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.