Lydia Across The Street (Story 0006)
When: 10/09/2026
I work from home. I am working in my home office when I notice a moving truck out the window. It looks like we are getting a new neighbor across the street. A few hours later I notice the two moving guys are really struggling with a large piece of furniture. I am a big guy over six feet tall, so I decide to be a good neighbor. I head over to help them out, "Hey, you guys need some help?" I call while crossing the street.With the three of us lifting the piece, it is much more manageable, and we get it inside easily. As we set down the awkward piece of furniture the new neighbor walks in. "Thank you so much for the help. I'm Lydia," the new neighbor says.
"Nice to meet you Lydia," I say. Lydia is a petite girl, standing about 5 feet tall and 100 lbs with beautiful red hair.
Lydia and I talk for a while, as the movers work. Turns out she moved to the US from Ireland. I think she has a very cute accent. I notice she has a lot of binoculars around the house. "Lydia, what's with all the binoculars?" I ask.
"Oh, I'm an avid bird watcher back home. Not sure what I can see here, but you always have to be ready. I keep a pair at every window. Just in case," she replies.
"That's a cool hobby, I'm into cooking and baking myself," I say. We chat for about another thirty minutes, then I have to head back to the house and get back to work.
Later that day.
You come home from work, and kiss me hello. "I met the new neighbor, Lydia across the street," I tell you.
"Oh? Is she nice?" you ask.
"Yeah. Moved here from Ireland for work. One of her hobbies is bird watching," I reply. You look out the window, but at the moment there is nothing to see. The house across the street is quiet.
About a week later.
We sit down to eat dinner, pizza delivery. We are on the couch watching some TV. "Baby I am so horny," you say.
"I know it has been too long, but we have been so busy lately," I reply.
"Yeah, but we need to make time for each other. It's important to stay connected both emotionally and physically," you say. The TV is on pause. We are chewing, and I'm deep in thought about what you just said. 'Does she mean right now? We are in the middle of dinner. Does she think I'm no longer attracted to her? I want her to know I am still into her.'
"How about a little time after dinner then?" I ask.
"Mm-mm. I love when you plan ahead. We can have some time after dinner," you reply.
We finish dinner and clean up. I know you well enough to know you need a little time to digest and get in the mood. We have been sitting together and watching TV for about an hour. We're sitting on the couch side-by-side. I have my arm around you, and I'm playing with your hair. It is dark out now, and the TV is off. We're playing some sensual music in the background. You lit a few candles after dinner, and I dimmed the lights, but it is not dark in the room.
The kitchen light is still on, I forgot to turn it off when I came back in the last time. "You are so beautiful," I whisper in your ear. You turn your body a little towards me, and turn to look into my eyes. I kiss you, and drop my free hand into yours. Still playing with your hair in my other hand. You now put your free hand on top of mine rubbing it while we hold hands.
We kiss again, and you let out a satisfied sigh. We just sit there for a minute looking into each other's eyes listening to the music and drifting together in the moment. Now you reach up with your top hand and start rubbing my chest. It feels nice, I enjoy when you do that. My hand that was in your hair moves down to your shoulder, pressing gently into the muscle there in a mini massage.
You roll your neck, I know it feels good when you do that. You put your legs over mine and slip up onto my lap, turning into me your arms around my neck. Kissing me deeply. You are getting into it. You slide yourself all the way around with one leg on either side of me. Pulling my shirt off over my head, you start rubbing my chest, and then you add little scratches with your nails.
We are both really turned on. You unbuckle my pants, and I am unbuttoning your shirt. You have on a nice purple lace bra that hooks in the front. When I unhook it, you lean back so I can look at your perky breasts. You like showing off for me right now. I reach for your boobs caressing them with both hands. You lean into me and start kissing me again. "I am feeling extra naughty right now. I want you to treat me like a little slut," you say. I think I just won the lottery, fuck yeah! Nights like this are the best for both of us.
"Okay baby girl, what would you like to start with?" I ask.
"I want you to take control of me tonight and treat me like a fuck doll," you say, using your most sensual voice.
