Karen peered inside the open door, projecting a loud "Hello?"
No answer. A shadowy figure tucked into the shadows at the top of the stairs. Karen strode inside, the large window in need of restoration gleaming atop the stairs. She sucked in a sharp breath, ascending those stairs to the window. To Nathan.
Pulling her backpack straps from her shoulders to begin work on the glass, she welcomed the eyes in the shadows pouring over her. The hot rain clung her sweater to her bra-less breasts and taut stomach skin. Karen shivered at the memory of the rain entwining with the heat surging through her now.
Removing her cleaning tools from her bag, she knelt in front of the window.
Glass windows had been her first art. Nathan fit well with her new art.
The white indentations marred the glass window, indicating the seaside air altered the molecules of the window.
Karen breathed a look through the glass to the nearby waters. The lapping waves were dissonant: seen, but unheard. She inhaled the lingering, rich, salty air. Her wet breasts strained in her long exhale, pouring eyes all over her again.
The white indentation disappeared; the window, repaired.
Did Nathan know he'd done it? That she could feel him? See him?
Karen licked her lips, wanting to look back into the eyes devouring her. Wanting to put hands on the body she'd never seen but knew she wanted above her. She wanted to trade the sea air salt for the sweaty body salt of him pumping into her.
Stuffing her tools into her backpack, Karen turned on her heel. Spurred by her clit's enticing pulses permeating lost in her body, she forged beyond small talk. Her arousal coated her like a heavy velvet blanket urging her to fuck, to come, to have him, to let him have her.
"I know who you are. I'm here for you, Nathan."
"Yes?" In a voice rich as a fresh-brewed dark roast, he simmered out the word. It curled around her, frothing with her undeniable heat and attraction to this man without answers to his own mystery.
He looked to be made of a pale glass, maybe even like marble. His hair, wild as the waves of the nearby ocean. His eyes, an earthen brown drilling into the core of her even from the shadows. Her sticky thighs glistened wetter at aches to come with him inside her.
She peeled off her soaked sweater, freeing her chill-bumped breasts into the shadows. Into the shadows, she dared those deep eyes to react. She couldn't quite make out his form with the sunlight only lighting her, but she believed she saw an outline of an eager cock jutting forward in his slacks. Believed his breath caught in his throat, as hers did.
"I want you." He inched away.
The ancient chaise at the landing, musky and soapy smelling, filled her with longing to, pressed into this place where Nathan had lain thousands of times before. To mix her own heady mix of sweat and rainwater into the hot, thick air.
Peeling off her shorts, then untying her tennis shoes, she bent over in her panties, turning so that the full moons of her round ass were in his view and stroked with sunlight.
Turning back around and pulling off her socks, she walked to the chaise, a few feet away from the now still Nathan. Her eyes adjusting to the change in the light now, she could see him, the need that threaded his pulse, glued his eyes to her free breasts that bounced so slightly with each of her movements. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and tossed them at him.
He strode through the short distance between them with the grace and sleekness of a predatory cat, catching, and then tossing the panties over the chaise.
Karen locked eyes with Nathan, at least a head taller. She again flourished in the blush of rushing heat from his gaze, feeling it everywhere on her body even though he looked only into her eyes. She wanted his touch everywhere on her body.
