, "play with those nipples for me, babe. I want you to pinch, twirl and pull them. I want them nice and hard for me." I did as asked and was lost in the sensations. "Close your eyes and imagine I'm tugging at those nipples. Just hard enough to make you cry out." I pulled harder than I had ever dared, and a gasp escaped. On the other end of the phone, I heard a low moan from him. "That's it, I want you to feel good, babe." I heard a sigh from him and realized he was playing along. Even though I was nervous, I managed, "tell me what you're doing." He chuckled and my stomach did a little free fall. "babe that little gasp was so hot, I had to start stroking myself." I smiled in the dark of my bedroom, squeezing my breasts again hard.

I heard him spit and another gasp slipped out before I could stop it. "Sorry babe, I hope that doesn't bother you, just needed..." he trailed off and I assured him it didn't bother me. "I would love to feel your mouth wrapped around me but tonight is about you. Tell me gorgeous, are you wet for me?" I wasn't concerned with my breathy "Yes" this time.

"Slide your hand down and tell me just how wet you are." I did as instructed, testing to see how my body was responding to his voice. I couldn't hold back the moan at the feel of my fingers, "wet enough that my thighs are slick." I heard him suck air in through his teeth and he groaned, "fuck." "Tell me gorgeous, when we play at the window, you are just using your fingers, right? Not a toy?" Once I told him he was correct, he said, "slide those fingers between your lips and feel that sweet pussy for me." As I did, I could hear his breath catch from stroking himself. "Now, slow circles but do not touch that clit yet." A whispered "OK" was all I could manage, the sensations were taking over my brain as well as my body. "I am so fucking hard for you, babe, I love those sounds you're making. Will you slide a finger in for me?" He asked. "I will," I whispered but the moan escaped involuntarily as I slipped my finger inside myself. "That's my good girl, imagine it's my finger sliding in and out of that wet pussy.

I could hear his wet strokes through the phone as I tried to stay focused on listening and following instructions. "Faster babe," he instructed. I laid the phone lower on my stomach and pumped my finger in and out hoping he could hear. "Jesus Christ! He exclaimed and I heard his breath stutter. Oh, he liked that and I loved that he liked it. I could hear his pace pick up slightly and he asked, "can you do two fingers?" "Mmmhmm," was all I could manage, as I added a finger. He stroked and I pumped and we listened to each other breathe for a minute. "Babe, I'm so fucking hard. I want to hear you come for me. Will you do that for me?"

I think my body melted into the mattress at that point but I managed, "I will." His breath sounded shaky when he said, "Watching you in that window is so goddamn hot but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to know what you sound like. I want you to rub that clit for me, Babe. Rub that clit just like you do in front of that window for me and let me hear you and don't you dare hold back." I rubbed, dipped and circled and didn't hold back anything.

"That's it, you are driving me fucking insane gorgeous, you sound incredible. Tell me, does it feel good?" I wasn't sure if the yes I answered passed my lips because I was so close. "Be my good girl and come for me NOW!"

Stars exploded behind my eyelids and when I came back to myself, I had no idea where the phone was. The sheets tangled at my feet and my body still pulsing electricity hard enough to make me cry out again. I found the phone and could hear heavy but slow breaths on the other end. His deep voice on the other end, "are you OK?" I realized I'd nodded and not answered out loud and then of all the things, I erupted into giggles and he laughed with me.

Part 9 The Present

When my phone alarm went off the next morning, I saw a text notification. "Thank you, I loved hearing you, you sounded so fucking hot! Have a great day, gorgeous!" Smiling, I pulled the blanket over my head.

Later that day, he asked if I would send him a photo of my toys so that he would know what we could play with. As I sent the photo, I thought, well, add this to the list of things I never thought I'd do.

We had phone calls up until the night he was flying home. He assured me he couldn't wait to see me in the window once he was home. I wondered how long we could keep this up. Surely he would get tired of our nightly routine. The idea that he might sent a wave of sadness through me. I scolded myself and said out loud. "Don't get attached. Remember, not long ago he had someone else to play with."

The next day, I struggled to concentrate on my work. I knew that night I would meet him at our spot in the window and see him again. Would I miss the phone and hear his breath catch? Hear that rumble voice call me gorgeous and the exquisite sounds he made when he came. When he came for me, I thought and pressed my thighs together under my desk. Without a doubt I would.