With those instructions we might get a little carried away. "Oh, you want to be a little slut, do you? Well I guess I will have to treat you like a little slut then!" I exclaim. I kiss you and then grab you by your hips. I stand up and set you back on the couch. "Get on all fours facing the back of the couch," I command.
You get on your knees on the couch. Your head is hanging over the back of the couch. Your shoulders are resting on the top of the back, with your hands on either side. I walk around behind the couch. The light from the kitchen lighting up just the left side of your body. My pants are already off, now I drop my boxers, I am already hard.
I walk up and put my dick to your lips. "Start sucking, you dirty slut," I command. "Mm-mm," you moan. Taking me into your mouth, and stroking me with your left hand. The kitchen light making your skin glow from my point of view looking down on you. "Look at me when you are sucking," I demand. You look up our eyes connect.
There is a little drool leaking out the side of your mouth at the corner of your lips. You are moaning though your closed lips. I can see your cheeks sunken in with the suction. Now I pull out, "Don't move", I command. "Yes, sir," you answer with a wicked little smile.
I walk around the couch behind you, I start by removing your panties, but I leave your skirt on. Pulling your ass cheeks apart with both my hands. I stare at your beautiful body. Your shoulders are still resting on the back of the couch. I know I will need one hand to guide myself in. "Take your right hand and hold your ass open," I order. You reach back doing as you are told. We're holding your ass open together, one of us on each cheek. I guide myself into your pussy with my right hand.
Once inside of you I need both hands to grip your hips. "Reach back with your left hand and hold your ass open for me," I order. Looking down with your ass spread I have a great view. I place my hands on your hips and start pulling you onto me, over and over. Harder and harder. My view is even better now, your asshole is bouncing as I go in and out of you. I see you contracting it, on each thrust it winks up at me.
You can feel the bruises forming under my grip on your hips. The whole couch is moving with the power of my thrusts. You are moaning so loudly now. "Oh yes, fuck me harder! Use me like your little fuck toy. Fill me up with your cum," you cry out. You are dripping with sweat now, we both are. My hands are getting slick as I pull you onto my cock.
You are holding on tightly to your ass, your asshole is still winking at me every time you contract your muscles with pleasure. Now I pull out again, your body resists losing the pleasure. I grab a towel and wipe you down then I wipe my face as well. Not my cock though, that is for you.
I walk back around the couch "Open wide and clean this cock you slut," I demand. Then I feed my cock into your mouth again. As soon as it gets past your lips, I'm slamming it into your throat. You are gagging and choking, drool is now flowing freely down your chin. I pull out to let you catch your breath. "Don't stop, I love it. I am a dirty slut!" you shout. You place your hands behind my thighs, pulling me back into you.
I slam into your mouth again, the taste of your own pussy coating your tongue. Drool keeps sliding down your chest and stomach. Looking down I decide I don't want us wasting that drool. Using one hand I scoop it up and rub it on my cock and your lips. Your face is getting so messy now. I wipe your forehead and eyes with the towel. "My baby needs to see who is fucking her throat," I say.
I pull out of your mouth again, lingering before your face so you can lick and kiss my cock this time. "I love seeing you when you fuck my throat," you reply, now that you can. Then I walk around the couch again. You know what I want. You spit into your hand and reach back. Giving me a show as you lubricate your asshole and play with it. Then like the good girl you are, you reach back with both hands. Spread your cheeks for me again before I even get into position.
I am staring at your beautiful body again. Just hovering behind you. Waiting to take what I want. I slide just the head of my dick in your ass. Then I pull back just a little. The rim of your asshole is hooked around the head of my dick, your asshole stretching out slightly. The perfect pucker. "Yes baby, play with my ass. I love being your little anal slut," you declare.
Now I slide into you again, slowly elongating your delayed pleasure. You are begging me so hard to pound into you. You are looking over your shoulder at me. Tears still streaking your face from when you were choking on my cock. Arms still spreading your cheeks giving me that perfect view. I can't hold out any longer I want to give you what you want.
