My heart was racing in my chest. The stupid bitch. Couldn't she keep her cool for two minutes so I could at least pretend to be normal?

I turned towards him, putting on my fakest "cheery neighbor" smile. I was hoping the familiar autopilot would help me stomp down any feelings that might dare try to surface. It worked. Kind of. At least I wasn't blushing like an idiot.

"Oh, hey Mason! Good to see you," I responded cheerfully. "Had any luck unpacking all those boxes?"

I was hoping the "neighborly" question would give him a hint about how we should conduct this conversation. Although I doubted he'd be naive enough to just come out and say what we'd been doing lately, I didn't want to risk that he might let something slip by accident. Neighborhood gossip really was no joke, and the last thing I needed was word getting around to Phil about what I'd been doing behind his back.

Luckily, he seemed to take the hint. If he didn't already have the idea himself. He chuckled and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Don't remind me. Why do you think I'm outside? Gotta procrastinate somehow, right?" he said, shrugging. "Although, if you don't mind, I could use your help to eliminate one more thing from my procrastination checklist."

"Sure, what's up?"

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a letter. An innocent enough gesture, but the look in his eyes as he handed it to me was anything but "boy-next-door."

"Well, I need to mail this letter. I was on the way to do it myself, but then I saw you heading to your car. If you don't mind, do you think you can send it for me?"

I gave a quick glance to the "letter" in question. No stamp, no address, just a blank envelope. Yup, he had definitely meant this for me. Looks like luck was on my side with the timing today. I really didn't need Phil finding something like this. It was probably best to let Mason know that too.

"Sure. Happy to help. It was just going to be a quick trip anyway. Phil's got the day off today," I hinted, "so I have to make sure I'm home in time to get dinner ready for him. Poor thing works so hard all week, but at least I get him to myself on Fridays, right?"

There, that should do the trick. An easy way to explain to Mason what Phil's schedule was while also making sure any busybody in earshot only heard a dutiful wife. And Mason played along perfectly.

"Ah, then I'd better not hold you up anymore. I know better than to stand between a man and his dinner. Anyway, thanks for helping out. Again. You are still available to help me with those damned boxes tomorrow, right?"

He clasped his hands together with a pleading look on his face. I snickered a bit and gave him a small nod.

"Yup, how's after breakfast sound?"

"Like a plan. See you then!" He gave a small wave before walking back to his house.

I headed back to my car slowly, making sure my steps were calm and even. I checked the surrounding out of the corner of my eye.

Yup, just like I thought. There was resident busybody Greta Hillard, peeking her nose over the fence to have a sniff at whatever was going on. I pretended not to see her though. My interaction with Mason would seem a lot more unplanned and innocent if she thought we were clueless about her.

Calm as a clam, I climbed into my car and started it up. I pulled out slowly, taking the extra time to check my mirrors before driving off.

I drove for a while. That plain, white envelope whispering temptations to me the entire way. But I couldn't open it. Not yet. I didn't want to take the risk of doing it someplace someone I knew might see me. I wasn't sure what it said, but I already knew that whatever it was, I was going to have a bitch of a time containing my emotions while reading it, and I'd rather not deal with the hassle.

Instead, I drove to a little park on the outskirts of the city. A moderately maintained, but overall underfunded little place. The kind of place no one from my neighborhood would ever be caught dead in. Which was perfect for me.

I grabbed the letter and tucked it into my pocket, stepping out of the car. There was a small gazebo in the center of the park. Not exactly "garden magazine" material, but safe enough to sit under. Most importantly, it gave me a clear view of every opening in the park. Currently, there wasn't a soul in sight, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

I sat on the bench inside, taking the letter out of my pocket. Just holding it in my hands was already enough for the adrenaline to start coursing through my body. Slowly, carefully, I opened the envelope.

Inside, there was a single slip of paper with some numbers on it. A phone number.

My heart thumped inside my chest. No way. Was it really? I fumbled to get my phone out of my pocket. My hands were trembling as I typed in the number.

