Mitch Thompson. It was in silver lettering in a black, satin gloss paint on a white post out by the curb of his house. I lived directly across from him. He had spark something inside me every since he moved in, about eight months ago. Every night, I went to bed wondering if he felt a tinge if the same about me.

One night, laying in bed, my hand wandered over my breasts seductively. My silk teddy rolled over my nipples like a stream kissing the smooth river rocks below. It bunched up on my body, looking like rolling waves of a cool ocean morning. My hand stretched lower until skin met skin and the cool silk became a memory. The sheen on my well manicured hands became hidden as the warmth of my steamy, pink, folds enveloped it in its grasp. I arched my back and spread my legs, gripping the sheets with my other hand. My soft flowing hair surrounding my face as my head melted into the soft pillow.

“Mitch! Fuck me Mitch! Oooowww!”

My bed was facing the window. The window was facing his house. I left the curtains open. I was hoping, just hoping that he was watching the show that I was performing for him. Just him.

I pulled the silk above my tits and grabbed at them wildly as I drove my fingers into my cunt deeper. My hips grinding with every thrust.

I tried to prolong the show as long as I could, but thinking about Mitch just drive me wild. I rubbed my clit in circles and groaned.

“Yes, yes, yes! Yeeeeessss!!!”

I shut my legs and pulled my hand tight into my crotch trying to get the most of my satisfaction. As my pleasure subsided, I opened my legs again showing of my pussy to him, that was glistening in the moonlight. I lifted the hand I was fingering myself with and sucked on my finger as I moved my hips and kept showing my tits off playfully. I walked to the window to shut the curtains. As soon as I got there, I saw a shadow disappear from behind the curtains across from me! I knew he had watched the whole thing.

To be continued