Watching… Ch. 03 – CAUGHT

It’s been a week, since my BF and I had some of the hottest sex, we’ve had in a long time. I guess, until that night, I didn’t realize that our sex life, had gotten a little stale over time. I mean, it was still great sex, don’t get me wrong….it had just gotten a little…boring. Same old, same old.

So, today, I went out and did a little shopping, to try to keep it spicy! I just returned with the cutest, sexiest, sheer, crotchless, full body suit. When I tried it on at the lingerie shop, I HAD to have it. I look really hot in it! So much so, that I have to put it back on right now and look in the mirror.

Yep…I look SUPER HOT!!!

After staring at myself in my new lingerie, in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed, pulling out a couple of pair of sexy panties that i had also purchased. I looked out my bedroom window, through my slightly turned up blinds, and my mouth falls open. My sexy neighbor lady is frantically banging her pussy with a vibrator. I can see the “O” of her mouth in her profile, as she chases after her orgasm. As I sit and watch her in fascination, she throws her head back, panting, trying to catch her breath, and she slowly pulls her vibrator out of her sated cunt, and then brings it up to her mouth, and proceeds to clean her cum off of it, with her tongue. Now that, is fucking hot!

Without warning, she jumps off of the bed, and disappears out of my view. So, I start putting my new panties away, and start to change back into my clothes, and there’s a knock on the front door. And then another. And another. Whoever is on the other side, must have something important to tell me, or that they need.

Since they won’t quit knocking, I grab my bathrobe, and throw it around me to cover up my new bodysuit, and well, me too.

When I reach the door, i look through the peep hole. My hand flies to my mouth, coving up the gasp that is escaping my throat. It’s Her! WHAT. THE. FUCK.???

I shake out my hands, trying to calm my nerves. Why is she over here? What does she want? She was just giving herself the sexiest orgasm, and now she’s over here??

I try to pull myself together, as I reach for the deadbolt lock, and turn it. I grab the door knob, and pull it open only about 4 inches. Just enough so that we can see each other’s faces.

“May I help you?” I ask, trying to sound unaffected by the fact, that I have spied on this woman, invading her privacy 3 times now…

She smiles, showing me her perfectly straight, white teeth. God, she is a beautiful woman to look at. “Hi, I’m Andrea, but I go by Andi. I’m your next-door neighbor.” she says to me. Even her voice, washes over the sensitive spots on my body, making my nipples harden like little erasers, on the end of a #2 pencil.

“Hi Andi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry, I can’t invite you in, I was getting ready to jump in the shower.” I mean, why else would I be wearing a bathrobe at this time of day? Jeez, I feel like an idiot, hiding behind my front door.

She smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, as if she doesn’t believe me. “Well….when you are all done with your “Shower”, I’d really like you to come over. You know, get to know each other a little. I mean, we are neighbors…I thought it was time that we introduced ourselves and chatted a little.”

My mouth falls open, and a stammer, trying to think of an excuse as to why I can’t go over today. I mean, MY GOD!!! I JUST watched this woman bring herself to one hell Uva orgasm. I can’t possibly sit across from her, and look her in the eye, and make small talk with her.

She must sense my urge to escape committing to coming over, because before i can even get any sound out of my mouth, she says, “So, I’ll see you in a half an hour.” She waves at me, as she starts to make her way back across the lawn, towards her house. I just stand there, with the door ajar, watching her walk away, not knowing how I am possibly going to feel comfortable, getting to know Andi. I’m not sure I could possibly get to know her any better than I already do. I close my eyes, drop my head, and close the door, locking it again.

Well, I guess I am taking that shower, because I can’t go over there, not looking like I just stepped out of one. Then she would surely know, I was lying to her. I definitely don’t want to start off on the wrong foot. And I definitely don’t want Andi to think I’m some, big, fat, liar.

So, I take a shower, get dressed, put on my shoes, take a DEEP breath, and head across the lawn over to Andi’s house. I knock on the door lightly, hoping she won’t hear me knock. I mean, if she doesn’t answer the door, at least I can honestly say that I came by, but she didn’t answer. No such luck. She immediately answers the door, a big smile on her face. I try to return just as big of a smile. Andi steps aside, and lets me in.

When my boyfriend and I first bought our house, I had come over and peeked in the windows of this one. Curious of the layout and looks. It was a disaster! There were holes in the sheetrock, a horribly stained carpet. It just needed A LOT of work.

