I see the light tricking in around the edges of the blindfold. Without my vision, all sensation is focused on my pussy, feeling your hard penis thrust into me. The cold glass against my breasts, the heat between my legs. Cold and hot, my nudity on display for anyone who can see, my body being used in front of others if they happen to be in the right place, the right time.
My pussy tightens, once, twice, as I feel myself climax around your penis. My legs weak as pleasure rolls over me. I lose myself in the bliss, as my body rocks back and forth in time with your thrusts. I stand there, yours, to do with my body what you will. Wanting. Thrilling. Desiring. Awash in naughty pleasure. Will you come inside me? I cannot take the pill right now. Risk getting me pregnant? The thought thrills me. The risks. Will you pull out, will I be covered in your cum? Sticky, hot. Running down my naked skin. Dripping slowly. Or will it drip from my pussy. I wait in anticipation.
(After he didn't answer the first two paragraphs, I wrote this this. This one is the true part. No idea if I will do it or not)
And now you leave me, hanging, as I feel the need to put my hands down there. I need to go in the kitchen to start my sons food. The kitchen I am closing my eyes and imagining myself in, naked. Panting. Pressed against that glass. The heat. The cold. The eyes watching me. The window that looks on the same apartment where my neighbor caught me. Shirt up. Hands down there. Working their way in my shorts. In me. His eyes. Catching me. Watching me. Will he be there to catch me if I go in my kitchen. Do something. Press myself against the glass? Let my fingers work? Will he catch me again? Will he watch me? Will I run out of the kitchen? Will I keep my eyes closed, so I don't know if someone is there?
(He finally answered me, deciding to cum inside my pussy. Here is my reply)
I moan as I climax again, feeling you fill me. The hot, sticky cum, warming me. I can feel it, inside me. So deep inside me. I open my eyes, taking the blindfold off. Seeing the neighbor. Watching me. Watching us. I can feel my body shake and tingle as my climax continues. Unable to move away from his watching eyes. From his surprised look. We look into each others eyes. No idea what he is thinking. Not caring. My breasts on full display. Staring. Watching. Breathing. Nothing.
(To add, here is something said to someone else about this post)
I feel like playing with myself. My son is in his room, and I need to start dinner. But, I will be there, in the kitchen. The one I can imagine as I close my eyes. The one where there is risk of the neighbors seeing me, if I am topless. One of them has already caught me, shirt pulled up, hands inside my shorts, working their way inside my pussy. Will he see me again? Will he want to watch me? I don't know. Not sure if I will do anything. Or if I will do everything, there, in my kitchen, with its exposed windows.
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