The Watcher - Sex Stories

The Watcher

I look up at the window and I see you there within. You're dressed in nothing but a towel the light shines on your skin. You just got out the shower I've timed my visit well. You don't know I am watching and that makes my penis swell. I look around me carefully before I dare unzip, and look back just in time to see your wet towel slowly slip. Your pert breasts bouncing gently in the soft light from your lamp. I wonder how your pussy feels when you are warm and damp. I start to stoke so slowly as you gently dry your chest. I watch you pinch your nipple. oh, you really are the best. I watch you as you close your eyes imagining a touch, as your slender seeking fingers glide down to your moistened crotch. I see you gasping silently, your fingers find the spot. I wank a little faster then, you're just so fucking hot. Your body rocking back and forth your fingers still in play. I wish that I could watch you playing each and every day. I see your body trembling one hand now in your hair. It's just to much for me to take. I cum into the air. My quaking body slowly calms, I lean back on the tree. I wonder just what would you think if you knew I could see. I'm your watcher in the tree outside. Your biggest fan, it's true. Your dirty little voyeur who delights in watching you.