The first time I saw your telescope I thought it was to see the stars. It was just an innocent astronomy instrument pointed at the sky, behind your window.
The day after, it was slightly lowered. Not enough to be suspicious but still not in the direction of the immensity of the sky.
I saw you in passing, you were taking your trash out while I was walking my dog. (Little chuckle) I can't believe how attractive you are, even with a trash bag in your hands.
You waved back, a shy little movement on my part but you smiled and... You knew something I did not. Didn't you?
The following day I was stressed, my back all knotted in worry by work and life. I could have chosen to take a bath, go to the gym to relieve some energy, sing, and dance... But I chose another kind of dance I guess.
Maybe it was conscious of me to {dΓ©boutonner} my shirt near my window. The soft fabric glided down on my arms, freeing my shoulders, my collarbone, and my chest still encased in my brand-new bra. The lacy red one. The one I should wear on a date... But ended up with a day of boring meetings.
My hands started rubbing at my nape. It felt nice, the warm gentle touch relaxing my muscles.
A look on the right and I swear I could feel your presence. Your house was dark, with no sign of life inside, but I can't help but think of you behind your telescope... Watching me.
It's like it lightened a match. I feel myself getting warmer, a delicious heavy feeling invading my lower body. Thinking that you might be watching me get naked, watching me caress myself and... It's like an illumination, I know what I need.
The Idea of bringing myself to a climax in front of you, despite that street as a barrier, is like fire in my veins.
I never tried anything like that you know. Thinking about showing my naked body to a stranger never aroused me like that.
If I focus hard enough I can imagine your gaze on me. It's the push I needed to unbutton my pants. I leave it there, open to reveal the red fabric of my underwear. Not even a matching set with my bra, just a happy accident I suppose.
My hands are full of my breasts. I caress along the lace, savoring the contact on my skin. How I wish it was your fingers making their way into the cup to caress my neglected nipples. They are so hard and sensitive, part cold, part excitement of giving you a show.
I bother them both, leaving them aching and my underwear wet. With haste, I take that beautiful bra off and leave it on the floor. How I wish you were here, to suck on my nipples, to give me bruising hickeys all over my tits... To bite.
I don't even know your name but I dream of your mouth doing wicked things to me.