There was a package on my doorstep when I arrived home. I inspected the plain box that had a note taped to it with my name and "For tonight." My mouth fell open when I opened it and saw a smaller box. "A toy?" I gasped out loud. A note included said, "charge me and download the app." App? I gnawed on my lip... oh wow! So this is really why he wanted a photo of my toys to see what I had. After excitedly unboxing the toy, I cleaned it and put it on to charge. As instructed, I also downloaded the app and poked around.

Programmable? I was nervous and excited all at once. A little while later, I received a text and he walked me through giving him access. The toy had dual vibrators, one for internal and one for external. When I thought about him controlling it, I would practically break out in a sweat. He messaged me before our meeting time and said it might be a good idea to go ahead and put it in so that I could get used to it and be ready. Ready? Jesus! Trust me, I was more than ready.

I found I was nervous about tonight. A few short weeks ago, I never imagined doing this where he could see me, let alone have control over a vibrator inside me. Hesitantly, I made my way to the window, and he was already there. Seeing him, shirt unbuttoned halfway and tie loosened around his neck I swear my heart rate surged. He had a drink in one hand and a smile. The fingers wrapped around his whiskey glass drew my attention. What would his fingers feel like wrapped around me?

I put my hands in the pocket of my robe nervously, as he didn't seem in a hurry, letting his gaze drink me in. I eased down into the chair, which made me very aware of the toy. I must have shifted in the chair because his smile turned into a smirk. Suddenly he seemed eager, sliding off the tie and the drink disappeared. He held up his phone and my notification dinged. "I'm turning it on, if you need me to stop raising your hand in a fist." I looked up at him and nodded and I felt the vibrations start gently.

His belt and shirt came off as I adjusted to the sensations. He was watching me very closely and the pattern changed on the toy. The sudden shift made me gasp. Feeling self-conscious, I was unsure what he expected from this new game we were playing. I felt as though I really didn't know the rules. The vibration intensity kicked up, suddenly rocking me back in my seat, bracing my hands on my thighs. My notification dinged and his message said, "Can I hear you? Only if you are comfortable but God, I really want to hear you." I was riding the sensation but nodded and immediately he called.

I swiped, accepting the call and hitting the speaker button. "You are doing so well, gorgeous, and you're already driving me out of my fucking mind. Get out of your head and enjoy yourself for me." His warm voice slid over me. "Stop holding your breath, you must breathe." I did as instructed and rewarded with a "Good girl," causing me to clench around the vibrator harder and, in turn, gasp. "Untie your robe, you don't have to open it. I want your hands on those tits." There was a slight change in tone that sent chills up the back of my neck and I didn't hesitate. "You can do better. Squeeze, harder!" I did and couldn't stop the moan that slipped between my lips. The pattern changed suddenly, I cried out clamping my thighs together but he quickly ordered me to open them wide. The intensity skyrocketed, and I couldn't sit still. "Does that feel good?" he purred through the phone.

I managed a nod but then the intensity dropped, and I took a deep breath. "Tell me, do you like your new toy?" I didn't even have to look at him to know he was smiling; I could hear it in his voice. As I started to answer, the vibrator on my clit went full throttle and I almost shot out of the chair. I curled my fingers around the seat of the chair, anchoring myself to it. "I didn't hear your answer." He said softly. I managed a rough "yes" as I fought the urge to bring my thighs together. Another pattern change to a steady pulse. "That's my good girl. Tilt those hips and rock with it. Don't think. Do it!"

I did as he said and was shocked at the way my body responded to the movement. He said, "I would love to pin your wrists down and torture you with toys and my tongue." The pulsing slowed and as the intense pleasure faded slightly, I looked up to see him. His face was almost fierce and his cock was in his hand. "Do you remember what to do if it's too much?" he asked.

"Yes, raise my fist." Nodding, he said, "Remember to keep those thighs spread wide for me. Are you enjoying yourself gorgeous?" Nodding again, I tried to adjust in my chair because I knew there would be more to come and I was right. Within seconds the pattern started switching up again, building in intensity. His voice was a little less controlled when he said, "You know, you could even wear this to work and I could play with you all day." The thought of sitting at my desk while he secretly teased me made everything in my body tighten and my back arch. "Would you be able to keep quiet for me while you worked?" he asked. "Maybe we will find out, but not now. I want to hear every single moan. I couldn't breathe around the intense pleasure from the vibration against my clit. All I managed to squeak out was "I am" before my orgasm slammed into me, dragging me over the edge into freefall. Somewhere in the distance, my brain managed to register his growling "Fuuuck" as he came with me.

