It was a warm night with a very slight breeze gently rustling the leaves above me, which all added to the atmosphere and the feeling of ‘theatre’ as I was waiting.
It was almost the anticipation of waiting for the music to come up, the curtain to rise, and the production to begin.
Slowly the door at the other end of the room opened and Rachel walked in – a long white satin gown hanging from her shoulders. It wasn’t fastened with the tie at the waist, but she was holding it closed, not from shyness, but due to the air of tease and anticipation about her.
After closing the door gently behind her – everything was done in a slow, fluid motion, like she was moving through honey – she walked to the window, raised her arms and stretched, tilting her head back and allowing her robe to fall open at the front. She seemed taller than I remembered, and more lithe and athletic, and this was reinforced by the hint of naked body I saw beneath her robe – a surprisingly taut stomach, wonderfully curvy breasts (from what I could see, even larger than I had suspected), and not a hint of body her where her stomach met her thighs.
When she lowered her hands, she moved her head down and looked right outside into the darkness. Even though she knew I was there, I shrunk back under the tree a little more just in case she saw me. I was unsure why, but felt like I was an unknown voyeur and didn’t want to be ‘caught’ staring at the sight unfolding before me.
Rachel slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor to reveal herself completely naked – her nipples hard, dark and very erect on her large firm breasts, her very delicious body curving out at her hips as she stood proud, without an ounce of shyness, as she had every right to do.
Her fingers trailed down her flanks – gently, barely touching her skin. Her eyes closed and I could see her breathing deepen and slow. She obviously enjoyed the tactile sensations she was giving herself, and I was certain she was enjoying being watched.
Her hands moved lower down each side of the her thighs, then up the front of her legs, skirting each side of her pussy, up to her breasts where she cupped them, then closed her fingers and thumbs around her nipples, gently rolling them, before starting to squeeze harder and harder, pulling them out to their full fabulous length. It seemed to cross a line for her, and she went from gentle and languid to urgent and needy in a flash, like a switch had been flicked.
She moved one hand down to her pussy, moved her legs apart and rubbed her clit rapidly as she stood there. It was clear she needed what was coming and I could almost hear how wet she was already.
Fuck, I wanted to climb through the window and take her aggressively right where she stood….but I was transfixed by what I was watching, and I hoped my time would come soon enough.
She turned and walked back towards to door. No, NO, surely she wasn’t going to stop and leave now….but she stopped at her bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out a rather large purple dildo. The she moved back to the end of the bed, sat on her with her legs apart, one hand going back to work on her wet cunt, the other holding her toy. It was a magnificent sight.
She changed hands and slid the head of her purple dildo up and down her wet pussy….and then suddenly plunged it in as deep as it would go – fast, hard, urgent. She wanted it, and she wanted it NOW!
There was no build up, and lay back on her bed and started fucking herself with it, ramming it inside her cunt – over and over, getting harder and faster and more intense. Fuck, she couldn’t get enough of it.
I could hear her breathing, panting, moaning as her pussy swallowed her toy with each violent thrust, and she was getting faster and harder as the pressure built up.
Her voice became more guttural as the seconds ticked by – her moaning interspersed with “fuck yes, yes…..ah, ah….oh god….”until the muscles in her legs tightened, she held her toy deep inside her and I heard “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” as she pulled it out, unleashing a stream of squirt from the dripping hole between her legs. It must have shot a metre from where she sat….but she wasn’t finished. Back in the toy went and she started banging herself again, repeating the same fucking hot process over and over again until she’d had three huge squirting orgasms.
God, I was rock hard and hungry to bury my tongue, my fingers and my cock deep inside her – to feel more of what I had just seen.
Rachel lay on her bed recovering – her stomach rising and falling as she caught her breath, before she sat up closed her eyes and lowered her head – obviously still getting her bearings back. Never had she looked sexier.
She got up from her bed, walked over to the window and, without a glance outside, pulled her curtains shut.
How, I hoped, it was my turn….and I stood and waited for my phone to alert me to a new message. But, nothing!
I waited a few more minutes, a little unsure as to what was happening, before walking out from under the tree and down the side of her house, wondering if she was waiting at her door. No, not there either!
Hmmm. So I walked back to my car, climbed into the driver’s seat and fired off a message to her:
**“Fuck Rachel, that was amazing. You are so damned sexy,”** in the hope the invitation would come.
Her reply came: “Thank you, I enjoyed it too. Sleep well – long day tomorrow. See you in the morning.”
What? Seriously? The woman knew how to play a very teasing game. Perhaps tomorrow night was when everything was going to happen.
Hmmmm, if so, then I could play that game too. From what I had just seen, it was going to be worth the wait.
After not much sleep – it was, after all, almost 3am when I got back – I got up in the morning, showered and went downstairs to join everyone else.
Rachel was already there, across the foyer sitting at a table with a cup of coffee, engrossed in conversation with another of the attendees. I could tell she saw me, but gave no indication of anything at all…not even a raising of the eyebrows or sly smile, so I decided to push it a little more.
I got a coffee and walked past her table, glancing down as I got closer: “Good morning Rachel,” I said as I stopped where she was.
“Good morning Tony. Sleep well? Set for the day?”
“Ah, you know what it’s like – first night in a different bed can take some getting used to, but looking forward to the day.”
“Excellent,” she replied. “We’ll catch up a bit later eh?”
And then she went back to her conversation.
Hell, she was good…..professional, forthright, almost frosty. She didn’t even introduce me to the guy she was talking to. And she certainly didn’t even show a hint of acknowledgement that, six hours earlier, she had been naked in front of me getting herself off as I stood outside her window.
I guess I was going to see how the day (and the night) unfolded…
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