She looks like perfection, moving about in that frenzied manner. After some complicated hip thrusts and wild arm circles she takes a break, glistening in her beautiful sweaty bra and shorts. Plunking herself down on her bed, she jams a straw forcefully into her Capri Sun and downs it quickly- not even savoring the flavor… I would savor her… hold her… never let her go… ever.
She stands quickly, stretches her arms a bit then gets back into her exaggerated twirls and pirouettes. Oh, just seeing her, half bared for the world, I get chills! Shifting uncomfortably, I try to adjust my posture rustling some leaves in the process. She freezes at the foreign noise and glances around her cream colored room. I shrink back into the shadows of the dusk and gulp silently, swallowing down the urge to force my way through her open window. She shakes her head and walks back to the center of her room, presses play, runs through the dance once again. Satisfied at the end, she smiles and las down on her grey flecked carpet breathing heavily.
The rise and fall of her chest brings me inching forward towards her window… just imagining her squirming under me has me licking my lips in anticipation. She gets up after a few minutes and walks into her bathroom. As the sound of crashing water starts up, I imagine her standing with the water cascading down her full and perfect form… wishing I was that water droplet… traveling down her hills and valleys… down… down… down… until I’m no longer on her. So caught up with my mental imagery, I almost miss her walking back into her room in nothing more than a large T-shirt. Climbing into her fluffy duvet, she doesn’t notice me suppress a loud moan at her paragon form.
As the lights blink off, I finally come up to her ledge and smile. Soon I hear the soft endearing snores signaling my cue to enter.
Another night of her screams and my pleasure ensues.
