tight around her middle. Her body pleasantly sore, her mind pleasantly astounded.
Rick from Alabama waiting for school to start …
It whispered through her mind and Gina sipped her wine and said, ‘Has made you a pervert.’
She blinked once, twice, three times, sure that what she was seeing out of the guest-room window was a hallucination. Too much sun, too much lust, too many orgasms – as if there were such a thing – had twisted her mind. But the mirage of a lean handsome young man raised a hand to her and smiled.
In what must be his new room, at least until school started, stood Rick, plainly visible to her across the small expanses of their dark back yards. From her perspective, a doll-sized but perfectly rendered version of himself.
Shirtless.
‘Oh, God.’
There were several heartbeats where they simply stared. She wondered what he would do. She also wondered why she hadn’t done the sane thing and tossed him a friendly wave and then left the room. Or shut the curtains. Or anything that would indicate she had sense left in her head.
‘Oh, God,’ she echoed herself because Rick was unbuttoning his jeans and drawing down the zipper.
His gaze remained pinned to hers. Apparently, he could make her out just by the small lamp that automatically came on when the room grew dark. Gina had never been grateful that her backyard was so small and the houses on their block were so close … until now.
Her pussy flexed wetly, stomach dropping as if she were in free-fall. Gina pressed her thighs together only to discover that it enhanced the feeling instead of quelling it. In his brightly lit room, Rick with the languid drawl pushed his jeans down and took his cock in hand.
Even from the distance, she could tell he was hung. And hung wasn’t even a word she’d normally use, but it suited this young man.
‘Oh, Lord. Look away, woman.’ But she knew she wouldn’t so she ignored her own words.
The most sinful part of it all was that gaze of his locked on her. He knew she was there. He knew she was watching. And he wanted her to see.
That alone set off another slippery clench deep in her cunt and she tightened those internal muscles even further to make the pleasure last. She did it again, and again, as he stroked his cock and kept his eyes on her.
He was close to the window. So close that she wondered if he could feel the warmth of the day still trapped in the glass like she could. Gina had taken several steps forward without even realising it.
The better to see you with, my dear …
A burble of nervous laughter escaped her but she pressed her body, the cool silk robe whispering softly, to the warm windowpane.
He did the same.
His fist slipped up and down his length. She watched him squeeze, manhandling himself way harder than she would ever think to touch a man. He was rough and rude and fast on his erection and his half-smile turned her almost inside out. A small trickle of fluid escaped her and kissed the tops of her thighs. She was going to need to do something about that or she’d never get to sleep.
When she placed her hands on the warm glass, like a dieting woman lusting after a bakery display, to see him better, she saw him smile. He jerked himself a few more times, cupped his balls and came with a groan she could not hear but could see because his head tipped back a bit. His come splashed the window he was so fucking close to the glass, and that made her shiver hotly from head to toe.
He put his hand to the glass, gave her a nod and she imagined she heard him say missus. Then he turned from the window and the lights went out.
Gina sank to the guest bed, facing the far wall. She spread her legs, thankful that beneath her nighty she was bare, and plunged her fingers into her slippery sex. She thrust hard, remembering how hard he’d been with himself. Her free hand plucked and rubbed her swollen clit until she had to capture her tongue between her teeth to remain silent. Her orgasm was brilliant white with bits of pink in the darkness of the dim room.
She flopped back on the bed, covering herself with her robe. Rick, he’d done it to her again. Again …
* * *
It was really hard to focus on weeds when you kept reliving a hot young guy ejaculating on to glass just for your viewing pleasure, this was something Gina was starting to realise. After the third time she pulled a flower instead of a weed, she sat back with a sigh.
‘Bad day?’
His voice was all warm sunshine and hay bales. Gina glanced up with a small start, then laughed. ‘Oh my gosh. You are like a ninja.’
‘I like it. I’ll put that on my résumé. Part-time ninja.’
And sex performer …
‘Did you sleep well, missus?’
‘I did,’ she said. She felt as if her voice was barely audible. He was pressed the fence, watching her. ‘You?’
‘Pretty good. I usually have pre-going-to-school jitters. Junior year is going to be intense. But, hey, you only do college once, right?’
‘Right.’
‘I usually find something to do before bed to blow off some steam.’
Like masturbate for the neighbours …
She bit her lip to swallow a crazy burst of laughter. He almost grinned at her, just his upper lip curling a touch to show he could pretty much read her mind.
‘You have a good day, missus.’ The way he said it made her want to climb the fence and cling to him. Kiss him and touch him and let that stubble she could see on his jawline rub against her own skin and burn her.
‘You too.’
And then he was gone.
She waited for her heartbeat to stabilise and her vision, which had gone blurry with the adrenaline rush, to clear. Then she dropped her trowel and hurried inside. She paused to wash her hands because Stuart was that kind of person and took the steps two at a time.
‘Hey, there you are, I was just finishing up these numbers and then I thought we could –’
‘Fuck me,’ she blurted, taking her shorts off right there in the dining room that her husband had set up as his work-from-home office.
‘What?’
‘Did I stutter?’
‘N-no,’ he stuttered. Which almost made her laugh but she was too far gone.
‘Get it up. I mean off. Get them off and then get it up,’ she barked.
Gina tossed her cut-offs and her hot-pink panties. They landed by the china cabinet. Stuart was busily working his zipper and getting his pants off. He looked turned on and yet terribly scared, too.
She
