"Hold still, almost have it. There. Is that too tight?"
"No" she said, stealing a glance at him. His back was to her, and she could not see what he was doing. Her bare chest was pressed against the large plate-glass window in front of her and the sun heated her body. She was afraid to look out. It was almost high noon, the busiest time of day. The street below was crowded, but no one had noticed her tied up on the fourth floor of this vacant building.
His steps were light, but she could hear him walking behind her, looking -- watching. The weight of his stare was heavy upon her. She did not know if she was more concerned about the people down below seeing her or his unyielding intent.
"What are you thinking?" He asked her.
"That I'm not sure if I am embarrassed to have everyone watching me up here naked, with my hands tied above my head, my body only inches away from this sheet of glass. I am totally exposed. Everyone can see everything.
Is this normal? She whispered."
"Normal is relative, Pet" he breathed into her ear.
She concluded that he was right. Her body knew what it wanted; the damp wetness between her legs was so very evident. Relaxing just a bit, she looked out the window and saw a young man staring at her. Her skin flushed immediately, and she closed her eyes. A few seconds later she opened them, and he was still there. He did not flinch when she stared back, instead he moved off to the side. He was out of her view, but she knew he was there watching.
Her lover saw the stranger too and knew this turned her on, although she would never admit it. He knew her better than anyone else, perhaps even more than she did.
"Relax your body, you're tense. Let me massage your shoulders. That will loosen you up." He inhaled deeply. "God, you smell delicious. I could eat you alive." His words were slow and seductive against her ear.
She was amazed that he still got so turned on by her. His appetite for her was insatiable. Slowly his fingers worked into her shoulders, loosening the muscles and she began to relax. She was putty in his hands. She always had been. His very touch melted her. His breath was warm and uneven against her flesh and she thought she could almost hear his heart pounding. His hands traveled down her back lightly, setting her skin on fire. Her nipples became hard, as his hands ran over her flesh kneading out the knots in the small of her back. Slowly his hands slid over her ass and then around to the front. Feeling the wetness there, he murmured an approval. His touch on her stomach was almost tickling. Cupping his hands under her breasts, he moved in closer. His body pressed against her, forcing her to lean against the glass. Her nipples were rock hard against the warm surface.
Spreading apart her thighs, he put his leg in between hers and pulled her back into him. Her full weight was against him now, and he was looking over her shoulder. His hips were pushing into her, teasing and tempting.
"Your friend is back, he whispered." Opening her eyes she could see him and she knew that he was throbbing. He appears to be having a dilemma, not sure if he is bold enough to watch, but unable to pull himself away.
"Does that turn you on, Pet? He whispered. Do you like to be watched? Do you like to be exposed, to be on display?"
She could barely talk, "yes" she mumbled.
"Open your eyes, Pet. Look at him watching you. He cannot help but watch. You look radiant."
She blushed, finally realizing what he was saying, and knowing it was true. His hips were grinding into her, still teasing. He knew what she wanted, and she knew he would make her beg for it. His tongue was so wet on the back of her neck, giving her goosebumps, and she felt him smile. He knew her weak spots and he continued to nibble on her ears her shoulders, turning her on completely. The wetness between her legs was more than damp, it was oozing. He bit her on the back of her neck, sending electricity through her body. Moaning, her body shook from his sweet torture. She tried to hold out as long as she could, but the sensation was almost too much to bear. Sucking on her neck, his hands were upon her clit teasing her relentlessly. He slid a finger inside. She groaned her approval and the fact that she wanted more. She had to have more, needed it...craved it. Of course, he already knew this. It was a game they always played. His hips were moving into her. Silently she begged, pleading for more, but the words would not release from her throat.
