I'm going to do it. I'm really going to do it.

My hands were trembling so badly that I actually had trouble grabbing hold of the curtains. But once I did, I ripped them open, staring out into the darkness.

It wasn't too late yet, but it was dark enough that I could already see the light shining from the houses across the street.

Luckily, Mason's house was sandwiched between the perfect houses to put on such a show. On his right was a single-floor house, meaning they wouldn't be able to see above the fence. And on his left was an old two-story belonging to an elderly couple.

I knew the couple well. I'd even been over to their house a few times myself. Which is why I knew their bedroom was on the ground floor. Apparently, Father Time takes your knees first. Now, their upstairs was mostly used for storage and the occasional overnight visit from their kids.

Mason, however, had the perfect view for the little show I had planned. The light was on in the room he'd watched me from last night, so it was probably safe to say that he was in there now. All I had to do was wait.

I went to my closet and grabbed a skimpy red lingerie from the back. Honestly, I almost felt nostalgic holding it. I used to love wearing lingerie. The smooth feeling of the satin against my skin, how sexy and powerful I felt when wearing it, and, of course, the reaction of the person who would see me wearing it.

However, that passion had died a long time ago. Even when I did still put in the effort with Phil, he was rarely ever home. I guess, over time, I got sick of getting all dressed up to surprise him only to be let down with another "late night at the office." Eventually, I stopped trying altogether. Now, the lingerie gathered dust at the back of my closet, only appearing twice a year or so whenever a "special occasion" popped up.

And tonight would be a very special occasion.

I smiled giddily at the little red slip in my hands. I walked over to the mirror and held it against my clothed body as if I were just testing how it might look on me. Like a spider in her web, I waited patiently for my sweet little fly to get captured by the bright red silk.

And that patience was greatly rewarded. After about ten minutes I caught a glimpse of a figure in my mirror. Mason walked past his window, shirtless, his hair dripping wet. I'm guessing he'd just gotten out of the shower.

At first, he just passed by the window. However, not ten seconds later, I watched as he walked by it again. I thought he might have forgotten something. But no. Instead, he hovered by the window, staring straight ahead at something on his wall.

What was he doing exactly? The answer came a moment later as he, ever so casually, tilted his head in my direction.

I was giggling like a schoolgirl whose crush had winked at her. I actually had to take a second to compose myself so I didn't give anything away. So, he was looking for me. Just as I thought. The "helpful neighbor" show he'd put on earlier had been just that. A show. Well, now he was the one about to witness a performance.

And he looked ready for it too. I saw the way his eyes widened as he noticed the red lingerie against my body. But I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing it right away. No, I wanted to make him wait, to see exactly how far I could push him before giving him that satisfaction.

Slowly, purposefully. I folded up the lingerie neatly and set it on top of my dresser. "Put away", but still perfectly within his line of site. A sweet little temptation to keep him right where I wanted him.

My clothes today had been pretty modest, a knee-length skirt and a long-sleeved shirt for the slightly chilly weather. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it onto my bed. My skirt I unzipped and let it fall to my ankles before kicking it off to the side. Quick, simple, and efficient. I didn't put any effort into trying to make it "look sexy." Aside from doing us both the favor of skipping over the frumpy "practical housewife" clothes, it also helped to push the idea that I had no idea he was watching me.

Now, the fun part.

I was happy I'd decided to wear a matching set of bra and panties today. They might not have been the sexiest clothes I owned, but they certainly fit me in all the right places.

Not that it mattered. I wouldn't be wearing them long anyway.

I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. I didn't do it right away though. Instead, I pretended to struggle with it for a minute, enjoying the anticipation I could see building on Mason's face as he watched me.

Once I had it unclasped, I slipped my arms out of the straps, but held the cups to my chest, as if I were checking out how they fit me. This was enough for him to give up any pretense of "pretending not to look" anymore. In frustration he knelt by the window, resting his arms against the windowsill. I could see his eyes, begging me to stop being such a damn tease and give him something already. I was more than happy to comply.

With a flick of my wrist, I tossed the bra onto the bed with my shirt. Like last night, I angled my body to give him a better view. I trailed my fingers down my chest slowly, keeping my eyes on him the entire time.

His eyes, however, were firmly focused on my breasts. At least, until he noticed my hands start to dip lower. He followed my fingers down my body, along my waist, across my hip. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Last night, we had been interrupted before we could get to anything good. But tonight, that wouldn't be a problem. Tonight, I had all the time in the world to play and tease him, and I planned to take full advantage of that fact.

I slipped my fingers below my panties. His eyes lit up at the sight of it. However, I could barely focus on that right now. Instead, I was occupied by the surge of pure pleasure that coursed through my body as my fingers brushed against the sweet little spot between my legs.

A small whimper of a moan escaped my lips. My legs nearly gave way beneath me right then and there. And he could tell. As his hungry eyes devoured me, only one thought was running through my head.

He did it again.

In all my life, I'd never had somebody affect my body the way that Mason seemed to. To the point where just a brush of his fingers—No, even his gaze, set my body aflame and made me burn with desire for him.

And still, I wanted more. I reached my free hand up to massage my breast while the other continued to tease my sweet spot. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't too long before my legs gave out and forced me to a sitting position on the floor.

I watched him the entire time. Any sense of "holding back" or "modesty" was gone now. His forehead was pressed right against the window. I could see the steam on the glass where his hot breath hit it. Quickly, rapidly, it appeared and disappeared on the glass. He was probably panting just as hard as I was right now. That knowledge only increased the already growing wetness in my panties.

