Tempted on a Morning Walk

While enjoying the solitude early on a recent Sunday morning walk, I approached a house under construction near where I live. After patiently waited through the framing, roofing, the putting up of exterior walls and laying of the sub-flooring over the past few months, this felt like the right moment to sneak in when no one is there to give a good christening to the place. 

Normally, I would wait for the windows to go in as well. I really hadn’t planned on it, but my walk took me there, leaving little choice. The outer walls were up, but there was no landscaping, no driveway or sidewalk, and still no doors on the house. I felt the urge to explore.

No one was around to see me slip in through the unfinished back porch. It was easy to see out from most of the rooms on the first floor of the two story home. The interior walls were nothing but studs at this point. I could easily see the neighboring homes all around and anyone walking by could see in.

I felt the excitement building in my body from the moment I entered the house. It was more than just the adrenaline…there was the knowledge of what I was about to do. I only wish the windows were in their frames so that I could feel the coolness of the glass when I pressed my naked breasts against them. Sometimes, if I planned ahead, I would carry some lotion or oil with me to make sure the prints that I left behind on the glass were easily seen.

The layout of the house, was easy to follow. There was a garage on one end of the first floor, then a kitchen, a large adjoining living area and a master suite on the opposite end from the garage. I found my way into what would become someone’s master suite, checking in all directions for open areas where someone might see me from outside. There was one spot near a bedroom window that provided the most cover, but I could still see the street in front of the house. I was more than ready.

I stood near the opening for the window, looking and listening for anyone who might appear as I pushed my leggings down. I felt the wetness that had already soaked through my panties as I pulled them down around my thighs.

My imagination took me into the future of the room as I started gently touching my own wetness with eager fingers. Where would they place the bed? King sized bed…there, in the middle of the inside wall facing the window. They would have a nice view looking onto the adjacent woods by the golf course through the window where I stood now.

I toyed with my clit, but not too much. No need to rush. I could easily spot any random passerby and cover myself before being found out. 

Most of the people buying these houses now were young couples with school aged children. They would be sneaking alone time after the kids were in bed. Or maybe their children were in high school and out with friends on a weekend night. They were in bed now, across the room from me. He was between her legs, tasting her warm juices as she squirmed, just like I was squirming on my own fingers as they pushed inside of me. 

Would they sense somehow that I was there with them? That made me quiver, my knees shook as I started feeling that familiar feeling grow, rising up through me like an expanding bubble of pleasure…solid and smoothly expanding at first, then shifting into a raw, breaking wave that pounded through me, pulsing over and over for what seemed like minutes. 

I stood for a moment, looking around to make sure no one was around, then squatted, my bottom uncovered and smeared with my juices. Running my fingers freely around my puffy lips and my ass, I gathered as much wetness as I could on my fingers and smeared it into the bare, exposed concrete of the unfinished bedroom floor. 

Another house properly christened. I walked home fresh from another private victory, looking forward to the day my new neighbors occupy their home. I hope they enjoy it as much as I did.