Being watched.
Chapter One
(He’s out there; she just knows he’s there, watching her undress and telling her what to do.)
She trudged tiredly into her flat kicking the front door too as she went.
It had been a long day, a VERY long day and she was feeling very discontent with her lot in life.
Pippa strolled into her bedroom unbuttoning her blouse as she went. She caught sight of her reflection in the full length mirror on the other side of the room and hesitated mid step. God was that really her? Her hand resting on the third button of her lavender coloured blouse. Her pink polished nails of her perfectly manicured little pale hands flickered under the artificial lighting.
Her auburn curls had been ruthlessly pulled back into a severe knot at the back of her head. Her green eyes looked tired and weary in her pretty but stressed looking face.
She looked like the hardened business woman she had become. Her thirty five years looking more like forty five at that moment.
She raised her arm to release her knot of hair and allowed it to swing down free past her shoulders; there, that was much better. She went back to that third button and - watching her reflection she continued to undress.
As each part of her body was unveiled she would lovingly stroke her skin. She reached the last button on her blouse and so she allowed it to slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor behind her.
She gazed at her reflection, the lavender lace of her bra resting lightly on the swell of her breast, just brushing against the nipple in a prickling, tickling kind of way. She raised her hand and gently stroked the soft skin, before reaching back to unclip the garment and allowing it too, to fall to the ground.
She continued to caress the breast and she gently pinched at the pink nipple, making it hard and sensitive, and to throb just a little bit.
When both nipples were hard and her stomach couldn’t take much more of her, - self teasing, she reached back to unzip her skirt and allowed that to also fall to the floor.
She turned back to the mirror to study her curvy figure now that she was almost naked. Her full c cup breast and her tiny waist. Those rounded hips that a man had once told her were just made for child bearing. She had dumped him soon after that foolish comment.
She was a career woman through and through, with no intention of having children, - not ever.
As she studied her reflection, a flicker from the corner of her eye caught her attention.
She turned in that direction trying to figure out what had changed.
The flat opposite; - a light had been on! She was certain of it.
She studied the darkened window opposite hers trying to see movement inside the darkened room.
As she stared intently into that darkness; she could almost feel someone staring back at her. She could feel a burning gaze, boring into her very soul.
As she looked into the darkness, – there was suddenly a movement.
She could just make out a silhouette, tall and broad across the shoulders, a man’s silhouette.
She walked closer to the window and reached up to pull her curtain across.
Again there was the slightest of movement across from her, but this time there was the hint of urgency about it, as though he were trying to stop her from obscuring his view.
Without thinking she allowed her hand to drop back down to her side again, and a sense of gratitude and satisfaction washed over her.
How long she stood there naked and in full view of the unseen spectator; she couldn’t have said afterwards.
Suddenly there was another hint of movement across from her and as though he’d voiced an instruction to her, her hand went to her breast, to cup and to caress, to tweak and to tease.
Her hand crept down of its own accord to slide between her legs and then between the lips of her sensitive pussy, her fingers sought that moist centre that was throbbing and aching to be touched.
She could feel his eyes boring into her, could almost hear his breathing as he watched her masturbating for him.
She rubbed harder and her eyes widened before drifting closed.
Again there was the sense of something, as thought someone had called to her in the darkness.
‘Look at me!’ he seemed to call.
Her eyes flew open, seeking to find that shadow, as her excitement built and spiralled....
There! Just as her eyes found him in the darkness her orgasm washed over her, causing her to cry out with pleasure and joy and despair.
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