(Author's Note: Story inspired by "Honoring Your Lingam" by Floweringlotus. Posted with her approval.)
I was walking past the row of townhouse condos, mentally replaying last night’s conversation with my secret phone lover, Lotus. She’d called, blocking caller ID as always, excited about acting out a new fantasy. We’d skipped the usual small talk and jumped into her vivid account of making love. She’d used the word lingam instead or penis or cock for her fantasy, easily arousing the two of us and kept us on the edge for thirty minutes before we both masterbated ourselves to release.
Lotus’ calls were more becoming more frequent, verifying her being the sexually insatiable woman she’d claimed to be. Having gained complete understanding of the other’s sexual being earlier, we enjoyed acting out our fantasies for our mutual self pleasure.
Albeit two people gratifying their physical desires on the phone, we were both delighted to have found each other. Only once, in a recent past call, did we briefly touch on the obvious. We knew that someday, our relationship would reach the point where we’d both want to meet face-to-face. Afraid of ruining all we now shared, we’d agreed to enjoy each other at a distance until the time was right. After last night, I hoped that time was soon.
My thoughts shifted when I neared the small lone flower bed in the narrow stretch of grass buffering the row of townhouses. I’d noticed when it first appeared weeks ago after Lotus told me she enjoyed looking at gardenias and azaleas she’d grown beneath her window. One of her fantasies was being naked in the window as I drive by and spot her.
Because I didn’t know where Lotus lived and wasn’t able to name all the different types of flowers I saw, I’d dismissed the idea that the flowers could actually be hers as foolish. It suddenly returned when I spied a naked woman, standing at the window, exposed to mid-thighs. I froze in my tracks. Though I stood in her line of vision, she neither tried to cover herself nor snap the blinds closed.
Her closed eyes explained why she remained, presenting her enthralling nude form for me to admire. I think her beautiful. The window frames her alluring figure as if a she were a living work of art – a priceless treasure depicting female grace and beauty.
Strangely, she matches the physical description Lotus had given me of herself. She is Lotus’ age, has her long brown hair and large breasts. I watch her right hand creep slowly down the center her smooth body and halt over her shaved (again like Lotus’) pussy. Her left hand is brushes and strokes her full, firm breasts.
My fear of discovery forgotten, I move closer to get a better view. I side-step the flowers and stop three feet away from the window. My eyes try to watch her face, both her hands and her enthralling body – all at the same time.
Her right thumb and forefinger pinch both her already swollen nipples, making them rosy pink. The folds of her pussy swell and darken from her strokes.. She inserts two fingers into her pussy’s entryway. Her fingers ply and probe for a few seconds before she pulls them out and raises them to her nose.
Again, her hand descends. Her fingers pry apart her twin puffy folds. I move closer. With my nose nearly touching the glass, I spot her swollen clit centered in the shiny pink inner flesh. Her finger tip cuts off my view to cover and swirl over and around her sensitive nub. She slips two fingers of her other hand into her vagina and starts a pumping, prodding motion.
Her body sways from side to side, responding to self-stimulation. Totally captivated, my eyes lock onto her sensual shimmering body as if she were performing for me and me alone. Uncounted seconds pass before waves of tension ripple through her shapely body.
The fingers of both hands still, the upper one pressing in and the lower two fully inserted. Several sudden jolts jolt her entire body. She wobbles, but regains her balance as the quaking force weakens to shudders.
