Coffee

Coffee, good hot dark coffee is kind of essential to my life.  Making good coffee has been something of an obsession of mine for an eternity during my adult life. So that was my intention that morning as I shrugged off the sheets after a night in bed with my wife where we lived at the time in Hawaii. I had to get to work early in the morning so my habit was to rise in the still dark, quiet and careful not to wake my sleeping wife. I showered and padded into the kitchen at the other end of our rented home. The house was quiet and so was the other rental house that faced ours across a small yard made private by enormous Eucalyptus trees.A very pretty slender single woman was our neighbor. Sherry pretty much kept to herself, though we would exchange greetings and some gardening talk occasionally. She was older, maybe 50, but was lithe and very fit. I knew she had never had children, and she never spoke of being involved in any relationships so she was something of a mystery to me. I had developed some curiosity for her; she was so attractive and so unattached; I couldn’t help but wonder about her…and yes as sexy as she was she had become a regular appearance in my fantasies.

The entrances of our homes in this little forest faced each other, not the little dirt road as one would expect and we shared a driveway. Our kitchen opened into a small living room with a very large picture window. Since our window faced Sherry’s porch and her smaller kitchen window we kept a rattan shade drawn down most nights when the lights in our house were on, just to give us a little more privacy, and since Sherry would be able to look directly into our kitchen from her little facing window.

This particular morning I had showered and had enjoyed the feeling of the warm water cascading down my naked tan body. I hadn’t had any sex for some time with my wife. Unfortunately our marriage was cooling off and we were settling into a sense of just being friends. I often found myself feeling aroused, especially in the early morning and being naked in the shower could more often than not lead to my stroking my warm soapy cock and pinching my nipples, edging and playing for as long as I could stand it, before having to stop just to get on with the day and continue getting ready for work. In the shower, my cock would swell with my stroking and as I would caress myself my balls would tighten, riding high and full. My cock is not small. I’m not saying that it would be a star in porn movies but it is a respectably solid 8 inches and fairly thick when aroused as I was that morning. I left the shower and padded into the kitchen in just a short white terrycloth towel, my cock still half swollen and making a clear bulge in front. The towel corner was tucked in at my waist…fairly secure.

As I entered the kitchen and flipped on the dim golden light, I noticed two things. One, that the picture window shade had been left up, and two…Sherry was up, her light was on in her kitchen, and I could catch glimpses of her moving about her kitchen through her dimly lit window. Hmm, so we were both up and though I was trying to act as though I wasn’t looking over her way, I actually had a pretty good peripheral view. It suddenly felt secret, and intimate, and a little feral. Something that just the two of us were sharing, though whether she actually had looked over my way was not clear, I just was not sure.

What I did know however was that I felt secretly excited and was becoming aroused. I was next to naked in my dimly lit kitchen, wearing only a white towel around my waist. My tan chest and shoulders exposed, and of course my cock was now fully engorged and straining against the little white towel. Damn, I thought…what if Sherry was looking over here?

In fact now I could make out her face in the shadows of her kitchen, moving yes, but definitely at her window and seemingly looking over my way through my window. I was so excited now I was shaking and my heart was pounding. With my back and shoulders to her I carefully opened a cupboard door above the counter. There were two shelves in the cupboard and coffee mugs on each one. I kept my favorite mug on the lower shelf because the upper one was such a long stretch. But this morning, with Sherry watching possibly I slowly reached for a much on the upper shelf. It was such a looonnnngg stretch I had to stand on the toes of my bare feet, my torso stretching to make the reach…and as I stretched upward I could feel the corner of my towel untucking from my waist, my cock was now fully erect and throbbing, pulsing. I knew if I continued to stretch just a little more that towel would give way…I reached just a little bit higher and suddenly the towel popped off, seemingly by mistake, pooling atmy feet. Feigning surprise I turned facing the picture window, my big engorged penis bobbing and throbbing like a snake about to strike. Taking a now direct look across at Sherry’s place I could clearly see her peering directly into my picture window. Though I could not make out her expression in the dim dawn light I could see that she was not looking away. With my tan muscular body and excited cock on full display I spread my arms out behind me, my hands on the counter and leaned back to give her a better view. I expected her to leave, or to look away, but she never did so though I was breathless and shaking with excitement I reached down with my left hand and slowly grasped my ball sack, high and tight, squeezing and releasing and then slowly stroking upward onto my swollen shaft. I was so excited I couldn’t hold on and suddenly shot rope after rope of cum. I am not sure I had cum that easily or so completely before, but I was so excited to have been “caught”!

My feelings were complex to say the least…would she tell my wife? Did she like it? Where would this go? As it turned out neither of us ever spoke of this experience. Although we were very awkward with one another in the future we never talked about it or pursued it again.  I kind of wish we had though!