You watch Morgan alone!

It was now Tuesday, and you had left Morgan's the night before. She asked you to stay over, but you remarked that you were tired and needed a good night sleep. The reality was that you were somewhat disgusted with what happened Sunday night. What was supposed to be a double date, ended up with Morgan and Bill alone and took a turn for the worst. You never thought that you were the one who left her in that position in the first place.

Now you waited in your home. You were in the basement, in front of the TV with your laptop open. You had the feed from Morgan's hallway into her den. You waited for hours after work. You wished you could bug and place videos at Morgan's work, but you weren't quite ready to go THAT far. That would be weird you told yourself.

Finally, she arrived home right on time at around five in the afternoon. She walked into the house and you could see and here her clearly. She was wearing a woman's business suit, with suit pants. You had pleaded with her to get something more sexy, like skirt, and not so conservative. Either way, she looked good. You watched as she took off her suit coat and went to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and ate some small pieces of food. You weren't sure what she was going to do tonight, but you had to know. She went to the bedroom and you switched feeds. You caught her walking into her bedroom, and watched her take off her blouse. She had on a black bra. Her breasts, even though small, were perky and beautiful. You really hadn't paid attention to them in some time.

She pulled down the pants and walked around in her black bra and panties. It was a rather erotic site. For the first time in a long time, you had a hard-on. Well, one that you admitted to. She quickly pulled off the top, and put on a sports bar. She must be going to the gym. This was confirmed when she put on her cute little blue shorts. As she laced up her running shoes, you nodded at her tight curves. She was fit, especially her lovely legs. You switched feeds back to her living room and watched her grab a towel and bag and leave.

Though she wasn't in the house, you half expected her to show up with Bill. She had clearly forgotten her phone, as it was on the coffee table, and you could hear it buzzing in the silence of the empty home. You waited for an hour and a half until she returned.

She came in and set her bag down. She picked her phone up off the table and checked the messages. She didn't respond and went right to the bathroom. You switched to your favorite feed. The one inside her bathroom. You zoomed in to watch her shower. It wasn't a show by any means, but it was highly erotic to you.

When she finished, you watched her put on a t-shirt and pair of grey shorts. You sat content to watch her go about her normal routine. The power you felt watching her was too much, and you had to relieve yourself. As she sat on the couch and poured a glass of wine, you rubbed your cock through your own shorts. She picked up her phone and texted you, asking if she should come over. Never thinking that this might be the opportunity to actually have SEX with her, you continue to merely watch in stunned awe at it all. You rubbed your cock for an hour, until you grunt and cum in your shorts.

Morgan has done nothing but watch TV. As usual, she is constantly texting. You wonder with who. Every now and again she giggles at her phone and shakes her head. Probably Hilary or Melonie you tell yourself.

Then it happens. Morgan lies back on her couch and closes her eyes. Her hands begin to run down her taught stomach. She reaches the hemline of her shorts and pushes her hand under. You see her back arch as her hand moves further under her pants. She is masturbating! She moans softly and her hips move in rhythm with her own hand. She bites her lip and moans softly. You switch the feed to see the view from the wall opposite the couch. Her hand is rubbing hard under her shorts. It takes her about twenty minutes before she finally moans into the supposed empty room. "OH GOD!" She cries out, her hips bucking.

You are erect again, and need to finish yourself off. You can't believe she did that. You wonder what she was thinking about. She quickly picks up her phone and texts someone. In a minute she gets a return text which causess her to laugh out loud. After that, she goes to sleep.

The next day you meet her for coffee during lunch break. She asks why you've been acting weird. If only you knew, you think. When she heads to the bathroom, she leaves her phone charging on the table. You see no texts to Bill, or anyone from the past few days. But you do see one to Hilary from Monday afternoon. It simply says, "I'm sorry about last night, I really need to talk to you. This is HUGE!" You then see a three hour call to Hilary during Morgan's work hours. Either she erased all the texts or you were imagining things. Did she know you checked her phone?

