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Mourning Sex

Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

comfortable with," I answered. She gave me directions to her house. It was only a few blocks from the station. "What the hell," she said as I pulled into her drive. Following her line of sight, I saw that her front door was wide open. "That was closed when I left," she explained. "Sometimes it doesn't latch right, but it still shouldn't be open." "Would you like..." I started to say. "Would you be willing..." she asked at the same time. "Yes," I said with a smile. "I will feel better for you if we make sure there are no surprises." "I have a security system that would have recorded any intruders. Let's go see what we find, and I will check it." We walked together to check out the front door. The outside storm door was closed and locked from the inside. We could not see anyone inside, and nothing look out of order. She shrugged and walked back to the garage door. She punched in a code and it opened. We entered her house through the garage and into a hallway. We walked up the hall into an open area between the living room, dining room and kitchen. Nothing was out of place. She led me back into the hall and into the first room. It was a nice sized home office, with a couple of desks and a computer. She logged in to the computer, and I watched over her shoulder as she called up the security system. She had several cameras set up, and it was set to take a picture every two seconds. She played with the buttons for a moment and then a new window popped open with four different ... views. She clicked again, and the display started scrolling backwards through the pictures. In one view, we saw us walk backwards from the garage to the front door, then backwards from the door to the car, and then the car backed out and drove backwards out of view. I noted that in another view, we could see the open front door. We watched for a bit, and nothing was changing, so she sped up the rewind. About an hour in time earlier, the door suddenly shut on its own. She stopped the video, and played it forward. The door was slightly ajar, and then it looked like a ghost started moving the curtains by the window and the door slowly opened. "Okay," she said, "That is the furnace blowing the door open, but it does not explain why it was ajar." She played with the buttons and started the rewind again. Not much time had elapsed when the door mysteriously closed itself completely. At the same time, another view showed a woman walking backwards in from a door off the kitchen. "Okay," she said as the video continued to rewind, "that's my friend Robin. If the front door isn't completely latched, slamming the back door will cause it to open like that. I wonder why she was here tonight." We watched the video. The woman walked backwards into the kitchen, spent some time at the counter, and then walked backwards out of view under the camera. Another view showed her walking backwards into the office we were in. There was a piece of paper in her hand. "I bet she left a note on the counter," ...