CHAPTER 11: OPEN DOOR (2)

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension

KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence.

However he doesn’t stop his movement, causing a small, shocked noise to escape my lips.

“If you want to watch,” he says, his voice coming out rough and velvety.

"Come in.”

Hearing his words, I don't hesitate, or rather my feet move before my brain does, so I step over the threshold and the door clicks shut behind me without my help.

Then he tips his chin at the mattress.

“Sit,” he says, still working with his hand in that relentless pace.

“Or stand there and bite your lip, either way, don’t run now.”

Letting go my lips that I hadn't realised I had been biting, I cross to the bed and perch on the edge, sitting close enough for me to feel the heat coming off him.

However now I'm close to him, my hands are suddenly stupid with no idea where to stay, so I rest them on my thighs, feeling them quiver subtly.

Now his breath is hitching, and I see his grip on his cock tighten, then relaxing.

It's as if he’s punishing himself and forgiving himself in the same motion, and I can’t look away.

What he's doing is everything I wanted and... didn’t know I wanted------ the loud quietness, the tiny flinches on his face and the way his chest expands, rising and falling with his harsh breath.

A muscle jumps in his cheek then, and he glances at me, then at my knees.

“You don't have to sit so still,” he murmurs.

“You can play too, if you like.”

That has me biting my lips, and I pause, darting my tongue out over the side of my lips subtly, then-------

I reach my hands down to the hem of my dress, gathering it in my palms and inching it up, over my thighs.

Mirroring his position, I lean back a bit on the bed, pushing my dress to rest on my stomach and part my knees.

Then I hear him let out a low gasp.

To check just how I affected he is, I drop my gaze to his cock again, seeing his cap turn a blurged, deep, dark shade of red.

But what shocks me most is how big his cock has become; it's like it's now twice the size when I first came in here.

I guess he is pleasantly surprised that I have no panties on.

... You can't blame me, the weather his summer is insufferably hot.

Keeping my eyes on him,... and his cock, I brace my right arm on the bed and reach my left middle finger tentatively to my abdomen, sliding it down till it reach my folds.

Heat touches my finger as I feel myself already slick with my pussy juices, causing me to briefly close my eyes at the delicious feeling.

I raise my eyes to look at him only to find him staring at me intently, stroking himself so slowly and firmly now.

He watches me watch him, and something... goes across his face.

It's almost like he's expecting me to stop and leave his room.

... But I don't do any of that.

Instead I spread my pussy fold apart with my fourth and index finger.

... And then dip my middle finger in.