The week progresses the same way. You continue to blow off her plans, and occasionally begin to all together ignore her texts. On Thursday, when she comes home, she is on the phone. "So you're not mad at me?" She asks. You can't hear the voice on the other end. "You're great Hilary, again, I'm sorry!" Again silence, "I know, I'll tell you how it goes." She smiled at the response on the other end, "No YOU'RE THE SLUT!" She confirms that they are still on for Friday. She hangs up the phone. At night she has dinner with her father.

After dinner, she texts you whether you are still going out with her and Hilary and maybe Melonie. You dejectedly agree. You did need some time to talk with her. Morgan then sits back on the couch and continues a barrage of texts over several hours. Finally, she goes into the shower. You watch her lather herself up, and pay special attention to her cunt. She has masturbated every night. Was she normally like this?

Finally Friday roles around, and you have **** but to go out with Morgan and Hilary. Melonie was a no show again. You guys go to a small bar and have a few drinks. When you ask why Melonie didn't come, Hilary points to Morgan, "Ask her, she is pissed at your girlfriend!"

Morgan goes red, causing the fading hickey on her neck to almost darken again. "It's about something I said."

Hilary laughed loudly, "More like something you did!"

"What did you do?" You ask.

Morgan gives Hilary a mean look. "It's about Bill. She's mad because I can't hook her up with him."

Hilary again prodded, "And why is that?"

Morgan shook her head looking at Hilary in anger. "Because she isn't his type I guess. Who knows, he's an asshole. Can we change the subject!"

The night goes on and you have drinks. Hilary leaves. You offer her a shot, remembering how much she LOVES when Bill gets them. She refuses. "I gotta get up in the morning," she shakes her head. When you ask why, she says she is going shopping early with Hilary. That is when you remember that tomorrow is Morgan's day off. The day she promised to spend with Bill. Was she lying right to your face? It couldn't be!

Morgan drives towards her house. She expects to come over to your place. You tell her to just drive you home as you're tired. She asks what is wrong with you these past few days. You tell her nothing. "Whatever," she says and drives away slightly angry.

You go into your room and get the laptop set up. Since she took the wrong purse, there was no bug to hear her on the ride home. When she arrives at her place, she sets down her bag and goes right to sleep. You fall asleep yourself wondering if she would really go through with her "promise".

You come awake late the next morning. The feed of Morgan's room is still on, however, she isn't in bed. You switch to the living room, and don't see her. Then you turn to the bathroom feed. You are greeted by the image of her in the tub. She is shaving her legs. Why do such a thing today at this time, and not last night. When she is finished her legs part, and her hands move down below the side of the tub. "DAMN!" You say aloud, you can't see. But you now what she is doing. It's like the thirteenth time this week.

She cleans herself off and then goes to get ready. You pick up your phone and send the first pre-emptive text in a week. You say good morning and ask how she is doing. You watch her phone buzz on the counter outside the bathroom. She picks it up and responds, "I'm doing good. Going to the mall now with Hilary, talk to you later. Have a good day!"

Morgan then goes about getting ready. She puts on her tight black underwire bra. This seems odd to you, as girls are normally uncomfortable in these. Then she pulls on a blue shirt that buttons up above her cleavage. She pulls on a black thong. Strange for a day shopping with her friend. Then you see her put on her jean skirt. It's not totally weird, but it does seem odd. She puts on five inch cork wedge shoes with black straps. This was definitely weird as she only wore these out to bars, or to look sexy and tall.

She spends the next hours putting on make-up. To see Melonie? When she is done, she throws things into her purse. Luckily, its the bugged purse. You check the receiver to make sure it works. It does. You watch her leave and keep the bug on. She isn't saying a word as she drives.

About twenty minutes later, you hear the car door open. "What's up babe!" You recognize the voice over the music. IT'S FUCKING BILL! You rush to put on sweat pants and a t-shirt and get in your car.