I start fucking you faster, my hands back on your hips. You can feel my thumbs pressing against your skin again. "Yes! Please take me! Take my ass I'm begging you!" you cry out. Now I am pounding your ass hard, so hard you can't focus from the slamming. The light from the kitchen still highlighting your body for me.
The couch legs squeaking on the floor as the couch moves around from the intense action. The sound of my body slapping against you is like a beautiful song, your slut song. You are screaming and moaning and crying out in pure pleasure at being used, commanded, and controlled like a good girl should. "Use both my holes, please," you moan.
Now I switch back to your pussy, it is so wet I just slide right in with no hands. I barely pause my rhythm when moving between your holes. It sets you off knowing how ready and willing your body is to accept me, your orgasm explodes from your core.
You are panting and gasping for breath. I have not slowed down. I am still pounding you while your orgasm is overtaking your senses. You can barely breathe as the orgasm rocks your body. My continuing thrusts causing mini bursts of pleasure with each insertion. You dig your fingers into your ass cheeks, trying to ground yourself.
Your body can't take much more, between the thrusting and the orgasm your muscles feel like jelly. You start to lose your grip and need to brace yourself. As you drop your hands, the angle change is just what I need to trigger my orgasm. I cum inside your pussy. I pump as hard as I can, thrusting with everything I have filling you with hot cum.
Once we finish. We stay there for a minute. The sounds of our slowing breaths is the only sound in the room. You fall to the couch twisting around so you are sitting normally, you spread your legs and play with your clit for me. Looking into my eyes you use my cum as lubricant, spreading it all over your pussy as you play with yourself. I move forward lifting your legs at the knees, placing them up against my chest. I push forward with my hips, folding your legs back. Now I can fuck your pussy a little more.
I pump you just a little, 10 maybe 20 strokes, then I pull out and let your legs down. I pull you forward and make you suck my cock again. It is a mirror of me walking around the couch, only now you can taste your pussy and my cum at the same time. "Feed your good little slut," you say. You moan with your mouth around my cock. The taste of both of us turning you on so much. I know how much you love to suck my cock. Now I sit down on the couch with you. I am spent and just looking at you. You look so beautiful all hot, sweaty, and glowing in the light of the kitchen.
Lydia.
It is just after dinner and Lydia is still unpacking boxes in the living room. It has been a long day of working and then unpacking. Putting out knick-knacks and wondering if she likes the layout of the furniture. She glances up and sees our dark living room through the window. We are back lit from the kitchen light, and she can see us perfectly in the dark of the night. She does a double take as she sees me feeding my dick into your mouth.
Lydia does not look away. She keeps watching and likes what she sees. Now she is getting excited herself. She leaves the half-unpacked box and moves to the window. Her hot breath fogging up the glass a little. She sees the binoculars on the window sill. Taking them in one hand she slides the other into her panties. She watches the whole scene play out, and cums with us at the end. Little did we know we forgot to close the curtains after dinner.
The next morning.
We are lying in bed before we have to get up and get ready for work. "Do you think we should go over and introduce me to Lydia?" you ask.
"Sure, we can do that," I reply.
"We should bring cookies or brownies. Like a house-warming," you say.
"I can bake something today, and we can walk over after you get home from work," I reply.
"Let's do brownies, I know they are easier for you. Plus she's a woman, odds are she likes chocolate," you say.
"Okay, but we don't know if she is gluten-free or a vegan or anything," I say.
"That's okay, if she doesn't eat them, then I get brownies," you reply smiling.
"Right," I say, kissing you, "You will do anything for brownies." We roll out of bed and start get ready for work. You're in the bathroom, and I'm in the closet. "What time do you think you will be home tonight?" I call to you.
"Why?" you reply.
"I can try to plan it, so the brownies are hot out of the oven when we walk over," I answer, "I'm thinking about what time to make the brownies for tonight."
After work.
You have been home about an hour, the brownies have been out of the oven about 25 min. "Ready to go?" you ask.
