See my last story for more context.
I met the neighbor across the street after a late-night car crash. This is the third time we fucked. The second time was a very uneventful quickie.
My husband drank way too much at a party last night and threw up this morning. I got him Gatorade and ibuprofen and he said to wake him at 11am.
I was up before 8am and I was laying on our living room couch. I got horny thinking about a guy complimenting me at the party and I started to rub my pussy through my green lacy panties (St Patrick’s Day party). I kept edging myself when I heard a car door slam.
I looked out the window and it was Nick, the neighbor I had seen twice now. It was actually his trunk that slammed. I watched him get in his car, hoping he’d see me in the window in just my panties and a tight tank top. He didn’t so I texted him: Look over here.
He looked at his phone and then looked at my house. He said he couldn’t see because of the glare.