Watching Her Play

I’ve been a writer of smut for a while now, its almost therapeutic for me to get my saucy ideas down on paper and I take inspiration from everywhere so when a friend of mine gave me an idea my imagination built on it and it grew and grew. Once I had finished it I showed it to my friend. Nicky is a new friend, I’ve only known her a few months, and I was as surprised as she was to discover the source for a new story coming from her. She’s fairly conservative you see. So I wrote a story, I thought it was pretty hot in a romantic kind of way and once I had finished it I sent her a copy, never expecting her to read it.

The day after I had sent it to her I had need to swing by her house to pick something up for an unrelated matter, I’d told her I would be around some time in the afternoon and if she went out she could leave it on the front step. As I approached the front door I saw the package on the steps, assuming she had gone out I knelt down to pick it up. With my hands around the package I readied myself to lift it and as I did I looked up, my gaze peering through the open blinds of the front window. And as I gazed it took me a moment to realise that I could see Nicky on the couch in her living room, she had her phone in one hand, obviously viewing something on the screen but it was the location of her other hand that took my breath away. It was the unmistakable positioning of her arm that informed me that her other hand was firmly and vigorously moving between her legs.

I stopped, frozen to the spot by the intrusion into her self pleasure. I felt embarrassed at catching someone in so intimate a moment, I also felt shame at my overwhelming desire to continue watching. Her hand was hidden beneath her skirt, her legs parted slightly as her arm slipped beneath the waistband, the pale green material giving some modesty to her lewd act. My eyes travelled over her body, the taboo of spying upon her drowning out the voice in my head telling me it was wrong to watch her, thoughts of leaving overpowered by thoughts of warm flesh, firm breasts, wet lips and other such erotic compulsions. 

She continued to play, her eyes glued to her phone as she stood for a moment, one hand pulling her skirt down to join her panties, already around her ankles. Sitting back down again she resumed her playing, her legs spreading wider, and this time I could see it all. Her thighs opening and closing as her fingers slid over glistening lips, red and engorged, the occasional dip of two of her fingers between her lips, pushing inside herself, her body lifting off of the couch as she reached deep inside herself before slumping down as she withdrew and circled her clit, so hardened with excitement that I could see through the window. As she repeated this motion her movements grew faster, her face grew flushed as she plunged her fingers into her wanton pussy, my breathing increased in speed along with hers as I watched, helplessly caught in this moment. I shifted my weight as I continued to watch, my engorged cock throbbing in my pants as I watched her. I ached to pull it out but I couldn’t, not at the front door of her house. 

She was close, I could tell that even from my distant vantage point. She had abandoned the phone, one hand still plunging between her thighs, the other now free she pulled her blouse open and started to massage her own firm breasts, no bra to constrain her access she pulled and played with her nipples, hard and visible against the pink areola surmounting the milky white skin of her perky breasts. Her lower hand a blur of movement as she fingered and rubbed herself closer and closer to orgasm, her back arching, her face red and shiny with sweat, my own breath racing as fast as my heart was beating in my chest. Shifting my weight again I stumbled forward, my head clanging against the window. The noise stark in my ears, I watched as her eyes caught mine as she hit her peak. Three fingers buried in her clenching pussy as she watched me watching her cum, her sweet nectar running down her thighs as my cock throbbed in my pants, a torrent of precum flowing forth from the head to soak my clothing as she locked my gaze with hers. Her body twitched and moved around as her fingers coaxed the last tremor of pleasure from her body as I knelt at her window, caught like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck, the thrill of being caught watching such an intimate act pushing my excruciatingly teased cock over the edge, spurt after spurt of cum rocketing forth to fill my constricting underwear.

Finally averting my eyes I stay kneeling as I sense in my peripheral vision her movement towards the door, the click of the latch announcing her presence. A mumbled apology is laughed off as she tells me she was reading the story I had written and she was not perturbed by my unannounced enjoyment of the aforementioned story.

I quickly collected the parcel, stood and turned to hide the growing wet patch on my pants before she could notice. Bidding her adieu I guilty slunk away, my mind filled with images of her body and the thoughts of more stories to write.

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