Saucy Satisfaction

Stepping out of the steaming hot shower, I grabbed the towel from its rack and wrapped it around my dripping body. The soft cotton caressed my skin as I dried off, its fluffy fibres rubbing against me in all the right places. I felt a pleasant shiver run through me as I walked barefoot across the cool tiles; it was so refreshingly pleasant that it almost took my breath away. As I walked into the kitchen, a sudden chill swept over me, making me gasp in surprise as my nipples hardened and goosebumps rose on my skin.

It was already dark outside, so I flicked on the light switch before grabbing a cup of water. My boyfriend came in behind me, casting an imposing silhouette in comparison to my small stature. His deep, dark eyes traced along my naked curves, trailing alongside my hips and down around my thighs, soaking up every delicate slope of my hourglass shape that taunted and teased him further. I couldn't help but smile as his gaze finally reached the center of my breasts, staring at my protruding nipples with an almost undeniable hunger.

A deep sigh escaped his chest, and a smoldering expression crossed his face as he whispered, "You've got to keep this up, don't you? Walking around like this... One of these days, one of those poor elderly neighbours in the apartment building across the street is going to witness all this and have a heart attack on the spot!"

His words were both reprimanding and affectionate, so I wasn't sure whether he was truly upset or merely amused by the situation, so I laughed; but his expression became solemn. In response to his stern demeanor, my bratty instincts kicked in, and I leaned against the counter with a slow sensuality, pushing up my plump, pink-tipped breasts as I innocently sipped from my glass of water. His gaze hardened, and his lips twitched as if to contain a smile.

I swayed my hips and spread my legs to give him a better view of my pussy, which was trimmed in a womanly triangle just the way he liked it. The sternness of his expression faded as he admired me, his eyes slowly trailing down my body until they reached my exposed, swollen pussy lips. His lips curled into a smirk as he slowly licked them with the tip of his tongue.

I looked up at him with a challenging expression on my face, daring him to give in to his primal urges and take me right there. His eyes burned with an intensity that spoke of his inner desire, and as I held his attention, I felt my own arousal grow with each passing second. The heat between us had grown to the point where it could almost be felt in the air around us.

"I saw our new neighbour walk into the living room naked the other day. I could see her clearly from the window with the lights on in her apartment," he warned me, but his voice betrayed his excitement.

"At least it wasn't her boyfriend strolling around in his birthday suit," I remarked.

"Yeah," he laughed, adding, "it's not the first time she's given me more than a 'walk by' viewing experience... and I could see everything."

His words piqued my interest, and I imagined the gorgeous curves of the brunette's body, feeling my skin heat up as I imagined how her nipples would feel against my tongue.

"Did you like what you saw?" I inquired, my voice soft and trembling with need.

I could feel the electricity between us crackling as he seemed to scan my face for any hidden meaning in my words, knowing how jealous I could be. His dark eyes held mine for what felt like an eternity, searching for a clue as to what I was thinking. Even though his body was motionless, his breaths were slow and heavy. After a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat.

"Yes," he said simply, his lips curling into a slow, lazy smile.

"She's hot," I said as I set my empty glass on the counter. "I wouldn't mind seeing more of that toned body."

He gave me a playful glance, shaking his head in amusement. My boyfriend was understanding, willing to let me explore my sexuality, and actually supported me when it came to occasionally experiencing the pleasure of a woman's touch--with or without him.

"She's very attractive," he concurred. "Exactly like you."

"And, like me, she enjoys being watched," I stated the obvious, because she would never expose herself in this manner otherwise. Looking up at him with wide eyes and a blush, I continued, "Perhaps she enjoys watching as well?"

His eyes lit up with hunger, as if raging fires of desire had been ignited within him. I took a step closer, my trembling hands itching to have their way with the buttons on his shirt. His Adam's apple dipped as he swallowed hard, but he didn't move from his spot as I slid each button through its loop one by one, building up the anticipation until I finally slid the fabric off his shoulders.

His chest heaved as I ran my fingertips along the contours of his muscles, feeling the tension in his body with every second. His breathing grew deeper as I explored, with his chest expanding further with each intake of air. I could tell he was struggling to hold back the mounting need within him, and with each passing moment, I could feel his resolve slipping further away. All of his reservations about being exposed in a private moment gave way to a burning desire for more.

As I lowered myself to my knees and began unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, it was clear that there was no turning back. His body seemed to hum with anticipation as I carelessly yanked on the zipper before sliding the denim down his toned legs. As I traced circles along his thighs, his breathing slowed, and he seemed to struggle to stay still as my fingers traced the outline of his growing erection, the thin fabric of his boxers doing little to contain it. All I had to do was touch him, and the arousal emanating from where our skin met sent a wave of passion coursing through us both.

We both knew that if we stayed there with the light on, the couple in the apartment directly across the street could see us through their window, but that only added to the excitement. I felt a thrill of pleasure at the thought of being watched, and I could tell that he felt it too as he shifted his hips slightly, pushing his erection further into my hand as an invitation to explore him further. I complied, slipping my hand under his boxer shorts, massaging his length in a slow, sensual motion that made him to bite his lip and groan with delight.

He trembled with arousal as I finally peeled his boxers off, releasing his erection from its thin fabric prison. As I wrapped my hand around the hard length of him, my thumb lightly grazing the precum leaking tip, his breath came out in ragged gasps and his eyes glazed over with desire. I moved my hand up and down his shaft, feeling the way it pulsed against my palm with each stroke as I stared into his eyes, watching him writhe beneath my touch.

My eyes were fixated on his as I parted my lips and gently took the head of his manhood into my mouth. He gasped as I swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive ridge and savoring the salty taste of his arousal before I sucked him deeper. I gripped the base of his shaft with my hand as I worked him deeper into my mouth, my lips tight around him, my tongue swirling faster and faster. My head bobbed up and down his shaft, my tongue running the length of it, saliva coating every inch.

His hips rose up to meet my mouth, and I heard the moan of pleasure escape from his lips as he grasped at my hair, pushing himself deeper into me, and I felt my own desire rise as I felt his control over me. The thought of someone watching us was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I felt myself trembling as I gave him pleasure, my muscles tense with desire.

As he approached the edge of ecstasy, his thrusts became more powerful and his grip on my hair tighter, and I could feel his muscles tense as he let go, filling my mouth with the warmth of his orgasm. I savored the taste of his essence and reveled in the power I wielded over him as I sucked and swallowed every drop until he couldn't give any more. My tongue and lips teased him until he finally relaxed, his breathing slowing.

I smiled up at him, pleased with the pleasure I had given him, and said, "Next time, you'll fuck me while I'm sprawled across the table by the kitchen window."

"Why should I have to wait until the next time?"

His words held a sense of urgency as he moved closer to me. His hands were warm and firm, encircling my waist as he lifted me effortlessly off the floor until our lips met.

As if swept away with mad passion, we stumbled together towards the table at the far side of the room, near the window. He nearly tripped because his jeans were still pooling around his ankles, and I couldn't stop giggling at how eager he was to have me.

He carefully lowered me onto the wooden tabletop, its chilliness radiating through my back, and sat himself between my legs, the heat of his breath stirring within me an inferno of sensations that I quickly realized were an invitation into a blissful pleasure that left me breathless by morning.