The watcher in the woods - Sex Stories

The watcher in the woods

... probed I could feel my orgasm rushing forward, my chest was rising and falling with each electric touch. My mouth fell open and it was all I could do not to scream out loud as the feelings over took me and I came, hard. My whole body felt the force as wave after wave crashed over me, just as Simon called out that dinner was ready. I hastily threw on some casual clothes and with one last glance out of the window, I turned off the lights and went back down the stairs. That night my husband didn't know what hit him. We had the most energetic, wild sex we'd had for years. All the while my mind was thinking about my watcher in the woods. Since then I've tried to get home and have my bedroom time at least twice a week, but I want to do it more, all the time in fact. It's addictive. I've fantasized about inviting my watcher in, having him fuck me in front of that same window. Maybe one day, who knows, but for now I love knowing he's out there watching me. I say it's a he, maybe it's a she. Hmm, I think I know what tonight's fantasy might be now. Author's note: This is a companion piece to my poem "The Watcher." I hope you enjoyed it.