Between the Sheets

And I haven’t been disappointed.

Last night, I watched the girl next door slip into a silk negligee, its blood red tones perfectly paired with her silky sin. The lace around the top showed her nipples already peaking through as her partner, J*, massaged her shoulders, ran his hands along her sides, admired her curves.

I watched as she happily sighed with anticipation, turning to grasp his face in her hands and kiss him hard, still, I’m guessing, tasting of the wine she’d been sipping only moments before. She slid to her knees, and in a moment J* was unzipped and in her mouth. He was still wearing his jeans, so it was hard to get a good look at the bulge they had been hiding all day, but it didn’t matter. The site of her in her thong, teasing him ever so gently was enough to have me licking my lips. My hand traveled down my own pants as I watched her suddenly take him in completely. J* grasped at her hair, his head bent back and his torso pushed forward, allowing her to get the best angle for the deepest suck. he reach down, fondling her left breast, as she slowly slid her mouth back from him before engulfing him completely again.

He pulled her up to standing, kissing her and undressing her from the very negligee she’d just put on ten minutes ago. She coyly led him away from the window, to my dismay, and I saw them walk into the bathroom for what I can only assume was the steamiest shower on the block. I sat back on my bed and closed my eyes, my fingers still wandering. J* and the girl next door have been the source of my most intense orgasms since I moved in last year.

As a moan escaped my lips and my thighs began to tremble, I opened my eyes to see if the couple had returned from the shower. And there she was, standing at the window in all her glory.

Looking at me. I had forgotten to close my curtains.

I froze, and she smiled, caught. She walked away from the window, leaving her drapes open as she lay down with J*, who was already dozing off in bed.

Tomorrow is the party. And I think I should still go. In fact, I’m now even more excited to see the couple, talk to them, be close enough to feel their energy.

As I stood pondering the melons in the grocery store and, in effect, blocking the path of middle-aged mothers with equally interesting melons, I heard a voice behind me…a voice I recognized at the drop of the hat. I turned to face the girl next door, her golden locks freshly manicured at the salon, perfectly complementing her large, honey-brown eyes. I had never been this close to her before, and it made me catch my breath.

“Hi…” I breathed, wanting only to scream “You have beautiful breasts”

“I have somethings *very* important to discuss with you,” she said, pursing her large, luscious lips. “Actually, it’s a bit embarrassing.”

You found out that I watch you have sex every night with than hunky man of yours? You want me to come over tonight and play? You can sense through my jeans that I’m already turned on just thinking about it? “What is it?” I asked.

“I think my cat has been pooping in your yard.”

“Oh.”

There was an awkward pause. Do I feign anger at the stinky situation? Do I laugh? Do I…

“Well I just wanted to let you know that we’re going to keep her inside from now on. So it shouldn’t be a problem anymore. Would you like me to reimburse you for the landscaping?”

You can pay me by teaching me how you like to be licked. I want you to orgasm for me, and I want him to watch. How’s tonight? “No, no, that’s alright.”

She smiled, looking relieved, and my cheeks flushed a bit as I tried not to look at her chest and imagine her nipples. “Well, it’s been nice seeing you! We should hang out sometimes!” She began to walk away, her hip huggers curving perfectly around her ass. As she bent down to reach a can of olives on the lower shelf, her red thong peeks out from under her jeans, and I took a mental picture.

“How about this weekend?” I blurted after she took a few steps.

“Huh?” She turned toward me and my face grew even hotter.

“Hanging out…how about this weekend?”

“J* and I were going to have a cocktail party. I’d love it if you stopped by. Saturday at 8.” She gave a half-smile and pushed her cart around the stack of Pepsi and out of my site.

Twice, that I saw, she caught him. Hanging up the phone gently, she didn’t seem mad. Instead she pressed herself against him, trailing kisses down his abdomen and peeling back the towel to confirm that it wasn’t his mom on the phone. She teased him with her tongue for but a second before closing her cherry lips around him as he ran his hand through her long, wavy hair. He guided her exactly where he wanted, and she looked up at him as she sucked, asking with her eyes to be dominated.

And today? The curtain was closed. And yet I watched and waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of his defined muscles or her soft, subtle curves. As I undressed, I wondered what it would be like to be her…or him. To be a part of such a sexually dynamic relationship.

She quickly unzipped the flowing summer dress and pulled it over head. Her tanned skin stood out against her low-cut cream colored bra and perfectly matched panties. Rushed as she was, she took a moment to softly stoke lotion over her smooth legs. She rested her foot on the edge of her bed and stooped to rub in the lotion, which highlighted her long, lean legs and almost caused her breasts to spill over the cups of her bra.

The bedroom door opened, and her husband walked into the bedroom, dripping and wearing just a towel. She spoke to him with a smile, and he laughed, reaching up to unhook the black dress’ hang from the door, which caused the towel to slip a bit lower, revealing chiseled lines where his legs met his torso. He helped her slip the dress over her head and zipped it from the back, stopping for a moment to kiss her neck slowly, brushing the stubble from his chin against her. She turned and longingly kissed him before rushing out the door again.