Through the night

The night was completely black. There was no moon to light up the sky, and the stars were hidden by the dense bank of clouds. As he rested in the recliner by the window, he gazed out at the night, his face tilted to the cool breeze that rustled the curtains. The room in which he sat was as dark as the night, the way he preferred it as he looked out to the world. Upon the wind drifted the sounds of the city- the pulsing music from the bar down the street, the chatter of a group of girls down below at the taxi stand, and most importantly- the soft moans and cries of the woman in the apartment directly across the road from him as she slid her vibrator between her legs.

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It had first happened weeks ago when an unusually hot night had him kicking the sheets back and sliding from the bed to stalk to the window in frustration. He had yanked the curtains apart and shoved the window open just enough to allow some fresh, cooler air in. From the corner of his eye he had seen her through the part in her own curtains, sprawled on the bed, legs splayed wide and heels digging into the dishevelled mattress as she arched her back. And then he’d heard her, her cry of release caught by the breeze and delivered right to his ears, bringing him to sudden painful arousal. Slowly he had turned back toward the window, looking toward her and watching as she panted and gasped, writhing wildly. He had been captivated, knowing he shouldn’t be watching such a private moment but unable to turn away, telling himself he would just watch those last few seconds of pleasure. The vow lasted only until his realisation that she was not finished and instead was driving herself to another orgasm. He had just lowered himself into the chair in which he now sat, safe shrouded in the night, and let his gaze remain upon her form as she worked her own pleasure. Since then he had been captivated.

He was never able to resist watching her when the opportunity was there, though she did not fit his usual type. She was tall and full figured where he normally liked small and petite. Her hair was jet black and curled wildly when he mostly went for blondes. She was everything he rarely looked twice at and now he could not look away. The fact that she seemed to be completely wild and uninhibited in the realm of passion had her on his mind and in his fantasies more than he was comfortable with- and still, he would not look away.

Earlier in the night, as he had sat back with the breeze on his face, he’d seen the light come on as she walked from her en suite into her bedroom. He’d hissed in a sharp breath as his eyes raked over her, taking in the sexy night dress she wore. Patterned red and black, it was still sheer and he swore he could see the outline of her nipples despite the distance between them. The halter neckline barely restrained her breasts, her cleavage defined so well he could feel himself hardening just at the sight of her. His eyes had travelled lower, exploring the way the material clung to her generous curves, and the dress ended at the top of her thighs, barely covering her arse and pussy. She’d released the clip that restrained her hair and he watched the curls tumble around her shoulders. A few stray strands clung to her neck and face, still moist from the bath she had just taken.

In the past weeks he had come to realise she had somewhat of a ritual. On Thursday nights, like tonight, she was home earlier than usual. By the time he walked through the door from work he could always hear soft music playing, drifting across the street to his open window. Her apartment would be lit by candlelight, and she would pour herself a glass of wine as she wandered her apartment, dancing. When she went through her room he got a good look at her as she moved and swayed, and he knew it was just the beginning.

Every now and then he would catch a glimpse of her through his kitchen window, and could see as she cooked what always seemed to be a delicious dinner for herself. Now and then he imagined her cooking for him, wearing nothing but that black silk robe she favoured, the one she changed into directly after work... and he imagined her ruining the food as he took her from behind bent over the kitchen counter. After her dinner she would tidy the kitchen, moving gracefully as she cleaned her dishes and put them away. Only then would she come back into her bedroom, and start to prepare for her evening. She would sweep her long hair up from her neck and secure it with a clip, the haphazard style so very sexy to him, collect some things from her drawers and pick up her glass of wine to head into her bathroom. By now he knew she would pamper herself a long while in there, and though he moved about his own apartment and did his own thing, in his mind he was always waiting for her to emerge once more.

On this night, having no extra work of his own, and no friends to see, the wait seemed longer. He had found himself daydreaming, imagining her lying back in the bath tub, surrounded by foamy white bubbles. He could picture her, eyes closed and head tilted back to rest on a bath pillow, the glass of wine resting on the floor as she swept a cloth up and down her luscious body. He was hard before she had ever returned from the bath, and the site of her was so much better than his fantasy.

Earlier this evening, he had watched as she set her empty glass on her bedside table, slid open a drawer and reached inside. From where he sat he could not see the object which she retrieved and placed on the bedside table, and he shifted in his seat, leaning forward to try and gain a better view. He looked on as she turned back the covers and crawled onto the bed. He could barely hold back a groan, seeing her on all fours and her breasts swaying slightly with the movement as she moved to the centre of the bed. She rolled onto her back, stretching out lazily, rubbing her body against the sheets. The skirt of her nightdress rode up high to reveal more skin, showing her completely naked beneath. His cock throbbed insistently, demanding to be released from his jeans, but he ignored it- for now. He wondered if she were wet already, if her clit was swollen and seeking her attention, aching to be touched.