"Yeah, let me put my shoes on," I reply. We take the hot brownies and head across the street. We ring the doorbell and wait for Lydia to answer. Lydia answers in a pair of dirty overalls with one strap undone hanging down behind her. Her bright red hair is in a messy bun, she is sweaty, and a little out of breath.
"Hi neighbor," she says recognizing me.
You hold out the brownies, "We brought a house-warming gift," you say. Lydia lets us in, and we head to her kitchen. We all get to know each other over brownies over a few hours. I excuse myself to use the bathroom. While I am gone Lydia takes the opportunity to tell you about last night and the curtains. "Did you mean to leave those open for me?" Lydia asks.
"What do you mean, like on purpose?" you ask.
"Yeah, did you want me to watch? He knows I have binoculars," Lydia says, indicating me in the bathroom with her thumb. You are turning bright red now.
"Uh, no. Definitely not. You really saw us?" you ask.
"Yeah. I thought maybe you wanted me to watch. It was pretty hot," Lydia says. "I would not mind watching you guys again," Lydia continues.
You pause, eyes widening. "Wait, what? Like join us?"
"Well no. Not join you, but maybe let me know when I should look out my window next time," Lydia hints. Lydia walks over to the far counter and picks up a pair of binoculars. When she comes back, she is standing a little too close for just "neighbors". She hands you the binoculars and says, "Why don't you borrow these and see if you can find anything interesting to watch this weekend. Maybe Saturday night?" Lydia winks at you.
Just then I come back. "What are these?" I ask, pointing to the binoculars. "Uh--" you begin. Lydia quickly says, "I thought you guys might like to borrow them, and see if you can spot any birds." I notice you are still pretty red in the cheeks, and it is not going away.
"Okay thanks, that sounds fun," I reply. After that, we head home with an empty pan and a pair of binoculars.
As soon as we get through the door at home, you exclaim, "You won't believe this!" I close the door and lock it.
"What?" I ask.
"Lydia saw us last night on the couch! We left the curtains open, and she thinks we did it on purpose!" you exclaim.
"Wait she saw us? Like having sex?" I ask.
"Yes. She saw us and she watched with her binoculars. She lent me these," you say, holding up the pair in your hand, "So we can watch her Saturday night!" I look from you to the binoculars and back again.
"It could be interesting, she is pretty attractive," I say.
"What?" you exclaim.
"I mean we like to watch sexy movies and porn, why not watch her? She is not asking to join us or anything is she?" I ask.
"No. She is not asking to join. I asked her that. That is not something I would not be comfortable with," you reply.
"I agree, I would not be comfortable with her joining us, but the whole watching idea is interesting," I say.
A few days later.
We are in bed after our nightly routine. "I have been thinking about the whole 'watching' thing Lydia proposed," I say. You look over at me, muting the TV.
"And?" you ask.
"And let's try it ourselves and see how we like it first. I could watch you or vice versa. What do you think?" I ask.
"Like a surprise where we sneak up, and the other person doesn't know?" you ask.
"Yes and No. Like we know it could happen, but don't plan it. I could watch you in bed, or you could watch me in the shower. I don't know exactly. We can come up with some things that make sense. Then, if we enjoy it, we can watch Lydia on Saturday. Plus even if we watch Lydia we don't have to tell her if we don't want to, we can always just play it off," I say.
"Let me think about it, but I think I'm open to letting you watch me. It could be a fun little role play," you say.
The next morning.
We are in bed facing each other when I wake up. You are just looking at me when I open my eyes. "Good morning," I say. We kiss each other.
"Good morning. I thought about it. I think it would be sexy knowing you are watching me play with myself," you say.
"Okay, but you don't do that very much normally," I say.
"Well for this week I will try to do it at least once a day to give you chances to catch me," you say slyly.
"Oh, this is getting very interesting now. Every day I get a chance to catch you being sexy, I like it," I reply.
"It is exciting for me too, I won't know if this is the time you are watching. So each time I do it, do I put on a show or am I just doing it for myself. Each attempt is a mystery," you say. I slide my hand down your body and grab your ass.
