Come to your window.

I took a job as a Nanny just after I graduated college. The Carter's were the perfect family; well off, but not obnoxiously ritzy, down to earth, and generally very kind. As I settled into my bedroom on my first day I took a moment to survey my new neighborhood. Most of the houses were fairly large with pristine landscaping. My eyes finally settled on the window directly across from my own. A handsome teenage face stared back at me. He mussed his curly blonde hair as he smiled.

Over the next few days I got familiar with some of the neighbors, including Evan, the inhabitant of the room right across from mine. He was the son of two high-powered attorneys, a senior at the local high school, and all around spoiled rich kid. He didn't bother me much at first, a wave from across the yard as I wrangled the kids inside, a "how are you today?" here or there. On one particularly bright summer afternoon Evan came wandering into our backyard, soccer ball in hand. "Hey Katie," he smiled at me. Travis and Ellie came running over, begging Evan to play soccer with them. He naturally obliged, and began running around the yard. I slipped inside after a few minutes to grab juice boxes for everyone. The kids barely sat for a second before they were up and running again. Evan hung back, settling himself next to me at the table, asking me questions about my life before the Carters.

I kept feeling myself sinking back into high school. Nervous and excited that the popular boy was paying attention to me. He knew exactly what he was doing as an arrogant grin played across his lips from time to time. I was almost relieved when I looked at my watch and saw that it was time for lunch. Evan collected his soccer ball and departed with one last glance over his shoulder at me as he shut the gate. The rest of that day the way that I felt around Evan haunted me. I couldn't get his smug little face out of my mind.

I sat at my computer later that night, way after the kids were already asleep when I heard my phone buzz. Come to your window, the text message read. I pulled my curtains aside and saw Evan standing at his window, bare chest, in a pair of gym shorts. He waved before texting again, Travis gave me your number.

I hesitated for a second before saying anything back. What's up?

I saw your light on... figured I would say hi.

My heart started beating just a bit faster, a million possible situations cropping up in my imagination. Anything else? I'm not sure what I expected him to say back.

Just hi. I smiled and waved as I mouthed the words, "good night" and closed my curtains.

Despite any attraction I may have had for him, I knew no good could come from our flirtations. But then the next night my phone buzzed again. Come to your window. I adjusted my tank top to better cover myself before drawing back the curtains. He stood their again in his gym shorts staring at me.

Don't you have better things to do?

He looked back at me with an unmistakable interest in his eyes before he responded. No. I like to look at you.

I shook my head. Good night, Evan.

The next night I was prepared when I finally heard my phone buzz . Why do you keep asking me to come see you? I asked before I even pulled the curtains back.

Because you keep coming. He was staring at me even more intently than the previous two nights. Take something off.

I laughed at his nerve. Isn't it past your bedtime?

You're not my nanny. There was a few seconds pause as I stared at his message. Unless you want to come over here and put me to bed. He bit his lip and winked at me. His high school bravado was so intensely sexy to me in that moment. Take something off. He urged obviously encouraged by me not immediately leaving.

My heart raced as I finally decided to push down my pajama bottoms. My tank top hit just above the top edge of my panties. The room, I felt, must have jumped several degrees despite the goose bumps sprouting on my arms and my nipples hardening. Turn around. I turned my back to him giving him a view of the way the navy cotton fabric clung to my ass, cutting across the middle of both cheeks. After a moment I peered over my shoulder and witnessed Evan slipping his hand into his gym shorts. Now the top. His phone was clutched in his left hand, his right wasn't currently visible.

I felt for a moment like we had already gone too far. But the intrigue of the situation proved to be too much for me. I pulled my thin tank top over my head, my small pert breasts pointing directly at him. Uncertain of what to do next I stared at him, waiting for instruction. Touch yourself. An idea popped into my head. I left the window for a second, pulling my desk chair back in front of it.  When I returned his expression seemed confused but relieved.

I sat down in the chair, placing both of my feet on the window sill. A feeling of intense confidence washed over me as I slid my hand down my stomach and beneath my panties. I was surprised at how wet our little game had already made me. My fingertips were poised right at the edge of my hole when my phone buzzed again. Take them off. I looked back at Evan, whose own shorts must have been laying on the floor at his feet.

I withdrew my hand and pulled my underwear off, tossing them behind my shoulder. Evan's left hand was pressed flat against the window as he slowly stroked his shaft, staring expectantly at me. I place my hand over my aching pussy, slipping my middle and ring finger in. With closed eyes I began sliding them slowly in and out, my free hand groping at my sensitive hard nipple. When I opened my eyes I saw Evan beating away furiously, obviously breathing hard through gritted teeth. His show compelled me. I began working my fingers in and out faster, before removing them completely. I brought them to my mouth, and sucked all of my sweet juice off. I returned them to my soaking cunt, dipping them in quickly, then sliding them up to my clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles. Evan's pace began to quicken, as I, myself started to feel that familiar tightening in my inner thighs. I frantically slid my finger across my clit, taking a big breath. I bit my lip to stifle a moan and shut my eyes, as my muscles released and I felt my orgasm wash over me.

Evan's palm was still pressed against the window when I reopened my eyes. His cock was limp and there was cum splattered across the window. Good night, Evan. I sent him as I slid my chair away from the window and closed the curtains. Several minutes later, as I was crawling into bed I received another message. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I smiled to myself as I rolled over, letting myself drift off to sleep with visions of Evan's intent stare replaying in my head.

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