I know you are there at your window, watching me as I pour myself a glass of very cold white wine. I slowly slip off all of my clothes except for my thigh high stockings and heels and walk… no, strut... out onto my deck. It’s Monday and almost midnight - time for me to perform and for you to observe and appreciate.
I get comfortable in a soft patio chair. I enjoy the feeling of the nice breeze on my body, which is also bathed in moonlight. .We are close to a full moon. I know I look very good and I know you can see me very well and that pleases me.
I take a nice deep sip of wine, and lean back in the chair. I look directly at your window - are you touching yourself? - as I place the clamps on my nipples and tighten them just enough to give me that delightful "shiver." I wonder for the 4000th time who invented these delightful instruments. I must have at least twenty sets, but you know that, don’t you. I tug the dainty chain connecting the two clamps and marvel at how my nipples swell and how I feel the ripples of excitement flowing throughout my body. I love doing this.
I get out of the chair and get down on my hands and knees and begin to kiss and lick the wooden deck very slowly so you can imagine yourself beneath me, lying on your stomach. You can feel me as I inch my tongue upward from your heels... up each calf... inch by inch... then stop at that soft, tender, sensitive spot behind your knee and lick, kiss and suck hungrily at the soft, sweet flesh there.
Do you like that? Of course you do... you love it!! You moan softly as I continue higher... up the back of your thigh to the delightful fold where your thigh joins your buttock. I bite and kiss you there, then slip my tongue inside your crease and lick you there as well...up one side and then up the other. You know what I am doing to you. You can watch me and feel it.
Now I turn, facing away from you, still on my hands and knees, giving you a splendid view of my bottom. I reach behind myself and grasp my buttocks and pull them wide apart so that you can see my wet, throbbing pussy. Wouldn't you just love to thrust your face in there and lick and suck my labia? The thought of that excites me so that I become even wetter... my juices forming a moist pool on the otherwise dry wooden deck.
I lick my fingers then slip them between my legs so you can watch me from behind as I caress my hood, free my clitoris and slip inside my opening. I stroke and probe faster and faster, my hips rocking, my breathing labored. I rub my pussy with two fingers… up and down the lips and then back and forth across my throbbing clit. I take the chain that connects my nipple clamps together into my mouth and use my tongue to pull the clamps upward and make my nipples even harder and even hurt a bit. Then I slip a finger just inside my other opening and press furiously until I experience an intense gushing orgasm.
I slowly get up and drop back onto the chair. I lift my legs up and hang them over the arms of the chair so you can see how wet and swollen I am. I take another sip of wine. I sincerely hope you enjoyed my performance... I wonder if I made you cum. But it really doesn't matter. I will be back again next Monday night no matter what. I enjoy doing this far too much to ever stop.
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