I watch from the behind the blinds as you move around your house. Sometimes I see only your shadow and I try to change windows quickly enough in hope of being able to continue my view of your nudity as you go through your daily routine. From day one when I happened to glance in as I passed by your home, I have watched your breasts as they swung unfettered, the growth of pubic hair from strip to covering to shaven and back. I have been in the mall and seen you as you have shopped and watched when you went into a changing room wearing underwear and come out without it. I was in a bar one night when you emerged from the side of a stage and stripped, the smile on your face as you revealed yourself to the baying punters before finally lying down on the stage a hand covering yourself and then removing it as flash bulbs went off and you showed yourself totally. The crowd myself included screaming for you to body surf and howling as you stood, grinned, shook your head and turned away to vanish backstage. Later as you flashed your breasts at the bar I caught your eye and chatted to you about your show there was an exchange of flirtatious looks and touches, your quick kiss was to die for but now I need more.
My hand touches the back door handle and I slip inside under the cover of your vacuum cleaner noise. Hiding myself away in the closet and waiting until the cleaner stops and I hear you climb the stairs, I cross the room and place a folded piece of paper under the stand of your computer monitor. From the top of the stairs I hear the click of heels and I retreat back to my hiding place, watching through the slats in the door as you cross to the desk, no longer naked, a bikini covering your tits and arse. From my hiding place I can see that it is so loosely tied it could fall off and for a moment I wonder why until you pull the cord that slides the curtains and open them wider, the window behind already being open wide on to the alleyway. Light floods the room and the chair can be seen by anyone who may choose to look from the rooms of our businessmen's hotel into yours. I see you sit in the swivel chair before your computer and start to type stopping when you see the note blowing in the slight breeze. I wait as you read and then you start to type again. I wait and watch, my patience infinite, as you type and switch web sites, I see you move and then your left arm comes out and you toss the top of the bikini on to the floor. From the movement of your arms I figure you are stroking your breasts as you read whatever is on the screen. You laugh and I hear you speak but can't catch what you say and the screen changes once more, this time though I can make out the naked figures of several males. The chair moves as you undo the ties on the bikini pants and I see your head lift slightly above the top of the chair back as you pull them off and throw them across the room, swiveling the chair to the window and back again, I catch a glimpse of your hands between your legs.
It is time. I move quickly, six paces and I am behind you, dropping the blindfold over your eyes and then grab your arms pulling them behind your seat to slip the prepared loops over your wrists and holding you firm. I turn the chair to face me and finally am able to gaze unobstructed at your body. Reaching out I run my hand down your face, stroking your nose and then parting your lips, those beautiful lips, I can't resist and kiss them, your mouth opening and your tongue slipping along mine before you pull it away quickly and bite on my bottom lip. I pull back and see a drop of blood on your breast from my bleeding mouth as it runs towards your nipple. I kiss you again, not caring if you bite again knowing I will have moved before I can be caught twice and I suck your lip into my mouth, gently I begin to bite savouring the movement as you try to pull away but I don't draw blood and let the bite go so I may kiss your neck, behind your ears, round to your throat and then down your body to your breasts, my tongue flicking at your skin as I work my way from one breast to the other never touching either nipple but threatening to and then puling away teasing them and watching as they stretch out from your aureole, circling, nearer and nearer before finally I decide and flick your right nipple with my tongue and hearing your involuntary gasp as my tongue plays with your extended bud, exchanging my tongue for my mouth sucking it deeply inside before finally catching it in my teeth and stretching it pulling your breast almost conical then releasing it and quickly repeating the stretch on your left nipple. I look down and see that the black leather of the chair is damp between your legs.
I take a pace backwards then drop to my knees. I know that you wear flat shoes in the house but now I find your toes in three inch heeled sandals and I run my hands over the combination of leather and flesh, watching your toes twitch as I touch the sides of the soles of your feet, your legs parting slightly wider as you seek to avoid my searching fingers until I have enough room to kneel between your calves and it is to these I turn my attention. Lightly running my hands over your feet and up the outside of your legs, watching your movements as I return to your feet my fingers tracing a line down your calf muscles until at your ankles I move to your inner leg, running my nails up towards your knees, leaning forward to follow my hands with kisses until I reach your knees and as I do so your thighs part. I put my hands back to your feet and remove each sandal then place your legs over my shoulders, as I do so it is the first time you are aware of my exposed skin. I push my head in between your thighs licking and kissing them as they widen with each of my thrusts until I taste the damp from your leaking pussy on my tongue.
Hungry for you I send my fingers and tongue in search of your clit, exposing it to the flicking of my tongue, over its hardness, round and round, over and down, all the time that my tongue isn't there one of my fingers is, taking you beyond teasing into torturing, listening as your breathing deepens and rasps in your throat, its pitch getting higher as you fight to stop the feeling I am creating in your body. You begin to win and I move my mouth to your puss, opening your lips with my tongue and pushing it in to you, licking and biting at the folds of flesh I have exposed. Immediately your note changes as my mouth sucks at your wet hole, one hand almost inside you, my fingers reaching for your g-spot and feeling the reaction as you give yourself to the pleasure I produce by stroking inside and rubbing your clit, your arse lifts from the seat as your breathing shortens, your voice once moaning softly, grows louder with each second that passes. I remember something you said at the club as we spoke and I stand pulling your legs round, the change of position taking you by surprise. I run my hands back over your legs and holding your feet push them wide both of your holes opening as I spread your legs apart, pulling your body to me. I push my cock inside you, then pull back as though to remove it before ramming it back in not caring about whether it hurts either of us, your legs over my shoulders, your thighs crushed against your breasts your screams reverberating through my chest as my cock cracks against the top of your body, six thrusts of infinite pleasure and I am there fighting my own battle to hold on and I want to hold on, yes I want to hold, yes I must hold, yes I must, yes I m, m, m, mus, must hold, oh no I.... Want...... to.... Hold..... onnnnn... OHhhhhhhh...... n...n.....NOOOOOOooooooooooooo.