His eyes darkened as her hands began to move, sweeping in long slow stroked from where they lay by her sides, up her thighs, hips, stomach and breasts where she cupped and squeezed lightly. From the way she arched, he guessed she were aroused already, and wished he knew what she did while she was lying in that tub all alone that made her so wanton so quickly when she slid into her bed. She circled her nipples with her nails, flicking and scraping through the thin material of her dress, and he swore he could see them grow and pucker tightly in response. A sharp image of his lips wrapped around the buds, teeth tugging and tongue flicking as he suckled her flashed through his mind, and once more his cock swelled so painfully he had to loosen his jeans. One of her hands reached up, tugging at the knot behind her neck and he saw the material that caged her breasts go slack. She tugged it away, revealing her flesh, and now he could see the dark pink of her nipples, the way she pinched and rolled them. His breath caught raggedly in his throat when she lifted one mound, lowered her head and lashed her tongue over her hard peak. She suckled herself, slowly and softly, before moving to the other breast, her fingers pinching and tugging hard on the twin nub. He watched as she seemed to decide it wasn’t enough, and one hand reached out to the bedside table. Once more she reached into the drawer and pulled out a small box.

He felt the first drop of pre-cum leak inside his pants as she affixed a clamp to her left nipple. He could see her bite her lip as she adjusted the pressure, then flicked the string of beads that dangled from the small clip. When she attached the second clamp, he gave up some restraint and shoved his jeans and boxers to his ankles, freeing his hard length with a sigh of relief. Her hands lowered, and he took in the site of her now- her hair slightly messy, her nipples perked high and secured in clamps, the beads swaying back and forth as she breathed harder. Her nightdress was pulled down to reveal her chest, and hoisted up almost high enough to show her pussy to him. He ached for it to slide higher and as he watched, her hands began to move down her body. Her fingers curled in the flimsy material of her skirt and she began to draw it upwards, revealing the creamy skin of her thighs, and the smooth pussy lying between. Long fingernails began to trace patterns over her thighs, up and down, inner and outer as she teased herself. He waited with bated breath, needing for her fingers to glide between so he could take himself in hand and play with her.

He had watched her, shifting on the bed, her legs moving apart, and one rising to bend at the knee while the other fell to the side. He groaned, she was perfectly exposed to him now, and all he could think about was pressing his face between her shapely thighs and lashing her clit with his tongue. He wanted to lick, nibble, suck on it until she screamed for him, until she was convulsing with pleasure under him like he had seen her do so many times alone. He wanted to feel the rush of wetness as she gave in to him and found release again and again through his touch. He ached for her like no other.

Slowly her fingertips drifted to her inner thigh and then up high. She moved them over her mound, stroking and massaging, a smile playing upon her lips. He wondered if she were freshly waxed, the skin so newly smooth she couldn’t help but touch it all over. Laying her hand over herself, her fingers rested along the length of her lower lips, curling up and down as she strummed them softly. He let out a sigh as his own fingers wrapped around his engorged cock, a shudder rushing through his body at first contact. Another drop of pre-cum wept from the tip, and his thumb swept up and over it, spreading the liquid around. His hips jerked- his flesh so sensitive to his touch and he worked to control himself. He would cum only when she did, and it was a hell of an effort not to do so before.

Still she strummed herself, her fingers slowly pressing deeper and deeper into her slit, parting her lips and revealing the sensitised flesh within. His mouth went dry as she dragged her fingers slowly up her pussy, and rubbed them around her clit. He saw her mouth open in a moan, though he did not hear the sweet sound, too soft to carry through the night to him. Circling around her clit with two fingers, her hips began to move upon the bed. Her thighs spread wider still as he looked on, and his hand began to move over his erection in the same rhythm she used. He knew when she first touched her clit directly because her hips jumped almost violently from the bed, and her hand moves faster between her legs for long seconds. He could see the effort it took for her to drag her hand away from her button, to draw out her pleasure and not fall headlong into a sharp orgasm straight away.

His breathing was ragged, for as she rubbed herself faster, so did he. His cock strained, throbbed as he did, and for a moment he thought he would surely lose control and spill his seed into his hand, over his stomach. Pulling away just as she did, he felt the pressure subside a little, and let out a harsh breath. His free hand was gripping the arm of the recliner tightly, and he let go of both the chair and his cock, flexing his fingers before pushing them through his hair roughly. Watching this woman drove him crazy like nothing else- that was for certain.

Earlier tonight, from across the road and through the window he had watched as her fingers moved low between her legs to slide into her pussy. Her hips rocked as she moved them in and out, her chest rose and fell harder and faster as she panted and gasped, the clamp beads swinging back and forth, glinting in the soft light of her room. Her free hand moved once more to her clit, rubbing slowly as she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. She lost herself in those sensations for long minutes, working her pleasure slowly and sweetly, savouring it instead of rushing to orgasm like he ached to do himself. Silently he had looked on, his hand once more wrapped around his length and moving up and down to her beat, stopping and starting, speeding and slowing as she did until she let her hands fall away from her pussy, fingers glistening with her juices, and she reached to her bedside table, picking up and allowing him finally to see the vibrator she had removed from her drawer earlier.

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Now, he watched as she slid the instrument between her legs and into her pussy for the first time. Her spine arched and her head fell back, the moan she released caught by the breeze and carried through the black night to his ears. His cock twitched, demanding touch, but he was captivated by the sight of her.

