Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance (2 page)

I'd be watching. Outside on a picnic table pretending to read, my dark glasses on like a true creep, I'd watch as she laughed and flirted with these guys and the friction of it would run through me until I couldn't take it anymore or risked being discovered. Then I'd rush home and rub one out thinking of the memory of their big, thick bodies next to her tiny frame. At the time I thought it was just very, very weird.

What made act, finally, was that she started talking in particular to one guy. A real beefcake of a guy. A thick, muscled stud. Somehow I felt that if I didn't act then, I was going to lose a chance. At what, I wasn't sure.

I made my move. I stopped her as she walked out of that same class.

"Excuse me," I'd asked walking alongside her in the hall, "aren't you in my psych class?" I lied. Okay, so I didn't have a lot of game.

She seemed shorter up close than from far away. Those bouncy blonde curls cascading over the hood of the sweatshirt she was wearing. As soon as I'd asked it, my heart had started to pound. She was much more beautiful at this proximity as well. I suddenly became painfully aware of how completely out of my league I was.

She kind of squinted her eyes at me through her thick, dark-rimmed glasses, as if trying to recall a face from a distant past. I was sure everyone could hear the pounding of my heart in the deathly silence that had suddenly engulfed the hall. With the same look of puzzlement still painted across her brow, she raised and eye and asked,

"Professor Patterson?"

I wasn't, in fact, her Professor Patterson. I knew Professor Patterson because he was friends with my adviser. The guy was like, fifty years old. I
was
pretty sure I didn't look that old. Maybe she just had terrible vision.

Did I look that old? Maybe I could have worn a nicer sweater that day. Or maybe it was the corduroy pants? My face began to glow a gentle pink.

"I...what I meant was, I think you might be in the same class as me. The one you just walked out of?" I said.

"Oh!" she said with a giggle of relief, "Sorry! You look like one of my teachers!"

"No..." was all I managed to say before she cut me off.

"Where you going to ask me something?"

Gathering my courage, I swallowed and opened my mouth to start talking again.

Thankfully, at that moment, the guy she'd spent so much time around, a guy I'd nicknamed Biff, happened to pass us by and took an interest in our conversation.

"Is this guy bothering you?" Biff-The-Not-So-Gentle-Football-Giant asked, pointing a finger at me but still staring at her. She glanced at him before turning back to me and shrugging.

"Not really."

Not really. I looked at her. I looked at Biff. An uncomfortable tension started in between my legs.

"He was just going to ask me something."

My eyes widened as I realized Biff had no intention of leaving. The two of them were staring at me, Biff eyeing her from time to time, his eyes roaming up and down her body. He obviously had intentions, too.

Okay. Fine. A foreign feeling swelled inside me. Fuck it. I could do this.

"I just wanted to see if you felt like getting coffee sometime?" I asked, astounded at how casual I managed to sound. I saw Biff's brow furrow. A slight smile spread across her lips.

"I'm sixteen. Is that okay?" she asked, looking from side to side then back up at me.

The words made my heart stop. My mouth dropped open and my eyes went wide. Was I really this bad a judge of age?!? She really looked like she was at least...fuck, eighteen? Did they even have sixteen year olds in college?

Biff appeared equally put out by the admission. His mouth dropped open a little bit and he stood there staring his big, dumb stare until something shook him awake.

"Uh, I gotta go..." he mumbled, turning and shuffling off. She turned to see him go but turned right back to me.

"I..." I began, my hands gesticulating slow shapes as if that would help birth the words that weren't coming.

"...feel really bad about hitting on a teenager?" she asked plainly.

"I was not..." I began to explain, my arms cutting through the air in slow karate chops.

"You're fun," the two words popped out of her mouth with a giggle. "I'm not really sixteen. You know?"

At this point I started shaking my head. My eyes got even wider and I just stood there staring at her and shrugging. This was the most awkward moment I'd ever experienced in my life.

She giggled again. After a moment, or a minute, or who knows how long, she spoke and saved me from myself again. "Were you going to ask me to dinner or something?" she asked, shaking her head gently from side to side and making those beautiful blonde waves dance along her shoulders.

