When I arrive, I enter the house quietly in order to surprise you. The house is surprisingly still. Not a sound. Your car is in the driveway, so I am pretty sure you are home. Unless you have gone out with a friend. Oh, well. I walk down the hall toward the bedroom.
As I near the bedroom I am stopped short. The door is open four or five inches. From where I am standing I can see you lying on the bed reading a book. You are wearing a white tank top undershirt and sexy white panties. The sun coming through the partially open blinds reflects off your beautiful dark hair. Your smooth silky legs shine in the sun. Your are truly a vision of loveliness. I never miss the opportunity to watch you from afar. To just sit and watch you when you are unaware. The way you move. The way you smile as you interact with those around you.
As I watch in awe, I notice something intriguing. Your nipples are fully erect, pressing against the thin fabric of your little tank. I don’t know what you are reading, but it must be something good. Your hand turns the page and then, as if it had a mind of it’s own, it goes to your breast. You begin to rub your erect nipple through your shirt. Rolling it between your thumb and forefinger. Your eyes close, for just a second as you emit a loud sigh. As you continue reading you cross your legs and press your thighs tightly together. Another heavy sigh.
You now abandon the book, putting it down on the edge of the bed. You raise your shirt and begin to caress your full, ripe breasts, paying special attention to your dark, round nipples. Your eyes close and I hear a moan come form deep within you “Mmm.” One hand glides down your body and comes to rest between your beautiful thighs.
I know I should do something. Every fiber of my being wants to rush into the room and take you in my arms. To help you finish what you have started. But, I can’t. I don’t want to interfere. This is your time. But, I can’t stop watching either. It is like a film maker from the Discovery channel. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to watch a wild creature in her natural habitat.
As I watch in awe, you slip your hand inside your sexy, little panties. You continue the circular motion as you gently rub your clit. You put your head back and bite your lower lip. Another moan. “Umm.” You raise your hips to push your panties down your thighs, past your knees. I can see the perfectly trimmed patch of dark hair. Your fingers move down from your clit. You begin to gently caress your outer lips.. Your breathing becomes heavier. You slowly slip your fingers inside. I hear you gasp as they enter. You begin to move your fingers in and out, slowly at first. Then faster. Your legs spread wider, your bottom begins to move back and forth in perfect rhythm with your fingers. You withdraw your fingers, glistening with your sweet nectar, and begin to rub your clit again. More vigorously now. I can tell you are getting close. Your breathing becomes heavier. Your hips rise off the bed. Your body begins to shudder as your orgasm takes you in waves.
As your orgasm subsides, you lay completely spent. Suddenly, you look at the clock on the night stand. “Oh, no, I have to get ready!” You pull your panties up and head for the bathroom.
For the first time I notice the book on the floor. Your movements have knocked it off the bed. It is my book! A book of erotic tales. The publisher must have sent it for final approval before printing. I guess it has your seal of approval. It should. You inspired the stories. This, however is one story that will never be published. This one will exist only in my mind, no doubt to be replayed over and over.
I hear you in the bathroom. I quietly rush back to the front door. I open it and close it loudly. “Honey, I’m home!”
