When Jill and I were first dating, we spent a weekend house-sitting for my aunt and uncle while they were out of town. Although we had our own respective places, we looked forward to a weekend of non-stop sex in a house that wasn’t ours. The guest room had a queen bed, while the master bedroom had mirrored ceilings, a California King bed, and a balcony that overlooked a beautiful backyard. The yard had tall hedges that rose past the fences, a koi pond, and a patio with a bar that was wired for sound. There was no hot tub, though the master bathroom had a luxurious Jacuzzi tub, and the guest bathroom had a spacious walk-in shower big enough for two, or three.

We were in the backyard on Saturday afternoon, sitting in patio chairs and watching the koi swim nearby. The weather was pleasant, a warm midday sun overhead. Jill wore a light-colored sundress and a pair of sandals, while I wore a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Ambient music emanated from the speakers by the bar, not too loud. As we relaxed, it occurred to me that, thanks to the hedges, only the roofs of the neighboring houses could be seen. Which meant that, from their homes, the neighbors couldn’t see us.

“Neighbors can’t see us here,” I remarked off-handedly, hoping Jill would take my hint.

She had: “Oh really?” The sexy lilt in her voice gave me hope, and an instant later she was out of her chair. As she straddled me, I felt her bare, smooth legs brush against mine. I grew hard with the sensation, and took another look toward the fences to be certain. I wouldn’t have minded being spotted, of course, if not for the fact that word might get back to my aunt and uncle. As if she could read my mind, Jill asked, “Are you sure we’re okay?” even as she began to grind, raking herself against me.

I re-assured her with a kiss, and she rode me furiously. “You’re so hard,” she said breathlessly once our kiss had stopped. I moved down to her neck, sucking gently on the soft, pale flesh of her throat as I sneaked a hand underneath her dress. Her passion made me wonder if she had shed her panties without my noticing, or if she had even put any on that morning. Indeed she had, and they were still on. Silk, if my fingers didn’t deceive me. I moved them aside and began to play. Jill stopped me.

“You first,” she said, and knelt down in front of me, pulling up her dress so that she wouldn’t scuff it on the concrete. She unzipped me, then opened my shorts. As I felt her warm mouth envelop me, I leaned back in my chair, stared up at the sky, and drifted away.

Later, we went inside and continued. When we had finished up, Jill took a shower and I ordered a pizza. Since the delivery time was almost an hour away, I joined her in the shower. Captivated by the feel of her body I took her back to bed when we dried off. I kept an eye on the time as we started kissing and touching each other, and before long I began going down on her while working first one, then two fingers in and out of her. Her moans encouraged me to keep going, slipping a third finger inside as I licked and sucked on her, eager to share in her impending climax.

Soon Jill’s moans began an astounding ascent, and I knew she was coming. Though I wanted to take my mouth off of her and watch her face, I didn’t dare change anything. I maintained the same pace and pressure and her moans built to an impressive – and loud – crescendo. As her orgasm passed, her moans began to subside. I kissed my way up her stomach, along her heaving breasts, and over her mouth.

And that’s when the doorbell rang.

Later, as we sat in front of the television eating pizza, Jill said the delivery guy probably thought he was going to get lucky. She wondered if he told everyone when he got back to the pizza place. I considered that it was very nice of him to wait until after she’d finished coming before ringing the doorbell, as I’m sure it would have thrown her rhythm off. She laughed at the way I frantically put my shorts back on before answering the door, nearly taking a header into the wall. “You should’ve just yelled out, ‘Coming’,” she said.

I laughed. When she realized her unintentional double-entendre, so did she.

-Jack