Part 10 Am I Really Doing This?

Our nightly routine now included the phone so we could talk and hear each other. I often thought it was probably a little crazy. He was right there, so close yet we were watching and listening in different houses. Some nights we played with toys and others we didn't. The phone added the element of communication so that we could ask, "do you like this?" or "I love when you do that." It also added the ability to flirt during the day if we wanted. It wasn't daily; we both had busy jobs, but it helped us get to know each other better.

A week after he gifted me the toy, he sent a text that included a lingerie website with log in information. The text said, "Gorgeous, I would love to spoil you if you are OK with it. I took the liberty of picking a few things I really like and if you like them, simply choose the correct size. If not, feel free to pick whatever you are comfortable with. No strings attached and I won't be offended if you choose not to."

I was shocked. He wanted to buy me lingerie. At first my brain said absolutely not; I can buy my own. After a day or two of thinking about it, I realized yes, I was perfectly capable of purchasing my own but if he wanted to do something nice for me, where was the harm. He'd selected a bra and panty set with a matching silk robe in bright cobalt blue. A garter belt and thigh highs were also in the cart. Honestly, I loved what he had picked out, so I modified the sizes and let him know.

When the package arrived, I was so excited, I tried everything on immediately and planned to wear the matching set the next night for him. The next morning, as I was getting ready for work, he sent a text. "Wear your toy to work." I felt my heart kickstart. Really? I was nervous and excited at the same time. I did as instructed and replied to his text, "yes sir!" I received a "good girl" back and I was a little embarrassed at how it sent tingles through me.

Before lunch he text asking what I was doing. I was just doing desk work and I let him know that. Within a minute the toy started to vibrate on a low setting. He played with the settings, sometimes stopping altogether. During lunch he called. He didn't usually call and when I said hello, he turned the toy up higher and I let out a little gasp. "Hey, how are you?" he chuckled. I tried to keep my voice steady and not let him know how much he was getting to me. He asked what I was having for lunch and I had to pause midway through answering. I knew my breathing was fast but there was no slowing it down with the vibrator humming against my clit. "Everything OK?" he asked cheekily. I was worried I would have a wet spot through my clothes and told him so. His reply was simply "mmmm."

By four p. m. I was almost out of my mind.

I begged him. "Please, I'm going to come at my desk if you don't stop." He didn't stop but he did slow it down and give some breaks. He asked me to let him know when I would be driving and to turn it off, obviously for safety. I could not get to my car fast enough. My entire body was so stimulated, breathing rough, nipples hard and I was soaked.

When I texted that I would be turning it off to drive. My phone immediately started ringing. "You sound very breathy sweetheart are you OK?" I panted, "I am not! You've been edging me all day!" That low rumbly laugh again did nothing to calm the response my body was having. "Are there people in the parking lot?" he asked softly. I swallowed hard. "Not at the moment but there will be." "Don't turn it off just yet. You've been such a good girl for me today. Does my good girl need to come?" The yes was tumbling out of my mouth before I could consider what I was saying.

Part 11 In the Parking Lot?

Immediately the intensity went up on the toy, and I squeaked gripping the steering wheel. "Here?" I exclaimed looking around again. "Oh yes, babe. Right there. Right now. You sound so desperate. Is your needy wet pussy ready to come for me?" I was already tightening around the toy, all my muscles vibrating with tension. I couldn't manage a reply because I was fighting to hang on to the last thread of my control over the orgasm that was threatening to overtake me.

I stumbled over my words, "but there are people." "Don't worry about them, babe, if that pussy is aching to come, I need you to tell me. Ask permission." His tone changed from less playful to commanding. Shakily, I tried to answer but it took a couple of tries. "Yes, yes please. Please let me come!" I heard that low grumbly sound in his throat and he calmly said, "do it."

My eyes were on the two people walking from the other side of the parking lot but my body understood completely that command and was going ahead without me.

I whispered, "fuck!" and held the steering wheel as rings of pleasure rolled through me. My lower body shook and even though I was fighting not to let go and be loud, a strained moan escaped my throat. I gripped the steering wheel hard and I managed to keep my eyes open but I saw nothing but golden bursts of light.

As the orgasm subsided, I sat there panting and sweating. At this point I'd forgotten I was in a public parking lot. His voice cut through the fog in my brain. "I have to go, don't drive until you're ready, I'll see you tonight. Oh, and you are so fucking hot I'm not going to be able to get up from this desk for a long time." He was gone.

