Behind the curtain of rain. That night you were not at home. You had called to let me know that You would be late and yo

Behind the curtain of rain. That night you were not at home. You had called to let me know that You would be late and you didn't say how late. I was very sorry because since the afternoon I really wanted to make love. I tried to watch television for a while, but I ended up turning it off. I read a little, but I couldn't really get it out of my mind. mind and my desire. I decided to take the bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. It had cooled down for when you arrived. It had even crossed my mind the macabre idea (given how cold it was outside) of pouring some on your navel, which I liked so much and drink from there. I always had a hard time opening it. you did it; I even spilled something on the floor. I only cleaned the one on the neck of the bottle with my tongue imagining things, the kind that I usually think about. Me I resigned myself to drinking only from my glass and decided to have him accompany me. I observed his face on the cover of the CD and I thought that it was not the one of my dreams, but that for the moment would be good. Soft and sensual music began to invade the entire house. I turned off the lights, lit some candles, those aromatic ones, and opened the curtains of the room. large window that overlooked the garden. It was raining a little, and at the time it was very little It was likely that someone from other houses looked through his window and could snoop around. towards ours. When I thought about it, perverse ideas came to my head, that would possibly embarrass even you. The taste of that delicious wine, my favorite, it filled my taste and my sense of smell ¾Good choice. You're an expert, I thought. I went to the room to get a small bag of red velvet: my treasure. I took her with me. I drank two or three drinks slowly, enjoying sitting on the soft carpet, in front of the window from where I looked at the plants in the garden that were hit by the big raindrops that were falling harder and harder. I also looked at my dim reflection in the window, brought on by the darkness outside and the weak flickering light of the candles. My body felt comforted by the effect of the wine and I began to lose with me herself the few inhibitions she might have. I wanted to caress myself, feel me as I had done so many times thinking of you and your mouth running with lust every inch of my body. I knelt down and rested my butt on my heels. I wet my fingers with a little wine from my glass, brought them to my lips. Fingers and lips caressed and possessed each other. I lowered my hands my neck and my chest. I untied the lace of the robe I was wearing: it was satin blue, so soft that I couldn't help but caress myself over the fabric, moving my body to the beat of the music in a subtle dance. The soft touch, added to the contour of my figure I really loved it. The robe opened and in reflection I could see my breasts that were showing slightly. I caressed them with both hands all over their contour. I remembered my treasure and took out of the bag a small bottle that It contained oil, the kind that has flavor and warms the skin. I took off my robe that fell softly on the carpet and my blue panties were visible. lace. They really were beautiful. I poured some of the oil into the palm of my hand. and I caressed my breasts again, 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 saw a strong light and Shortly afterward I heard the crash of lightning that had probably struck not too far away. far. I was startled, but I didn't stop stroking myself. I opened my eyes on instinct and When I looked outside without moving from my place, I could see how in one of the windows of the second floor of a neighboring house, the curtain was opened a little. Surely it was someone who looked out when they heard the lightning. I stayed motionless for a few seconds. The idea of taking my robe and cover myself or get up and close the curtain. But I didn't do it. In the neighboring window The silhouette of a male figure was drawn who, looking at me, closed the curtain to hide. About thirty seconds passed, and through my brain paraded all my exhibitionist fantasies, which were faced with not a few arguments to my remains of modesty. I stayed there, my arms were over me thighs and my eyes did not leave the window; I didn't know what would happen. Of soon the curtain opened again, now completely, and the silhouette appeared again. I couldn't make out his face; I only managed to draw with small light reflections on the naked torso of a young, apparently mature man perhaps, but well cared for and strong looking. I didn't see his eyes but I was I was sure he was looking at me and I also wanted him to do it through the rain curtain I started to move my hands up my thighs and over my waist. gently. The feel 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 lowered one hand and brought it there, to my lips. Touch on the panties gently and slowly, as I have always liked to do. He man at the window was still there motionless. I felt more and more excited. Me I sat up and began to take off my panties, touching my body to the slightest provocation. When I finished doing it I stretched my entire body slowly, in a way sensual like waking up. My nipples were completely erect and I caressed them giving them small pinches. At times I raised my tits from below, as if offering them to my spy. I also caressed the inside of my thighs, my waist, my hips, in a solitary dance, totally surrendered to the sensations. I opened the velvet bag again and took out my little friend A big, soft rubber penis that vibrates when I want it just by press a button and it is my companion when you are not there. (Do you remember when ¾ dead laughing¾ I told you that I would never dare to buy one? Well you see....) I took it in my hands and I took it to my mouth. I sucked it with my tongue like I had done with the bottle of He came and as he 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 he was surely doing the same with my spy. I was a few minutes like this and then lower it. I lay down on the carpet and flexed my knees resting my feet on the ground. I offered my spy an excellent view of my sex, I opened my lips with my hands, caressed my clitoris and put my finger index finger in my vagina, moving it gently while with my thumb I continued lavishing accurate caresses on that provocative little button of the most delicious pleasure. I moaned, sweated and my breathing accelerated. The sensations ran all over my body magnified by the curiosity of knowing I was observed and desired. I took out my finger and replaced it with my little friend, turned it on and put it in my vagina. My body tensed and I raised my hips and moved them at the rhythm I wanted. It marked the beautiful toy that was inserted to the bottom. With him inside and on With a slow movement I changed position and got on all fours showing my butt to my spy. I continued the thrust into my vagina until I felt how it An orgasm was approaching. Surely it wouldn't be short and repeated like the ones always I got when I played with my little friend. It was shown, perhaps due to morbidity and excitement, like a long and deep orgasm, like the ones I usually have when I'm with you. I moaned loudly as the tingling and strong sensation of heat They ran through my entire body until they left me dizzy. Exhausted I let myself fall on the rug... A few minutes of total calm must have passed...only the noise of my breathing and that of the rain. Just the mixed and sensual aroma of the candles, the oil and my burning body. The music had stopped playing I know what time. I then heard the sound of the keys in the door. It was you. Me I sat up and turned quickly to the window; I could only see how the curtain it was closing I managed to stand up and cover myself with the robe before You entered, but I hadn't finished doing so when I felt your hands on my waist. I had forgotten how much I liked it when you caressed my waist and I felt a chills run through me. You came close to my ear and whispered to me "I see you've missed me. Did you have a good time?" I just nodded my head and made a light moan. ¾Now I'm going to compensate you for my delay...shhh...don't explain to me. nothing...it's like you're dreaming...just enjoy... ¾. You caressed the inside of my thighs because you knew that with that you could kill me and you began to move your hands up my body at the same time that you Breathing was heard labored. I was flooded by my freshly experienced orgasm. and for 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 while I shivered at the feel your tongue run over my neck...