Spying on Sarah - Sex Stories

Spying on Sarah

I was sneaking around late at night outside, biding my time to come to your window. I've been doing this long enough around here to know when people sleep, know who's awake at night, and have a select few favorites that I look in on depending on which night of the week it happens to be. You're my favorite and have been for a while now. I see you during the day when we all go about our daily routines like the reliable moving gears and hands of a clock. But at night that clock changes to something more primal and unpredictable, our true natures revealing themselves behind walls and closed doors. That's what drives me to do what I do. I want to see who people really are when they believe that no one's watching them. The trees and constant wind keep me out of view, muffle any possible sound I might make while I watch you change into a thin blue nightgown. The material looks like silk, the shade like a cold, clear winter sky, covering your skin now, nothing else worn beneath. I'm just out of your line of sight at the bedroom window and I am about to go after seeing you change. I've been here before and on each night you either lie down and read for a while or go straight to sleep, the quick tease of watching you change is the only thing I'll see, I lightly grab and squeeze myself when you are naked. But tonight, you lie down in bed with no book, the light turned low, splashing a soft golden glow along your body as your hands cup your breasts. Who knows? Maybe a part of you left ...

... the light on out of habit. Maybe a part of you is turned on at the small possibility of being seen in our quiet neighborhood. This is a stark contrast to the woman I see around here during the day, the woman who is friendly to all but reserved, your true personality a mystery carefully masked beneath the polite interactions most of us execute so effortlessly in front of one another, like the carefully memorized lines and stage directions of a script. We've seen one another before, politely waving while driving by, striking up friendly, but superficial small talk when running into one another in the aisles of the grocery store we both like to shop. But what I start to see now is what I've looked for so many nights here, a glimpse into the nature we both hide by day coming to the surface. The sensual essence unleashing, the animal in you gradually taking over. You go slowly at first, playfully squeezing your tits, pinching and tweaking your small nipples until they harden. Still cupping one breast, your hand slides down between your legs. You're so close to me, only a window and several feet of space separating us. And knowing that you don't see me here watching you take the time to touch your gorgeous body, turns me on even more. I go at the pace you set, rubbing myself through my pants as your legs part. You rub your pussy slowly through the nightgown's thin material, your eyes closing, mouth opening a little and even though I don't hear you, I know you're softly moaning and ...