My eyes went even wider and I was worried that if I shrugged any more awkwardly my head would disappear into my torso. So instead, I nodded.

Another giggle that bubbled into a laugh. "Okay. Fenn House. West Door. Seven? I'll bring ID."

Wink.

She turned her head first and the rest of her body followed as she walked down the hall. Peeking out from just beneath the sweater was the outline of what I would come to know as the most beautiful ass I had ever seen.

I was sweating, my pulse was thudding in my chest but I couldn't stop staring at the beautiful, quirky nerd that had wrapped me around her little finger.

When I showed up a few minutes before seven, she was already there. And she had transformed completely. The black tights and sagging hoodie were gone. In their place was a tight red top and an even tighter black skirt that outlined every perfect curve of her body. Two perfect mounds of cleavage threatened to burst from the low cut of the shirt. Her shape swept inwards to a slender waist, then flared again into full hips and the most beautiful round ass I'd ever seen.

I looked down at the faded jeans and button-down shirt I'd decided to wear. From the way she usually dressed, this was the last thing I'd expected. When I looked back up, she was smiling such a confident, sexy, completely disarming smile. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Again.

She laughed. "I guess we should have talked about where we're going?"

For the first time since I'd started stalking her, or since we'd talked, I cracked a smile. I'd never felt so played by a woman in my life. And I'd never felt so alive.

"I mean...I could change?" I managed to say, shaking my head and chuckling.

"Sure. Let's go to your place." she said, with that quirky smile and a firm nod.

I raised an eyebrow. Either I was being very clueless or she was being forward. That's the thing with dating loud women, they never made me guess.

"I could go? I'd be back in..."

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. Both of them actually. She started shaking her head slightly from side to side, still smiling.

"Or we could both go. Whatever."

The shake swung up into a nod and I realized that this stunning creature was...hot for me?!?

We started walking and I felt the bead of perspiration starting on my forehead. Okay so I liked it when women took charge but this was takey-chargey in a quiet, unsettling way. I couldn't think of what to say. I could feel her eyes on me, waiting for me to break the silence. I just couldn't think of what to say!

"I'm Rebecca," she piped up cheerfully after a while, just when I'd given serious consideration to running the other way.

Come on man, pull yourself together. I stopped, turned to face her and stuck out my hand.

"Okay," I said, trying to pull off a "man voice". "Let me try this again. I'm John. John Forrest."

"Pleasure to meet you John Forrest," she answered with a little curtsey.

It all felt better now. The idea of her was less intimidating somehow.

"I'm sorry about what I did," she said, putting her delicate soft hand to my arm.

"About what you did? What did you do? This is me, by the way," I said, pointing to the apartment building in front of us.

"About the thing at school. Telling you I was sixteen." She let out another little giggle at the memory.

"You're not though, are you?"

"No," she shook her head, still smiling. Her wavy blonde locks that she'd tightened into curls bounced along her shoulders.

I couldn't help but smile. There was a weird knot forming in my stomach. A very warm, very pleasant knot. "Why'd you do that anyways?"

"I had to get rid of Mr. Football."

Get rid of Mr. Football. The memory of him standing next to her, of her talking to him, sent another bolt of delicious agony through me.

"Are you two...?"

"Nope," she answered before I could finish.

"Oh."

She let out a guffaw. "Sorry to disappoint you!"

It made me realize how dismayed I'd sounded at her reply.

"No! No, no...I just..."

She raised an eyebrow, her eyes searching mine.

"I just didn't want to...you know..." I trailed off, hoping she understood.

She nodded but something in the way she stared made it seem like she didn't believe me.

A silence settled around us and it started to feel awkward, just standing there.

"Why don't I...why don't I go get changed?" I whispered, most of me not wanting to leave her there but a part of me feeling inviting her upstairs might be too forward.

"Why don't I come with you?" came the reply.

"I saw you, you know?" she said, standing in my hallway as I closed the door. It sent a shudder through me and set my mind racing. I turned slowly to face her, clutching at terrible ideas about what to say before I finally settled on one.

