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It didn’t hurt to watch her.
Standing outside in the shadows sent a wave of calm over me as her proximity soothed me.
I watched as she cooked herself some cheese on toast and poured a glass of red wine. I watched as she ate, watched as her lips reddened with the dark wine and I shifted against the tree as she licked crumbs from her lips.
Being a creep made me uncomfortable, but I couldn’t drag myself away from her either. It may have been the first time that I followed her home, but seeing how easy it was, it wouldn’t be the last.
When she cleared up the kitchen and moved through the house, I followed through the trees that edged her house. Tripping over tree roots and silently cursing in my need to keep her in view.
She settled in a bedroom at the rear of the house, a room that looked finished compared to the rest of the house. The walls were a dusky, feminine pink, and her bed was large and spilling over with white linens. I grinned as I took in the headboard and footboard, both made from metal pole after metal pole. Perfect for securing her, too.
I shook the thought from my head as it entered. I wasn’t there to touch her. The idea bounced around my chest after evicting it from my head, pulling at my insides. Could I show her how it should be? Would it give her the nudge she needed to leave Tommy if she saw that she could have more than whatever he was giving her? That she deserved more than zoning out while her boyfriend rutted behind her?
Katie moved about the room before stripping down to her lacy little underwear, clearly not at all concerned that someone might be outside her bedroom. Her red hair tumbled about her shoulders as she spent a few minutes moisturising herself, running her hands up over her curvy legs and stomach.
I had to readjust myself. More than once.
Every part of me itched to run my hands over her. To feel the silkiness of her skin. To smell the moisturiser on her. To taste her against my lips.
Fuck.
No.
I dug the palms of my hands into my eyes. What was I doing?
I needed to leave.
I turned and stumbled a few paces further into the woods, but I needed one last look.
She’d gotten into an oversized tee shirt and laid on the bed, toying with her phone. The window framed her perfectly, and I slipped my phone out of my pocket, lifting it and snapping a picture of the scene. It was stupid, an admission of guilt if anyone saw it, but I wanted to keep that little piece of her for myself. An intimate moment that no-one else witnessed.
Mine.
But she wasn’t mine. I was getting too involved.
She pushed her hand under the tee shirt and my world stilled around me. I barely dared breathe in case it somehow fucked the moment up.
Katie.
My dirty girl.
Touching herself.
I slipped closer toward her window, needing to see her more clearly. By the time I had gotten as close as I could without being seen, her chest was rising in short little puffs as her hand moved vigorously between her thighs.
‘Yes,’ I whispered, my hand going to my already hard dick, ‘Take your pleasure sweet girl.’
A lust filled fog descended over me as I unzipped my trousers and fisted my erection. Katie was a vision, all pink cheeked and wriggling on her bed as she thrust her fingers deep inside herself.
‘Just like that.’ I mimicked her frantic rubbing against the head of my dick, imagining it between her thighs, or between her reddened lips. Fuck, she’d be a good girl for me. I knew it.
My breath caught in my throat as she moaned, the muffled noise still fucking hot through the window. A tingle spread at the base of my spine as I kept my eyes on her, my balls tightening with every little noise she made.
‘Come for me, Katie,’ I growled beneath my breath.
And when she did, I saw stars. The way she fisted the duvet in her other hand as her back arched against the bed. The way her thighs quivered as they tightened around her wrist. The way she rode her own hand like a desperate little thing.
I barely lasted long enough to witness it before I blew my load, decorating the weeds and wildflowers below her window with my cum. The orgasm ripped through me as I watched my girl collapse back against the bed.
