The Distractions Continue

The house across the street from me was built within the last two years. It became a distraction for me because I work from home and it was always there just outside the window. Eventually, I snuck into the empty house, while it was under construction, and left boob prints on one of the windows, then masturbated rapturously in the unfinished master bedroom 

I have done this sort of christening over the years in neighborhoods where I previously lived, but never met the people who eventually moved in. This time, it was unavoidable. 

The neighborhood is full of professionals who work and rarely see each other except for a quick hello on the sidewalk. We sort of allow each other a great deal of privacy. Imagine my surprise when the owners of the new house, Meg & Michael, became sort of instant friends. Within weeks, they had already invited Amy and me over for drinks. 

We accepted, of course, and that evening, walking into their house, the memory of being in their bedroom masturbating flooded my consciousness. It didn’t help that M & M were both attractive, accomplished and open-minded people. One of their grown daughters, also quite attractive, was there for the night. 

In between learning what kind of wine everyone likes and discovering that their daughter, Jill, was bi-sexual, M & M asked me to help with some things during their frequent absences while splitting time between houses in different cities. They gave me their code for the lock on the door. The idea was that I could tend to packages that were delivered and such, but my mind kept skipping forward to sneaking into their finished bedroom fo a repeat performance while they were away.

Then back to the present, Amy could tell something was distracting me. She has a sense about these things. She gave me a look that said she knew I was having wicked thoughts. We had experience with another couple once before while on vacation in Hawaii. But where does this rush of new information lead my thoughts? Oddly, I was picturing myself back in my workspace at home. Sitting in my second floor loft, my windows had a perfect view of M & M’s house. I was trying to get some work done, but completely distracted by thoughts of escaping across the street to secretly masturbate whenever I could. What about the security system? They would know every time that I entered. I had to have an excuse to be there.

Maybe there were some plants that needed watering or mail to take in? No on both counts. Take care of the pool? No, they had a service for that. No, just wait for us to text you to ask for help with deliveries. One was scheduled for the next week and they would be back in the Northeast home. OK.

The week ahead proved that I can work even while obsessing over my visit across the street. In sort of daydream form, there were thoughts of how those moments in their house alone would be. There were also thoughts about raunchy, naked sex in various places in their house, Amy and I watching M & M and then letting them watch us. And their daughter, Jill, catching us in the middle of it all. 

I do not habitually masturbate during the workday, but I did slip in some time during breaks that week to tease myself, achieving various levels of excitement but denying myself an orgasm. My mind was fixated on the details. Were there cameras inside the house? What about motion detectors? They had mentioned checking the outdoor cameras when they were away and noticing deer in the yard. It just added to the excitement.

The text from Meg came on a Thursday afternoon. She said a package from UPS should be on the front porch and asked if I could take it in for her. I saw the text instantly and was also immediately aroused. My whole body tingled. I waited to respond. Instead I gathered my thoughts. Now that the moment had arrived, now that it was real, could I do it?

I never touch myself when working on my laptop. Work and play, in my mind, have to be separate, especially when working from home. I decided to go downstairs and change clothes, getting completely nude. While thinking about replying to Meg’s text, I stood in my closet, one hand reaching for the phone and the other caressing my more than ready flower, dipping my middle finger between my inner lips, eyes closing in a moment of ecstasy at my own touch. 

My text had to be short. As much as I would love to share with Meg that I was in a state of self inflicted bliss, it was just not the right way to open up to her. Not yet. I texted that I would take a break from work soon to get the package and let her know when I was done.

I continued, alternating between softly kneading my outer lips, twisting them back and forth, opening myself up and dragging fingers up and down my moist slit. I wanted to get myself close to coming and keep myself on that crest for a few minutes before throwing on my gym shorts and a tee, no undies, to run across the street. It would be easier to finish myself when I got inside the house. I started teasing my little bud with flicks of a fingertip and circled my wet fingers around it until almost there, then quickly dressed and headed out of my front door, crossing the street to Meg’s place.

The package was waiting there on the porch. First, I went to the front door and started to enter the code on the cyber lock, then had another nasty thought. I looked around and no one was out, so I slipped a hand down the front of my shorts, wetting my index finger inside my soaking wet puss and then punching in the code, leaving a nice coating of my juices on the pad. The lock slid open, I picked up the package and went into the house. 

We hadn’t talked about it, so I decided where to leave the package once I got inside. I didn’t dare go into their bedroom on the second floor. Instead I headed for the kitchen. I noticed when we were there before the lack of any cameras or motion sensors in that part of the house. 

After placing the package on the island countertop in the kitchen, I slid my right hand back into my shorts. My mind really raced as images flooded in from my daydreams. Especially Jill. The look on her face when she walked into the house and saw us naked, masturbating while watching her parents have sex. 

Jill stood there, unable to move or speak, just watching us. I came while looking into her beautiful blue eyes. 

And then I came in real life, there in the kitchen standing next to the island with one hand in my shorts.

As I left the house, I stood on the front porch and stopped to text Meg. 

“Left ur package in the island in the kitchen. Glad 2 help. Let us know if we can do Anything else.” 

I thought while typing the last part what the Anything could be.