Originally, I'd planned on teasing him a bit more, maybe drawing all this out. But I couldn't take it anymore. I slipped my panties down to my ankles and laid back, spreading my legs. I thought about turning my body towards him and giving him a "full view" of what I was about to do, but I didn't want to lose my view of him in the process.

He didn't exactly seem like he was disappointed though. I could only really see him from the chest down, so it wasn't like I had the kind of luxury view that he did right now. But what I could see was that one of his arms had mysteriously slipped below the windowsill. His body started shaking in a rhythmic motion and his face flushed slightly as lust filled his eyes.

He was thinking of me. He was looking at me. He wanted me. That was all I could think about as I reached down and slipped two fingers inside myself.

I'd never had such instantaneous pleasure before. Not by myself, not with anyone else, never. My back arched, my legs shook, and a moan lewd enough to make a pornstar blush left my lips. I surrendered myself to the pleasure.

I wasn't thinking anymore. I was only feeling. I started grinding my hips against my fingers, my palm pressing into my sweet spot, sending pleasure throughout my body in pulses. And in that hazy pleasure, the only thing I could see was Mason.

His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth as he panted at me. His other arm had slipped below the window as well, his entire body was rocking now. I bit my lip as I watched. I wondered what it must look like, what it would feel like, how it would fill me up inside.

I slipped a third finger inside myself as I imagined it, hoping to relieve some of the aching emptiness that I felt inside. But it was no good. I could never reach deep enough to touch the places that I wanted him to fill.

Sweet, wet sounds surrounded me. I could feel my juices dripping down my fingers and pooling beneath me. I whimpered pathetically as my body twisted and arched, desperate to reach that burning spot inside of me.

I needed him. I needed him so bad. To touch him, to feel him, to hear him call my name with his lust-filled voice. God, if I could just have him once.

I watched as Mason's breathing quickened, and so did the way his body shook. He was close. I could tell. I started to finger myself faster, trying to match his speed. My entire body was trembling with desire, beads of sweat slid down my legs, I could feel the pressure inside of me building and building.

Then, it happened.

All at once, my legs spasmed and shook, my heart raced wildly, and a chorus of unabashed animalistic moans filled the air as an explosion of pure pleasure burst through every cell in my body. It was bliss, it was ecstasy, a satisfaction I never even knew my body was capable of. And it was all because of him.

However, like all good things, all too soon, those feelings started to fade. I lie on the floor, panting and trembling as small aftershocks of pleasure occasionally pulsed through my body. My entire body was tingling. My head still in a misty haze of lust.

But I could still see Mason. Apparently, my little "finale" had pushed him past his limit as well. I watched his eyes roll back slightly before he closed them completely. His entire body shuddered, and his arms slowed to a halt. He sat there for a while unmoving, his body shivering slightly from time to time.

I smiled and bit my lip as the sight sent another small pulse of pleasure between my legs. I watched as he leaned heavily against the window. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at me again, his eyes still cloudy with lust.

But I wasn't finished yet. No, I had one last little trick up my sleeve before I finished with him tonight. Slowly, shakily, I sat myself up and looked out the window. Staring directly into his eyes.

The color immediately drained from his face. I guess he really didn't know that I could see him. I could see the panic building the longer he watched me. So, I made sure to let him know that he had nothing to be afraid of.

I stood up, giving him a sultry smile. I grabbed the red lingerie from the top of my dresser and slipped it over my head, checking myself in the mirror one last time before walking to the window.

I could see his panic starting to fade as I did. Sultry smile aside, he probably figured that I would have already run to call the cops or something by now if I was really that uncomfortable with him "watching" me.

As I stepped into the full frame of the window, I gave him a playful wave. A faint blush filled his cheeks, but he gave a sheepish smile and returned the wave. I gestured grandly to the lingerie I was wearing. He stared at me for a second before giving an awkward thumbs-up in response.

I couldn't help but laugh. When I finally composed myself, I gave him a playful smile and did a couple of dramatic poses, showing off the lingerie. I made sure to turn around a couple times, giving him a full view of what I'd put on for him.

He looked dumbstruck. Although, in his defense, I don't think he really knew how to react to anything that had happened tonight.

Humor seemed to be his default setting though. He clapped his hands together lightly as if giving me a round of applause. Another small snicker escaped my lips as he did.

Alright. Best to end this now before things turned from playful and sexy to just plain silly. I kissed my fingertips and blew him a small kiss. Again, this little teasing seemed to leave him stunned. But I didn't wait around for his reaction this time. Just as quickly as I'd ripped them open earlier, I snapped the curtains shut again. Always leave them wanting more, right? I smiled to myself.

At least, until I turned around and realized what a mess the room was now. God, I'd nearly forgotten that "getting down and dirty" actually was, in fact, dirty. If you did it right, at least.

I sighed as I looked around at wet spots on the floor and clothes strewn everywhere. The clothes were forgivable, but I didn't want Phil coming home and stepping in a puddle or something. That certainly wasn't a conversation I felt like having.

Choosing the quickest, and easiest, solution, I gathered up my clothes and dropped them unceremoniously in a pile over the wet spot. I could just wash them tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning, I would turn into "Maggie, the good little housewife" again. I would wash the clothes, and mop the floor, and make sure the house was neat and tidy. I would water my garden, I would smile to the neighbors, and I'd have a brief chat with Linda from down the street when she passed by on her morning jog. Tomorrow morning I'd be the same old Maggie that I'd always been.

But tomorrow night?

I smiled as I crawled into bed, my entire body heavy with exhaustion. My head barely even hit the pillow before my eyes started to close. Normally, sleep was a double-edged sword for me. The relief of a day being over mixed with the dread that I'd have to face a new one when I woke up. But for the first time in a very long time, I was excited for tomorrow.