"You like putting on a little show for me, don't you?" I ask. You slide closer into me, kiss me, and caress my face.
"Yes I do. I love turning you on," you reply. We talk a bit longer, but we know we have to get going soon. I watch you head into the bathroom to take a shower. 'I wonder if she is going to do it now in the shower?'
A few nights later.
After dinner, I kiss you goodbye and head out to the grocery store. I am still thinking about the conversation the other morning and the prospect of watching you without you knowing. It is an exciting prospect to watch you without you knowing I am there. I wonder if you are going to be playing with yourself when I get home from the store. I have been having that though a lot over the last few days. For sure, I am very turned on by the idea now.
You have been thinking along the same lines. You have been playing with yourself a lot more, hoping I am watching. Sometimes you are just turned on and playing with yourself for the pleasure of it, sometimes putting on a show hoping I am watching. Tonight is one of those times you are just playing with yourself for the satisfaction. You are on the bed laying back against the pillows. Legs bent at the knee, spread wide open while you finger yourself. I come home from the store, and I'm in the kitchen putting things away. I start wondering where you went.
I am thinking maybe this is it, I quietly head to the bedroom. The door is about halfway open and from halfway down the hall I can see and hear you playing with yourself. I come up to the door making no noise as I approach. I can hear you moaning and the wet sounds of your fingers sliding in and out of your pussy. As quietly as I can, I take off my pants and pull my dick out of the slot in my boxers.
I am already hard from watching you. I start stroking myself as I watch from the hall. You have been playing with yourself for a while now. Sliding your fingers out of your pussy you start rubbing your clit. Going side to side, you are moaning and rocking your hips. You throw your head back eyes closed as you pleasure yourself.
I decide I need a better view. I am side on and your leg is blocking the best part of you. Slipping into the room quietly I move to the foot of the bed. You open your eyes and see me watching. A smile breaks out on your face. You bring your fingers up to your mouth and then start licking one finger at a time. Staring into my eyes as you do it. I am stroking even faster now. You trace your fingers down your chest back to your pussy and push them back inside.
From this angle, I can see your lips spreading as you enter yourself. We are moving in sync now, my strokes and your insertions, rhythmically pleasuring ourselves and watching each other. You slide your hand back to your clit, playing with it again. I am watching your every move. You are getting close now, your eyes close again, your back arches, you head goes back, and you let out a primal moan as your orgasm starts.
I watch your body rolling and bucking as you cum. Your legs shaking and then going limp as you finish yourself off. You lay there panting. As you start to recover, you turn your head to look at me. I am still stroking myself staring at your perfection. You slide yourself to the bottom of the bed where I am standing. Your legs are on the floor now, still spread open for me.
You lean forward, your mouth open. The message is clear ... aim here. That is all the encouragement I need. I release my load onto your face and in your mouth. We are both quiet for a few moments, my cum on your face, yours dripping down your leg. "Lets clean up and talk about it," you say. What a fun experience it was for both of us.
"Well, what did you think?" you ask.
"I think there is something there," I say smiling.
"Watching you in person was very sexy. I think that is something I would do again. I think you should try watching me sometime," I reply.
"I think we agree. Knowing now in hindsight that Lydia was watching us, and just now putting on a show for you is something that turns me on. I don't know what it is, but the idea that someone is watching me makes me feel sexier," you say.
"I think we should watch on Saturday night," I say.
"I agree. I want to be the watcher and see how it feels from that side," you reply.
The next Saturday night.
We have been talking about this the whole rest of the week. We are very excited about what is going to happen. The anticipation has us both really worked up. We have had more sex and even watched each other multiple times leading up to this. The idea of watching and being watched has opened up a whole new side of things for us to experiment with.
We are in the living room watching TV, but not really. We are actually just watching Lydia's house. Around 10 PM she pulls into the driveway. She gets out of her car, but she is not alone. Out of the passenger side a beautiful Latina woman about 5' 6" gets out. She has a very curvy body, bright purple hair, a nice phat ass, and big boobs.
