We stand together in front of the closed blinds of our darkened living room with the lights from the dining room at our back. As I enfold you in my arms, we can see our shadows echoing our every move on the screen that is the blinds. The windows are floor to ceiling and the blinds, although roll-type, are quire sheer.
I reach around you, turning us in profile to the window, as I playfully tug at your nipples as they poke erotically through the thin t-shirt you are wearing. As is the norm, you are wearing no bra so as your nipples grow harder and longer, they almost pierce the thin cotton covering. You sigh as you lean back into me and thrust your chest outwards into my hands.
I lift your hands until they are raised on high and I take the hem of your tee and slowly lift it over your head allowing the tautness of your tits to bob slightly as they spring free. The coolness of the air conditioning in the house results in even more hardening of your delightful nips and your aureoles dimple in the cool air. Once again, I tweak and tug on those rosy nubs until you moan with arousal. My hands move to cup your heavy breasts in my hands while my thumbs brush lightly over their excited tips.
I slide my hands over your slightly rounded belly – God, how I love that firm silky skin – until they reach the waistband of your sweatpants. I slip my hand inside the elastic and slowly reach lower until I am cupping your shaved mons. I can feel the heat and dampness as your hips grind against my hand. With both hands, I stroke the upper parts of your inner thighs just missing touching the warmth of your pussy.
Stretching out one finger, I run it ever so lightly along the length of your slit from bottom to top and feel you parting your legs as you desire the entry of any one of my digits even though we both know that the one you (and I) truly want is my cock sliding in and out of that warm, velvet pussy! It will have to wait, my love.
Suddenly, you feel the return of my finger along your outer labia and you drop your hips so that you capture my all too willing finger inside you. Since I am already there, I decide to give you some pleasure before I finish undressing you. As I glance over at the window, I can see our shadows merging and yours bobbing up and down on my hand as you whimper in delight.
I know for a certainty that several of our neighbours go out for walks in the evenings at this time and we are putting on a show to excite them! I sense you looking up at me with a satisfied smile and with a nod; you confirm that you are enjoying putting on the show. Ah, my little exhibitionist!