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He likes to watch... she likes to perform....

2:42 am Wednesday, 21st November, 2012

I knew he was watching me.

He always watches.

It used to freak me out, but this time I decided to have a little fun with it.

I took my time. Opening my double wardrobe doors slowly, I stood there admiring all my clothes before grabbing my black lace nightie. Leaving the doors open to the wardrobe, I walked over and stood at the foot of my bed, making sure he had a good view of me through the window.

I started to undress slowly; taking off my pencil skirt first, but leaving on my pink lace panties. I nonchalantly turned around, facing the window, and started to slowly unbutton my lavender button up blouse. With each button coming undone, it revealed more and more of my matching pink lace bra.

Just as I reached the last button, with perfect timing, I turned around and had my back facing the window again.

Carefully reaching behind me I unhooked my bra. Then, turning once more, I walked closer to the window, holding the bra closely against my skin, revealing just enough to tease.

As I neared the window I dramatically dropped the bra on the floor, revealing my plentiful breasts. To further excite him, I bent down and took my panties off, leaving me stark naked in the window, exposed to the world, a bare fantasy for him. I remained there for a few seconds and ran my hands down my breasts. I wanted to be a tease. I pretended like I didn’t know he was watching; like I didn't have a care in the world.

I sashayed back to my bed and crawled up on top of it, on all fours, giving him a perfect view of my bare bottom and pussy.

Rolling over I laid on top of the silk comforter, getting comfortable, spreading my legs. The silk felt so good on my naked skin. I tossed my long auburn hair behind my back and just laid there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being watched and admired, wondering if he had his cock out; perhaps he had already come?



I was so hot; so wet at the thrill of my exhibitionism. I decided to give my mysterious neighbor a real show.

I slowly brushed my hands down my breasts, grabbing my nipples, pinching them, pulling them out, making them hard. My breasts heaved and fell, rolling under my ministrations, ample hands full swaying from side to side.

I furthered one hand down my stomach and over my shaven patch, finding my clit. Knowing fingers tickled it, circled it, pressed the magic button. My pussy was swollen and sopping wet. I came almost immediately, bucking and grinding my hips, one hand between my legs, the other pinching my nipple to the point of pain.

I hoped he was enjoying the show. Was he seated comfortably? Was he naked? Was he jerking his big cock so hard whilst squeezing his balls to the point of eruption?

I wanted to please my unknown admirer; give him the most erotic of shows.

I continued my play for a few more minutes, coming again and again, swimming with the thought of being the center of attention. I had become wanton. I felt a giant wet patch forming on the silk under my ass.

When I couldn't take any more, I sat up slowly and held my position with a near exhausted and satisfied smile, looking with longing out of the window.

I needed more. I slid off the bed, and it was so wet I literally mean I slid, and walked over to my bureau. Opening the drawer, I took out my silver bullet vibrator and positioned a chair right in front of the window.

Any inhibition was long gone.

I wanted him to know that I knew he was watching me. I put my legs up on the window sill, spreading them as wide as I could, and inserted my middle and ring finger into my pussy.

Beginning a slow finger fuck, I gradually ramped up the pace, adding a third finger, then a fourth. I loved the feeling of my pussy being stretched to the limit, the friction, the heat. My head rolled back, mouth agape, moans of intense pleasure bellowing forth uncontrolled. With legs still spread wide and my feet on the window sill, my body rocked and spasmed as the most intense orgasm of my life struck me like a million volts of electricity. Cum squirted out over my hand, the pressure release incredible.

Regaining composure, I inserted the bullet vibrator.

My pussy was already swollen and dripping. I wanted to give him the best show I could.



I pushed the vibrator deep, deep inside, resting it against the G spot on my upper pussy wall. I turned it on the maximum power.

With my hands now free, I grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing for all my worth, as my other hand rubbed my clit with no regard to being gentle. The vibrator was pulsing inside, my G Spot felt like it was literally going to explode. I could not press my clit hard enough; an intense uncontrollability took me over as my whole became racked with pleasure. My legs stretched out on their own accord and the chair swung back on two legs, but I would not bring myself to care of the imminent danger.

Another life shattering orgasm tore through me; again I squirted everywhere, and over I went on to the floor. The vibrator continued inside working for all it's worth, as wave after wave of energy shot from my toes to the top of my head and out into the universe, pleasure previously unknown.

After settling for a moment on the floor and out of view, I removed the vibrator and attempted to regain composure. I imagined he had just come again at the same time as me, come sticky over his hand and chest as he sat satisfied in his chair, smiling with satisfaction at the show he has just been witness to.

Truth be told, it was a show of very mutual benefit.

I stood, smiled out of the window, turned and walked away, falling once more onto my bed.

I laid there, breathless in the afterglow. I wasn’t sure if my legs would allow me to stand. They were like jelly. My body wasn’t used to having so much pleasure all at once. I was so turned on, knowing someone was watching me, admiring me, possibly thinking of me as their ultimate fantasy.

I laid on my bed, completely naked, uncovered the whole night.

I knew he watched for hours as I slept. Even though his room was in darkness, occasionally I would see the spark of a cigarette lighter and the dull red ember as he puffed away in the shadows. This became a weekly thing with us.

We’ve never spoken and I don’t know his name, but I still come home from work and put on a little show every once in awhile. I do it to keep myself entertained. I love teasing him and pleasing myself. It’s alluring, sexy, mysterious and makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive. I can put on any kind of show I want, whenever I want.

No strings attached, no hassles. The ultimate sexual win-win.

Each week I try and add something new, something that I think he will enjoy just as much as I do. I really want to add another sexy lady to the mix. Maybe a girl who doesn’t mind putting on a show.

I bet he’ll go crazy.



Comments
6:20 am Wednesday, 21st November, 2012

wow gg what a horny story to wake upto,first thing in the morning
made me very very horny,wish it was me watching you. john

3:26 pm Wednesday, 21st November, 2012

incredable horny story gg

7:43 pm Wednesday, 21st November, 2012

Goodness me, another cracker of a story GG that's left me rather hot and bothered lol thank you x

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