I nod absent-mindedly. I’ve got Liberty on my mind again. I just can’t seem to shake her. Perhaps a shower will help.
I enter my bathroom and switch on the shower, stepping under the hot stream of water. My cock is hard and throbbing between my legs, even as I try to focus on getting clean. It almost feels like I’m trying to get clean of her. I never thought it was possible to want something or someone so badly. But Liberty is the only woman who has ever made me feel anything at all. And now, I’m living right next door to her, and I can almost feel the sexual chemistry from next door radiating.
I sigh and cover myself with a towel, getting out of the shower. The shower only seemed to make me want her more. And as I step out of the bathroom into the bedroom, I see a sight that makes the throbbing between my legs even more insistent.
She’s there. Right opposite my window, she’s getting changed before my eyes. She’s standing in black lace underwear, the curves of her body making me crazy with lust. She hasn’t noticed me yet as she looks at herself in the mirror. I know I should look away, but I just can’t.
I need her so badly. Beneath my towel, my cock is standing at attention. If she looks over now, she will be able to see exactly how much I want her. It’s undeniable when my body is betraying me.
I watch as her head slowly turns, her auburn hair flying as she moves. Her azure eyes fixate onto mine and her lips part in a gasp, but she doesn’t move. We stand, locked in one another’s gaze. Then her eyes slowly drift over my bare torso to the towel…
And the towel falls away.
Chapter Two
Liberty
I watch as the towel falls around Jameson’s ankles, leaving him stark naked in front of me. My heart skips several beats, my pussy is wet the second I see him in his full nude form. I can’t stop staring. His member is rock hard and huge. And immediately I want to know what it would be like to have it inside me. I want him to come over here right now and pleasure me with it. I want to take it in my mouth and pleasure him in return.
I shouldn’t be staring. The towel clearly dropped by accident. But then again he’s made no move to pick it up. My breathing is staggered as I watch him take his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. His eyes are full of intensity and hunger as his eyes roam over my body. I realize that he’s seeing me almost naked too, my body exposed in my lacy underwear. I gasp a little, feeling nervous, but from the look on his face, it seems like he might be enjoying the view…
I want him so much more than I thought was possible. I’ve waited for years to get close to him, but I never expected it to happen like this. Still, I’m not complaining. As I feel warmth pooling between my legs, I feel overcome with desire. Watching him stare so brazenly, his cock in his hand and a growl forming on his lips, I know that I’m the object of his desire too. As he begins to stroke his cock, I find my own hand venturing between my legs before I can change my mind.
I gently nudge my clit with my fingers and gasp out in pleasure. This is wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. But the sight of him in front of me, looking so damn good is too much for me to handle. I need release. I need the pleasure I’ve been denied while we’ve been apart. Even without his hands on me, his gaze does the work, making me shudder, making my knees tremble, making my fingers between my legs feel as though they’re his.
He begins to pump his cock more vigorously. I can barely believe we’re doing this. It’s taboo in so many ways. If Cal knew what was going on, he’d never speak to us again. But I’m lost in the moment. Lost in Jameson. Lost in this spell he’s cast on me, making me abandon every moral I’ve ever had…
But then I hear something outside my room. Footsteps on the stairs. I’m broken right out of the moment, my heart racing.
Cal is coming.
I hear him knock hard on my door and I stop touching myself, desperately looking for something to cover up my body with before he comes bursting in.
“I’m getting changed!” I cry out desperately, feeling completely flustered.
“Well hurry up! Jameson will be here at any minute!” Cal shouts back. I hear his footsteps retreating and take a sigh of relief, but the risky moment has shocked some sense into me. When I turn back to the window, Jameson has gathered his towel, but he’s still watching me. I take several labored breaths, trying to compose myself. What we just did...it can’t happen again. We have to pretend like it never happened when he comes over here, for sure.