The New Neighbor

Yes, Sir Part 4

The next morning, I woke up at my normal 4:45 am. It was a night of little sleep, but when I did wake up, a smile was on my face.

I kissed her on the forehead then got out of bed. She grabbed my pillow and snuggled into it.

"It is too early to get up," she mumbled after she lifted the blankets to her chin.

"Who said you needed to get up," I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed.

I reached over and laid my hand on the side of her face, as I gently stroked her cheek.

A content expression appeared on her face as she closed her eyes.

"In all honesty," she whispered from her dream-like state, "I am glad you are on shift today. I will need the time to rehydrate."

She then giggled, grabbed my hand, and kissed the tip of my thumb.

There was nothing sexual in the kiss. She did not engulf my thumb in her mouth and attempt to swallow it. She did not swirl the tip with her tongue then flick it. She gave it a little peck then hugged my hand on her neck.

After placing a glass of water on the nightstand, so she can rehydrate, I leaned over and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finished with her lips.

After showering, shaving, and dressing I kissed her once again before leaving. I heard, "Be safe today baby," as I closed the bedroom door.

She sent me a picture when she had finished painting. I really was impressed with how quickly she could paint. Not only was she quick, but she was also good at not allowing little runs in the paint. She was very talented to keep from dripping paint on anything it was not originally intended. Well, except herself. I smiled as I thought of her mishap.

I texted her a quick response as the tones dropped for a medical call. "I like the artwork: how about a picture of the artist?"

My phone buzzed as we traveled to the emergency call. I opened the message to see a selfie of her with her eyes crossed and her tongue sticking out at me. I saved the photo on my phone, smiled, then sent an, "I like ;)"

Once we arrived, I set the phone down. I was unable to look at it again for another two and a half hours. We had back to back to back calls: Medical, a false alarm, and someone grilling too close to the house. So close it ignited the back of the home.

When I was able to check my phone, I noticed she had sent me only one message.

"I can't believe you sent me a message while you were supposed to be helping someone."

Once we returned to the firehouse, I called her and explained that I was on my way to the call and, I leave my phone in the truck while I am working. I thanked her again for painting and for sending the picture.

Making sure I could not be overheard, I said: "You know I am a bit of a voyeur for you. Why not send a few more pictures and feed into my voyeuristic need?"

"Hmmm," she replied with a seductive timbre in her voice, "I may have to send some teasing photos because I know you will be there and cannot come to get me until tomorrow. Giving you blue balls may be a lot of fun."

She ended the call with a sardonic and evil laugh.

It was a busy shift. I would check my phone the second I fastened my seatbelt and was able to angle my screen so the other guys could not see.

She was an expert at teasing. One photo showed her smiling with a mirror behind her. I could see she was naked but only showing her back and the tip of her butt. Another picture was of her pulling the front of her shirt and bra down just enough to show the edge of her areolas.