Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Fuck, that feels so good – I can’t remember the last time I touched myself without having to worry about someone walking in on me. And yet, here I am, doing it right out in the open, where I am almost hoping that someone will look around and see me grinding against my own hand in the middle of the warm summer day.
I slip my hand beneath my panties, close my eyes, tip my head back, and let the pleasure rush through me. My pussy is so wet and so swollen that the merest touch is enough to get me moaning; I can’t help it, don’t want to hold back, just want to give myself over to this, the way that it feels, everything about it.
I lift my hips and push them hungrily against my fingers, using my hand as a toy to fuck myself, slipping my fingers further down and grazing the very edge of my slit before I push them inside.
"Fuck," I gasp. How long has it been since I was last fucked? I don’t even remember, but I don’t care. I just want to let myself loose right now. I slide my fingers in and out, in and out, fucking myself with my hand, taking my time as I bring myself nearer and nearer to the edge that I am craving so much...
And it’s with that feeling, that sureness of eyes on me, that I finally fall helplessly over the edge. I cry out, loud enough that I am sure everyone in the entire neighborhood can hear me, but I don’t care.
There is only one person I really want to hear me – and if he is as close as I feel like he is, then I know that he hasn’t been able to miss it.
4
GAGE
I hear the sound of it before anything else. And I know at once that what I am hearing is everything that I have been fantasizing about since the moment that I laid eyes on Olivia.
I lift my head from the seat and look into the garden next door. I have been doing everything that I can to keep myself from staring at the woman who I know is over there, even though I have cancelled the plans for the rest of my weekend just in case she should feel so inclined as to take me up on the offer for some company.
But when I see what she is doing – when I see her, on that porch, her hand shoved down her panties, her tits bouncing as she fingers herself raw, her body mostly unclothed, barely obscured by the small easel in front of her, my jaw drops. Okay, so I knew that she was hot before, but the sight of her like that? It’s enough to make me want to vault the fence and take her on the spot.
Does she know that I can see her right now? I don’t take my eyes off her. Maybe she thinks the porch is totally private. Surely, she must be aware that anyone can look over there, right? I want to call out to her, but I don’t want this to be over yet. Her body is small, lean, her thighs clamping around her hand as she touches herself. I can see her swollen pink nipples from here, and I want nothing more than to just go over there and pull one into my mouth, see how she would react. Suck it until she is begging me for my cock, tease her areola until she’s climbing into my lap with a wet and juicy pussy.
I draw my gaze away from her. She doesn’t even know that I am watching her right now. What the hell do I think I’m doing? I can’t just sit here and stare like some sort of creep. But I want to stalk her. Now.
She’s in a private space, not doing this for anyone but herself. But then, why would she come outside to play with herself?
I know that there is something off here, something that I can’t quite wrap my head around, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out what it is. Maybe because I am so intently focused on the way she looks as that orgasm moves through her, her entire body trembling as she comes around her own hand. She looks well-practiced at that, and I wonder how she would look on top of my dick instead, that same look of helpless relief on her face as she rides me like I am the only thing on Earth that matters.
I rise to my feet. I feel as though my eyes are screaming at me, telling me to look over and take her in one more time, but I am not going to creep on her like that. As tempting as it is.