I was ready in our spot in my new lingerie and robe right on time. I felt pretty and sexy and couldn't wait to see his reaction. I had the robe tied closed for now. He appeared in the window and my phone began to ring. "Hi gorgeous. Is that your present? He was smiling and his eyes lit up. I nodded instead of answering. "I love the color on you, damn you are sexy. Do you like it?" I could hear the hope in his question. I did a little twirl and happily assured him I did. As I turned back towards the window, I saw headlights pulling up across the street and I stopped in my tracks.

Nobody ever came down this far typically, since it was a dead end. He asked another question but I didn't hear him because I watched a woman get out of the car and walk towards his house. I immediately recognized the walk, the woman and the wrap she wore. It was the woman who used to visit him every night.

I raised my hand to point but she was ringing his doorbell. I saw him frown and he said hang on, someone was at the door. My heart was in my stomach. This isn't happening!

Now? She comes back now! I sank down into the chair as I watched him open the door and heard him through the phone say, "Oh! Hello!" I quickly reached for my phone and disconnected the call. She was going INSIDE! He invited her inside? I stood up and fled the room.

Part 12 Wait, What?

It felt as though a ping pong ball was bouncing off the walls of my brain. He isn't yours. It's not like you've even spent time together. Well, we have, maybe not physically but it was still time. Conversations. Laughs. Sighs. Today! Oh my God today! I stood in my kitchen fighting back tears. Then my brain shifted into protection mode. You'll be fine. This was just fun. Your life was perfectly fine before... but a few of the tears escaped rolling down my cheeks. One slid down, dropping to my chest into the laces of the gorgeous new bra. I need to take this off!

I headed for my bedroom but stopped short. I couldn't go in there. I couldn't stand it if they were in his bedroom. What if she was kneeling on the floor between his legs the way she used to... "Shit!" I cursed out loud.

The doorbell rang. I closed my eyes and fought against the roar of the blood rushing in my ears. "I don't have to answer it." I whispered out loud. But... if that is him, that means she didn't stay. I padded to the front door where he stood on my porch. He looked around and nervously knocked on the door. I brushed the tears from my cheeks and braced myself before opening it.

Standing there with hands clenched, I couldn't read the look on his face. "Hey," he said and I just stared at him. He smiled and I felt something loosen in my chest. "Can I come in?" he asked, already moving forward but I stood my ground and didn't move. "Please?" his smile softened. I stepped back and gave him room to enter. He took two steps inside and paused looking uncertain. His lips were parted as if he were about to say something but was holding back.

Suddenly he shoved the door shut with his foot and before I could react, he grabbed me around the waist, lifting me up on my tiptoes and his mouth was on mine. He's kissing me? I thought before his hands slid down, gripping my ass, pulling me against him roughly. His tongue wasn't gentle and demanded I open to him. To finally have his hands and lips on me sent every sense reeling as I held on to him by fistfuls of his shirt.

Then the brain kicked in. "Wait!" I pulled my mouth away gasping, but he didn't let me go. "She's gone." He said flatly. "Not coming back either." His teeth grabbed my bottom lip and he pushed his hips against me and I could feel how hard he was. I tilted my neck backwards and away from his mouth again. "But?" He let go of my waist suddenly and I went flat-footed and looking up at him. He back stepped me up against the wall and my body very clearly told me to shut up woman and let this man ravage you.

"Babe, there are no buts. No ifs. No what's. She is no longer in the picture and will never be back in the picture. It's just you. The only question is if you are OK with moving away from the window?"

He tugged at the knot in the robe and pulled it open and whispered, "Please tell me you're OK with me being here in person. I simply am unable to go another minute without touching you. Please? No more barriers between us." He reached up with his fingers and brushed my hard nipple through the lace, making me suck in my breath. "That isn't fair!" I hissed. That sure smile bloomed on his face. "Says the woman who just had an earth-shattering orgasm in a parking lot a few hours ago while I had to listen sitting at my desk hard as a fucking rock."

Leaning close, he whispered against my ear. "Let's go to the bedroom and you can tell me all the ways it's unfair. Better yet, just let me fuck you until you can't speak and we will forget all about it."

I couldn't help but laugh in relief. He nudged my head to the side and slid his tongue along the sensitive skin behind my ear. "Ever since that first night on the phone, my number one goal is to get you to make all those pretty little moans for me. I want to start by bending you over in front of that bedroom window until your legs won't hold you up anymore. Is that OK with you?" He was pushing me to the bedroom before I could say yes.

End