What should I do? Call him? What would I say? Text him? What would I send?

The lightbulb went off in my head as I thought of that last one. I could feel a warm blush on my cheeks as a smile slowly crept across my face. Well, if we were going to act like a couple of flirting teenagers anyway...

I glanced around the park again quickly. Still no one in sight. I lifted my legs onto the bench and spread them. I turned on my camera and lowered the phone between my legs.

I often made jokes to myself about how Mason made me soak my panties, but I was surprised to see how true it really was. It looked like I'd sat in a puddle or something. I bit my lip as I snapped a picture. Nothing too risque, but I'm sure he'd appreciate it nonetheless. I sent it to his number with a quick little follow-up message:

Thanks for the number~

I thought that maybe he'd see it later and send back some flirty little picture of his own. Or that maybe he'd just wait until our next little "show" to bring it up. What I didn't expect, however, was for my phone to immediately start buzzing. I glanced down at it, confused. Mason's number glowed out at me from the screen. I answered it and put the phone to my ear, curious and confused.

"Hello?"

"Are you alone right now?"

A small shiver of pleasure ran up my spine. Yes, that was definitely Mason's voice. Although I could clearly hear a huskiness in it as he spoke.

"Kind of, I'm at the park," I murmured.

I heard him chuckle softly on the other end. "You took that at the park? My, my, you're even bolder than I thought."

"Well, there's no one else around, if that helps to explain it."

"Then... do you mind showing me a little more?"

Immediately, those familiar sparks started building between my legs again. Show him more? Here? Now? A panty shot was one thing, but to do more than that? In some place so open and public? It was risky, it was indecent.

It was exciting.

I bit my lip as I felt a wetness growing in my already-soaked panties. I mean, it was just one little picture, right? A two-second snapshot to tide him over until the next time we could play. Was there really any harm in that?

"Okay, wait a second."

My heart was thumping like crazy as I lowered my phone between my legs again. Gingerly, I slipped my panties to the side using my fingers to gently part my lower lips. Another small shiver of excitement ran through me as I heard the shutter sound of my camera. I sent it to him and lifted the phone back to my ear again, trying to push down the butterflies fluttering in my throat.

"Is that what you wanted to see?"

"Looks creamy," he murmured. "I'd love to have a taste."

Just like always, he knew exactly what to say to set my entire body on fire. God, fucking Fridays. I swear, if Phil wasn't home today...

"Sorry, dessert is for good boys," I teased. "Although, maybe I'll let you try some if you work hard unpacking all those boxes tomorrow."

"Oof, they're right. There's no such thing as a free lunch is there?"

"You had some samples today, I'm sure that will hold you over until tomorrow."

"Come on, just one more little taste?"

His voice sounded desperate. He was asking for me. Begging for me. I could feel that familiar ache of hollowness between my legs, desperate to be filled with him. God, if only I was alone at home today, I could—

I stopped mid-thought as another idea came to mind. I glanced around quickly. Still not a soul in sight. I don't even think I saw a bird. So, maybe, just maybe, I could...

"Well... how about a demonstration?" I offered suggestively. "A little... instructional video so you can make it at home yourself. When you have the right ingredients, of course."

The line went silent. A small hint of panic went through me. Did I take things too far? Was he not into that kind of thing?

A shaky breath on the other end of the line interrupted these thoughts. "Yes, I... I think a video like that could be very... helpful around the house. Please, feel free to make it as long and detailed as possible. After all, I'd hate to ruin such a perfect dish with my clumsy skills."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm pretty sure I'd like having it ruined by you too."

I heard a low exhale. "God, you know how to drive me crazy..."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I have to go," I said innocently. "My favorite student is waiting for an instructional video, and I'd hate to keep him waiting."

"You're such a goddamned tease."

I smiled as I hung up the phone. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I turned on my camera and lowered it between my legs. A small gust of wind brought goosebumps to my skin as I pressed the record button.

