I like the way the light outlines the curve of my hips and bottom and the little glimmer of it that shows between my thighs makes my pussy twitch at the memory. There is moisture there, his and mine, swirled together into a damp sticky mess. You can’t see my face but it is flushed and bright as I watch the world pass by outside our window. The warmth from the sunlight kisses at my breast just as his lips had done moments before. I remember stepping up to the curtain and drawing it aside, the street is disappointingly quiet but then it is a Sunday morning. I am looking for someone, anyone, you….where are you?
I want you to see me, with my tousled bed hair, my well kissed lips, my bruised nipples and my still throbbing pussy but you have let me down. I want to pull the curtain right back and show you what I am. I want to see your eyes as you catch sight me, are you shocked? Do you stop and stare or does your embarrassment cause you to drop your gaze and hurry on? Are you embarrassed for me or maybe for you, after all you were the caught in the act, what were you thinking looking up here anyway, nosy bugger.
I stand and wait for you, hiding my naked body behind the sumptuous heavy material of the curtains. I am shy and yet beneath my timid surface lurks a greedy exhibitionist drawn to the light of the day like a moth to a flame. My eyes hunt for you, scanning the street over and over but it seems you are determined to disappoint me. In the end boredom drives me from my hiding place and I slip back into the warmth of the bed with a sigh. If only I had known that you were behind me all along…
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