Morgan becomes distant, and you follow her everywhere!

After that night, you slept together, but you didn't feel she was into it. She kinda just laid there and allowed you to fuck her. She made you wear a condom. The next day, you watched her in her home after she left. Nothing out of the ordinary. She went to the gym, talked on the phone to her family and friends and cooked herself dinner. She sure did text message a lot. You wondered with who?

The next day, you called in sick to work and followed her to her own work. Bill didn't show up like you thought he would. That afternoon she texted you to come over, and you refused, content to watch. When she got home, you watched her change into her tight pink bikini. It was a sunny day, and she actually went to her deck and laid out a towel. She rubbed tanning lotion all over her body paying special attention to her legs. The deck had a high walls on the sides, and you were shocked when she took off her top. She laid out in the sun for an hour.

She plopped down onto the couch, and sipped a glass of wine, without her top on. As she laid down, you knew what was coming. Her eyes closed and she smiled to herself as she ran her hands over her tits. She licked her fingers and ran them down her tight stomach and under the top of her pink bikini bottoms. Her hips moved up as her fingers stretched the fabric from beneath. The movement of her hands told you she was delving her fingers into her cunt. About ten minutes later, her mouth opened wide and you could hear a moan over the TV. She smiled to herself and fell into a blissful nap.

The next day went similarly, with her sun bathing. However, today she took off the bottoms as well. She laid out on the deck completely nude. You were flabbergasted. The walls were high, but all one needed to do was look over from their own deck. She had many neighbors in the complex.

She walked back into the house an hour later and plopped in the same position on the couch. This time, you could see it all, as her index finger and her middle finger were plunged into her waiting pussy. You could tell she hadn't shaven in a bit down there. When she came, so did you, all over your computer.

Wednesday came, and this seemed to be a ritual. However, today when she reached down to play with herself, she sighed deeply. She shook her head. Picking up the phone, she texted someone frantically. She stood up and paced the floor of her house nude, waiting for a response. One came several minutes later. She looked at the text and you could almost see the lightbulb go off in her head. "OOHHHH! THAT'S how he does it!" She smiled and plunked her form back on the couch. Who was HE? What was he telling her?

You swtiched the camera to get a view from the opposite wall. Morgan's leg hung off the couch. You watched as she rubbed her stomach. This time, her fingers stopped at the top of her slick folds. This was not the normal way she masturbated. She pushed one the left side of her cunt, the area called the labia. She used her index finger to rub this sensitive area hard, and the middle finger to rub her clitoris. Within a minute her head shot up, her eyes opened, a wide grin on her face. She cried out, "OH FUCK YEAH!" She rubbed herself hard now. Her hips bucked up and down. She was cumming. When her body had relaxed, she actually pumped her fist in triumph. "YES!" She shouted.

She picked up the phone and texted again. She got a response and laughed. She hurried out of the den. You switched the cameras until you found her in the bathroom putting bubbles in a bath. She hoped in the tub and spent the next two hours repeating her new-found fingering technique. You watched her cum at least eight times. Each time, it only took a manner of minutes. Someone had taught her how to get herself off better? Could that be true? You knew who HE was. It caused you to clench a fist. He was telling you girlfriend how to beat off now.

Morgan fell asleep an hour later. She didn't even get under the covers. She seemed to exhausted. Her smile was evident in the camera. You could see it because you had nightvision on and zoomed in.

On Thursday, you followed her to work again. Today, you texted her how she was doing. You hadn't even realized you were only texting her like twice a day. Who was she constantly texting then?

She didn't respond for an hour, despite the fact that you were across the street from her work watching. She wasn't even doing anything. You texted to see if she wanted to hang out, and she told you she was tired today. You had placed a bug in almost all her bags now, making sure you'd get everything.

You followed her to her home, your laptop in your lap. You hadn't gone to work all week, using leave. So much for the trip to Florida with Morgan in a few weeks. Since she had paid for the hotel and flight, you knew she'd be pissed.

As she entered her home, you heard her on the phone. "So you're not mad at me then Melonie!" She smiled listening, "You're the best." Silence for a moment. "I don't know, we'll see." She laughed at the response. "I know, I'm screwed, but who cares!" She set the phone down and went about tanning again. By now, her skin was bronzed, with no tan lines.

