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Winter Nights, (voyeur-exhibition)
It was getting colder and the days were getting shorter. This time of year usually made people a little sad but she always felt emboldened, a little bit more alive. She turned the shower on as hot as it would go and took off her clothes while staring at her reflection in the slowly fogging mirror. She unhooked her bra and smiled at her erect nipples, suddenly kissed by the chilly night air. She took the undergarment and gently grazed each straining nipple with the delicate lace, relishing the light friction against her sensitive skin. She turned around with her back to the mirror and hooked her thumbs on each side of her underwear, taking her time easing them down her hips, appreciating the feminine curve of her cheeks as they slowly peaked into view.
The shower felt incredible and she took her time enjoying the feel of the smooth bar of soap gliding effortlessly up and down her arms, across her chest, circling each breast, then lightly trailing a path down her stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
She loved her bush, the hair easily lathering the soap, and the sharp contrast to her otherwise smooth skin. She rubbed her hands up and down her legs and over her backside while her fingers danced playfully between her cheeks, momentarily pushing a finger against her sweet hole before continuing on, leaving it aching for a little more attention. She washed her tired feet and stood under the shower head, her chest rising and falling with each steam filled breath.
With the reluctance of one leaving their lover’s bed, she turned off the shower, and wrapped herself in a soft warm towel that had been hanging close by the radiator. She quietly padded barefoot across the wood floor to settle in her favorite armchair beside the window overlooking her street. The fire she had started earlier set the room aglow, and she otherwise sat in darkness beside the window gazing at the Christmas lights on neighboring houses below.
Her skin quickly dried from the fire’s heat and the pressure from her crossed legs was starting to wake up her sleepy clit. She moved her hips a little, then a little more. The easy undulations lazily rocking her body. Her hand slipped between her legs, inside her folds, slipping in and out sliding in a familiar wetness she knew all too well. She brought her fingers to her face, and slowly breathed in, excitedly smelling her own unique scent. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting and sucking them before quickly returning them back to the warmth between her legs.
The fire in the room, and the embers she skillfully stoked in her pussy, quickly heated her up, and she threw open her towel, roughly squeezing her full breast with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. Her eyes were closed and she was quietly moaning when she suddenly felt someone watching her. She looked down and beneath a nearby streetlight she saw a heavily clothed figure leaning against the pole half illuminated, half hidden in shadow.
Her fingers froze and she sank down low in her chair trying to obscure the man’s view. She continued to watch him, and after some time had passed she saw a barely perceptible nod of his head, perhaps urging her to continue? She continued to watch him, and she saw him fumble with his pants before pulling his penis into his hand. He brought his hand up to his mouth then back down again, slowly rubbing his shaft, all the while his gaze locked on her window. He nodded again.
Perhaps it was the late hour, or perhaps she liked the attention, either way she sat up unashamedly in her chair and began squeezing her breast again. He motioned with his other hand beckoning her forward, and she boldly stood up and came to stand in front of the window. She thought she saw a smile cross his face. She felt powerful, like a Siren. She pressed her nipples to the cold glass with her arms over her head, her bush a shadow between her legs. He continued to stroke himself.
She kept one arm above her head, hand splayed wide against the glass holding her up, while her other hand crept quietly back to her pussy. She found she liked him watching her, and as his strokes intensified she found her own fingers fucking her pussy more forcefully. She could barely stand, and her face slipped in the condensation from her breath against the glass.
She was getting closer, she felt it coming- the familiar tingling building between her legs. But she needed something more, something to push her over the edge. “You’re such a slut, fucking yourself for a complete stranger. You like this don’t you, you’re a dirty dirty girl” she thought to herself. “I am a slut,” she whispered against the glass, her body suddenly erupting with surrender, her hips bucking wildly against her hand, her outstretched arm clenched in a fist against the glass above her head, while her body erupted in convulsions.
When she had finished, she looked down at the man below as he began violently pumping his cock through his hand, until his body began to convulse and shudder as well. She panted in the aftermath of her own orgasm as she watched him enjoy his own, knowing his cum had shot across the pavement just for her. She smiled, looking down at him. He smiled back, raised his hand to his head as if to tip his hat, and faded quietly back into the shadows.