Midnight. A warm and humid summer night – much too warm for blankets, or even sheets. The moon is no more than a sliver and the room is lit only by the weak glow of the streetlamps filtering through the sheer curtains drawn across the windows on either side of the bed where you sleep peacefully, unaware as yet of my presence.
I stand quietly at the foot of the bed watching you sleep. You are beautiful in sleep – so innocent and untroubled. You're lying on your back wearing only white panties. The tee shirt in which you started the night lies on the floor, having been shed so the light sheen of perspiration will help cool your nubile young body on this warm, sticky night.
Your smallish breasts rise and fall gently with your breathing, and my eyes stray from one perfectly formed little nipple atop its slightly swollen areola to the other while desire rises within me, mirroring the rising, swelling shaft within my pants. My hand begins to stray toward my crotch to adjust the rapidly growing bulge, but I force myself to suffer the discomfort of the awkward angle because I want nothing to wake you as I drink in the sight of your body and become more and more intoxicated by the perfection before me.
Your nearly black hair causes your head to be almost lost in the shadows of the room, but the curve of your neck and cheek, and the glisten of light off your pouty lower lip outlines the beauty I know is there – the beauty I have watched blossom day after day for the past ten years.
You were only nine years old when your family moved in next door to my family. Though I was sixteen at the time, even then I was taken by your clever face and quirky personality.
When you were older and began to fill out, I was always too shy and uncertain of myself to be open about my feelings and attraction to you, so I just watched from afar as your hips pushed gently outward, changing you from the adorable, impish little stick figure girl into the young woman whose erotically sensual body and irresistibly tomboyish personality have driven me to defy wisdom and sneak into your room tonight.
Only now do I understand the urges that drive seemingly sane men to reckless behavior – the politicians and business leaders who have beautiful wives and families, yet risk everything to be with her, with "the other woman". They are the flame towards which the moth flies, even knowing it risks damage or possible death, in order to dance, however briefly, with that flame. I look down now at you, my own sensual flame, the potential seed of my destruction, and I know you are something beyond my ability to resist.
You stir slightly and my heart leaps in my chest. I lick my lips with both desire and tension as your left arm lifts off the bed and settles down onto your shiny white panties just above the soft swell of your mons. My cock twitches in my pants. "NOW!" it seems to be screaming at me, but I ignore it, totally mesmerized by what I'm seeing and feeling.
You stir again and your thighs open even further as your left leg bends at the knee to drape over the side of the bed. The sight of the soft swell of your pussy inside your panties breaks my will and my hands reach up to scratch lightly at my nipples through my dark tee shirt. The tingling in my nipples crashes into my groin, causing my cock to throb with its need.
Once again, you shift slightly, mumbling as if in a dream, and your right hand raises off the sheet and comes to rest on your right breast with your nipple nestled between your thumb and first finger. I groan imperceptibly. Play with it for me, I pray, knowing prayers of that sort are never answered, but wishing against all logic that it could happen. As if in response to my prayer, your forefinger twitches against your nipple once, then twice, then again and again until it's obvious you're stimulating it purposely, even though asleep.
As quietly as I can, I unbutton my Levis and pull down the zipper, then freeze at a slight movement of your eyelids. (Is she awake? Does she see me standing here?) Time stands still as I watch you. You are no longer restless, once again an unmoving portrait of desireability with your right hand cupping your breast, your left hand resting enticingly atop your mons.
After what seems like hours of tense waiting, I open my pants enough to pull out my cock which became less rigid as I stood waiting, and I wrap my large, rough hand around the shaft to squeeze it reassuringly. It responds strongly to the pressure and I feel it stretch and grow inside my closed hand as it once again comes to a full, throbbing erection.
I give it a long stroke up and down, reveling in the erotic sensation of the soft skin sliding easily over the hardness of the rock hard shaft within. I loosen my grip and run my fingers gently over and around the head which is bobbing and tingling from the stimulation and the beating of my heart.
