He knows that she loves to be watched. One day he will fulfill the fantasy of having people watch while he ravishes her body, maybe live in front of people, and they can pleasure themselves in front of us, or online and gather a following. Call it Beauty and the Beast. But that's not in the cards just yet. What is in the cards is him being a sneaky fuck and spying on her.
There was a night past that she was at home by herself and he was able to make it over. So he knew where she lived (that's a whole other story). He had been back in contact with her, and writing erotic fiction for her. They're based out of fact, or real fantasy, and embellished. It turned them both on, she didn't want him to stop, he didn't want to stop.
But he just had to see. She told him that she was by herself this night, and he quietly traded shifts to be off. He wrote a story of a torrid love affair based out of what he wanted to do to her. He sent it off, and she instantly felt the rush in her nipples and a wetness in her panties. She asked where he was, she wanted him, and when he responded that he was at work, she felt a little deflated, but none the less turned on. She would be flying solo tonight. Or so she thought.
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He parked his car and walked up to the house like normal, no need to alarm the neighbors. But instead of going to the front door, he snuck around the house to her bedroom window. The light was on, but she wasn't there. He made it in time, now he would wait.
She stepped out of the bathroom freshly showered, the towel twisted around her hair, and nothing else. She stepped to her night stand and grabbed her lotion. He soaked in every second, every curve of her body as she spread the lotion all over her body and rubbed it in. So sensual, so erotic.
His hard on starting to hurt as it continues to grow in his pants, but he dare not touch it.
He watches as she finishes her self care, and walks back in the bathroom, watching her perfect long legs glow in the light, the sway of her hips and ass as she walks away.
She comes back out a few minutes later with her phone, she's reading and typing. He has a message. He now knows what she's reading.
"Wish you were here. I want your hands all over my body, I want to feel you in me, taste you, breathe you" the message reads. He ducks to the side and messages her real quick. "I want you so much, I want to taste you, feel your skin on me, feel you around me" he responds. He waits a second, and peeks back in the window.
She has settled herself in on the bed. He has a perfect side view of her, but when he moves to the other side of the window he can see the mirror on the wall that gives him perfect side and front view.
Her hand begins to caress herself as she reads his story again. Just the fingertips trailing her body. As she gets more involved in the story, her hand slides to her nipple, circling it's hardness, light pinches and pulling. She grazes her hand across her cleavage and gives the other nipple attention.
His cock hurts now. Bulging in it's restraints of fabric. He undoes his zipper and pulls the cloth aside and pulls his cock in the open air. The chill of the unseasonably cool summer night air doing nothing to ease his hardness.
He can see her biting her lower lip as her hand slowly trails down her stomach to her pussy. He watches her spread her legs in the mirror and can see how wet she already is.