I know he's out there, watching.

I've never seen him, but I can feel him. I can feel his eyes on my body. I can feel his passion, his desire for me. Oh god, I love that feeling.

It all started a few weeks ago. I got home late from work one evening. The trains had been a nightmare for some reason and I was feeling tense when I eventually got home. Simon was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner so I went straight upstairs and got into a steaming shower. It felt so good to let the stresses and strains of the day wash away. After an age I stepped out of the shower, wrapped the large soft towel around me and headed into the bedroom.

Our gorgeous house backs onto some lovely woodlands, which at first made me feel a little uneasy, but now I find quite comforting, being that close to nature. This time of year it gets dark so early and by now it was pitch black outside. I went to the bedside table and switched on the lamp. I never put the main light on, preferring the softer glow of the lamps. I walked over at the large picture window and was about to reach for the curtains, when something caught my eye. I saw, or perhaps I just thought I saw, a reflection of something coming from the trees at the end of the garden. I paused. Was someone out there, watching me?

What happened next surprised even me. The thought that someone might be out there, watching me right at that moment sent a electric spark running up and down my spine. There were butterflies in my stomach, and a warm rushing between my thighs. I'd never thought about that before. I'd never once even hinted at being an exhibitionist, but right then the feeling overtook me. In a instant I decided to not let on that I'd seen anything.

I turned to face the full length mirror and let my towel fall to the floor. Now I may well be in my mid thirties, but I'm very proud of my tight young looking body. My breasts are high and firm, my stomach flat and my arse is peachy round. With my wet hair falling around my shoulders, I started to brush my hands over my chest, all the while imagining what he outside was thinking, what he was seeing, how it was turning him on.

I gently cupped one breast, running my fingers over it slowly, until my now prominent nipple was pinched firmly between finger and thumb. I gave it a squeeze making myself gasp with pleasure. I hoped he could see me. I hoped he was hard.

I closed my eyes and let my hands wander wherever they wanted. My right hand played with my left nipple while my left hand slipped down between my slightly parted thighs. My finger tips slipped over my soft downy fuzz, still wet from the shower, and edged apart my moist lips, wet from excitement. I arched my back a little as my index finger found my already swollen clit. I turned my head a little to the side, looking out of the window briefly. I could see nothing but darkness, but I knew he was out there, his hard cock in his hard, working it furiously as I played, teased and pleased myself.

As my fingers played and probed I could feel my orgasm rushing forward, my chest was rising and falling with each electric touch. My mouth fell open and it was all I could do not to scream out loud as the feelings over took me and I came, hard. My whole body felt the force as wave after wave crashed over me, just as Simon called out that dinner was ready. I hastily threw on some casual clothes and with one last glance out of the window, I turned off the lights and went back down the stairs. That night my husband didn't know what hit him. We had the most energetic, wild sex we'd had for years. All the while my mind was thinking about my watcher in the woods.

Since then I've tried to get home and have my bedroom time at least twice a week, but I want to do it more, all the time in fact. It's addictive. I've fantasized about inviting my watcher in, having him fuck me in front of that same window. Maybe one day, who knows, but for now I love knowing he's out there watching me.

I say it's a he, maybe it's a she. Hmm, I think I know what tonight's fantasy might be now.

Author's note: This is a companion piece to my poem "The Watcher." I hope you enjoyed it.