Would that be how she looked, if her were cradled between her thighs, pushing his own body into hers? Would she arch to him, digging her feet into the bed to get closer, or would she lift those legs around him, and pull him to her greedily? As he watched her glide the vibrator in and out, he imagined himself pulling her legs over his shoulders, watching his cock slide in and out of her, coated in her wetness. He could almost hear her sweet voice, asking him to drive deeper and harder into her tight pussy, moaning quietly in his ear as his cock moved within her. He pictured flipping her over, tugging her onto her hands and knees. He would wrap his hand in those long curls, pulling her head back and making her back arch, and thrust into her from behind, fucking her hard and deep as his long body covered hers.

Another breathless moan brought him back to reality, and reality was getting unbearably hot. Her entire body moved on the bed as she fucked herself, the vibrator no doubt turned to its highest setting as she worked it in and out, her hand almost a blur as she did. With her other hand, he saw her adjust the second, smaller arm, to rest over her clit. He watched the vibrator flash lights, and she let out a cry, sharper and higher than before, and he knew that the vibrations were now also on her button. She never lasted very long to her first orgasm when she did that, and now he started to stroke his cock again, squeezing a little tighter, rubbing the head a little faster. Her legs stretched out before her, her toes curling as her pleasure built and her head moving side to side. With her free hand she played with the clamps, whimpering from the mixture of pleasure and pain they brought her. Her thrusting movements became longer and harder as she pushed the vibe as deep as she could get it, tilting it to rub against her tender spot. Her moans came louder to his ears, almost constant, and he knew she was close to climax.

Before his eyes her body went rigid, the expression on her face exquisite torture as she ground the vibrator against her pussy, and then with a scream her body bowed with orgasm, lifting wildly from the bed before convulsing uncontrollably. Her thighs clamped shut around her hand and vibe, locking the sweet vibrations to her sensitive flesh, and she moaned desperately with pleasure she couldn’t control. His hand tightened on his cock, pumped it harder. He could feel his own body tensing, the pressure coiling in him as he watched her. He was so close, but he waited. He waited until she went still, panting hard, her free hand pushing her hair back from her face. He waited as she pulled the clamps off, hissing in a painful breath and throwing them aside. He waited until she began to move and work herself to a second orgasm, as she always did. This time, when she found it, he would join her.

He watched from his window as she pulled the vibrator from between her thighs and slowly sat up. For a moment he wondered if he was mistaken and she was done, until she moved onto her knees. She grasped a pillow, pulled it toward her and straddled it before rising up as high as she could. She positioned her vibrator beneath her, and slowly sank down over it. He groaned out loud, shivering as he watched her, the angle of her body just right so he was almost directly in front of her. One hand held the vibrator as she began to ride it up and down slowly, her entire body moving. Her breasts swayed with the motion, and her other hand went up to cup them, pinch and tweak her nipples. Cautiously she removed the hand holding the dildo in place, and a smile captured her lips when it stayed as she moved, the soft pillow and motion of her hips just enough to keep it from shifting. With both hands free to roam she swept them over her body, up through her hair to push it away from her face, and she moved faster, her body rising and falling, and he watched the vibrator disappear into her pussy.

As she moved, riding her toy, he lost himself to imagining her right there on his lap, straddled and riding him hard, her breasts bouncing with every movement. He could bend her back over his arm and suck and bite her nipples as she ground onto him, he could rub her little clit until she came all over his cock and made him cum deep inside her. So many things he would do with that lush body of hers, given the chance.

Her breathy cries brought him once again back to the moment, the gasps a sure sign she was going to cum again. His fist tightened on his cock, and he pumped up and down the length faster, pre cum leaking freely from the tip. His hips jerked in the chair, a grimace of pleasure on his face as he held back, waiting for her. Her hand had slid down once more to rub the clit even as the vibrator thrummed against it. Her hips slammed down over the toy, like she needed to be filled as deep and hard as possible, and she fell down over it hard once last time, a cry tearing from her lips as she rode into another orgasm. Her body shook hard, hips rocking back and forth as she came, whimpering softly, and only now did he let his own pleasure take over. With a hard gasp he bucked into his hand, and felt the first wave of orgasm. His flesh swelled and pulsed, and his cum spilled from his cock, splashing over his hand and stomach. He groaned out loud as she moaned, the last waves of pleasure moving over her as his had just begun. His eyes remained fixed on her form, aware of her slumping forward still trembling lightly while his entire body shook violently.

When he came down from his high she was still slumped on her bed. As he reached for a towel to wipe himself clean, she stirred, her head lifting and a lazy smile on her face. She rolled over and sat up, pushing her hand through her hair and rubbing her sore nipples with the other. He watched her pad to the bathroom on shaky legs to clean herself and her toy and his eyes lingered on her back and arse as she walked. When she emerged, her nightdress was once more done up, and she walked the room blowing out candles, slid the vibrator back into its drawer and climbed onto the bed for the second time that night.

She looked up, out the window, and smiled before blowing out the very last candles beside the bed.