As I walk in and looking around, I see that all walls have been replaced, as has the carpet, which is now a plush beige. It had been fixed up beautifully. And, they didn’t seem to spare ANY expenses. Everything matched in browns, slate blues, and off whites. The furniture was beautiful, and looked like it was made to go with everything else in the house. It was a far cry from before they moved in.

Andi, ushers me in through the living room, into a beautiful kitchen with a Gen Aire Island in the middle. There’s a sliding glass door that leads out to the back patio. She tells me to go have a seat, and she will be right out with drinks.

I look around the back yard, which they have landscaped like Pro’s. I wonder to myself, if that’s what her husband does…landscaping? It’s so green and lush with a pond and flowers of all varieties, all over.

Andi returns with a glass in each hand, and offering me one of them.

“I hope you like Margaritas”, she says, as she hands me the refreshing drink.

“I do”, I reply, taking a sip off of the edge of the glass. Mmmmmm…damn, that’s a good drink. She sits in the chair across from me. She’s just looking at me and smiling. I’m wondering if I have toilet paper on the bottom of my shoe or something?

“What?” I ask. I take a longer sip of my drink, trying to ignore the uncomfortable knot in my stomach.

She sets down her drink on the table in between us, still smiling at me. I should probably put my drink down as well, but instead, I bring it up to my mouth, tilt my hand and take 3 long gulps. Her smile, seemingly for no reason, has got me very uncomfortable.

“I know.”, Andi says to me. Still with that stupid grin on her face.

“You know? You know what?” Jeez, do I look like a mind reader? What a strange woman, i think to myself.

Andi’s smile widens as she tells me, “I know!”

I’m looking at her, I’m sure like a deer staring at headlights, as I am completely clueless as to what she is talking about.

“Oh, come on. You don’t have to play stupid with me. I know you’ve been watching me.”

All of the air leaves my lungs. I’m sure my eyes are as big as fifty cent pieces. My mouth opens, then shuts again, and then opens as I stammer, trying to find a way out of this back yard, and back into my sanctuary across the lawn.

“Watching you? What are you talking about? I haven’t been watching you.” Yeah, I might believe me, if my voice didn’t go up 3 octaves, making me sound like a teenager lying to her parents about wrecking the car.

I tip my glass to my lips again, chugging what’s left of the Margarita. As I set the glass on the table, Andi reaches over and grabs, standing up, telling me she will be right back.

I should get up and leave. Nows my chance. Oh my God! I am morified! How did she know I had watched her pleasure herself? Oh My God! I watched her with her husband also! My fingers find my mouth, as I start chewing on my nails, thinking about how i’m going to explain myself.

Andi quickly returns, handing me another glass of Margarita. Taking it, I drink half of it down, in one swallow. I look up and Andi is just staring at me, still smiling.

“Listen Andi, you’ve made a mist…….” She cuts me off, before I can finish my sentence, and says, “it’s okay. I think it’s really hot that you like to watch me, and my husband also.”

“you do? I mean, I didn’t, but you think it’s hot?”

She pulls the corner of her soft bottom lip in her mouth, biting down on it with her teeth. She nods her head up and down. “I do. I like watching other people fuck too. My husband and I, we like to try different things…..sexually.”

My mouth suddenly feels dry, so I finish the other half of my second Margarita. Andi stands up taking the glass from my hand, and heads into her kitchen to make me another.

When she hands me my third glass, i’m still in shock of what she has just told me, and I drink half of that one down too, staring at the cement patio below my feet.

“Are you okay? I mean, it’s no big deal. As I said, I enjoy you and your boyfriend watching us. It’s a real turn on.”

I look up at her face and finish the third glass. Again, she retreats to the kitchen and makes me another drink. When she hands me that one, I only drink about a quarter of it, and set it on the table.

“May I use your bathroom? Tequila, it goes right through me.” She gives me directions to the bathroom in her house. When I stand up, the back yard spins just enough for me to lose my footing, and plop back in the patio chair. I’m pretty much, already drunk. I stand again slower, so that I don’t make a fool out of myself again. I walk into her house fairly straight, I think, and find the restroom. Once inside, I close the door and lean against it, putting my head in my hands. This is so embarrassing. Fuck, what am I going to say to her? “I’m sorry I’m such a pervert?”

As I run through my mind, how I’m going to explain my actions, I use the toilet, flush, and wash my hands. I look in the mirror, and everything is blurry. Fuck, now I’m drunk too. I attempt to sober myself up by splashing some cold water on my face. That didn’t help.