James Hetfield, My New Neighbor

Chapter 7: The rain of pleasure

*sexual contact ahead*

The week has already started. Monday was a quick day. Slow but customers come and go. Talking with the customers made time go by fast. But all day I didn't see much of James. Actually I haven't seen him at all. Then I remembered he does work on cars so maybe he is very busy.

Over night, I did heard his car arriving. I was already in bed but once when I heard his car I got up to peek at the window. I was sure he wasn't gonna see me. My light was off and my curtains are too dark.

With my right eye peeking down looking at his car just parked outside in front of the garage. I had a good view. Then the car door opened and he came out with a gym bag. He closed and locked the car. As he was walking to the back of his house he stopped for a moment. He looked up at my window. This time I knew he couldn't see me. The look on his face was like he was deep thinking about something. Was it me? Or something?
Then he shook his head and continue to get inside his house.

I never felt so attractive to a man like him. I don't know if this was love or lust. But everything about him, I just think over and over. I walked back to my bed and got into the overs. I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. Thinking about him. How much I wanted him. I got too aroused and I wanted to touch myself. I still felt wrong for wanting it.

But he can't read my mind. No one can't.

I left hand was on my left breast. I started to move my fingers around my nipple. Imagining him kissing my breast. My right hand slowly went down from my chest to inside my pj pants and made it's way through my panties. I felt my shaved pussy lips. I move my fingers around d to get me more wet. Then I used my middle finger to touch my clit. I started to imagining him with me in my room. Going down on me. Kissing me down to my breast, down my stomach and then eating me out.
I was chewing my lip and my eyes were closed for the imagination. I kicked off my covers and I played with my clit faster and twisted my nipple harder. My imagination went to James body and his voice. I wonder what he would sound moaning so I made it up in mind and it got me more wet. I was making soft low moans. I started to remember the night I saw him through the window with his shirt off and his tattoos showing. I then started to cum. I shivered and almost said his name. With deep breaths I stopped after cumming. I felt sweat and my finger was full of liquor my imagination caused.

I dont know if I could say if I was in love or just wanted lust. I then fell right to sleep. In my mind I said "Goodnight, James. Sweet dreams"