A sheer curtain separates you from your prize as you peer beneath the brim of your worn baseball cap. You stand partially veiled by the willow with the low hanging branches, fading into the darkness amongst its swinging leaves. Your heart thrills when you see the door open and I step inside. A tall slender figure in skin tight jeans and an open flannel, an athletic body moves beneath the cloth as I take care to wriggle out of my jeans and my shirt hits the floor with a slight thud. Your heart races as I expose myself to you through the breeze of the open window and the billowing sheer white curtain. Looking out the window seemingly completely through you I slip my blue silk robe over my soft skin and lower the open window to just allow a small crack to remain. You watch as I go from room to room getting ready for bed, but you can see no matter what task I’m frustrated. My body is tense as I pour myself a glass of wine, you can see it all over me, the longing, the desperate aching for your strong touch. Whether I know what I want or not, you do.
Then, almost as if you willed my movements I gave in to my needs. I lay myself out on the bed, my fingers toying with my nipples while you watch as I spread my legs beckoning you in your darkness. Your cock grows hard against your jeans while you watch me begin to writhe as I toy with my moistening slit. My body bucks against my hand while my fingers plunge into my warm, wet, pussy, teasing you, knowing how badly you want to be on top of me. You can’t stand the pressure building and begin stroking your now throbbing cock to match my plunging rhythm. My chest heaves up as a moan escapes me, growing louder and more desperate as closer I bring myself to the ultimate pleasure I’ve been craving. My breathing quickens as I grip the sheets beneath me and let out a final primal moan as my pussy grips around my fingers and my body shakes uncontrollably while waves of pleasure crash through me. You watch me, knowing that my pleasure should be yours, that it could be your hands caressing my body, your body on mine, your lips owning every inch of me, and in my moment of bliss teasing you, you cum and have to grip onto the tree limb to keep yourself standing as the image of owning me with your cock sends you over the edge.
I climb into bed, as if I don’t know you’re out there, waiting for the perfect opportunity to give me exactly what you know I deserve, and that’s when you see it.
The window is still open, the invitation sent and received.