Curled up next to the
window, looking out into the never ending drops of water that are
hitting the ground with an urgency that I can not explain, I realized
he wasn't coming tonight.
Yet again, I'd been let
down by him. It was always the same old story, everything else came
before me. When was I going to realize I was meaningless to his ego?
Highly doubt I would but I was a crazy fool, especially when it came
to his masochism.
Looking at my phone,
there were not messages, no missed called. He hadn't had the decency
to even let me know I was being stood up but he will tomorrow, he
always did. What excuse would it be this time? The usual would be
something like “I got caught up with work and lost track of time”
or “I promised just 1 pint with him down the pub but then we got to
talking, 1 turned into 4 and before I knew it, 11pm had hit”.
Either way, I knew I'd let it slide.
8pm had come and gone
by now, the sky was a rolling blank blanket, angered by the coming
thunder. The air's electrifying cloak brushed my humid skin,
inviting me out, telling me I needed to be free. Since being a kid,
I loved walking barefoot through the grass in the rain, I was never
scared of storms. Mother nature is a beautiful but somewhat cruel
thing to witness. I pulled my socks off, placed my glasses on the
counter next to me and walked towards the conservatory doors. The
click of the door unlocking added to my calmness, it felt like
freedom, the hairs on my arms pricked up in excitement. I stepped
outside into the rain, inhaling in the fresh air with a mixture of
what was left lingering from the evening's humidity, the summer heat
had been cooled down by the outbreak of nature's tears and anger.
I stood outside in the
rain for a few minutes, letting the water trickle down me. My chest
slowly rising and falling, the feeling of the water streaming over my
breasts, added to my tension, I needed that release! Slipping my
shorts off, leaving them on the patio, I walked forward, towards the
sea of greenness. Only in my my black laced panties and blue cotton
vest, I really did hope the neighbors weren't watching, although,
the thought of strangers overlooking me prowling, was a turn on. I
could feel my lady parts twinging at that realization, I wasn't just
wet from the rain.
My top was now damp, my
hardened nipples were poking through the material, begging to come
out. My right hand removing the estranged locks from my eyes, my
left hand relaxed above my panty line, I walked forward, towards the
apple tree, where the garden bench rested. Inviting me to feel it's
dampened wood, my skin brushed the oak's smooth seating as I planted
my body down to rest.
Sitting there, I could
see a shadow forming in the upstairs window of the house overlooking
my garden. I would imagine 'he' was watching me like an eagle, my
every move anticipating his eagerness to fulfil an urge. He'd grab
his pulsating cock, stroking it, teasing himself, pleasuring his
imagination with the thought of my lonely body wanting his touch. ,
At that thought, I
parted my legs, my hand slowly gracing my wet skin, moving up towards
my panties. Losing myself in the moment, I slide my fingers into my
lace knickers, feeling the wetness of my pussy juices greeting me.
I ripped off my underwear, allowing the rain to feel my forbidden
areas, I laid there for all to see. Slowly my middle finger starts
to circle my clit, a feeling tingling up my tummy, wanting more, more
than I could give myself at that exact moment. But just as I'm
relaxing, I hear the 'click' of my garden gate opening. Sitting up
like a bolt of lightening, I'm not alone! Was it that shadow, taking
a step closer to fulfill his natural urge?
Staying still, like a
cat, I sat and watched. The figure standing at a good 6ft, moving
towards my conservatory open door but he stops, it looks like his
feet are shuffling about on the patio. It's only then that I realize
that he's found my shorts! The movement of his figure suggested that
he was looking over towards me. Do I panic? Do I scream? What the
hell am I supposed to do? Or do I just go with it?
As he moves closer my
body anticipates his every move, I'm sprung like a meerkat alerting
it's group. I hear his voice calling out to me “Angela, are you
there?”. Relief shivers throughout my body, it's only Ben.
“Since when does
8:40pm, equate to 7.30pm?” I replied in a pissed off tone, not that
he would register that.
