Chloe in the Bedroom

I followed Chloe to the front door where there were several large boxes marked OVERNIGHT DELIVERY. "These were supposed to come earlier, but naturally they showed up at the least convenient time," Chloe explained.

"Curtains?" I asked.

"That's what I said wasn't it?" Chloe looked at me a bit agitated.

"Sorry. I've just never known anyone to overnight curtains before, that's all."

"I guess all your other neighbors had some that were operational before you moved next door," Chloe hissed. "Somehow, Jack picked the perfect time to screw ours up just a couple weeks before you arrived. Now, I can't close the damn things. I guess you found that to be pretty convenient, Seth."

"Would you like me to take these to your bedroom?" I was trying my best to avoid an argument in front of the entire block's population.

"If you would be so kind." Chloe stepped aside for me to pass, a large box under each arm. She carried the smaller ones and followed me down the hall to the master. "Our house plans are conveniently similar. I'm sure you know where to go." I placed the boxes on the king size bed and studied the existing window treatments.

"I can put these up for you, Chloe, while you get back to your party. Certainly, you don't want to keep your guests waiting. Does your husband have a toolbox?"

"I've got his toolbox right here," she announced as she backed into the door and closed it with her firm buttocks. The latch quietly clicked shut. She dropped her small packages, then took a step forward, cupping her crotch in her palm as if to crudely punctuate her comment. "As you might imagine, his tool leaves a lot to be desired."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I murmured after picking my jaw off the floor.

"No, you're not, so don't pretend to be." Chloe stood inches in front of me, staring into my eyes. This was not a submissive woman, not a pushover housewife who left the decisions to daddy. Chloe was as assertive and autonomous as she was sexy and seductive.

"Just to be clear, Mrs. Grayson, I was not intentionally spying on you last night. It's not like I was peeping through your fence or hiding in your shrubs. I was as surprised as you were to greet you from my shower."

"I noticed you were clearly disappointed with the view," Chloe quipped as she ripped open the cardboard containers. I reached for her arm.

"Okay, just a minute," I said. Chole glared at me and looked at my hand. I released her instantly, holding my arms up as if she were pointing a gun. "Just tell me this," I continued, dropping my arms to my sides. "Why the show when I asked you to spin? What was that about? If you were so offended to be seen naked, why not cover yourself before your husband comes traipsing in the room? WAIT.... don't tell me." I stood there contemplating a smartass remark. "You're addicted to exhibitionism."

"What's the point in covering up when you've already been seen, Seth? I might as well enjoy watching you get yourself off. So, who's the actual exhibitionist here?"

"Jesus, lady. You are something else."

"Am I?" Chloe folded her arms across her impressive jugs. "Take off your clothes."

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you deaf, Seth? Strip. Right now! I don't have all day." I ripped off my t-shirt and unzipped my shorts like I was issued a military command.

"These too?" I asked politely, pulling on the band of my boxers.

"What does strip mean, Seth?"

I dropped my underwear, fully expecting Chloe to follow suit. This was going to be amazing... screwing this MILF with her husband just a few rooms away and a house full of guests who were totally oblivious. I was already so hard.

"Lie down on the bed," she told me. So, I did. "Judging from last night, I'd assume you're right-handed?" I nodded. She reached for my hand and licked across the crease of my lifeline as she gazed directly at my face. Then, she spit in my palm three times. "Jerk yourself off," she ordered.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Spank it, Seth... and make it snappy... like you're facetiming some whore in your bed on your iPad, and your mom's coming upstairs to tuck you in. Get it done quick. You read me?"

"But what's the point?" I demanded.

Chloe leaned down and collected my clothes. "I'm leaving with these," she announced.

"What? Wait! I'll do it! I'll do it!" I gripped my thick shaft with my slobbery hand and began to stroke myself vigorously. She stopped in her tracks to watch.

"Keep your mouth shut and finish," she told me as she slinked up beside me on the sheet. Chloe scraped her fingernails across my chest and plucked on my nipple. It was suddenly like masturbating in paradise. "Get it done, Seth. I want to see it." I shot my load up to my neck.

"Damn," she giggled after surveying the series of creamy, white ribbons plastered across my pecs. "That was impressive." The blonde scooped up a glob of semen with her finger and held it to my mouth. I shook my head. "This isn't a request, Seth. SUCK IT." I did. She repeated the process until she cleaned all the spunk off my skin.

Chloe stood up and regarded me with a smirk. "So, I'm glad you got to finish your show from last night. I'm sorry we were interrupted." She reached down and grabbed my clothes. "As I was saying, I'll be leaving with these. I'll check on you after the party. I expect my curtains to be up by then. You'll find some tools under the sink."

"You want me to put up your curtains naked?"

Chloe turned her head as she was nearing the door, then strutted over to dresser. She opened the drawer and pulled out a sheer yellow thong. "No, Seth. I want you to wear this. You better have it on when I get back, or you'll be wearing it when you walk back to your house."