My eyes slowly open from a peaceful sleep, squinting a little as they adjust to the brightness of the late morning sun beaming through the bedroom windows. I lazily stretch out in bed, and smiling, I reach over expecting to kiss you "Good morning," but I find that you're not there - you're already awake and out of bed. It seems that you've been up for a while because your side of the bed is cold. I guess you figured you'd let me sleep in since I'd had such a tiring week at work. I slip out of bed and tiptoe downstairs to see what you're doing.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I peek around the corner, and I see you spread out on the couch in your boxers, watching TV. I stand there and watch you for a minute, admiring every inch of you - your dark, wavy hair, your soft brown eyes, that sexy bronze skin tone, those well defined arms, that muscular chest and washboard stomach, those nicely shaped legs...
I snap out of my daze and decide not to disturb you, so I turn around and tiptoe back upstairs. I close the door behind me and slip back into bed, stretching out across the bed with you on my mind. I roll over into the pillows...I can smell your cologne on them. The scent of your cologne on the pillows brings back memories of the night before - the way you touched and teased me, the way you kissed my body, the way you made love to me - I can't stand it any longer. I close my eyes and my mind is filled with the erotic images of last night's episode, which makes my body react. Running my fingertips along my breasts, I find that my nipples are hard...and further exploration down my stomach, along my inner thighs, and between my legs tells me what I already knew - my pussy is wet. I decide to linger down there for a while, since now I've started something I can't stop. The pleasure I feel is intense as I play with my clit and finger fuck myself, imagining my hands are yours as I please myself. Since I have a vivid imagination, it doesn't take too long - all of a sudden, my thighs tighten around my hands, my back arches up off the bed, and I moan audibly as I cum all over myself. After my muscles finally unlock, I lay there with a smile of satisfaction on my face...when I hear a creak. I sit up to see what it was, and I notice that the door is open slightly. I continue to sit there alert and silent, wondering if I didn't close the door all the way, or maybe, something else...
Seconds later, you walk in, unable to hide the mischievous smile on your face.
"So - you're finally awake. How did you sleep?"
Right then, I know what you've been up to.
"You were watching me, weren't you?" I ask, in a playfully scolding tone. You smile.
"Guilty. I must say, I couldn't have done it better myself."
You then go on to explain that you heard a sound on the staircase, and when you went to see what it was you saw me tiptoe back upstairs. Then you followed me upstairs and cracked the door a little to see what I was doing, and you got stuck in that "voyeur's game" again.
