It had been a long week. After weeks of getting off just about every day, I was now backed up with six and a half days of anticipation. Autumn, the 18-year-old beauty next door, and I had been masturbating for each other ever since she moved in two weeks ago. She had started it all by fingering herself in her bedroom with her window shades open. But she had caught me, and so the next day I took my turn on the stage and jerked off all over my window for her.
This had been going on back and forth ever since. One of us would satisfy ourselves in plain view while the other watched unseen from in the dark. Unfortunately, we had not taken that next step by masturbating together in full view of each other. That is what I used to wish for. Now I just wished Autumn hadn't left.
She wasn't gone for good. I knew that much. Her room was the same, and her truck was still parked in the street. I had worried that she might be staying at a guy's place, and I rooted around for gossip in hopes that wasn't true. Although I still hadn't said or heard a word to her or her parents, the neighborhood always talks if you listen hard enough. Autumn worked as a secretary or something for a realty company, and had been asked to join some of the staff to an out-of-state seminar. That's what I had heard, anyway. Of course, I had also heard that she would only be gone for "a few days", and six sure seems like a hell of a lot longer than "a few".
Now I was at work, desperately trying to concentrate, but failing in every way. I was a mover. A manual laborer with a strong back and the ability to work from sun up to sun down, as was often the case. My sister, Alana, and her friend owned the small company, and I was their star worker. Ever since my parents died when I was 15, we had been taking care of ourselves, and putting everything we had into our work was the only way to get that done. She skipped college. I worked through high school. It was a lonely way to live, but Autumn had changed all that.
Now I was seeing just how much she had changed it. On a normal day, I would have had this job done half an hour ago, but I still had a room's worth of furniture to load up. I had had to rearrange how I had packed the moving truck three times now in an effort to make sure everything was going to fit in. This was a small, one bedroom apartment. Yep. I should have been done half an hour ago.
Of course, it didn't help that I had been walking with a hard-on all day, either. Thinking of Autumn's milky skin, her curly red hair, and her perfectly sculpted body had made things quite restrictive. But I couldn't help visualizing her, missing her, and anticipating the next time we'd meet at our windows. I fantasized about the time we would finally watch each other; her fucking her pussy with her wet fingers, and me pounding my dick until I came--all why we stared into each other's eyes.
It would have been easy for me to just flip on the lights while she was doing her show, but I didn't want to lose what we had going. She apparently didn't want to take that next step, and I wasn't going to push. She was too special to risk, and our situation too fulfilling to compromise. For now, we were voyeurs, not lovers. Not even acquaintances. And yet we were so undeniably close.
It didn't help matters that the woman I was working for today was 19, just a year older than me, and smoking hot. She was a petite thing, about 5'7" and 110 pounds. She had short, dark hair, big blue eyes, and reminded me very much of Natalie Umbrulia. Her name was Abby. She was sweet, talkative, but not too much so, and didn't mind getting dirty as she helped load the smaller things. Most of my clients were a bit older--it was unusual for someone so young to have a place of their own around here. It was definitely a nice change; I just hoped she wasn't offended or threatened by the obvious bulge in my pants.
All through the move, Abby was the only thing that brought my mind off of Autumn. Although, she never helped to lessen my erection, only to change whom it was there for. I had to quickly divert my eyes when I would see her bend over to pick up something, or I'd stifle a moan when I had to brush by her through a maze of boxes. She wore a tight, light blue jogging suit that beautifully hinted at everything she was hiding beneath. Her chest was a small, but perky B-cup. Her ass was gorgeous, and she wasn't sporting underwear, as evidenced by the lack of outlines under her tight pants.
Trying to concentrate, I grabbed a particularly heavy box of books and started out the door. The truck was only fifteen feet away, but by the time I got there, I didn't have anything left. My body was giving up, but I pushed myself anyway. I almost had the box on the edge of the back of the truck when I lost my grip. The box fell, threatening to land on my feet, but I slipped under it, stopping it--and so did Abby.
She had come from nowhere and reached me just in time. She might not have looked strong, but the weight she took off of me was noticeable. I sputtered out a "thanks" as we lifted the box together. Then, just as my erection was beginning to subside due to the strain on the rest of my body, Abby's hand moved under the box and touched my crotch. It was definitely unintentional--the edge of the box that she needed to grip just happened to be right by my groin. I don't even think she knew what she was touching at first, because her hand slipped all the way up; her fingers sandwiched between the cardboard and my now hardening tool.
We wrestled the box into the truck, and started back toward the apartment. Any hope of her not realizing what she had done was gone when she glanced at my crotch and then turned away, her face reddening with embarrassment. I started talking to try and take our minds off it. Once I felt the tension between us had dissipated enough, I had to tend to the tension in my trousers.
I left Abby to pack the rest of her smaller things and moved for the bathroom. The door was closed, but I knew we were the only ones there so I just walked right in. As soon as I was inside, I reached for my dick and sighed heavily.
"Oh, what I'm I going to do with this?" I whispered to myself. "Ok, Gavin. You're almost done. Think about work. Think about work. Think about baseball. Think about something! Shit!"
But it wasn't working. If anything, by trying not to think about Autumn, or this girl Abby and where she had just touched me, I was growing harder! I considered just ending it, and jerking myself off right there in the bathroom, but I decided to try something less extreme. I whipped out my hard-on and turned on the cold water in the sink. I held my hand under the water, and then grabbed my dick. The wet sensation was good, but the coldness was having an effect on shrinking my problem. I put my hand back under the water to try it again.
All the sudden, the door opened, and Abby was there. I jumped back in alarm, but before I could do anything, she had exclaimed an apology and slammed the door shut. I panicked, unsure what to do, or what Abby would do. But I had to face the facts: either Abby had seen what I was doing or she hadn't, and either I stayed in this bathroom for the rest of my life or I finished the job and got the hell out of there.
On the plus side, the intrusion did scare the erection out of me.
I finished the job. All Abby had said to me since I exited the bathroom was that she was sorry, and that she didn't know I was in there. She didn't seem embarrassed, and I thought maybe I had lucked out. Maybe she just caught a glimpse of me at the sink and assumed I was washing my hands.
On the other hand, she did slam that door pretty hard.
With everything loaded, and the sun finally set, I popped back into the apartment to say good-bye. Abby was there, finishing with her vacuum. The place was otherwise completely empty.
"Well, unless you have anything else for me, I'm going to be heading off."
"Thank you so much, Gavin," she said, "You were a really big help."
I expected a good bye and a "see ya later", but she kept talking, and actually moved between the door and me.
"So this is your last job of the day, then?"
"Yep, I go straight home, go to bed, and get up tomorrow to do this all over again."
"Oh," she laughed. "Too tired for late nights out, I bet. You live alone?"