Lydia waits for her to come over and when they stand side by side it is really clear how tiny Lydia really is. They slide their arms around each other's waists and walk up the front steps. The new girl's ass jiggling as they walk.
"Did I see a nose ring?" you ask.
"I don't know, turn off the TV and lights quick. Let's get the binoculars," I whisper. I don't know why I am whispering. Obviously Lydia can't hear me and she, I'm thinking, she must know we are here. You rush over and turn out all the lights. I grab the binoculars and a couple of couch cushions, and we meet over at the window. I hand you the binoculars as we sit down on the floor by the window.
"Yeah, that is a nose ring, and I can see a few tattoos also," you say. We can see Lydia and her guest through Lydia's front window. Just then with her back to us, Lydia waves behind her back. "Oh my god, did you see that?" you ask.
"Uh, yeah I did," I say. Lydia is now kissing her new friend, they are standing side on, right in the middle of the window. Lydia slides her own shirt off, her perky little A cups and erect nipples clearly visible. They are pressed together again, kissing some more. When they separate it is clear they are talking.
Lydia, walks back deeper into the room, as her friend starts removing her shirt and bra. The lights in Lydia's living room dim, but she turns on her kitchen light, and we can see everything in silhouette. This must have been the exact view Lydia had of us the other night. Lydia lights some candles around the room, her friend has totally stripped down at this point. I am looking at her great curvy body through the binoculars, and you are rubbing my thigh.
Lydia comes back to her guest now, coming up behind her. We can't really even see Lydia from this angle, but we can see her hands come around the new girl's body and land on her boobs. Lydia starts to move her new friend forward. If we were not sure if she was putting on a show for us before, she makes it abundantly clear now.
She presses the new girl's boobs up against the glass, giving us a spectacular view, binoculars or no binoculars. We can see Lydia crouched down behind her, her face buried in the new girl's pussy. Her little body glowing from the kitchen light behind her.
Now the new girl has a leg up on the end table, and we can clearly see Lydia under her. Lydia, with her back to us, still crouched down eating her friend out. We can see Lydia's pussy lips with the binoculars from this position. We have been taking turns using the binoculars. Our pattern is whoever is not looking through the binoculars is playing with the other's body.
Right now you are looking, and I'm caressing your tits. It's still a great show for me, I can still see lots, but I also get to play with your body at the same time. Lydia and her friend have moved to the couch, the friend is going down on Lydia, but her ass is pointed straight at us. We have a perfect shot of her ass and pussy.
Now I am looking through the binoculars, and you have opened my pants. You are rubbing my dick over my boxers. In their current positions, I can't see much of Lydia at the moment. Except a shock of her red hair. I'm imagining her moans in that cute accent of hers. I wonder if her friend is talking to her in Spanish.
It looks like Lydia has a selection of toys. She is currently wearing a strap-on and is fucking her friend in doggy. You are using the binoculars, and I am sitting behind you playing with your pussy. "I think Lydia is fucking her in the ass right now," you say, "Here look at them and see if you can tell." You hand me the binoculars, I take them, but have to stop playing with you to do it.
That is okay, because I am watching them now, and you are pulling my cock out of my boxers. "I can't tell either, we will have to wait for them to shift a little or change positions. I can't tell from this angle," I say. We don't have to wait long, the new girl suddenly throws back her head, and Lydia pulls her ass cheeks apart. She is definitely fucking her in the ass.
Lydia and her friend switch positions, and the strap-on is now on the other girl. Lydia is lying down missionary style on the couch. She is practically folded in half, her feet on either side of her head. Her friend is clearly pounding her hard, and it looks like she is screaming with joy. The new girl's boobs are bouncing wildly now in sync with her thrusts. It is fucking sexy.
We switch the binoculars, I have your shirt off, and have shifted in front of you to suck on your tits. I can't watch at the moment, but I don't care, I am imagining those DD boobs bouncing while I suck on yours. "Tell me what you see," I say.
