Watching Mine

Fingertips start exploring again, except this time, she trails them down until she reaches the tip of my cock, runs them down the length, around each ball, then over the skin between my nut sack and asshole. I nearly jump out of my fucking skin because it feels so goddamn good. I tip my head back against the couch and groan. She plays for a moment more before trailing her fingers back up to my stomach. I’m just about to snatch her hand and put it back where it was when she speaks.

/> “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Turning her head, she drops a kiss against the center of my chest.

I grab a handful of her hair and tip her head back so I can see her eyes.

“Why in the hell would you think I would be mad at you? If anything, you should be the one pissed and trying to rip my balls off. I violated your privacy.”

Her nod is small due to my grip on her hair. I loosen my fingers, but don’t remove them.

“You’re right. I should be, and I don’t really know why I never was. Maybe that part of me is broken, the part that should be appalled and disgusted with knowing someone watched me during such intimate times. I just know Tuesdays were one of my favorite days of the week, because that was the day I could drop everything. I didn’t have to think about the past or worry about the future. All I had to do was feel. You watching me made me feel special in a weird sort of way, like you found me good enough just by looking at me.”

I bend my head and kiss the tip of her nose, understanding what she’s trying to say. Life can become too much sometimes and we all need that escape. My head pounds violently with the memory of what she went through as a teenager. Grieving the loss of her brother, then being violated by those fucking punks, the emotional turmoil of her pregnancy, and thinking she would never be good enough for Avery, but trying so hard to make it so she is. As fucked-up as the situation was and how our relationship started, I’m glad I inadvertently gave her that relief.

“How did you know I was watching you?” I ask the question that’s confounded me from the moment she told me she knew.

A smile touches her lips. She leans her head back against my raised knee. “It was purely by accident, actually. One of my packages was delivered to an apartment a couple of doors down from mine. It was a Tuesday, and as you know, Tuesday is my day to… play. I know it sounds weird to have a schedule like that, but it worked for me because Tuesday is my most stressful day of the week. I was anxious to get home because on that particular Tuesday I had a major test and all I wanted to do was take a shower, use my toy, and sleep. Mrs. Snyder, my neighbor, had something else for me. I waited at her window while she went to her room to grab it. Her curtains were sheer, so while they were closed, I could still see out them. That’s when I noticed you at the window, holding something up to your face. At my angle, the small light from your kitchen gave just enough background light for me to make you out. Using my phone, I zoomed in as far as I could and saw they were binoculars.”

She stops talking and dances her fingers up the column of my neck, her eyes following the movement. Her gaze lights back on mine and her fingernails scrape the scruff on the underside of my jaw.

“I couldn’t tell what you were looking at, but I wanted to know, because I have to say,” her eyes begin to twinkle, and a smile slowly forms, “you looked really hot standing there with your shirt off and the button of your jeans undone.”

I chuckle. “Hot, huh?” I squeeze my legs together, pulling her hip against my cock, which was definitely liking where this story was going.

“Scorching hot,” she answers, laughing. “I left Mrs. Snyder’s, my mind on the man in the apartment across from mine. Something told me to leave my lights off when I stepped into my apartment. In the dark, I walked to my window and peered out, using my phone again. Of course, the angle wasn’t as good, so I could just barely make you out. I couldn’t tell if you were looking into my apartment, but for some reason, I wanted you to be. I just thought it was a coincidence that that day was Tuesday, my usual masturbation day. As I stood there, trying so hard to see through the dark inside your apartment, my body started to react with the possibility of you seeing me and wanting me because of it. In my mind, you were watching me, and I wanted to give you something worth watching. So, that’s what I did. I was so damn nervous, and I wasn’t even sure if you saw me, but it was one of the most exciting times of my life.”

I tweak one of her nipples, and her eyes flare with desire. It’s time for me to tell some truths.

“Every week, Tuesday was the day I looked forward to the most. The first time I saw you, you had brought a man home. You were on your knees with your back against the glass, and he was feeding you his cock. Then he fucked you against it. I couldn’t look away. The look on your face as he fucked you from behind….” My cock jerks at the memory. “So expressive. So fucking incredibly sexy.”

Her eyes turn wide. “That was over two years ago. You’ve been watching me that long?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“Wow. I had no idea. I really should be angry, shouldn’t I?”

I give her a tight nod. “You should.”

After a moment, her expression turns sensual again. “As weird and fucked-up as it sounds,” she wrinkles her nose, “knowing that just makes it hotter. I like knowing you were so captivated with me that you kept coming back for more. After a couple of Tuesdays of not knowing if you were actually watching me, I bought a pair of binoculars. For over a week, anytime I was at home, I closed the curtains, leaving them open just enough for me to peek through them. There was a couple of times you left the foyer light on, and it gave me just enough light to see that you were, in fact, watching my apartment.”

I remember that week. I fucking hated that week. I was a bastard to everyone around me because I didn’t get to see Emberleigh play with herself.

She giggles, and I realize I’m scowling. “That wasn’t a very good week for me,” I grumble, turning her giggle into a laugh.

I grab her under the arms and maneuver us until she’s straddling my lap, my cock nestled flat against her slick pussy. She’s always so wet for me. I bend my legs behind her, making sure her ass stays right where I want it.

“That hell was not funny. I think I went through withdrawals or some shit that week.”

Her fingers run through my hair as she looks down at me, her expression serious.

“Was it weird of me to like knowing you watched me?”

I grab one of her hands and bring the palm to my lips. Instead of answering her question, I ask one of my own. “Is it weird of me to love watching you?”

She smiles and shakes her head. “No. I love that you enjoy watching me.”

“Then there’s your answer.”

Her other palm slides down my neck and over my left pec. Her voice is a whisper when she speaks again.