He had been waiting for what seemed like hours. In reality not even one full hour had passed. Doing nothing when you’re waiting just seems to drag out every minute that much more. He started to think she might not show up. But he persisted. He knew that this was the time she usually arrived home. She was nothing if not consistent. Wait just a little longer, he thought to himself, and you’ll be rewarded.
He heard the front door open and the hallway light being turned on. He looked at his watch in the dark. Like clockwork. The excitement started to grow in him in anticipation of what was to come. He remained quiet, not moving a muscle. This was one of his favorite parts. Waiting to see what she would do. How she would do it this time. How far she would take it. She regularly surprised him and that’s why he kept coming back for more. What would she do tonight?
He held his breath when she turned on the bedroom light. She couldn’t see or hear him but he didn’t dare even exhale. From his hiding spot he watched her step out of her shoes and slide off her dress. Slowly, gracefully. When her bra fell to the floor he slowly unzipped his pants. He was fully hard before her panties had even hit the ground. She walked to her bed and let herself drop onto it, remaining motionless on her front for a few moments. Then her hand reached under her body and between her legs. She liked doing it this way, he knew from experience.
He couldn’t see what her fingers were doing but he had a clear view of her face and her moving hips. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth the moment her fingers slipped between her lips. The moaning started, quiet at first as usual. He began to stroke, never taking his eyes off her. She spread her legs further, moving her hips faster now. He knew she had pushed her fingers deeper into her wetness. Her moans became louder, some being groaned into the open, others into the pillow. He didn’t have that luxury. He had to stay quiet in order not to get discovered. It was always such a damn challenge.
His grip became tighter as he breathed through his clenched teeth. His juices were flowing freely and he knew he wouldn’t take long that night. He rubbed them into his shaft for lubrication but kept staring at her, never letting her out of his sight. A number of times he had to hold himself back. He wanted to enjoy her for as long as he could. It was uncomfortable in the confined space he was in but it didn’t matter. As long as he could watch her and keep stroking, that’s all that mattered.
Her moans began to mix with swear words as her fingers slammed inside her. She would cum quickly tonight, too. It seemed that both of them had been dealing with some pent up frustration and needed to get fast relief. And it was approaching like a speeding train. She screamed out, oblivious to anyone watching or even hearing her. Her fingers kept pushing until she stopped in exhaustion and buried her face into the mattress. He had to bite down hard onto his lip to keep from yelling out himself when spurt after spurt shot into the darkness. He didn’t stop until the last few drops ran down his tight grip and he began to breath again. When he opened his eyes she was gone and her room was dark. It was time for him to leave.
He wasn’t a pervert or a voyeur. At least that’s what he told himself. He was just a man who enjoyed watching this beautiful woman pleasure herself. It just so happened that she wasn’t aware of it at the time. What was wrong with that?
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