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davesmistress
11-10-2006, 05:57 PM
Peak-A-Boo
by sweetnpetite

You don't see me, hiding behind the sheer curtains of my apartment, looking out my window into yours. You don't see me holding binoculars up to my eyes to take you in as you slip out of your work clothes (how can any woman make office attire look so sexy?). You don't see me peaking in on you during a private moment when you reach down to touch yourself between the legs, lost in your own little fantasy world.

You don't see me. But I see you. And I am lost in my own fantasy world too.

When you touch yourself like that, I see you tip back your head and open your mouth to moan. It is my name that I pretend I hear, escaping from your delightfully full lips. My name when you work your clit quickly and suddenly tighten every muscle in your body in anticipation of your remarkable climax.

It's my lips, full and tender also, that I see between your legs. My tongue lapping the pink between your thighs. My teeth nibbling on your clit as I drive you to ecstasy. My hair in your hands, held tight in a vice-grip of passion and delight.

It is my breasts that you run your hands over, that you rub against your own substantially swollen mammaries. My clit that you finger when I see your hand speeding along in frantic little circles. My body that you press against yours as you slide your fingers deep inside your pussy.

As you touch yourself, I stand quietly behind my blinds. My own hand slips down between my legs to the curly hair that adorns my vulva. I tease myself while I watch you, running my fingers over the sensitive mound as I imagine you laughing playfully as you sensuously torture me. In my fantasy, you know that I want you and you draw out every last second of anticipation. I try to do the same, but soon I just can't wait and I slide my fingers inside, imagining your nails digging into my ass as you pull me closer.

Your own hand goes inside as well and in my mind, my fingers dip into you and yours curl inside my warm pussy. It's easy, as we finger ourselves together, to imagine instead that we are fingering each other instead. In my mind, I see you, I feel you, I smell the soft clean scent of you. So many times I have walked by you in the hallway and imagined burying my face in that scent. I let my own hair drop over my face and imagine that it is yours as I lay beneath you, my head resting in the nook of your shoulder as we penetrate each other with fingers and moan into each others ears.

You and I, our female bodies entwined. I never even knew that I wanted a woman until I saw you and you took my breath away. But a constant stream of men have left you unfulfilled and me wishing that I could take their place. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a woman? To hold her body next to yours, my body, and enjoy the same soft fullness that she is enjoying? Would you be willing to try? To place your full lips over mine, to taste my mouth as I long to taste yours?

Your eyes are closed now, I can slip out of the shadows just a bit more. One hand dips further in, jabbing, stabbing up inside you. I have fingers too, I can make you feel just as good as you do now, better even. Your other hand squeezes your breast with a firm but gentle pressure. Your naked body is illuminated by the moonlight, it inspires me to do touch my own breasts. As I squeeze, I mentally place your hand over my flesh and my own hand on yours.

I imagine the two of us, sitting on your bed. You caress my breasts and I rub your back until you shiver. Your head leans down toward mine as you kiss me eagerly. Urgently, you push me backwards, covering me with your body, crushing my mouth with yours. Our fingers slide effortlessly into one another. Our moans fill the room. You call my name and plead for me to go faster. Your touch kills me and revives me over and over again. I open my mouth and call out to you. Please. I need this. Don't deny me.

The word "Yes," has just escaped my mouth, and loudly. It sounds strange to my ears, a real sound intruding on my fantasy. I don't know if you heard, but your eyes snap open. I quickly duck back into the shadows, hoping that you didn't see me. My room is dark and yours is light so it is only my paranoid fears of discovery that lead me to doubt that I am truly hidden. The color rises to my face, and the temperature in the room seems to rise.

Bravely, I peak out and discover that your eyes are again closed, your head tipped back, your lips parted, your finger quickly circling your clit. I take my fingers out from the warm wet recesses of my pussy to focus on my own clit. I can see that your climax is nearing closer and I am hoping for a simultaneous orgasm. Afraid of the sounds that I might allow to escape this time, I bite my free hand to muffle, and hopefully prevent them.

I see the muscles in your thighs tense, and then your toes point and your legs elongate. Your back curves. My own body coils tightly, preparing for this moment. And then it happens. You come, I come. I can see it happening. Your mouth opens wide, your fingers thrash. I feel the waves wash over me. I'm biting into my fingers to keep from calling out. I am not imagining any more. I am coming and I am watching you come. My orgasm is hard and it's difficult to keep my eyes open, but I want to see you. I don't want to miss a second of this. I need to see you coming, with me.

You call out, a scream so wild and uninhibited that it takes me off guard. The sound has traveled out into the night air and across to my room. And still you come, and I come. I want to call out too, but my teeth are locked into a deep bite on my hand and I can't extricate either. My orgasm leaps through me, rolling over me like fierce waves, blasting me like an open door before a storm. It pushes me against a wall and then forces me to my knees. I crumble into a pile on the floor in front of the window and continue to look out. Your breathing is heavy, as is mine as you lay still, regaining your composure. Your feet are still on the floor, your knees open, your hand resting next to your pussy now. I imagine I am close enough to see the droplets of fluid glistening on your moist lips. Your body is lain back on the bed, but as you start to stir, I prepare myself to duck away from the window again. You lay there for so long, your chest rising and falling, that I wonder if you have fallen asleep. I would love for your to stay that way the entire night, your legs spread to the world, but especially to me. I like to think that you know I can see you, that you want me to look, that the scream you screamed was my name.

But as you sit up, I know that I don't have the guts to find out any of these answers. I roll out of site and peak out as you look around a bit sheepishly. I guess you realize that your cry was really quite loud. But you seem satisfied that no one is looking at you as you go to your dresser to look for some pajamas. You look as good from the back as you do from the front and I silently will you to touch yourself again.

So I can watch.

ADavid
12-17-2006, 05:35 AM
THanx Robin.