Chasing The Sun

Chapter 8 - Look me in the eyes

Tom had been kneeling down, trying to remain still, for over 10 minutes. His muscles started to hurt and he knew he had to stretch or he'd soon get a cramp. Speaking of tense muscles, watching Amada had for sure awakened lil' Tom again. And for the past few minutes, his hand was feeling himself, rubbing the length of his manhood.

As he tried to shift his body weight from his right leg to his left leg, Tom caught a glimpse of Amada in the window to his right. His heart almost stopped! From that point, he could see her from a different angle, and she was looking directly at him!

Though her facial expressions were hard to make out from the distance, and darkness, Tom almost recognized a brief smile on Amada's face. Now he really didn't know what to do. After a few seconds struggling with his options, Tom stood up very slowly as to not disturb the balance of powers in the room. He kept his hand on himself, as much because it felt terribly good as to let Amada see that watching her had aroused him immensely. She was incredibly sexy like that, her legs spread apart in the distant darkness, her skin lit from the occasional warm red light from the fireplace facing her. Her hand was moving in rythm, the details were very blurry from where Tom was but the overall visual was very erotic. Tom thought now would be the right time to make a move, so he took a few small steps forward.

To his surprise, Amada immediatly froze and her head shook a clear "no" as her legs started to close. She didn't say a word. Tom stopped in his tracks, but Amada had stopped caressing herself. What had just happened? What did he do wrong?

Tom took a step back, and immediately, Amada smiled and her legs started to open up again. Yet she was still not moving. He took another half step back and Amada's hand started moving again on her mound. This was maddening to him, his hand was still holding himself and he could feel he had grown harder, clearly aroused by Amada's little mind game. As she became at ease again from the distance she had imposed between them, Tom moved his right hand towards the front of his pants, slowly opening his belt and taking it off. Next he unbuttoned his jeans in no hurry and dared to pull the zipper down. Amada was staring at him, nodding her approval in the distance. As his pants slid down, Amada's legs seemed to spread open a little wider, her hand moving a little faster. Without thinking, Tom slid his right hand inside his boxers and finally managed to grab himself fully, freely. His hold felt delicious and, for the second time tonight, he heard Amada moan.