Chapter 5

The next message she sent was a telephone number. I grabbed the phone, called the number and watched her as she got up from the desk and picked up a cordless phone in the kitchen.

"Hello again," a woman's voice said.

"Open your door," she then said. "I can't see you as well through the French doors. Why do you have them anyway? Everyone else has regular sliding doors."

"Come with the place," I replied. "I guess the privacy excuse is no good."

We laughed. "I'm sorry," she said. I watched her wandering her kitchen, putting things away and fondling plants. She would move past the doorway here and there, glancing across to me. I opened the French door and felt the warm morning air hit me.

"Well," I said, "it's fine as long as we're even."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You caught me, so maybe you owe me a little something in return."

"Tell you what," she said, now stopping in front of the sliding door, to where I could see her in full. "I'll play along if you finish what you started."

I smiled. "Agreed."

"OK," she then said, "speakerphone time."

I hit the speakerphone button and put the receiver down. Back to the door, where she was already waiting with a smile. I reached for the stool behind me and sat on it. "Don't face me," she said. "Act like you don't even know I'm here."

"What's my motivation?" I asked.

"Look at your computer screen," she replied.

The camera was shooting her from the side as she leaned against her countertop, looking sideways across the alley at me. The belt of her robe was loosened and she tugged at it slightly to make it open. Her legs were first exposed.

I followed them up to her thighs, where luscious curves swooped to her hips. She was not wearing anything underneath the robe and the darkness of her muff was apparent. The robe was now hanging on to her only by her breasts, which remained covered by the material.

My hand slid into my boxers and worked my tingling cock up and down. Her hands moved up her thighs to her stomach and as they slid over her breasts, the robe finally gave way. She rolled the robe around her shoulders and put her hands on her hips in a seductive pose.

The image had my balls swelling with adrenaline and cum. "Let me see that cock," she then said, leaning forward to get a better look through the window. "I want to see you spray that hot cum."

I lifted my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I stood then, stepping out of the boxers with my cock now extended into the air. While she gasped and giggled and cooed at the sight, my mind was thinking: Where the fuck was I gonna shoot this thing? The sudden concern broke my concentration.

I looked at the cam and realized she had moved out of view because she was entranced in the window. I looked across at her and then felt myself standing here naked in an open doorway.

"Come over here," I then said.

"No, no," she said. "Just come for me."

"I'd rather come on you," I replied, looking straight at her across the alley. "But someone might see . . ."

"Go through the garage. I'll meet you there."

"But . . . !" she pleaded. I hung up the phone and closed the door, hoping she'd obey. I looked up to check and she was wrapping the robe back around her body.

I pounced down the stairs with my cock slapping against my stomach and headed for the garage. I heard a garage door open and hit the switch for mine. She was scurrying across the alley, with her slippers scratching the asphalt.