Muff jumps from her perch in the window and threads her furry body along my ankles. I pick her up. “Look, Muff, I know you don’t have a lot of experience with dogs, but I checked Bull out, and you’re just going to have to be nice to him.”
She meows, and I rub my chin along the soft fur between her ears. “I know he’s big, but he’s a sweetie.”
She purrs in my arms, and I walk with her through the apartment to the bedroom. Settling down on the bed, she curls into a ball, and I go to the bathroom to strip off my clothes and take a shower. I have more cupcakes to deliver tomorrow with it being Christmas Eve and all.
I shower quickly, and the whole time my thoughts remain on Lincoln. I wrap my body in a towel and walk back into my bedroom, drying off on the way and tossing the towel into the hamper. I’m about to grab a nightshirt from the dresser when I spot myself in the full-length mirror and stop.
I hate seeing myself like this. I stare at myself in the mirror, taking in the curves and all the imperfections. My hands go to my hips, and I can pinch more than an inch there. I stroke along my belly, looking at the soft lines I have there from the yo-yo dieting I did when I was younger. And then my hands come up to my breasts. I cup each of them, feeling the weight in my hands. Men supposably like large breasts, but I’m sure mine should be perkier than they are. I turn to the side, looking at the roundness of my waist.
There’s no way Lincoln would be into me. I’m not sure what I was thinking, taking cupcakes over to him. What did I think? He was going to take one look at me, eat one of my cupcakes and be smitten? Right!
I sigh and finally my eyes find my face in the mirror. I’m about to look away when a sudden movement in it has me spinning around.
I look out the window, across the lawn to Lincoln’s house next door. He’s standing in the window across from me, drapes open wide. The whole two weeks I’ve been here, those curtains have never been opened, and then tonight, of all nights, he’s standing there watching me. I gasp, frozen.
I should scream. I should cover myself, turn off the light, or do something, but I can’t. I’m frozen to the spot... and that’s when I see it.
He’s stroking himself. His cock is long and hard. His pants are around his thighs as he grips himself and is moving his hand from the root of his manhood all the way to the tip and then back again.
I’m watching him while he’s watching me. I can feel my whole body heat and between my thighs get slick. This shouldn’t be turning me on, right? I shouldn’t be enjoying this.
His face scrunches, and in one quick movement, he lets go, pulls his shirt off, drops it to the floor, and then goes back to jerking himself.
His lean chest and firm abs are all flexed and hard looking.
I’m still standing here, completely naked, my hands down at my sides. I should close the blinds... but I don’t.
His movements quicken, and his hips start to move. I can’t look away. I just can’t.
His hips are bucking, his forearms flexing with every movement, and his jaw is pulled tight in concentration. But the whole time, his eyes are on mine. Even from here, I can feel the hot path of his gaze on my body. The insecurity and feelings from before are long gone because there’s no doubt right now that Lincoln is attracted to me. He’s hard, and he’s jacking himself off to watching me.
I wait for him to finish, ready to see the cum spurt from his tip. In anticipation, I slide my hands up my hips, across my stomach and then knead my breasts. I roll the hard tips of my nipples between my fingers. It feels so good. I moan and almost close my eyes in ecstasy before I pop them open, not wanting to miss his grand finale.
He’s eating it up. He’s moved closer to the window, not caring who’s watching at this point. Anyone walking on the lower sidewalk could probably see him, but he’s not thinking about that because right now, all he’s thinking about is me.
He puts one hand on the glass as he strokes himself with the other. He’s close. Damn, he’s so close. His hips jerk uncontrollably, and before I know it, there’s streams of cum shooting from him, falling to the floor. The orgasm hits him hard, and his eyes clench closed. I watch as his dick twitches in his hand, wishing I was across the lawn in his bedroom with him.