You should be the one doing this, I think as I touch and stroke myself. It should be your soft hands teasing and rubbing me. My eyes close briefly and I lift my head with the pleasure centering itself more and more intensely into my groin.
I suddenly realize I'm masturbating myself strongly now. Slow down, I warn myself as I open my eyes and look quickly to your face to make sure I haven't awakened you. Your eyes are closed and I breathe a quiet sigh of relief before I realize the fingers of your right hand are moving on your nipple while the fingers of your left hand are moving in small circles over your panties at the spot your clit would be. I watch in unbelieving fascination for several seconds before glancing once again at your face.
Your eyes are open and fixed on mine. I swallow heavily as you smile and shift your body slightly on the bed, then move your hands up beside your head on the pillow in unspoken invitation.
Neither of us says a word as I take the few steps that will put me at the side of the bed. Your eyes move from my eyes to where my right hand still holds tightly to my cock, then to your breasts and back to my hands and eyes. Your lips move, but no sound comes out. "Please?" you mouth.
My hand moves as if of its own accord as I lean down and gently touch your cheek, the cheek I have longed to touch just this way almost since the day I first saw you as a child. Your face leans into the touch and your eyes close at the moment my rough skin touches your smooth, soft cheek. You turn and touch your lips softly to the back of my hand, then close your eyes and sigh as my fingers trail down your neck and center of your chest to stop short of the swell of your mons where I open my hand wide and cover your stomach almost entirely with my spread fingers. Your warmth burns into my hand as I rub it over your incredibly flat tummy, then up to slide back and forth over your breasts and hard little nipples.
Your back arches as I let go of my cock and reach for your breasts with both hands. At first I cup them gently, then fondle them, luxuriating in their softness and suppleness as they move within my hands. At last I cup them, squeezing them to indescribably erotic points and taking first one then the other into my mouth to circle it and tease it with my tongue while I lightly pinch and roll the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
You reach out to tentatively explore my erect cock as I suckle on your nipples, and I flinch slightly at the soft touch of your fingers on its skin. Your warm, soft hand wraps gently around it, then alternately squeezes and releases it, feeling it compress slightly and expand again each time. You cup my balls experimentally in your hand as if weighing them, then your fingers move up to explore and fondle the slightly swollen head of my cock which is almost spasmodic with the excitement of your touch.
Your exploration encourages me to find out more about your body and I straighten up enough to watch my hands as they move to trace the feminine outline of your body as it flows from your chest to your narrow waist to the swell of your hips, then over the hips to trace down the taper of your legs to your feet.
My eyes drink in the incredible beauty of the gift from God that is your body before my hands move slowly up the front of your legs, stopping to squeeze and feel the soft smoothness of your inner thighs, then on up to graze the inside of the top of your thighs at the point they meet the soft swell of your pussy hiding inside panties that have become moist with your excitement.
I stop and run the back of my fingers lightly over your mons and down over your softness. My heartbeat is thundering in my ears as I slide my fingers under the elastic waistband and tug at your panties, urging them down until I can see the unbelievably erotic ridge of skin in which your clit lies hidden. I groan with my desire and slide my fingers inside the fabric to rub them lightly over your pussy. I lightly pinch your outer labia togther, trapping your inner lips and clit within, then release it and explore the exquisitely soft folds and valleys of your pussy, working my way relentlessly to the point where I focus on the nerve bud awaiting my touch in its little shroud.
I'm at the point that I absolutely have to see all of you now. I remove my hand and peel your panties down over your toes. We're both breathing heavily as I drop them onto your tee shirt beside the bed, then urge you to turn onto your tummy so I can see and explore the back and butt that I've watched from afar at the swimming pool and beach. You lay your head on your hands so you'll have a good view of my body as I explore yours.
I lean over once again and run my fingers gently from your feet, up the backs of your legs, over the gentle swell of your trim ass, and up the center of your back to massage lightly at the back of your neck.