You were surprised when she began to finger herself on the deck. This was getting too much. She played with herself for the next four hours and again fell asleep without preparing for bed.

Friday came around, and you watched her get up and prepare for her big meeting. She dressed in a black suit and pants. As she grabbed her things she looked at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breathe and went back into her room. You watched her change out of the suit. She pulled a bag from her large closet. It was the bag with her "new" suit. A moment later, she stood in the skirt suit. She looked amazing. Even more so now that she was tanned. Her legs looked stunning in the suit, capped off with black heels.

The day went by, and finally you saw her prepare for her meeting from across the street. She retreated to a conference room with several people. you heard her pitch her new program. The owner and partners agreed with her and greenlit the project. Later, she returned shaking some hands and then went back to the front desk. When the upper management left, she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. She grabbed her phone outta the bag. She called someone. "You were right! It worked. They were like putty in my hands." She laughed at the response you couldn't hear. Who was on the phone? "Yeah, not EVERYTHING is putty in my hands." She chuckled. More silence. "Of course they were staring at my legs, how could you not!" She chatted with this person for a bit, ending the conversation with, "Yeah, drinks tonight at the bar on fourth street."

After Morgan left work, you texted her. She told you she was going out with friends tonight right after work. You wondered if she was lying. You followed her to a Applebees and saw Hilary and Melonie there. They were all coming from work. The girls chatted and laughed for hours and drank Margaritas. It was about eight when they left. You followed them to the bar.

Morgan came out without her blazer on. She had a white blouse that accentuated her small stomach and perky tits. She still had the skirt and heels on though. The girls entered the rather empty bar and began to drink. You watched from outside, hearing bits and pieces. Soon, the bar filled, and you couldn't hear a thing. It was time to go inside. You entered the bar and went to the very back. They didn't notice.

After another hour, two men you didn't recognize showed up. They smiled and hugged Hilary and Melonie, and shook Morgan's hand. The men bought shots and drinks and began to talk to the girls. You noticed that the taller one was clearly into Melonie, as they chatted and danced in place. The other guy was talking exclusively to Hilary. Morgan sat at the bar constantly checking her phone, and texting someone.

It was getting late, when you saw Morgan jump off her seat, a wide smile on her face. Out of the crowd, and up to the bar came Bill. Morgan jumped at him and hugged him. Bill looked over to Melonie with a face that wasn't quite sure how she'd react. Melonie just smiled and hugged him. She slapped his chest and shook her head. Hilary hugged him next. Morgan then introduced Bill to the other men. What was going on here? This wasn't a night out with the girls.

Bill bought another round, and some shots. Morgan was wasted by this point, having been out since after work. You observed the new dynamic. Hilary was chatting with Melonie and the two guys, while Morgan and Bill sat at the bar leaning in and talking. The LMFAO song came on and the girls all ran to the dance floor. They paired off just as you had observed earlier. Hilary with her guy, Melonie with hers, and Bill dancing at a distance behind Morgan. When the song ended, everyone but Morgan and Bill went back to the bar. They went outside and shared a cigarette. Were they really becoming that good of friends?

They returned to the group and everyone continued to have fun. More drinks and more shots. You noticed that Hilary wasn't drinking anymore. The group went back to the dance floor. The space between Bill and Morgan became much less. Soon they were grinding on the dance-floor, and the other two pairs seemed to sense the new attitude and joined in the fun.

You watched Bill and Morgan go out for cigarettes every few minutes. Morgan rarely smoked. What was this? At one point, after a session of grinding/dancing, Morgan and Bill went to the back of the bar. You lost track. You moved through the crowd. You gasped to see them in a corner, making out obscenely. This again changed the attitude of the night. From this point on, when they returned to the bar, they were closer than ever. They constantly whispered to each other, then kissed. Melonie and Hilary didn't even flinch. Did they hate you?

The bar closed and the group walked out, allowing you to hear them again. "Where to now?" Bill asked.

You stood motionless when Morgan said, "we can drink at my place!" You watch as they went to Hilary's car. There were only five seat. The guy who talked with Hilary sat in the passenger seat. Melonie sat in the middle at the back. Bill was on her left, and her own man was on her right. Morgan walked over to Bill's side. Your jaw dropped when she jumped in and sat on his lap. You could hear them chatting the whole way to Morgan's as you followed.