Tuesday, April 12, 2005

I sit out here watching you. I can see you through the side of the blinds. You know I am watching you. You are so hot. I want you so badly. I start to get wet thinking about having you. No one is looking. They cannot see me. So absorbed in their games they are oblivious to me out here. I slowly start to put my hand down the front of my pants. God bless the elastic waistband, no buttons to undo, no zippers, just instant access to a dire need. I slowly run my fingers over my whole pussy. My God, how a few of your kisses can make me so wet. From the minute my lips touched yours tonight I have wanted you. Needed you. My fingers press harder as I play in the wetness of my own pussy. I see you. So hot. My body shivers slightly as I caress my clit. So hard it gets from my touch and the sight out you. I see you. You know I am watching. Harder I press as I spread my legs wider across the banister. Running tight little circles around my clit as I start to lightly moan. Oh God how wonderful it would be to have you. As the tension builds I release my clit and slide a finger deep inside me. Oooooh, I softly moan. I know they cannot hear me. More, I must have more. I stretch my legs further. Harder and faster I rub myself. My eyes stay fixed on you as the waves begin to build. Yes....yes...right there...Oh my God. The vision of you blurrs as my body starts to convulse. Wetness pours from me. I grip the banister tighter as the waves crash through me. My legs drop down. Barley able to hold myself up, I stumble back into the room. Grazing your arm as I pass you. The feel of your skin, unreal. I collapse in the chair in front of you. Heart raising, breath ragged as I recover. No one knows. Only you. You watch me from behind the chair. I can no longer see you, but I feel you eyes on me. You know I have just had you.

4 comments:

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Skip said...

please un post my e mail address , thanks, that was a mistake, thanks , Skip

Anonymous said...

Hi Brandy, Found your stories by searching on short phrases like "thrust his hips". You have a vivid and intoxicating imagination. Some guy will be very happily in love withyou some day. Wish it could be me but I am sure I am too old at 48. Keep writing, if you want writing opinions would be glad to review your stories. Have you read " Not even for love"? My name is Skip Don't disappoint me with junk mail, thanks. Bye, Skip

Brandy said...

Done Skip. Thanks for the encouragement.