Love you to Death

Do I smell?

They dropped me off at my apartment much later, and tripped my way to my floor. I am not wasted but I would say I am feeling just right. I have no problem getting up to my apartment except a few stairs seemed to get taller or shorter as I went up them. 

I go to my living room and notice the light is on in the apartment across from me, His apartment. I don't see anyone moving around, and I feel like a stalker looking. What the hell would have happened if I saw him? I go to the kitchen and get some water to start the rehydration process. I go out to have one more cigarette. I start thinking about the bar, and kissing in the booth. His big soft pink lips. The way he smelled, and the dangerous smile he had. How he held my wrists over my head keeping me from getting away. I should have been scared, but I wasn't. Not even a tiny bit scared. I was turned on and ready. He could have had me there if he wanted. I wanted him to take me there. Then take me back to his place or mine. I want to go all night long with him over and over again. Shit, I am jonesing so bad.

I get back inside and I see the light turn off and the curtains flutter in his living room. I guess he's home. And here my pathetic drunk ass is desperately wishing I had found out how big a vampire's dick is. I am pretty sure it would have been big if the size of his body is any indication. Not to mention the more than a handful I grabbed at the bar. Crap, I am going to have to take care of this myself. I would much rather have someone else do it for me, but I am here alone. I realize I am standing there staring into his apartment. I close the glass door. He has no idea what he is missing. I have a very bad idea. It won't hurt anyone if I do it.

I am just drunk enough to have the courage to go through with it. I make sure the curtain is completely open and turn on my table lamp by the couch. I look at his door to see if I see any movement. There is a small opening in the curtain. I don't see anything, but I think I can feel him watching me. Which Is making me even hotter. I take the sheer top off and drop it on the floor. I turn towards the wall so he sees my back and undo my bra. I dropped it on the floor. I bendover at the waist and undo my shoes. Then kick them off. I stand up straight. That part probably didn't look very sexy but it had to be done. Then I shake my hair out so it covers my back. I undo my skirt, and let it fall to the floor. I have nothing on but thigh highs, and panties. I am not sure what to take off next, or if I should leave one or both on? I cover my breasts with my hands and turn around. I sit down on my couch and take my hands off my breasts. I make sure to arch my back and shake my hair out again. I move my hands over my breast, down my stomach, and toy with the waistband of my panties. Then I start to slowly pull them down. I toss those aside and lean back on the couch spreading my legs wide. I run my hands down my neck to my chest. I hold both my breasts in my hands, and tease my hard nipples.

I picture him watching me through the curtain. I hope he is aching just as bad. I hope he is so hard it hurts. I want him to see what he should be doing to me. I slide my hands furth down my body, and rub my inner and outer thighs. I am so turned on now that I start moving my body. Almost involuntarily rolling my hips. I let my hands wander between my legs. I bring my knees up keeping my legs spread. He'll be able to see my fingers slide in and out of me this way. I insert one finger to start and moan. I want him inside of me so bad. I hear a crash from outside but I don't stop. I start going faster and add another finger. It's not enough. I want more, so much more. I use my other hand to rub my clit. I gasped and my head went back. I can't control myself. I am going to cum. I know exactly how to touch myself. I know the speed, pressure, and angle to make it happen quickly. I turn my head to face his door, but I am too self conscious to keep my eyes open. It's going to happen soon. I know he can't hear me but I say his name. He is who I want inside of me now. Thinking of him inside me pushes me over the edge. I say his name when I cum and again when my legs shake from continuing to touch myself after my orgasm. I give myself a minute. I was really wet and decided to shower before bed. I stand up with a giant smile on my face. I shut my curtain, go take a shower, and then pass out in bed.