Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
"Keep it slow. Make him burn," I whisper to myself in the empty room.
Slowly, I turn with my hands over my breasts, but then I draw my hands away seductively, weighing the heavy orbs in my palms before moving my fingers up to toy with the nipples. Jolts of energy run straight from my tits to my cunt and my head falls back with a blissful sigh. Mm, that feels good!
A flash of light greets my eyes and I stop for a moment. That can’t possibly be Corey because he’s too far away, and besides, the light was from the ground. It must have been a passing car, and I shake off the momentary distraction. I’ve got more important things to do.
With another secret smile, I dance in a circle while rotating my hips to the right, and then to the left. My breasts sway as I shimmy, and with a wink over one shoulder, I pull up the back of my skirt to reveal that black g-string again. But this time, I turn forwards and slowly run one hand over my panty-clad pussy, throwing my head back with ecstasy. Damn, that feels good and I’m actually wet too!
But things have only just gotten started. Quickly, I put one foot up onto the sill so that my thighs are parted and so that the outside world has a good view of my most secret space. Then I pull the gusset of my panties to the side, revealing my pulsing pink folds. They’re already wet, and slowly, I use both hands to pull them apart, showing off my stiff clit and wet hole. With one finger, I reach down to tease that opening before going up and circling my clit a few times, moaning musically to this sensuous dance.
But hell, I wouldn’t be called Bad Girl Mags if I didn’t push things to the limit. Slowly, I bring my foot off the sill and then undo the small skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then I pull my g-string off too, but instead of discarding it, I rub the lace over my nipples a few times before putting my foot back up onto the window sill so that my pussy’s fully exposed. Then, I begin inserting the wet material into my cunt. Yes, I’m really doing it. This is obviously more than a striptease at this point. I’m practically a porn star now, and letting out the wild woman within feels good.
Once the lace is buried in my cunt, I take the opportunity to tweak my nipples a few more times, and even turn around to pull my butt cheeks apart, exposing my anus for the man watching. A giggle rises up in my chest because there are quite a few guys who love eating ass, and I have to say that I love getting a nice rim job too. But right now, it’s not about that. With my bottom high up in the air, I reach between my pussy lips and slowly pull the wet fabric of my g-string out. Oh yeah, it’s soaked now, and I let out a low moan, my face contorted with ecstasy, as it reappears from my pussy slit. It feels so good that I actually do come from the heavenly friction, hot juices streaming down my thighs as my cunt convulses, my clit waving stiffly.
With that, the show is done and I stand there for a moment, my hands on my knees, just breathing hard. Goodness, I got carried away, didn’t I? I didn’t actually mean to give myself an orgasm although I suppose that was a nice outcome. I was just intending to put on a naughty show for the neighbor next door. Well, I guess the high school boy got more than he bargained for.
But as I turn back to the window, my hand already reaching to draw the blinds, something catches my eye on the lawn. That’s when I see it. There’s a huge, hulking figure standing on the Sterlings’ grass. I can’t make out the man’s features, but suddenly, I know who it is. It must be Ed Sterling himself, and he probably just saw my entire sex show. Oh shit, oh shit! I thought only Corey was watching, but obviously, his father saw the whole thing too.
I gasp and quickly lower my blinds before turning around with wide eyes. My breasts are heaving as I try to calm my pulse. Oh shit, oh shit. What was I thinking? I only meant to dance for a ridiculous teenage boy, but now his very handsome, very alpha father just saw. What do I do now? I blink, still unable to process what just happened. Is Ed Sterling going to confront me? Is he going to say that I’m a whore, and then tattletale to my parents? Or will he demand something personal and intimate from me as a price for his silence? Only time will tell.