Spying on Sarah - Sex Stories

Spying on Sarah

... I'm already hardening from the sight. I go faster when you do, your hand massaging your pussy while the other takes turns playing with each tit, your hips arching a little at random intervals from the sudden waves of pleasure flooding you. I'm so close, I can even see the damp dark spot forming between your legs on the nightgown, getting wetter with each touch. It's only a minute from then that you sit up for a second, cheeks flushed. My dick twitches in anticipation, from the excitement of what may happen next, from the fear of being spotted. You never look at the window, pulling the nightgown off and carelessly tossing it on the floor, lying back down and spreading your legs wide. When you do, I unzip my pants and pull my hard cock out, the length warm all over from friction. I start stroking when you slide a finger between your wet lips and inside, your body trembling with pleasure as your thumb rests on your clit and begins massaging it in a slow circle. I see you lick your lips and I stroke faster, dying to be the fingers plunging into your slick pussy, the thumb swirling around the sensitive pink nub of your clit, the fingertips squeezing the hardened buds of your nipples. I even want to be the goosebumps now forming along your skin, so I can absorb the heat pouring off of your body. I want to be there between your legs, feeling the heat surrounding, enticing me, your sweet musk a perfume filling my senses, inviting me to go inside while I rub my length up and down ...

... your slick pussy lips. I want to tease you, gently smacking your clit with my cock, putting pressure against it too, rubbing the tip in a swirling motion and making you pant from the slow slippery hot friction of my cock against your hard clit. I want to slip inside you. Even though you'd be soaking wet and I'd be fully hard and lubed from your juices, it'd almost be a struggle. As if my cock is engorged and your pussy is tightening, our sex driven to be perfect for one another. You're going faster now, fingers pumping with more force, but the speed is controlled. You want to take your time and build up the momentum of your release. I'm more than happy to go at that pace, jerking to your rhythm and squeezing the head at times, a few glistening drops of pre-cum already oozing out by the time you get louder, muffled moans of growing ecstasy whispering through the bedroom window. The moans of a beautiful woman, the spread open pussy hungry for satisfaction, both of us lost in our own private need for lust.... all of that and more makes me crave you. I want to go slow when entering you. Only an inch or so every few seconds, your walls stretching just enough to allow me inside little by little, each tiny pulse from the fiery wet velvet clutching my cock so intensely that it sucks my breath away. But I won't relent until every inch is buried deep within your perfect pussy. The further inside I go, the more you'd clench around me. I'd look into your hungry eyes, your mouth slightly ...