"I know you can see me..."💘

Transcript

I can see you out of the corner of my eye, you know, through the gap in the curtains, washing the windows, both of us pretending we don't know the other is there. Easier for me to do with headphones on, but for you, it must be a lot harder. I'm turned away from you, I can feel your eyes on me, burning into my back and thighs as I slip my fingers under the hem, sliding my skirt up along my skin, my thumbs slipping into the sides of my panties.

I catch your reflection in a picture frame, staring at the peekaboo gap between my thighs where the panties meet, barely a glimpse of them just beneath the edge of the lifted skirt. So many thoughts rushing through my mind, do I stay here and torment, let you watch me walk out of the room into another, with a different window to tease you with, leaving you wondering what I'm doing now? Or do I stay and dance to the pause of silence in my ears, to an imaginary song while listening to the squeak of the rubber heels sliding across the glass?

It's not as fast moving as it was, what is it baby, want to make the job last longer now? Maybe, if I slide my panties down, just a little, just a tease, you can tell from behind me that both my hands are now slipping inside the piece that is left in the way of my pussy, and all you can stare at is the curve of my arse cheeks and my lower arms disappearing from view in front of me. Does she know I'm watching, should I climb down the ladder quickly before she realises, or should I just stay, mesmerised, and get to horny at by the second wishing it was my hand she was feeling between her legs?

I think I'll remove them completely now, sliding them down my thighs, letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of there, leaving them there in full view of the wet patch that has been slowly soaking them since your presence has been felt. I wonder now, what your fingers would feel like inside me, still pretending I'm unaware you were there at all, one of those things we both know we know, yet don't know for sure, as I sit on the edge of the bed and take my favourite toy from the bedside drawer. Still moving my body in time to the music in my mind with lip syncing to imaginary words, my body feeling increasingly sensual.

Can you imagine the warmth of my skin and the warmth of your breath bouncing back onto your mouth that would be so close to it, but for a sheet of glass that stands between us? Can you imagine what my shoulder feels like as I peel this shirt away from it? Can you imagine how wonderful my neck would feel to your lips, your tongue, your teeth? Can you imagine my back curling and swaying side to side? Can you see the goosebumps as the cotton slips all the way down my spine? And now, I'm going to lay down.

Fuck, this bed is so comfortable. I feel as though it's cradling my head that is becoming increasingly lost in thoughts of you being in here. As your gaze through the transparent barrier becomes increasingly fixed, arching my back to unclasp my brow and dragging it softly over my arms, slowly revealing my breasts to you that my own hands are now cupping, and brushing across my hardening nipples.

I bet you would love to clap your mouth over one right now, wouldn't you? Listening to my purring. Or do you just want to watch me? Keep washing that window, sweetheart.

You don't want the neighbours thinking you're a peeping tom. Sliding my feet along the covers and closer to my body, my knees teasingly causing my thighs to touch before slowly parting a little. Again, reveling in the sensations of Egyptian cotton as it seduces my largest sensory organ called.

.. skin. Nicking my lips slowly ends with my teeth biting my lip briefly, before a tiny gush of air sounds the tiniest of whimpers caught in my throat.

A swallow. My temperature is climbing as my knees slowly part, my legs wider. ..

and wider. My hands resting on my tits awaken and slide slowly down, down, over my tummy, sliding down the little valleys either side of my groin. My hands rest there briefly.

I want to tease you. I want to tease myself. My thumbs brush the plump skin and press, and pulse upon my lips and expose the petals and glid, stretching them without touching.

The sensitivity increasing as even the slightest movement of air flirts with and teases. My glid begins the flirtatious dance back with her pulse. Did you hope you'd be witnessing this today? Did you wish this very dance into existence? And as you stand on that ladder, are you pulsing for me too, sweetheart? I almost feel bad for you, standing there, unable to move your body the way you wanted to move.

But I don't. It's turning me on in a way that you are ultimately in control of. You just haven't realized it yet.

Should I torture you further? Should I realize the time and stop? Or should I turn up the heat and make you want to come so bad with me? I'm wetter than wet as I reach for the realistic veiny cock toy and lay it on my stomach, tracing my fingers up and down, my excitement increasing as I curl my fingers around it, giving it an unprovoked squeeze.

Like a ritual, losing myself in even just the thought of what I'm about to feel inside. I want you to know I know you're there, directing my gaze in the direction of the window, but with lowered eyes keeping mine away from yours. I can see you without seeing you.

And your hand that has now lifted, resting your open palm and splayed fingers against the glass. I want to look you in the eye so bad, but instead they roll and close as the tip of the toy is positioned and rubbed, slowly up and slowly down, stopping the opening of my ever so hungry gut. I can't.

I can't toy with myself or you any longer. The need to fuck myself is reaching the point of overwhelm, and I can't wait any longer. Fuck.

Just knowing you're watching me, I have no idea how much I want your fingers inside me right now. The thought of you holding my wrists above my head as you fuck, fuck, fuck. Brushing my palms so lightly over my nipples, digging my fingers into the flesh around them.

Are you wishing it was your hand as you watch me squeeze them hard enough to leave finger marks? I'm going to cut so fucking hard. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. And now I want you to see me as I walk out of the room.

Maybe next time I'll leave the windows open. Maybe you can work on the insides instead. Maybe.