He always felt so special when he watched her. She wasn't shy about her body. Her beautiful curves, full breasts and hips. So many women hid behind clothes....lies, tried to be something they weren't. Not her...
She was the most honest person he knew. When she put on these little shows for him he thought he was the luckiest man in the world. He never knew when it would happen, but when it did, when he was lucky enough to see, it was as if time stood still.
Sometimes it would start with a light brush of her hand across her nipples. So subtle that most would just consider it a casual gesture. But he knew....he was hard wired into her subtleties. Being around her, loving her the way he did created a heightened sense of awareness in him.
Tonight, the gesture was so quick, even he almost missed it. She was reading, curled up in her favourite blanket when suddenly she stretched her legs and ran her hands across her hips and closed her eyes. She always read before bed, so she was already dressed her night clothes...a simple T-shirt but so sexy. Often she slept nude and would use it as a cover up until she climbed into bed. Just one more thing he loved about her.
In these moments he learned to sit still, just watch...if she became distracted the moment would be over.
After the casual brush across her hips she became so still he thought she had fallen asleep. That would never do. He was already hard against his zipper and the one thing he could do during her shows was relieve himself. Although lately, he waited, he wanted her with all of him. He wanted her to feel what he did to her...no holding back. She would know how much he loved her.
