Page 2 of Body Check

I shatter into a thousand, million pieces, splintering apart and coming back together anew.

My pussy clenches around the silicone, wringing every last scrap of pleasure from the toy, and as I turn off the vibration and pull it from inside me, his heavy gaze burns into mine.

I don’t know him. But I know what he likes.

Watching me.

His arm moves faster now, the balcony hiding his lower body from me.

But he’s breathing harder, and his arm shifts with every stroke.

And something splashes onto his bare chest before he sags onto the balcony door.

What will he do next?

The stranger pushes off the patio door, grabbing a nearby something—a rag, or maybe a t-shirt, or a towel—and wiping the cum from his chest. His gaze is locks on me, his expression inscrutable.

Lifting a hand, I give him an awkward wave.

His entire body goes still. I bet he even stops breathing. Does he think I can’t see him?

Finally, he shakes his head, scrubbing a hand over his face before turning away. Then, with a long, last look over his shoulder, he turns out the lights.

I lay naked and sweating in bed, thoroughly spent. Curling onto my side, I pull the blankets over my shoulders and try to sleep.

I don’t close the curtains.

But the next night, his apartment is dark.