He stands in the shadows outside her window. Darkness around him makes him feel like in the movies. And tonight’s show is just for him. Tonights star is his star. He’s been coming here for weeks. He knows the spot well, he knows the angle well and most of all he knows her well. Any minute now the show is about to start. Lotion ready, he unzipps his pants. In the darkness nobody will see what he’s about to do.
And there she is, tall, slender with magnificent breasts, glistening in the light of her room. She’s done with her shower. She’ll dry her hair in a towel, like she always does. A quick look at her mail. She doesn’t bother to put on any clothes. He dreams of touching her soft skin of grabbing her tits. One day, he’ll have her and there’s nothing that will stop that. But for how he stands in the shadow, waiting and keeping his urges in check. Just a bit more, let her turn around a bit so he can see her fully. In his exitement he snaps a branch underfoot. She hears the sound. She looks his way. Freeze. His hand stops mid movement, he’s so close. She walks up to the window and looks out into the darkness. But he’s well hidden. Oh how he yearns to be right in front of her to show her himself, to expose his desire, and shower her with his love. But not today, not yet. She turns around and he applies a gentle pressure. Release is almost immediate. Streaks of himself flow don on the grass in front of him like many days before. He’ll come agin tomorrow. Just like she will. One day. She will be his.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gbrmcn/through_the_window