Fifty-Five Precious Minutes Ch. 02

Time's up. My fun's over for another day. I need to hurry. I can't be the sexual temptress any more, I don't have the time. I need to be 'Mum' and my transformation has to happen fast. I dress quickly, pulling on jeans and a sweater, a shabby one that hides my curvaceous figure and makes me look older. I don't care. I don't want to draw attention to myself at the school gates. I have no desire to be one of the 'yummy mummies' who flirt outrageously with the younger Dads. Why would I bother? I get all the thrills I need at home. I have a gorgeous husband who adores me and the added spice of my very own secret admirer. I'm blessed.

Reality approaches and soon I'll be held in it's vice like grip...school run, swimming lesson, tea, housework, bed time for Charlie. Shit! Schedules fill my brain.

"Ugh! Not yet," I utter forcing them out.

Instead I think of Tom... and you. Wouldn't it be exciting if I could persuade Tom to leave the curtains open when we fuck at night? I think you'd enjoy seeing Tom and I fucking. He's good, he's passionate. He likes to take me from behind so you'd get a great view of his fat cock sliding in and out of my pussy as he fucks me hard. You could watch his muscles ripple and his buttocks tense as he drives his cock into me and when he reaches climax...oh yes, that would make you cum. He grips my ass and bites my shoulders when he fills me with his cream. He's an animal, so wild. You'd love watching that, wouldn't it? Oh God, the idea excites me... perhaps I could engineer it to happen, just once, before I move away?

Oh yes, you don't know about that do you? You're not aware that our time together is running out. You will be when the 'for sale' sign goes up. I'm sorry to be leaving you but my poor Tom's daily commute is killing him and he gets home so late at night. Life will be much easier for him once we're living closer to his work and I'll see much more of him. I'm looking forward to that.

3.02pm. I have to go but first I do something else I've never done before and it sends my heart into palpitations. I walk towards the window, lean on the sill and gaze out, blatantly scrutinising your window. I want to decipher once and for all if you're Adam or Gillian.

"Come on, show yourself," I mutter under my breath.

I see movement and for a split second I think you're going to stand up, wave at me and reveal your identity. I freeze, a slight frown furrowing my brow.

"Go on...do it," I urge through clenched teeth.

Nothing, your shadow doesn't move. You're not ready and I shouldn't push you. I look away, studying the garden then our neighbour's house. I stare hard enough to sow the seeds of doubt in your mind, to make you wonder what I'm searching for. I leave you with doubts -- do I know you're there or not?

Perhaps it's better not to know who you are, it's more fun to guess and besides, I don't really care. Your identity doesn't matter to me. You're the watcher, the peeping Tom who enjoys our liaisons as much as I do. You get off on the private connection we have, one so powerful it never fails to bring us both to orgasm. We add excitement to each other's daily routines, a touch of secretive naughtiness. I'll miss that, I truly will.

3.06pm. I exit from view and blow you a kiss. Hmm, perhaps I'll expose my breasts to you tomorrow? Full-frontal nudity and a wink straight at the telescope! Oh yes, I have to do that! It's time to put you out of your misery and reveal once and for all that I know you're watching me. No more speculation, no more teasing. I'm going to stand here and wave 'till you acknowledge me. Hell, why not? I've nothing to lose now my house is on the market. My heart flutters. Yes, our next encounter will be different, it'll be special.

"Until tomorrow my loyal voyeur, 2.12pm precisely and you're in for a treat!"