I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there illuminated by the moonlight in my bedroom window. Without hesitating, I reached behind me and unhooked my simple white lace bra, before letting it drop slowly down my arms and off of my body.
Again, I didn't have all the curves some girls had. But what I'd considered gawky and too skinny back in high school, I guess I now thought of as slender and sexy. Besides that, Mr. Harding certainly seemed to like my slender frame, and my small but perky and sensitive breasts. And as I slowly bared my body to him then, I could see the sharp intake of breath, the flush in his face, the way his jaw tightened and his eyes flashed at me that told me he was very Okay with what he was seeing.
When my hands dropped to the front of my shorts, I could see his body stiffen all the more, and as he quickly glanced behind him, he dropped his own hand to the front of his jeans and slowly stroked it over the huge bulge growing there. I grinned to myself, feeling my breath catch.
Oh my goodness.
And it was right then that I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He wasn’t just not looking away, or trying to sneak furtive looks. He was standing right in the window across from me stroking his hardness right through his jeans. Even if he didn’t think I could see him already, all it would take was one turn of my head to see him there plainly, and the fact that he just didn’t seem to care if I did had my pussy throbbing with heat.
And so, I made my move.
I turned towards him, my small tits right out in the open for him as I took a deep breath and drew my eyes right up to his.
He may have played it coy before, maybe he’d felt awkward or flustered with our meeting earlier. But here watching me - the girl next door, in my window - seemed to have jolted him back into it all. And when our eyes met, he didn’t dart away, or hide. He didn’t even move his hand away from the bulge in his jeans. Instead, his eyes just flashed fire at me, and I found myself nodding slowly at him as we locked gazes.
I wanted this; I wanted to show him every part of me.
I turned as I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and began to slowly slide them down and ease them over my tight little ass. I glanced at him coyly over my shoulder as I pulled them down, showing him my ass and the tiny thong slipped tight between my cheeks. I could see Mr. Harding groan quietly, and saw his hand began to stroke the thick bulge in his pants harder and more purposefully now that we weren’t hiding or pretending. I moaned quietly to myself, loving that I was having this effect on him; that as inexperienced and young as I was, I could have that sort of power over this much older, much more experienced man. The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him.
As I stood there shyly, half in moonlight and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the side of my tiny panties. I could see Mr. Harding's eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze, I slowly pulled the thin material to the side.
He groaned then, his face tightening and his finger going to the zipper at the front of his shorts. I gasped quietly as he pulled it down for me, and then again as he reached inside. But it was when he slowly pulled his hand back out that my eyes went wide and my jaw about hit the ground when I saw the thick, gorgeous cock wrapped tightly in his hand.
As he held it - the huge, fat shaft pulsing in his fist - I let my fingers slide gently down over the soft folds of my slit. I could see his jaw tighten as I did and he started to stroke his hand up and down his big dick as I began to explore my young pussy for him in the window.
It felt so dirty, playing with my pussy like that for Mr. Harding; so slutty, and that wasn’t a feeling I’d ever felt before. But at the same time, I loved how it made me feel. I love that I was his little barely legal slut, stripping and playing with myself for him like his own private porn show.
Jake's hand was moving faster and faster up and down his throbbing cock, and I groaned and let my own fingers slide deep into my folds. His jaw tightened again as he watched me penetrate myself, watched how the soft light of the moon glistened on my wet, sticky fingers as they slid in and out of my tight cunt. He watched how my young innocent face scrunched up with pleasure as my thumb brushed against my clit. We stood like that, just watching the other as our own pulses raced higher and higher and we both barreled along towards the inevitable; the sexy, totally forbidden and unbelievably taboo inevitable.
With my legs spread and panties pulled wetly to the side, I fingered myself faster and faster, feeling my own desire drip down my fingers from my dewey slit and my aching clit buzzing as my thumb flitted across it. Jake's cock looked even bigger then, and his face flushed bright red as he shuttled his hand up down his enormous dick quicker and quicker. I knew I was close, and I knew that I wanted him to see me.
I wanted Jake Harding to watch me come for him.
As I fingered myself to higher and higher up the cliff to the edge, watching Mr. Harding pump his cock in his fist as the muscles in his forearm bulged, the backdoor to my house suddenly flew open, and the sound of my mother’s voice came calling out. “Chelsea? Chelsea, your aunt wants to talk to you on the phone, are you out here?“
And just like that, as if we both suddenly realized just how totally wrong this was, I found my whole body seizing up as I started to tumble over the edge. With a clenching gasp, I moaned quietly into my bedroom curtains as I came hard around my plunging fingers.
Jake wasn't far behind, and as I watched, gasping through my orgasm, he suddenly jerked rigid as his cock throbbed and pulsed in his hand. Thick ropes of white cum erupted from his cock head and splashed down across the hardwood floor of his office as he threw his head back and gasped.
As I panted and sagged against the window-frame, my body shuddering in the aftershocks of my climax and my panties still pulled wetly to the side, I watched the man who'd taken up and invaded every fantasy I’d ever had pant to himself with his thick cock just pulsing in his hand. He stared across the divide at me, grinning.
Suddenly, we could both hear my mother stomping around the corner of the house, as if about to check the garage to see if that’s where I was. You know, the garage that had a pretty clear view up to Jake’s office and my bedroom windows. I giggled as I watched him tuck his cock quickly back into his jeans and zip up with a flash. He stopped for just a moment and looked back at me, and I winked and blew him a kiss before scampering away from the window.
I hid behind the curtains, watching him leave the room, only to reappear a few moments later downstairs at his back door taking the trash out.
“Oh, hello Jake!” My mother said cheerily. I blushed bright red as I saw Jake jerk his head around at the sound of her voice and force out a smile.
“Hey there, Sarah.” His eyes darted quickly up to my bedroom window. “Hey, uh, thanks again for coming over tonight. Great to see you guys as always.”
“Oh of course!” My mother smiled at him. “Listen, you doing okay with everything?”
Yeah, I’d say he’s doing very okay.
Jake nodded quickly. “Uh-huh, yep. Doing great.”
“Well, you let us know if you need anything. And you know, Chelsea is around for a few weeks if you need a hand with anything around the house.”
I watched from behind the curtains as Jake’s face went a little paler as he swallowed thickly and nodded.