The early October air had a certain chill to it that made her restless and excitable. It caressed her milky white skin through the thin black silk of her night robe as Karmen stood at her balcony door. Her petal pink nipples rose in response. The crisp autumn air smelled of pumpkin patches and hay rides even in the city... or maybe that was just the memories of fall on a farm that came creeping in from her past.
Unfastening her hair from its knot, Karmen shook her hair out and let it cascade down her back in chocolate brown waves. Running her fingers through her hair, she gazed seemingly haphazard out the window. The wispy pieces that framed her face clung to the dampness left over from her shower moments ago. This was her ritual. Every night, she came home from work and showered, taking her time to meticulously groom the soft manicured patch of pubic hair and remove every unwanted hair from her body. When she was done, her skin would be flushed and glistening and ready for her pleasure.
As she stood at the balcony doorway, she felt his eyes on her as always. She could feel his presence in the shadows across the courtyard much like the tiny goosebumps that adorned her moist skin. She often wondered what he did while he watched her, imagining all sorts of delicious acts that he could be allowing himself. Or maybe he didn't allow himself any pleasure, just the tease of seeing her without release, building up until he might one day creep out of the shadows and take her.
Acting as if she had a sore neck, she begins to massage her neck tilting it to one side and sliding her fingertips down to her collarbone. Her other hand slid to the sash of her robe and skillfully freed it from its loop. Shrugging, the silk slides down her now dry skin to puddle around her feet. Her fingers continue their descent to her breast and pause to roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger. The familiar electric sensation made the slight goosebumps tingle and she threw her head back and gasped at her own touch knowing that somewhere past her door he sat waiting and watching her. Her other hand slides down over her curvaceous stomach and between her thick thighs. As she dips her fingers into the wet folds there, she moans out again allowing made up images of him to creep into her mind.
The mystery man would be tall... at least three inches taller than her 5 foot 3. He would be dark skinned in comparison and thick muscular in build. Full lips and a white smile gleaming from her show. And he would be sitting in a chair looking across the way with only his jeans remaining on his body. His fly would be unbuttoned to start as he hardened and strained the material against his considerable girth.
Imaging the bulge in his pants, her clit began to throb and she brought herself to climax rubbing her clit between her two outstretched fingers. The wetness between her legs growing, as she moans out in hopes his window is open for him to hear.
Three steps to her bed. She had placed it here on purpose. Crawling into the center among the fluffy down comforter, she settles herself against the pillows. Spreading her legs wide, she dips two fingers into her blushing pussy and begins to rub simultaneously inside as she rubs her clit with her thumb. The subtle sensation was enough to make her close again while she continued dreaming about the man across the courtyard, fantasizing him beginning to pull out his dick and rub it slowly in tune with her own rhythm.