“Ang, I'm sorry, I
really don't have an excuse to......” His pause caught me off
guard, he had stopped in mid-flow, he'd seen me in my soaking wet
vest, no panties. Moving closer he just sighed, inspecting my body,
homing in on my perked breasts, my erect nipples sounding off his own
bodily alarm,
His hand reaching out
for me, his long fingers brushing my cheek before mapping out his
route down south. Neither of us saying a word, he pulls me up to
him, nuzzling his warm face in my neck. The feel of his lips
brushing my skin, I needed to snap out of his hypnotizing ways,
before he got his own way. In theory I would!
His hands were moving
all over me, until they rested on my hips. He settled down, fully
focusing on tasting my lips, my strawberry lip balm had him stuck to
me, He moves away, to gently whisper in my ear “lets take this
off, shall we”, removing my vest, leaving me naked to the night's
air.
My nipples were as
sharp as bullets, piercing his t-shirt, I wanted to rip his clothing
off, reveal his muscular chest but he wouldn't allow me to. His left
hand found it's way towards my neck, moving around and resting on my
throat. At first his grip was soft, caring, could have been mistaken
for playfulness but his grip hardened, his eyes widened. In the
dark, all I could see were the whites of his eyes grow, I could make
out a small smirk around his lips, he had me now!
Pushing me up against
the tree, the rough bark grazed my back. As I yelped, his grip
around my throat tightened, he enjoyed the control he had, the voice
inside me wishing he could hear, begging he tighten his hold. My
bare feet were no longer in the silky smooth grass, their blades no
longer breezing my bare skin but now, the sludge of the mud from the
flower bed grabbed me, molding around my feet. The thunder storms
were rolling in, breaking out the sky's need to unleash. The flashes
of lightening were lighting up above us. Looking over to the neighbor's house, his shadow was still there, not moving, was he
judging?
Ben's foot parted my
legs, pinning me up further against the tree. I could feel the
sharpened edges of the bark slowly digging into my back. I would
usually complain but it added to the moment. My pussy was gushing
with wetness, needing Ben in me. He must have sensed that, as his
grip loosened around my throat. His hands cupping my FF breasts as
he bites my nipples, not nibbling but biting, making me flinch with a
welcoming pain than ran throughout my body. The silence in me was no
more, I had to let out the moan “hmm harder”. My request was
adhered too.
He wasn't anywhere near
finished with me, my body was his to abuse. His right hand sliding
down my cold stomach, parting my legs, as he teased my clit, slowly
circling, listening to me groaning, begging for him to fuck me, he
grins “not yet” his response was to my body's begging ways.
The rain smashing down
heavier, slapping my skin, the sensuality of the night paired with
being fucked good and proper, really did have me wishing I could have
more than he could give me. He slips his middle finger into my tight
wet cave, then a second finger. My hips move in time with his
rhythm, riding his hand. My left hand grabbing the back of his neck,
pulling him into me, forcefully kissing and biting his bottom lip.
Our eyes open, reading each other, not having to speak a word, he
turns me round, my hands pushing up against the tree, my legs locked
into place, I hear the zip of his jeans undoing. His hand brushing
over my pussy, 2 fingers parting me as he slips his bulging cock
inside my wet pussy. Slowly he moves, enjoying his power over me. I
feel his hands massaging my lower back, I start to push into him, he
grabs my arse cheeks “STAY STILL!” he demands.
He's in control, he
always was with me. I could try to fight his superiority but I'd
never come out on top, believe me, I've tried!
Closing my eyes, I
could feel the tingling urge rush over my body, the rain splashing
over my back, made me want to scream more. He controls the speed,
slowly but deeply moving into me, his balls slapping my thighs. “hmm
I need to cum, fuck me hard!” on that note, his pace quickens.
'Woosshhhh', the fresh
air passed over my arse cheek as his palm slaps me, my body flinches,
tightening around his dick. He slaps me again and again and again!
Each phase getting harder, The burning of his marks on my skin were
shocking, the cold rain cooling me off. He pulls away, pushing me up
against the tree, whispering into my ear “ride my dick now!”. He
leads me over to the bench, as I look up into the window, his shadow
still there, that stranger watching. I could make out slight arm
movements and the thought of him wanking over us, sends me into an
overdrive that I wasn't expecting, giving me an extra kick.
Climbing onto Ben's
lap, I lower my tight cave down onto his large throbbing beast. My
hand wrapped around his neck, my free hand resting on his knee. He
wraps one hand back around my throat “ride me bitch!” was his
command.
