Distractions

What is the source of my distraction? Someone is building a house on the lot across the street from my home. It was the only empty lot remaining on our street. It brought back memories of a sort of tradition I have that started with going into houses under construction and leaving boob prints on the windows from the inside. Of course, that progressed over time into acts of a more erotic nature so that these future homes were properly christened. 

About that house across the street. My home office is really a loft on the second floor with windows overlooking the lot next door. The new house is going up right in front of me. Every single day I can watch everything that happens and mentally note the ebb and flow of people. No one is ever in the house between 7pm and the next morning around 7am, but then I notice the neighbors walking their dogs late at night, hanging out on the porch at night or more dog walking around 7am. I started obsessing about when to find a moment to sneak into the house and continue my tradition.

I was going to wait until the windows were installed, but the urge to do something grew. Then the people renting the house next to the new one suddenly moved out, taking their huge, noisy dog with them. The guy living on the other side is single, has no pets and would probably cheer me on if he caught me doing what I had planned.

It was time...time to sneak in alone, dash to an area of the house that was out of view from the street, have a few minutes to see how far I could go, then slip out without stepping on any nails, falling through holes in the unfinished floors, or being seen by the wrong people (think builders, realtors, etc).

I decided to go with hiking shoes and shorts, some lube in my pocket, and a loose fitting t-shirt over a jog bra. Just getting dressed had me so excited that I stopped getting dressed. My pussy demanded attention with that familiar, hungry, almost tense feeling. I rubbed up and down on my labia a few times and then easily slid a finger between my lips, pressing it inside the slick smoothness of my vag...mmmmmm...why not just bring myself to the edge and make it easy to finish myself when I got inside the new house? 

I stopped and pulled the lube from my pocket, squeezed just enough in my fingertips, then quickly rubbed it around and on my clit, shivering at the intense feeling, then plunged my fingers down and in...fuck I wanted to cum and almost kept going. I was right there, but stopped myself, closed the top on the lube, put it back in my pocket and finished getting ready to go out.

It was dark, just before sunrise. I knew nobody would be out before 6am on my street. I casually walked to across the street to the spot in front of the new house where the driveway would eventually go in, then sprinted the rest of the way across the dirt around the house up the temporary wood steps onto the temporary plywood flooring of the front porch, then ducked quietly into the house through the wood frame where the front door would be. 

My adrenaline was pumping. I could feel the pulsing of blood through my body and hear it in my ears. My senses were definitely heightened and I could clearly see through the framed, but unfinished walls of the first floor, thanks to a flood of light from the streetlights through the open frames where the windows would be. I could walked down the main hall past the stairs and to the rear of the house...all loosen living area and kitchen on the first floor.  Not good enough. I wanted to finish myself off in the master suite.

I went back to the stairs, which were bare wood steps but felt solid, and sprinted up to the second floor past open windows facing the street. Still dark and no movement outside. I walked down the hall toward the large space that must be the master suite...large space, room for two walk-in closets and a bathroom. This was it!

Moving to the center of the bedroom space, I could tell the floors were sheets like plywood, but with a rougher texture...something that would be covered with a finished flooring later. No problem if I squirted a little. I stopped near the middle, sliding my shorts down, then my panties, which had a nice little patch of wetness mixed with some of the lube. I crouched a little, bending and spreading my knees and the feeling of being exposed in this open space just came over me, making me shudder in a good way. 

I went for it with both hands, plunging two fingers into my pussy with my left hand and pinching my clip between two fingertips with my right. I didn’t need any more lube and fucked fast and hard with fingers the squish and sucking noises almost blending and my clit was just  begging for me to rub it faster and faster.  I started cumming and cumming and then felt myself dripping onto my hands and the floor below. 

I was trying to be quiet, but who knows? I took a bend over to pull my panties and shorts up and could see the wet spot on the floor between my feet.  Hmmm. There was a kleenex in my pocket, so I tried mopping up the floor a bit, but the floor was too rough so I just left it to soak in. 

Making my way back down the stairs and out of the front door was quick and easy. It was starting to get light outside, but none of the neighbors had lights on in their houses, yet. Still, I ran through from the front porch to the street and disappeared into my own yard. 

My adrenaline was still going and I was safely home! Another house properly christened. I went inside wanting more.