The Secret Window

"Your body is absolutely amazing." There is no hiding his complete and total adoration of her youthful body. Her nipples and areola are the softest pink he has ever seen and her nipples are just the right thickness in proportion to the size of her breasts. Her tummy is flat and toned with hints of suggestive muscle definitions just under the skin. While he examines every subtle nuance to her body, she slides her legs forward and then spreads them very wide. He realizes he was wrong, the pink of her pussy is even softer than her nipples. Her pussy seems to glisten in the glow of the low light. Every part of her is perfect, from her athletically sculpted body, to her proportionately large breasts, and down to her small, puffy pussy. She is even more beautiful than he imagined.

His hand reaches down and grasps the shaft of his cock firmly and he begins to stroke up and down determinedly. His urge to cum has taken over all control of his body.

She responds in kind and begins rubbing her pussy with one hand, while the other squeezes her breast and pushes it in an upwards direction. Her breath becomes ragged as if she too were in a hurry.

Seeing her obvious desire he grips harder and strokes faster. Images of her nakedness being smothered all over his body along with her voice commanding him to cum for her in his head is all he needs. He feels the pleasure course through his inner domain until it passes that certain, specific limit. Like the difference between day and night, the shift is palpable inside him.

Her heavy breathing is accented with little delicate moans which somehow make her even more alluring for the obvious juxtaposition of her usual attitude. She comes across as confident, almost arrogant, but her little moans show her true delicate nature. She is so soft and tender that the slightest exhalation would burst her like the most fragile bubble he can imagine.

Her fingers rub her clit hard and she even lifts her hips up into her rubbing hand. This causes her breasts to push out even more and heave with her deep breathing.

The most amazingly soft words slip from her lips like a gentle, caressing breeze that he will never forget. "I'm going to cum," she nearly pleads to him softly.

There is no holding back. He is already past the edge. With her need for him in her voice he explodes, "I'm cumming for you!"

She bites her lip and moans loudly in her best effort to try to contain her orgasmic scream. To him it's the most wonderful sound in the world as he groans loudly. His cum fountains up and onto his chest. He hears her whimpering moan again and he shoots another load of his cum onto his chest with a struggling groan. They are both panting and moaning as they slowly come down from their own plateaus of pleasure.

He hears her whimpers recede and opens his eyes. Her impressive breasts are heaving and have a slight sheen of sweat covering them. Her nipples are so hard they could probably chip stone. Most wondrously is the small, glistening puddle of her juices leaking from her pussy lips. His first thought is to leap over there, lick up her juices, and make her cum again.

But before he can finish the thought, he glances up to her face and sees her eyes. They are a beautiful green, like emeralds. The rest of her face is sylvan, with an angular jawline that gives her an almost regal countenance. He can see the emotions dancing across her face. Sheer, blissful pleasure, happiness, and satisfaction. Then peaceful calm, which is slowly replaced by that normal arrogant rebelliousness that challenges anyone to defy her.

With a small smile she says, "Thank you for that. Good night."

She slides out of view to the side and her light shuts off. His last glimpse of her body was her tight, little ass cheek as she slipped off the bed before closing her window quickly and then covering it.

He falls back into his bed and says, "Fuck!"

Still recovering from his orgasm, he reaches over and turns off his light. He feels a mix of emotions as he feels his body relax. Still, waves of pleasure course through him, but it is tinged with frustration. He is frustrated because he feels like she is just toying with him and he is letting her do it. He's not sure if he is more upset with her or himself.

He doesn't bother to shut his window. If she can see him sleeping naked in his bed then so be it. He doesn't even care if anyone else could possibly see into his window either. Right before sleep takes over him he blames all of his frustrations on the fact that his room doesn't have a stupid ceiling fan. He would never have needed to open his window if he had a ceiling fan. One last thought plagues him in between his dreams of Paige.

Will he see her again?