Raspberry Shake

This happened about 10 years ago. I was replacing the windows a few at a time in a rental house I owned. On this particular day, I had started working on the windows mid-morning. Around lunch time, I realized that I needed some additional supplies to finish trimming the window in the kitchen. I could also get the window for the laundry room which was the next window that needed to be replaced. That required me to travel to the lumber yard that was in the next town forty miles away. I told the woman who lived there that I would be gone for about two hours. Just before I left, Meagan informed me that today was her Birthday. I didn’t think much of it at first. However, on my way through town, I grabbed lunch at the local ice cream parlor that also served as a sandwich shop. I decided that I would get her a raspberry shake as a Birthday present as I knew that was her favorite. Something that stuck in my head from one of our talks. I could drop it off to her on my way to the lumber yard. It wouldn’t be far out of the way, and I knew that she would enjoy it.

Out of habit, I came back way and parked by the garage where I had my tools. The back kitchen door was still open with only the unlocked screen keeping the bugs at bay. I didn’t think much of going into the house uninvited since I had just been there 10 minutes earlier. In my defense, I did announce my presence but apparently not loud enough. I suppose I kept it low since I knew that her baby was most likely taking a nap. I could hear the TV playing in the living room. When I crossed from the kitchen into the living room, I was surprised to discover that there was a porn video playing on the TV; a threesome with two men and one girl. I looked around and didn’t see Meagan in the room. I remember mentally noted to myself that I know what turns her on and I could playfully use this later against her. I approached the back of the couch to see the TV better. It was precisely then that I noticed Meagan. I had not seen her because she was laying low on the couch. She was completely naked, facing the TV with her feet on the coffee table. She was pleasuring herself with a vibrator in her left hand and rubbing furiously with her right.

I was a bit in shock, and I stood there for probably 60 seconds only inches from Meagan’s head watching intently at the sight unfolding before me. I was stunned so much that I felt lightheaded. It didn’t seem real. I put my hand down on the back of the couch and realized that I had my hand on her jean shorts that were draped over the back of the couch. I could have easily reached down and touched her golden hair with my hand. But in shock, I couldn’t move forward or back. I don’t think my brain could process the sight that I had stumbled upon.

Already well immersed when I arrived, Meagan experienced a strong orgasm that seemed to permeate me as well. I got really concerned that I was in deep trouble as she suddenly stopped and removed the vibrator. She could easily have just looked up and seen me standing over her. I did not move a muscle, not wanting to alert her to my presence. To my relief, Meagan picked up the remote and rewound the video to go back to the start of the scene. When it resumed playing again, she reinserted the vibrator and lost herself in the bliss once more.

I took the opportunity to gradually back away, carefully not making any sound as to not to be discovered. Which is not easy in my work boots on a hard wood floor. Fortunately for me the moans from the video drowned out any noise that I made. I slowly closed the screen door and drove away cautiously letting the engine only idle until I was about 300 ft down the road.

I was in shock at what I had stumbled upon but figured that I had managed to get away without being discovered. After the trip to the lumber yard, I still could not bring myself to return to Meagan’s house. I sent her a message and said that I had to go back to work at the farm which was a lie. I just couldn’t force myself to see her. I didn’t know how I would react. All I knew was that I wanted her in a way that I shouldn’t, and I was not sure that I could contain myself in her presence. I followed my first text with a Happy Birthday and went home.

It was two days later before I saw Meagan again. I was shaking inside and did everything I could to act normally. She didn’t say anything but just looked at me with her head tilted slightly sideways with a very inquisitive stare. Without breaking eye contact she said, ‘Thank you for the ice cream’. I tried to stay calm, but inside I was panicking. I had been so quiet when I left. Did she know? She had to suspect something and wanted to gage my reaction when provoked. I didn’t reply at first and thought about my entrance and exit that day.

What I suddenly realized while replaying the encounter was that I had set the raspberry shake on the kitchen table when I had first arrived, and I had left it there when I escaped. Like the criminal in a detective show, I had forgotten a crucial piece of evidence and had incriminated myself. Meagan had found the shake, confirming that I had returned. Knowing that, she would have suspected that I had seen more and was just testing me to see if I had. But I wasn’t ready to confess. All I could say was, “Your welcome”. She shook her head like she was saying no, showing that I had not given her the answer she was looking for. We didn't talk as I finished the trim on the window. But she kept a careful watch on me. I never confessed to what I saw that day, but she knew.

I ran into Meagan and her husband the other day. They had long since moved out of the house and I had not seen her in over five years. She seemed so glad to see me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. As she did, she whispered in my ear, "I know that you watched me". I just smiled.

Before we parted, we exchanged contact information. I thought to myself, it is gonna happen.