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For a moment, I forget I’m standing in the middle of the sidewalk, transfixed.
Her hands go to the button of her jeans, and my cock twitches as I realize she’s about to start undressing. It shouldn’t be as erotic as it is, watching her undo it, watching her push the loose denim down her hips. I’ve seen her in nothing but scraps of gold fabric, yet watching her undress like this, entirely unaware that I’m standing outside, is rapidly hardening my cock to the point of pain.
I’ve never been a voyeur. It’s never been my kink; if I were asked, I’d still say it isn’t. But this–her–
It has nothing to do with the job or with my goals. This gives me nothing, tells me nothing. It can be for nothing except my own personal pleasure, and yet, I can’t tear myself away.
My cock throbs, aching, and I dart backward, climbing over the low iron fence surrounding the bushes at the edge of the sidewalk. I crouch down, mostly hidden, and watch as she reaches for the tank top.
I wonder if she’s going to take it off, or if she’s just stripping down to sleep. My pulse beats hard in my throat, what blood that’s left in my head that hasn’t rushed down to my cock pounding in my ears as she tugs the fabric upwards, revealing the pale, flat expanse of her belly. Higher, and I see the slight curve beneath her breasts, then tight, hard, rosy nipples as her arms rise upwards. Her body goes taut, her hipbones sharp above the edge of her panties, and my mouth goes dry with the hot wave of lust that tears through me.
I’ve never been this hard in my entire life. When she hooks her thumbs into the edge of her panties, pushing them down, I feel as if I’m going to burst. The throbbing, aching desire is too much to bear, and as she turns, her perfect ass framed in the window, I swallow hard with no saliva left in my mouth.
She disappears into the room just beyond, and I’m left with a choice to make.
I can leave now, go back home and take care of my now-painful arousal, and get some sleep before I decide what to do next.
Or–I can wait for her to come out again.
From the location of the room and the wisps of steam I can see faintly from beneath the door, I’m sure it’s her bathroom. My cock strains at the front of my jeans at the thought of her undera hot spray of water, soap sliding down gleaming wet flesh, her hands spreading soap over her breasts. I know Ishouldleave, that watching a naked woman outside of her window isn’t part of the plan, but I can’t tear myself away.
I want to see her again–naked and vulnerable, bared only to me.
I’ve never been a man who concerned himself very much with what’s right and wrong. I can’t find the will to start now.
It feels like an eternity before she comes out again. The door opens, and I feel myself tense. Every muscle in my body feels rigid, not just my throbbing cock, as I see her walk back into her bedroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her slim body, tucked neatly into the space between her breasts. Her black hair falls down her back in a wet curtain, clinging to her skin, and my palms itch with the desire to wrap it around my hand, pulling her head back for my teeth to bite at her long, swanlike throat.
Her hand goes to the towel, and I feel my chest tighten. I want to see her again, all that pale flesh, and it feels as if my vision narrows down to just her, the world around me going silent. There’s only the sharp line of her collarbone, the slight swells of her breasts above the nubby fabric, her long fingers tugging it loose and letting it fall away so I can see every inch.
Her skin is still damp, glistening in the low light. I feel my breath hitch in my throat as she climbs onto the bed, and I half expect her to reach over to the lamp and switch it off, ending this. But instead, as I watch, her hand presses against her chest, sliding downwards.
Is she–
It’s hard to believe what I’m seeing. I watch, my lust beating in my veins like a second heartbeat, as her fingers cup beneathher breast, sliding over and up the soft flesh to pluck at her hardening nipple. I see the slight arch of her hips, the way her thighs part, and I know what I’d feel if I were next to her now–the quick indrawn breath, the twitching shudder of her skin as she’s slowly aroused. Even out here, with brick and glass between us, I can feel the steady, slow burn of her desire as it heightens.
Her other hand comes up, both of them squeezing her breasts, pushing them slightly together as she rolls her nipples between forefingers and thumbs, tweaking and pulling. Her hips shift from side to side, her head tilting back, and I can see her full lips part.
I can almost hear her breathing quicken in my imagination.
When one of her hands begins the slow slide down her belly, down towards the soft folds that I know must be drenched by now, I can’t stand it any longer. My hand falls to my fly, thumbing open the button with a sharp, jerky motion, yanking down my zipper. My cock spills free into my hand, hard and aching with a need beyond my ability to stop myself, and I close my fist around it, eager to watch her.
Her back arches as her hand finds its way between her thighs, and I know her fingers are on her clit. I can imagine how slick she must feel, how hot, and my fingers circle my own swollen cockhead, gathering my leaking pre-cum onto my fingertips. I slide it down my shaft, squeezing, stroking, trying to match the quick movements of her hand.
She looks beautiful, exquisite, beyond anything I could have imagined. Her legs fall open, knees spread wide as her hips arch up, and my mouth aches for a taste of her. I want her tied to a bed, spread-eagled and unable to move, my lips and tonguetorturing her pussy until she’d give me anything in order to let her come. I want my bed drenched with her, the scent of her on my fingers, and my hand moves faster, my throbbing cock eager for release.
Not yet.I want to come with her. I can see her hand moving more quickly, too, rubbing more frantically now, and I slow my own strokes, feeling my balls tighten dangerously. I can hear nothing, but I can imagine her moans as I see her mouth open, knowing she must be close.
I know I’ve crossed a line that I never imagined I would. I’ve never done anything like this before–but something about her arouses me beyond the point of sanity, makes me feel as if I’m losing my mind with desire. Something in the back of my mind goes off like a warning bell, reminding me that no woman has ever done this to me, that I’m hovering on the edge of something dangerous–but at this moment, I’m too far gone to care.
I see her other hand drop down between her legs, and my cock throbs in my hand, fresh pre-cum trickling down my shaft, very close to being my release instead. I know she must be sliding two fingers into herself, feeling the sweet hot clench of her pussy around them as she pulls them deeper, hungry for cock, hungry to be filled. My hips jerk forward, fucking my fist as I imagine sinking into those hot depths, fucking her so hard and fast that I’d hear nothing but her screams of mingled pleasure and pain, my cock filling her beyond anything she’s ever felt.
Fuck, fuck–I squeeze my cock hard, feeling the first swelling of my climax, desperate to hold it back until I can come at the same time as her.I’d have made you come already, malen’kaya balerina. She twists on the bed, her hips snapping upwards, and I know she’s on the edge.
I can’t hear her cry of pleasure, but I know when she comes. I see the hard arch of her back, the way her thighs suddenly snap closed, clenching around her hands as she keeps fingering herself, riding the waves of pleasure. My hand becomes a blur on my cock, my left hand gripping the edge of the fence to stay upright as my hips jerk wildly, my cock erupting with a hot wave of dizzying pleasure as I spill my cum into the dirt and shrubbery beneath me, watching the woman I’ve become obsessed with orgasm inside her bedroom just beyond.
I’m still coming when I see her roll onto her stomach, ass arched upwards as she drives her fingers into herself harder. My cock throbs with new lust even as my cum is still spilling out. I keep stroking, my slick shaft still hard as I watch in stunned arousal.
I want to fuck her so badly it hurts. I’ve never felt anything like the blind lust that overtakes me, never stayed hard after an orgasm. Still, I keep stroking, my hips jerking in time with hers as I watch her fuck herself back onto her own hand, her face buried in her pillow.