"Lydia's friend has pulled the strap-on out and is feeding it into Lydia's mouth right out of her pussy. Because she is folded up, the new girl just drove her hips forward into Lydia's mouth without any impediment," you tell me.
"Fucking hot," I reply around your nipple. You pull my face up and start making out with me.
"You are fucking hot," you say.
I slide around behind you again so we are both facing Lydia's window. You place your hands on the ground behind yourself on either side of me, lifting yourself up. I slide under you and get my cock in position. You reach down between your legs with one hand and guide me inside of you. I grab your hips and help push you up and down on my cock as we watch Lydia and her friend sixty-nine each other.
I did not see where the strap-on went, but they are not using it now. This position is a lot of work if we are both trying to watch at the same time. "Baby, let's switch to doggy, it will be easier," I suggest.
"Yeah, that's a good idea, bring those cushions over here again," you reply. You get on all fours on top of two cushions and I place one under my knees. Using one hand you are still watching with the binoculars. Lydia and her friend look to be wrapping up, they have been going at it for quite some time. We have switched off the binoculars another half a dozen times, while fucking in doggy.
It has been so sexy for both of us, your moans mixing with my grunts while we watch. Now they are sitting on the couch talking, and we need to duck down. I was fully in plain view sitting up behind you. I am laying on top of your back, and we are giggling at hiding like children. You roll out from under me, and say, "Take me missionary. I want you to cum inside me right here under the window. I don't want to wait another second."
We adjust the cushions under you, and I lay on top of you, so I am below the window. Your arms and legs are around my body, your eyes looking up at me, the binoculars forgotten on the floor next to your head. We make passionate love now. I finish inside you, and we collapse in a heap entwined in each other's arms and legs. Kissing and laughing on the floor. I peek over the window sill, and see Lydia and her friend are gone. I am guessing they went into her bedroom.
Three days later.
We are sitting at the kitchen counter eating breakfast. "Do you think we should go over and talk to Lydia again?" you ask.
"We did kind of share a moment with her," I answer. Just then the doorbell rings.
"I'll get it," you say, popping off the bar stool and heading for the door. When you open the door, I see that of course it is Lydia. I see you hug her. "Speak of the devil," you joke. Lydia looks a little puzzled. "We were just talking about coming to see you," you explain.
"I thought we might talk about the other night. Did you enjoy the show?" Lydia asks, coming into the kitchen. You close the front door and follow her in.
"Show? What show?" I ask, the sarcasm obvious in my voice. "Sweetheart did you see a show the other night?" I ask you, joking. Lydia rolls her eyes at me, and turns around to face you.
"Did you like Aurora?" Lydia asks. "She is pretty sexy in my opinion, that hair is an eye-catcher." Now it is your turn to roll your eyes.
"Her hair, huh, how about those huge tits, and killer ass?" you ask.
"I thought you didn't see any show," Lydia jokes.
"Okay, you got us, but you knew anyway. You waved to us that night," you say. Lydia winks at you.
"I loved performing for you. I know you guys didn't know I saw you, but it really turned me on knowing you were watching us," Lydia says. Lydia reaches out and brushes your hair off your shoulder.
"We were pretty turned on over her too," I say. Lydia turns back to face me.
"Really? You guys are into it?" Lydia asks.
"To be honest we experimented with it with each other all week too," I reply.
"Maybe we can work out some kind of signal when I want to put on a show for you guys. You know, like the bat signal, only for a peep show," Lydia jokes.
"It is the 21st century, how about you just text us a bat emoji," you say. The three of us laugh. We talk a bit more, and then we all have to head out to work. Lydia says her goodbyes. I notice she holds the hug with you a little too long. I wonder if there is something there.
The next Saturday night.
We are standing in the living room facing each other in front of the window, all the lights on at full. We look over to see Lydia on her couch. You wave to her and then pull off your shirt. You are not wearing a bra. We embrace, kissing each other. When I look up again, I see Lydia has her eyes glued to a pair of binoculars. This could be the start of a very interesting neighborhood watch group.