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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Fuck I whispered. The pebble was only about an inch long but after lying on it for an hour, it felt like a boulder. Slowly I angled my body away from it, reaching down I moved it just enough for it not to be worrisome anymore.
I was lying in a garden, hidden by flowering shrubs and the darkness of clouds. My clothes all in black. I was waiting to see Her. Who Her was I didn't know. I didn't know her name or age. Her occupation or even the sound of her voice was a mystery. My brain had imagined them all of course and in my minds eye she was flirty fun and with with a soft but sexual voice that made men's heads turn. And as to why I was here in her garden, that moment could be traced back to one cold winters night.
It was freezing. The type of cold that seeps into you making you feel like you'll never be warm again. The type of cold where you move as little as possible so as not to somehow let a draught in. But I looked up, whether it was intuition or a flicker caught by my eye, I looked up. Across the road lay a small estate, no more than 20 houses, all with bright orange glows from the sitting room windows, smoke drifting straight up in the stillness of the night. But one house had a light on upstairs, and this room had no curtains pulled.
And there she was, Her, standing there. Just standing there looking in a mirror to the side of the window. So she was in profile to me and she was naked. She was without doubt the most sensual sexual woman I'd ever seen. Her body seemed carved from pure desire. The thoughts of perfection from a 1000 men combined into one body. Her breasts hung full but firm, as if supported by invisible hands. Her dark hair hung damp between her shoulder blades, and even from this distance I could imagine the droplets of water rolling down her tanned skin to that top cleft of her bum. Her bum which was only just visible, just the top 2 inches is all looked firm but full. Her stomach was flat and her hands traced imaginary lines over herself as she studied herself in the mirror.
All thoughts of the cold were banished. My eyes drinking her in, trying to remember every curve every pore of her being. And then she turned towards me, my breath caught in my throat, my cock now strained to free. I had unconsciously being rubbing it through my pants and even I, through all my layers could feel the damp patch of my precum.
She saw me, I looked away hurriedly, jesus what was I doing, this wasn't right. But I couldn't help it, I looked back up. She was still there, her hands out to her side grasping the edges of the curtains in preparation to shut them. And she smiled. A quick naughty smile that played across her face, lighting up her eyes with the promise of mischief. And then she was gone, poof, the curtains closed in the blink of an eye. I let out my breath that I didn't even know I'd been holding and I came. No warning no nothing, I just came in my pants. She didn't even touch me, she just looked at me. My heart was hammering my knees trembled as my orgasm ripped through me. Fuck, I whispered.
I knew then in that moment I'd have to see her again |