Long and detailed. That's what he said he wanted, so that's exactly what I was going to give him. Slowly, gently, I brushed my fingers along the outside of my panties, just grazing my sweet spot. The warm blush on my cheeks only made the air outside all the more noticeable to me.

God, was I really about to touch myself outside in the open like this? I answered that question myself as my fingers slipped under my panties, feeling my wetness. I bit my lip as I moved them aside, giving the camera a full view of what was going on.

I slipped two fingers inside myself, making sure that they were nice and wet before pulling them out and moving them to my sweet spot.

I circled it slowly, letting the warmth build between my legs. As I brushed my fingers over it a surge of electricity traveled through my body. The ache between my legs grew stronger, almost begging for me to fill it.

As always, Mason had done a great job of getting me worked up and ready to go. However, I tried to restrain myself this time. After all, what fun is the finale without a little buildup first?

I slid one finger inside myself. Nowhere near enough to satisfy the ache I felt, but plenty to fan the flames that were already growing.

Mason's husky, lust-filled voice echoed inside my head. Was he really going to watch this? Study it? Touch me the way that I touched myself? I could feel my juices dripping out as I slipped a second finger inside, a soft moan escaping my lips.

A twig snapping quickly brought me back to where I was and what I was doing. I glanced around quickly. A squirrel skittered its way across the grass. It turned its head this way and that before lowering itself and scampering back into the forest. I let out a huge sigh of relief.

This was dangerous. Very dangerous. And yet, that was what made it so exciting too. The taboo. The fear of getting caught. The same kind of thrill these shows with Mason always gave me.

That fear only intensified the sensitivity of my body. I could feel myself tightening around my fingers, my every muscle tensed and ready to flee at a moment's notice. My eyes kept darting back and forth terrified someone might appear, my heart racing with excitement. I pressed my palm against my sweet spot, massaging it as I thrust my fingers in and out.

I thought of Mason in the window the other night. Even from a distance, it was clear to see that he wasn't exactly lacking in the size department. I could only imagine what it must feel like to be filled by something like that.

My body ached longingly at the thought. I'd probably fucked myself more in this last week than I had in my entire life, and yet, somehow, it still wasn't enough. Every time I thought of him, my body just begged for more and more. It was like drinking a drop of rain in the middle of the desert, barely enough to keep me alive and never enough to satisfy my ever-growing thirst.

But as I started grinding my hips against my fingers, I could feel that thirst-quenching flood building up inside of me. Waves of passion grew higher and higher inside my body until they had nowhere else to go. I bit my lip so hard it hurt, trying desperately to stifle the moans that were trying to force their way out.

Then all at once, it burst forth. I let out a loud gasp as my juices squirted out around my fingers, splattering against the concrete below. There was no fear anymore, no shame about what I was doing. There was only pleasure.

That pleasure slowly faded to contentment as the tingling in my body finally started to subside. I shivered slightly as I heard what was left of my juices dripping down to the ground below. I glanced down. A small, but sizeable puddle greeted me there.

Well, that was enough of that for today. I lifted up the camera and blew a small kiss to it before ending the recording. A few small droplets of my juices dripped down the screen. I wiped it on my skirt before tucking it into my pocket.

I'd have to be careful next time. This thing wasn't waterproof after all, and I definitely didn't want Phil asking about how I'd gotten my phone water damaged.

I took a second to straighten myself before glancing around one last time. Still no one around. Good. I could slip away without anyone the wiser.

Again, I put on the show of slowly and calmly walking to my car. Only, this time, I couldn't help but smile like an idiot once I was inside. I took out my phone and pulled up Mason's number again. My heart fluttered a bit as I pulled up the video and sent it to him.

I tucked the phone back into my pocket and pulled out of the parking lot. That stupid smile still plastered on my face. The drive was long, but for once, I didn't mind. Because, for once, I finally had something pleasant to think about along the way.