I wake one morning to the sound of rain through my open window. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I drag myself out of bed and pull the curtain aside to reveal the dreary day. The sky is thick with moisture and grey as far as I can see. The rain is coming down in a steady drizzle. I don't even bother pulling a robe on over my silky, light blue nighty as I head to the kitchen for my morning coffee. I run my fingers through my long blonde, sleep tousled hair and head for the porch with my coffee and laptop.
I settle into one of the patio chairs that faces the neighbors house and open my laptop to check my email. I have been in my new house for about a month and it has become routine to spend my mornings on the porch. I enjoy my porch because it is almost entirely surrounded by trees and the birds that live in them serenade me into a great mood every morning. From the corner of my eye I notice that my new neighbor, Mack, has found a new morning routine also, as he tries to discretely watch me from his window. He looks so sexy standing there in nothing but a pair of jeans and no shirt. I open up my email and pretend not to notice his presence.
A grin crosses my face when I see that my new online friend has sent me a new recording. It is number seven in a series of recordings that have made me almost crazy. The recordings had started out innocently enough as I found out about his accent and wanted to hear his voice. They, soon afterwards, turned into a series of stories that featured me being sexually satisfied by him and a friend of his. I quickly open up the recording and turn up the speakers, anxious to hear what they were going to do to me next. I lean back in my chair and shut my eyes as the sound of his voice begins to drift from the speakers. His story quickly turns into a visual image of the two men covering me with oil and their hands begin to roam my body. The thoughts send a shiver running through my body as the excitement of two men makes me instantly wet. Soon my hands begin to roam my body just as the story says.
The moisture in the air has sent a mist over my body, saturating my hair and the thin silk of my nighty, making it cling to me and I am certain that from his post at the window, Mack can see every feature of my body.
The light mist feels good against my skin and the sound of my friends voice sends my body into a frenzy as my hands begin to massage my breasts. My nipples harden against the silky fabric and I lightly squeeze them, rolling them around in my fingers. A small moan escapes my throat as my excitement builds and my hands begin their way down to my inner thighs. They slowly make their way back up the smooth skin of my legs until they lightly brush my smooth pussy lips. The slightest touch sends a shiver through me and I run a finger gently across my clit.
The recording ends but the images from the story are still playing in my mind. I open one eye to peek over at Mack. I can see him standing in his window, rubbing his erection through his jeans. I wonder if he knows that I know he is watching me....
I relax a little further back in my chair and spread my legs a little more. Parting my lips with my fingers, I massage my clit and and let one finger slide inside. It is so wet and feels amazing and my hips begin to move upwards towards my hand. My other hand makes it's way back up to my breasts and begins to pinch my nipples. The pleasure takes over and I begin to moan out loud.
Suddenly, I feel my wrists being grabbed and pulled away. I open my eyes to see Mack on his knees in front of me. He is still wearing only blue jeans and his body is glistening from the walk across the yard to my house. His hair is soaked and matted to his forhead. God, did he look sexy as I innocently smiled up at him.
"Not today." He said in a low voice. "For the past month you have been doing this to me and I can't take it anymore!"
"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, the smile leaving my face.