I move my hips slowly
at first, round round up down back and forth, his groans telling me I
am hitting the right places. His free hand slips under me, resting
on my clit, riding his dick and having him playing is what I needed.
Leaning back, I let go, taking everything in, Ben's not really
focused on me now, he's lost in his own world. His hand tightening
around my throat, I'm gasping for air!
I look over, towards
the stranger, he's no longer a shadow, his lights are on in his
secluded room, he's naked and in my full view. I can make out the
edges to the ripples across his tightened stomach, his hand wrapped
around what looks to be a well endowed cock. A free hand pressed up
against his balcony door's glass. Although he's a at a distance, his
smirk is undeniably visible. I bet he's waiting till we finish!
With him giving me his attention and Ben's body, I'm nearing my end.
My body shivering in the dampened cold of the night, senses
heightened, I'm ready to let go, be free from this tension!
Without warning, I sit
upright, wrapping my arms around Ben's strong body, my heels digging
into the bench, I quicken my pace, I need to unleash myself, I need
to feel him cum, I want to hear him groan. No words spoken, we read
each others bodies without fail. His hands resting on my hips,
thrashing me back and forth, he's breathing heavier into me. He
thrusts up hard, his hand wraps back around my throat, squeezing the
energy out of me, I can feel myself cumming now, I'm on the brink of
passing out with the tension of his hand. Reaching boiling point, I
throw myself back, holding onto him as I slam my body into his dick.
The rush rising up from the pit of my tummy, into my throat as I let
out a scream. He cums with me, our bodies burnt out from the
excitement as we slow down and rest into each others curves.
Settling down in
silence, all that can be heard is the thunder, which sums up our
evening's alfresco events. No words needed, they never were between
us, this was how it would always be, no one ever the wiser!
I remove myself from
his grip, forgetting that I'm naked but that's how nature intended us
to be, we are born that way, after all. He watches my slender curves
swerving away from his grip, teasing him. Stepping up onto the
patio, I bend down to pick up my soaking wet shorts, when I notice a
pair of feet standing before me, that stranger clearing his throat,
allowing me to acknowledge that he had actually made his way over!
I'm not sure why I'm
always caught off guard but I wish people would give me a warning.
“Ang, that was amazing” my husband said to me, whilst waving Ben
off who was casually heading towards the garden gate.
You see, Ben fills me
with that 'teenager, first love' excitement, the feeling you get when
you think your parents might catch you. That first kiss, the urge
that you need them touching you 24/7. As a woman in her late 30's, I
do really miss that feeling, that wanton woman in her imaginary
world, trying to recapture a youth that flew before her eyes. Role
play allows me to live the life that Jackie Collins can only write
about.
As for my husband,
John, well, he just likes to perverse over me being controlled by
another man. The thought of watching a neighbor or random strangers
going at it, really does get him going. Then there's Ben, he truly
does fit well into our little arrangement arrangement, 27, married to
a woman who life is committed to a job, starving her man from his
sexual needs. She lives in the city 4 nights a week, allowing him to
do what he pleases, his little secret keeps him going 'Naughty neighbors'.
“Let's just hope that
Ben's wife doesn't find out our little arrangement, I'd be gutted if
she did” John said to me, as the guilty pleasure of his smile told
me that he was ready for round 2 but this time it would be behind
closed doors and not out in the open.
“Go run us a bath
sweetie, I'll be there in a minute” leaning in as I plant a
welcoming kiss on his cheek.
But was John the only
one watching us? Turning around, I quickly caught another neighbor's 19yr old son glaring out the window. Not surprised
really, he cuts my bushes once a month for free, great timing as the
first time he offered was the morning after the first time our little
'arrangement' took place. My husband always said that kid had a
thing for me! I seem to recall his hard efforts of flirting. Come to
think of it, I am pretty sure he's watched us a fair few times, I
wonder if he got the hint when I leant him 'The Graduate' film, last
week.
It's all part of being
a female exhibitionist, don't you not think?
That was such an arousing read! I want that whole scenario to happen to me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for adding to the Something for the weekend reading list
http://heelsnstocking.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/something-for-weekend-2.html
thank you x
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