Behind the rain curtain. You weren't home that night. You had called to warn me that you'd be late and you didn't say ho

Behind the rain curtain. You weren't home that night. You had called to warn me that you'd be late and you didn't say how much. I've been sorry because since the afternoon I felt really eager to make love. I tried to watch TV for a while, but I ended up turning it off. I read a little bit, but I couldn't really get it out of my mind and my desire. I decided to take the bottle of wine out of the fridge that had set to cool down by the time you got there. It had even passed through my mind the macabre idea (given the cold outside) of emptying a little over your navel, which I liked so much and drink from there. I had a hard time opening it, always You did it; I even spilled something on the floor. I just wiped the one around my neck. of the bottle with my tongue imagining things, of which I usually think. I I resigned myself to drinking only from my glass and decided to make myself accompany myself for it. I watched his face on the cover of the CD and I thought it wasn't my dreams, but that by the moment would be fine. Soft and sensual music began to invade the whole house. I turned off the lights, lit some candles, those scented ones and opened the curtains of the large window facing the garden. It rained a little, and by the hour it was very little someone, from other houses, was likely to look out their window and be able to snever towards ours. When I repaired in it, perverse ideas came to mind, that would possibly embarrass even you. The taste of that delicious wine, of my favorite, filled my taste and smell 3/4Good Choice. You're an expert3/4pense. I went to the room to look for a small bag of red velvet: my treasure. I took her with me. I drank two or three glasses slowly, enjoying sitting on the fluffy carpet, in front of the window from where looked at the garden plants that were hit by the great raindrops who were falling harder and stronger. I was also looking at my faint reflection in the window, caused by the darkness outside and the faint trembling light of candles. My body was comforted by the effect of wine and I began to lose with me herself the few inhibitions she might have. I wanted to caress myself, feel as I had so many times done thinking of you and your mouth walking with lust every inch of my body. I swelled up and rested my ass on my Heels. I wet my fingers with some wine from my glass, took them to my lips. Fingers and lips caressed each other. I put my hands down my neck and my chest. I unsealed the drawstring from the robe I was wearing: it was satin blue, so soft that I could not help stroking myself above the cloth by moving my body to the beat of music in a subtle dance. The soft touch, added to the outline of my figure I really loved. The robe opened and in reflection I could see my breasts peeking out slightly. I caressed them with both hands in all their Outline. I remembered my treasure and pulled out of the bag a small jar that contained oil, of those that taste and warm the skin. I took off my robe which fell softly on the carpet and my blue panties of Lace. They were really beautiful. I emptied some of the oil into the palm of my hand and I stroked my breasts again by taking them from below rubbing the soft skin and squeezing at times. I closed my eyes to enjoy my own caresses. Suddenly, through my closed eyelids I distinguished a strong light and soon after he heard the roar of a lightning bolt that had surely fallen not very Far. I was discouraged, but I stopped stroking myself. I opened my eyes instinctively and as I looked out without moving out of my place, I could see how in one of the windows on the second floor of a neighboring house, opened the curtain a little. He was probably someone who peeked out when he heard the lightning. I stayed motionless for a few seconds. Through my head passed the idea of taking my robe and cover me or get up and close the curtain. But I didn't. In the neighboring window drew the silhouette of a male figure who as he looked at me closed the curtain to hide. About thirty seconds passed, and through my brain paraded all my exhibitionist fantasies, which faced not a few arguments to my remnants of modesty. I stood there, my arms were upon my thighs and my eyes did not separate from the window; I didn't know it would happen. From soon the curtain reopened, now completely, and the silhouette appeared Again. He could not distinguish his face; I was just trying to draw with small reflections of light the bare torso of a young man apparently mature maybe, but well-kept and strong-looking. He didn't see his eyes but he was sure he was looking at me and also wanted me to do it through the rain curtain. I started raising my hands up my thighs and down my waist Gently. The touch of the oil on my skin was delicious, I touched my abdomen and I reached my breasts again, caressed them again and felt more and more like my sex was filled with moisture. I put one hand down and took it there, to my lips. Touched over the pant softly and slowly, as I've always liked to. The window man was still there motionless. I felt more and more excited. I I incorporated and started taking off my pant touching my body to the youngest Provocation. When I finished doing it I stoed my whole body slowly, so sensual as if to despair. My nipples were totally upright and the I caressed them with little pinches. At times I would lift my tits from down, like offering them to my spy. I also caressed the inside of my thighs, my waist, my hip, in a solitary dance, totally delivered to the Feelings. I opened the velvet bag again and pulled out of there my Buddy. A large, soft rubber penis that vibrates when I want it with only press a button and you're my companion when you're not there. (Remember when 3/4 dead laugh3/4 I told you that I would never dare buy one? Well, you see....) I took it in my hands and I took it to my mouth. I sucked it with my tongue as I had done with the bottle of came and as I had done with you a few days ago. I put it in my mouth and I sucked and licked in a way that would have made you go crazy with pleasure if you were You... and that I was probably doing the same with my spy. I was a few. minutes like this and then lower it. I lay on the carpet and flexed the knees resting my feet on the ground. I offered my spy an excellent view of my sex, I opened my lips with my hands, I caressed my clitoris and put my finger index in my vagina moving it gently while with my thumb I kept provoting certain caresses to that little provocative button of the most delicious Pleasure. I moaned, I was going up and my breathing was accelerating. The sensations ran all over my body magnified by the morbid knowledge observed and desired. I pulled out my finger and replaced it with my little friend, turned it on and put it in my vagina. My body was tightening and I raised my hips and moved them to the rhythm that marked the beautiful toy I had tucked in to the bottom. With him inside and in a slow movement I changed position and got on all fours showing my ass to my spy. I followed the in-out in my vagina until I felt it an orgasm was approaching. Surely it would not be short and repeated as those who always I got when I played with my little friend. It was shown, perhaps by morbidity and excitement, like a long, deep orgasm, like the ones I usually have when I'm with you. I groaned loudly as the tingling and the strong feeling of warmth they ran all over my body until I got dizzy. Exhausted I dropped on the Carpet... It must have been a few minutes of total calm... only the noise of my breathing and that of the rain. Only the mixed and sensual scent of candles, oil and my fiery body. The music had stopped playing no I know what time. Then I heard the noise of the keys at the door. It was you. I I quickly incorporated and turned to the window; I just reached out to see how the curtain it was closing. I managed to stand up to cover myself with my robe before I you came in, but I hadn't just done it yet when I felt your hands around my waist. I had forgotten how much I liked you stroking my waist and I felt a chill to walk me around. You approached my ear and whispered to me 3/4Veo that you have missed me Did you have a good time?3/4I just nodded and emitted a slight groan. 3/4Now I'm going to reward you for my tardiness... Shhh... don't explain Nothing... it's like you're dreaming... just enjoy... ¾ . You stroked the inside of my thighs because you knew that's what you could kill me and you started raising your hands up my body while you breathing was feeling choppy. I was inundated by my newly lived orgasm and because of the sensations that your skin has always caused me. I looked at the lonely window of the neighboring house and then I closed my eyes as I shuddered at the feel your tongue go around my neck...