Prequel to ‘Through the open door’, which was my first story in this subreddit.
“Hah…”
I sigh at the sight of you through my closed bedroom window, watching as you mow the grass of our shared garden.
You have no shirt on, and my, what a sight to behold.
You are a glorious creature; black hair, handsomely roughish face atop a thick neck and broad shoulders.
The muscles in your upper torso are flexing, topped by slightly tanned, sweat-lined skin glistening in the mid morning sunlight as you prowl around.
My hungry gaze drifts progressively lower, unashamed to ogle you from your torso to your abdomen as you begin to turn around, catching sight of your back and divine rear, clad in shorts.
My hands are jealous of those shorts. It simply isn’t fair that the clothing gets to envelop your firm behind.
Not to mention the sizable mass present between your legs.
Of course I noticed that.
Any girl could get drunk on the sight of you, and I am no exception.
Do you know how wet I am because of you?
Do you know you are being watched?
How much I want you to notice me?
I now wonder what your reaction will be if you do spot me.
Will you join me in my room, or simply carry on with the garden maintenance you have opted to do?
My brain must have shorted out at the mere suggestion of the former, as before I know it, two fingers are between my legs, slipping past my skirt and panties to work myself into a frenzy as I watch you, unseen from my room.
I idly wonder what your name is, as I get myself off like this, with fluids coating my fingers while my other hand reaches for my chest.
I have no bra on, and my white T-shirt is fairly low cut, making it a simple matter to reach for my mounds.
Rolling, tweaking and pinching my right nipple brings my end along all the sooner, resulting in my back arching and my crying out in tandem with the torrent that squirts onto my fingers and onto the duvet of my bed I’m sitting on.
My eyes clench shut and my chest heaves as I let go of my breast and lie down on my bed, savouring the afterglow of the moment in bliss.
“Fuck yes…” I quietly murmur to myself, before eventually opening my eyes and rising to head to the bathroom and clean up the mess I’ve made of my fingers – since I’m all out of tissues or disposable wipes.
On the way back to my room, I pause, as I can hear voices in the hallway outside.
“Hey Jay. I see you’ve gotten settled in?”
“Hey Mark. Yeah, I’m liking the place. Just got done mowing the grass.”
So you know the landlord and your name is Jay?
Good to know, I think to myself as my lips stretch into a smirk. Maybe one day I’ll gather the courage to introduce myself to you, and invite you to my room, where we can get to know each other far more intimately.
At the very least, I know who will be on my mind tonight.
You will make a nice change from the porn I usually view.
In any case, I’ll be sure to leave my door slightly more open than usual, just for you to hear me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qdijo6/through_the_closed_window_mf