"Saw me what?" I asked, feigning innocence.

She smiled and shook her head. Letting me know she could see right through my terrible acting.

"I saw you watching me."

My eyes went wide and I put my hands up to protest, to defend myself, to explain I wasn't a serial killer. "Look, I think it's my turn to say sorry I..."

She just stared up at me, her head cocked to one side, those big, blue eyes wondering what I was going to come up with by way of explanation.

"Were you going to say something?" she asked, her face long and innocent after too much time had passed in silence.

"I guess I just wanted to explain..."

She began nodding slowly, still waiting for what I was going to come up with, not letting me off the hook.

"It wasn't stalking." Why?!? Why John Forrest, why did you have to use that word?!?

"I...I don't know..." I blathered, my mind coming up blank.

Why had I thought I'd been so stealthy and discreet was the real question? Why had I thought she would have no idea what I'd done? I should have had a plan, come up with something, been smarter about it than this.

"So why did you..." she paused, bit her lip, her eyes moving, searching for the words. "Why today then? Why did you stop me today? Why not just keep watching?"

My heart was racing. This was crazy. It was like she was playing some crazy game. "I guess I thought...I might miss my chance?" I offered.

She pressed on. "Miss your chance, with me?"

"The guy. The big guy," I explained, gesticulating with my hands, my eyes on anything but hers. "I thought you guys were...a thing."

That uncomfortable silence began to seep into me. Her stare didn't help matters. Before I could do anything about it, I felt my cock flex.

My eyes darted up to hers, hoping desperately the motion hadn't caught her eye. Surely that would be the last straw and she'd be gone. What a horses ass I was!

I saw her eyes shoot up and meet my gaze. She had seen it. She'd looked down and seen my cock move.

I sighed and stepped to one side, giving her a wide berth and a clean line to the door. I was sure that she was just about to leave. I couldn't believe it when she pressed herself against me, her hand drifting down and grazing across the shape of my cock inside my thigh. I flexed again and looked at her.

"Rebecca," I started, breathless and still unsure of what to say.

"You want me to stop?" she asked. Her lips puckered into a pout.

"I just..."

...had no idea what to say. About watching her. About what she was doing now. About how...crazy this was.

"I wanted to tell you that I saw you watching me, John Forrest," she whispered, her hot breath on my ear sending a shiver down my spine and making me even harder

"I wanted to tell you because I thought it was kind of hot."

I flexed in her hand and almost groaned. When I look at her, the smile was back.

"Good," she whispered. "I'm glad you don't think that's crazy."

A surge of heat washed through me and settled in my stiffening cock as she swept down the length of my body, her fingers pulling at the buckle of my belt. The buckle freed, she let it go and it settled, together with my pants, loudly on the floor. She pulled at the elastic of my boxers until the passed the point of most resistance and I came bouncing out in front of her.

She flipped her hair to one side and pressed her lips to my cock, leaving a hot, wet spot there.

I groaned. I couldn't believe this was happening but I in no way wanted it to end.

"I guess you liked it too, then?" she asked, her lips poised to take me in that sweet little mouth.

Cum was already pooling at the base of my cock. I'd never been this aroused this quickly. She was staring at me with hungry eyes, like she knew how close I was and couldn't wait for my eruption. I shook my head. Surely what she was saying couldn't be what was turning me on so much? Could it? She didn't wait for an answer.

Still holding my gaze, she opened her mouth and pushed the head of my cock past her lips. Those perfect, plump, rosy lips. She watched me as I sank into her mouth, a quivering, confused mess. I flexed again and felt the prelude to an orgasm rush through me. Her eyes sparkled at my reaction as she sank onto me deeper still.

I tried my best to hold on. I wasn't sure whether she wanted me to finish, or tell her I was going to, or what? But the words she'd spoken wouldn't let me go.

I saw you watching me.

Three quick strokes with her lips wrapped tightly around me was all it took for me to erupt inside her mouth. Hot jets of my seed pulsed from the end of my throbbing cock and she guzzled them down greedily, the whole time staring at me, wide-eyed and obediently sucking me until I was completely drained.