Between the Sheets

The girl next door wasn’t home yet, but I slipped into my lace black bra and matching thong, threw a trench over it and, feeling a bit like a flasher, walked over and rand the doorbell. It took a few seconds for J* to answer (he was throwing on his pants, I assumed), but I waited patiently, feeling myself already start to moisten as I imagined J*’s tongue playing with my nipples again.

“What are you doing here?” J* asked, as he flung open the door. Ok, not quite the sexy hello I had imagined, but he hadn’t put his shirt back on, and he had obviously been somewhere warm because his torso was tanned to the color of rich honey, sweet enough to lick.

“Just came to welcome you home…”

“Oh, well thanks. My wife isn’t here…”

“Oh.” That’s the point, dumbass. I want to see what you’re like alone.

“Did you want to come in?”

“Sure.” Besides, I’m only wearing a thong and it’s the end of September. I’m literally freezing my ass off.

I wanted into his house and he asked if he could take my coat. I paused. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. My stomach was in a ball of knots, and I felt like a teen-aged virgin, so hungry for her first sexual experience and so worried that it wouldn’t be perfect. Do it, Rori. Just do it.

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.

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.