Watching her body in the soft lights of the bathroom was mesmerizing me. As she undressed herself, she knew clearly that I was standing right by my window, unable to move, trying to control my unwanted lust. Intentionally, she slowly unclipped her lusciously thick mane of hair, and shook it down so it lain well below her shoulders. She stood there with her legs wide open totally exposed for me, and she deliberately traced her hands down on her body till she they arrived at her moist pussy and then began to rub her clitoris. Rubbing it with her fingers in rhythmic motions caused her head to tilt back as she groaned in pleasant bliss. She moved her hips in synch with her fingers, a deliciously erotic dance, which was proving too much for me to take. I began reaching down to my own cunt with me fingers, and started to stroke it with long delicate strokes that were timed perfectly with her own rhythm. It had only taken me a few moments before I too gasped, my body tensing and my head jolting back as my cunt starting squirting streams of my hot, pussy juice. I supported myself by grasping onto the windowsill with one hand while I continued stroking my cunt with the other, moaning and panting for while as the waves of my own ecstasy rolled over me like waves crashing on an open beach.

 

Never in my twenty-seven years had I had a feeling like this, no control and it was her, who did this to me. I gritted my teeth as I grunted vowing to take my revenge. My body was still shaking uncontrollably, as I was still watching her own orgasm, her whole body was so flushed and still shaking. I glared over at her as she ground her hips over her magic little fingers, trying desperately to extend the pleasures that were washing over her. She knew that I could see the glistening of her juice running down her shivering thighs.

 

How did she know I was watching her? Well, every time she went into the shower, she started deliberately to keep the window open, at first it was simply to let out the extra steam. But then, she noticed that her bathroom was directly facing my bedroom. She began to also notice that every time she happened to take a shower, I would mysteriously appear in my bathrobe in my bedroom, no matter what time of day. At first, I could tell that she was a little creeped out but, then she started to have a little fun with the whole situation. Me watching her body glistening with moisture, with beads of it running down in between her breasts. Her breasts were a smooth cocoa brown in color, yet they contrasted beautifully with her dark chocolate areola's. She groaned, touching her nipples and feeling that familiar ache deep at her core begin to consume her. Softly, she massaged the soft folds between her thighs, pressing one finger against the hood of her clit. Her other hand played with her erect nipples, as the soft moans began to escape her parted mouth as she fingered herself, her groans were becoming louder and louder. She'd never forgotten that I had been watching her the whole time.