With my bedroom door open wide, I lay back on my bed and hiked up my dress. In the nightstand where I kept all my toys, I fished out my favorite pink vibrator. I turned it on and pressed it to my clit.
My clit has always been extra sensitive and it didn’t take long for my back to arch and my lips to part. One long inhale and I sighed out with the exhale.
The bathroom door opened. I heard it. I was sure he heard the buzzing coming from my room. But I wouldn’t look toward the door. Instead, I kept my eyes glued on the ceiling as my pussy quivered under the persistent buzzing of my toy.
Knowing your bedroom door is wide open and someone’s on the other side fighting the urge to watch you is truly invigorating. I wanted him to see me and I knew he was dying to sneak closer to my room.
Then I could feel his eyes on me. He was there at the threshold to my room. I didn’t see him, but I felt his shadow over the room. I heard the squeak of his footsteps on the floor. I sensed his breath. He spied on me and I loved it.
My legs widened so he could get a good look at my shaved pussy. The pink vibrator tore at my clit, shaking it furiously, and I couldn’t hold back my groan. I was going to come soon. I’ve always been able to come quickly with my toys.
Finally, I looked toward the door, and Tension was there. His hand was down his pants, pumping his cock. His eyes were closed at first, but then I cried out to make sure he opened them and gave me his full attention.
“Yes! Fuck, Yes!” I whined.
His eyes sprung open and he stopped fisting himself. His hand remained down his pants but he froze.
“Shit,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “Watch me.”
“I can’t. I should go.”
He disappeared from my room. He wouldn’t leave my house. That much I was sure of. He’d gotten a taste of who I was, what I was, and he wanted me. He’d stick around. His mind might tell him he should leave, the same way mine told me I should leave Erotic Mayberry, but I knew how much his body desired more.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I said as I arched my back and pushed down on my clit.
In my mind, Tension’s mouth was on my pussy, his strong Italian stare looking me in my eyes as his tongue lapped at my clit. Then I came and my arms went week. I dropped my vibrator down onto the mattress.
Tension wasn’t going anywhere, so I took my time taking a shower and changing into something more comfortable. This time I put on a soft pair of boxer shorts and white tank top. I needed to be comfortable in order to tell the rest of my story.
Chapter 5
Just as I thought, Tension was back in his seat, this time sipping something he must’ve dug up in my kitchen. A tumbler of whiskey swirled around in one hand. His other gripped the armrest.
I sat down on the couch,
choosing the seat closest to him instead of my chair on the opposite side of the living room. Tension sipped from his glass and I thought I saw his hand tremble.
“I’m glad you stuck around,” I said. “I wasn’t finished with my story.”
“That’s why I stayed,” he said.
“Sorry about that,” I said with a nod toward the bedroom and a cheesy grin as if embarrassed that he’d caught me and I had no explanation.
“I’m sure you are,” he replied.
“It’s just talking about all this turns me on I guess,” I said. “Does that ever happen to you? Where you’re telling a story or reliving a moment from the past and you find yourself getting aroused?”
He stared at me and didn’t answer.
“I guess I should go on with my story,” I said.
He nodded.
“Bastian was at work all day and I’d just gotten out of the shower and put on some clothes. I played with my necklace and as soon as I did, I swear a wave of euphoria came over me. I felt so…so…relaxed. I was happy. Every concern I’d had about the rules and regulations and the uneasiness I felt from seeing the neighbors in a full-blown fuck fest in the backyard seemed to dissipate.
I did feel a bit cooped up in the house though and I wanted to get out and see the neighborhood. I wanted to see what this place was all about. So that’s what I did.