Alone

It was the middle of the night, clear and cool. I couldn't sleep. There was a restlessness inside me, easily identifiable...I wanted him.


I arose from my bed, fully nude, and walked slowly to the window. The blinds were pulled open. The moon was full and bright shining upon my skin. I wondered if anyone was watching. My skin was burning, my nipples taunt. I closed my eyes and imagined that HE was watching me at the window from below. Slowly my hand glanced my breast's fullness. I shuddered. I could feel hot wetness between my thighs, pooling and thickening in its sweetness. I knew he would want to see me touch it so I reached down with my fingers into the silk below and moaned.


I imagined him stroking himself as he gazed up at me fingering my sweetness that was all for him. I pressed my breasts against the window glass and was electrified by its coolness against my flesh. I rocked gently against my hand, causing my nipples to graze the glass again and again, tantalizing and arousing me further. I knew he would be enraptured by this, purely male and beautifully erect for me, stroking his member expertly. I wanted to taste myself, the sweet juice I was making for him. My finger went slowly into my mouth and I sucked it. I imagined it was him in my mouth, his hot hardness pulsing in reaction to my tongue and the milking I gave. If only I could taste him...


I felt the explosion start to build within me, deep inside. All of my fingers entered my wet pussy as I held onto the wall, fucking myself hard - and I came.


In the aftermath, trying to catch my breath, slowing my pulse, I opened my eyes and in the moonlit grass below - he was there.