As I dropped the robe and started toweling off, my pussy twitched again at the idea of me standing naked in my neighbor’s bedroom. In a very weird way it felt like an erotic adventure. I found his t-shirt drawer and slipped on an extra-long, V-neck shirt. Ron is well over six feet tall so the shirt hung almost mid-thigh length on me and rested nicely against my breasts. It displayed a little more cleavage than I usually like but I was beyond being modest at this point. He had already gotten an eyeful.
Properly attired, well almost, I nosily walked around his bedroom, looking at his things. I breathed in the masculine scent of him that hung in the air like an aphrodisiac. I was admiring a pair of bookends on his dresser when I saw movement through his window. Moving closer, I watched Ron step into my backyard and disappear behind the house. I could see part of the pool from here and the entire side of my house. I noticed the light was still on in my bedroom window. Shit. I looked more closely and could see everything in my bedroom as clear as day. That meant…
I hurried out of his bedroom, turned left and ran to the next room down the hall. This was some kind of exercise room but I was only interested in the window. Just as I feared, this room had a clear view of my backyard including the pool. Ron could have been watching me. My heart was beating rapidly as I assessed the damage. He wouldn’t have been able to see much from up here. Taking a step back, I froze. On a small table next to the window was a pair of binoculars. Shit.
I picked them up and put them to my eyes as I moved slowly back to the window. There he was, working on my sliding glass door like he was standing right in front of me. Okay, he not only could have been watching me, I was pretty certain he had been watching me. I wondered how long this had been going on.
As I was trying to assimilate this new information, I saw Ron coming back from my house. I focused the binoculars on his six-pack abs and it was like I could touch them. Was he doing that while I was floating on my back in the pool? Hmm.
I couldn’t believe how hard my heart was pounding or how excited my pussy was that my sexy black neighbor had been checking me out. What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t keep my husband from straying but my voyeuristic neighbor aroused me. I put the binoculars back where I found them, grabbed my robe from Ron’s bedroom and was at the bottom of the stairs when he came in the back door.
“I got it opened, Mrs. Ascott,” Ron said as he looked up at me, standing there in one of his t-shirts. “That looks better on you than it ever would on me,” he smiled as he set a long screwdriver on the table.
“I doubt that,” I answered boldly. He stared at me for a second and I wondered if my nipples were showing again but I didn’t dare look down. I watched his lips curl into a half smile as if he could read my mind.
“Thank you,” I said stepping towards the door. “I better be going.” I was standing right next to him and my heart was pounding as I imagined him watching me get ready for bed.
“Anytime,” he said in such a way that it could mean whatever I wanted it to.
“You’re a lifesaver, Ron,” I said, leaning up and chastely kissing his cheek.
“Like a knight in shining armor,” he joked.
“Well, a knight in sweatpants,” I said, laughing as I tapped my finger against his bare chest. Fuck! It was like touching solid steel. I wondered if his bulge was that hard. Stop it!
“Rescuing naked damsels is my specialty,” he said, wrapping his large, dark hand around mine. “Call me if you need anything,” he smiled, saying anything like it could be a broken cabinet hinge or a night of sexual bliss. I pulled my hand away and rushed out the door.
What a night! My husband was still fucking his young slut of a co-worker and I was staring out my window, wondering whether I wanted to pull the curtains closed. Standing in the middle of my bedroom, still wearing Ron’s t-shirt, I pictured him watching me. Are you there with your binoculars? Do you want to see me naked? Do you want to come over? Stop it! Where did that come from?
Well, why not? It isn’t like I’d be the only one in this marriage who was unfaithful and that was an awfully large bulge. He’s watching me anyway. He’s already seen me naked, why shouldn’t I see him. I wanted to take his t-shirt off and press my breasts against the window. I wished the t-shirt smelled like him instead of like a dryer sheet.
I grabbed the phone and scrolled through our contact list. A few months ago we had a neighborhood watch meeting where they had us input each other’s phone numbers in case of emergency. Well, wasn’t this ache in my heart, not to mention the itch between my legs, somewhat of an emergency? I took a deep breath and pressed call.
“Hi Beth,” he answered.
“Hi Ron,” I said lamely.
“Did you forget something?” he asked, sounding somewhat amused.
“I was… um… wondering if you wanted to come over and get your t-shirt,” I said, knowing this wasn’t about the t-shirt.
“Why don’t you bring it back to me?” he asked calmly.
“My husband won’t be home tonight if that’s what you’re worried about,” I said, getting bolder as I stepped closer to the window.
“That’s not it,” he said quietly. “I just think it’s polite to return things you borrow, don’t you?”
“You want me to bring it to you?” I asked, thinking about his bedroom and his king-sized bed.
“Don’t you usually return things you borrow?” he asked, avoiding my question.
“Yes,” I answered starting to pull the t-shirt over my head as I stared out the window.
“Don’t take it off,” he said quickly. “Bring it back like that.”
“You are watching.” I said, letting the t-shirt drop back into place.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed into the phone.
“You were watching me earlier, in the pool.” It was a statement rather than a question.
“I like your breast stroke,” he said quietly.
“I was floating on my back,” I corrected him.
“Exactly,” he said so coolly that I felt my nipples tauten.
“What do you do when you watch me?” I asked.
“What do you think I do?” he answered offhandedly, filling my brain with visions of him stroking his large bulge. I took a deep breath and changed the subject.
“What would I wear home if I bring it to you like this?” I asked teasingly.