Mans best friend

It's a quarter to 6, and she's almost home. The view from this window is beyond words gorgeous. Dwayne isn't back yet, and I get front row seats tonight. The sun is sinking the street lights are on, and the sky is at its finest hour. Here she comes the curtains wide open she always keeps them that way before she does anything else. She takes down her ponytail; she lets it free. Today she's wearing her red sun dress it must be her favorite she wore it at least 5 times if I counted correctly. Today was perfect the breeze blew gently and the bees stayed away. Fortunately, I caught some shade by the bird bath without them stealing my food. Today was a good day! " Psst!"

Oh no, Ruby! An orange and white tabby that torments every free second of her nine lives.

She knows how to ruin a moment her and all her glorious femininity!

"shh"

"She can't hear us you pet!" Ruby is balancing herself on the neighboring railing.

She lives right next to us.

The door opens "Dwayne."

I pretend I'm asleep and he doesn't bother me; he takes a seat right in front of the window. He steals my front row seat to first class erotica!

I can hear Ruby snickering from her window!

He doesn't bother turning on the light since he doesn't want her to know he's been watching her for the past month getting undressed, shower and loath around the house in a black silk skin right robe.

There's a knock at the door.

He goes to answer while I reclaim what is rightfully mines!

Damn! She's gone the curtains are drawn, and her beautiful sculpted body is no longer visible.

Ruby is no where in sight I'm sure she's happy.

" Dwayne!" A voice from the living room speaks. Whoever she is, she is glad to see him.

About an hour in she's already down to her socks and a t-shirt and panties. I don't understand how this works. So many women I see come and go. Yesterday was a girl who resembled a boy but wore a skirt; then the night before was a woman with long hair cascading down back. This one has shoulder length hair and a butterfly tattoo on her ankle.

The butterfly tattooed woman is gone. They've been in the bathroom practically all night! God, I thought she killed him in there. There's another knock at the door. It's her! The babe from across the street! " Dwayne is it?"

I can barely hear the conversation I am busy quenching my thirst. He's excited to see her his smile has been on his face since she's walked in and that was over 20 minutes ago. Her hair is very short, not low maybe to her nape of her neck. I can tell it's midnight she's in her bra and panties and he's carrying her to his room. She must be unique because usually, it's the bathroom and never the bedroom.

Only two minutes have gone by, and she's collecting her stuff. He comes running out behind her his hands in the air now placing them on his hips. She looks at him then slaps him in the face the door slams hard! I creep on the couch to try and get a better perspective of what just happened. He goes in the bathroom and closes the door. I creep to the door and peek my head in.

"Get out!"

God, what women do to him!