An Unlikely Dominatrix - pt 1

It was on a night like this that I discovered his little secret; my room was too warm and no matter which way I lay, I couldn’t get comfortable in bed. Swinging my legs out of bed I padded across the thick carpeted floor to open my window, to try and get a little air, the bright light and flicker of a shadow from his bedroom caught my eye. Darting back behind my window frame so he wouldn’t see me I watched him. He was lying back on his bed stripped to the waist in just a towel. I watched as he stood and walked to his closet, opened the door and let his towel drop to the floor at his feet. I gasped in spite of myself; he had long muscular legs lightly dusted with hair, perfect high buttocks that tapered in at the base of his back, his broad shoulders rippled as he searched through the closet. I stood transfixed at the image before me. Hoping, praying that he would turn around and let me have a glimpse of what I yearned for. He was starting to dress, sliding white boxers up over his legs; only, they didn’t seem to look like the normal men’s cotton shorts- these seemed to be looser somehow, made of silk. I gasped when I realised that he wasn’t wearing simple men’s boxer shorts but ladies silk French knickers. He ran his fingers gently over the rear of the fabric smoothing it down and pulled a matching camisole over his head. I stood speechless as the object of my desires admired his reflection in the mirror, running his hands down over the lace trim of the camisole and over the prominent swelling in his knickers; he walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed before pulling white nylon stockings up over his legs. I watched as he lay back, running his hand over the outline of his now rock hard cock through the silk of his panties. I could see the muscle jerk against his hand; he parted his lips in a moan and reached his hand inside the panties removing his throbbing prick from its silken confine, his hand wrapped around the shaft slowly working up and down. I felt the answering throb of desire from between my thighs and in a mirror of his actions; I started to rub my fingertips gently down my stomach, towards my aching pussy. I felt my legs tremble as my thumb brushed past my clit, pushing two fingers into my cunt. I gasped, and started to pump myself with the same leisurely pace that he was using to jerk his cock.

I was so turned on by how his body looked in those panties, how comfortable he was and how he was expertly working his cock. I wanted to feel those fingers on me, pulling me close to his silk clad chest. I groaned at the thought and worked my fingers quicker inside me, struggling to keep my eyes focused on this erotic display before me.

Then it happened, his cock jerked in his grasp and the cum flowed from the tip, spattering over his hand, the silk cami and the bed, at the same time my own orgasm hit me hard, my stomach muscles contracting, and a gush of fluid from my pussy that coated my fingers, hand and the tops of my thighs. I leaned against the window frame in an attempt to catch my breath but my movement must have startled him; his eyes flew automatically to my window and he saw me, standing watching him, my fingers buried deep inside my pussy. He smiled in my direction, stood up from the bed and walked towards his window and pulled it shut; kissing the palm of his hand, he blew a kiss at me and closed his curtains. Leaving me wondering what the fuck had just happened, had he known that I had been watching him all along? Had he been watching me, watch him?

I tumbled back into bed and woke the next morning with the desire for him stronger than ever. I walked into the bathroom in a daze and stood under the hot spray till it ran cold, all the time in my mind picturing how good he had looked in the silk cami and panties, and just how much I wanted him.

As I toweled off and dressed I made my mind up, married man or not, I had to have him. And judging by last night, he wanted me as well. I dressed quickly, deciding to wear a pale pink satin Basque and thong set, pulling on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a white wrap round sleeveless shirt, pushing my feet into a pair of flip flops, I headed towards the back garden to catch a few rays as I tried to figure how I was going to get closer to him. Pulling on a pair of sunglasses I lay down on the grass listening to the sound of a lawnmower in the distance.

I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew I was hit by icy cold water. I gasped aloud and looked around to see where it was coming from; it was coming through the hedge, from Tom’s garden.

I yelled out. "Hey what do you think you’re doing?"

The water stopped and all of a sudden this head popped over the fence, it was him, my cunt throbbed with desire. "Shit, sorry, did I get you?"

I glanced down at my clothes, feeling the water trickle between my breasts and down over my legs, the dampness making my tight cut offs even tighter and turning my white shirt almost transparent. "You think? I’m soaked through."

He grinned sheepishly at me. "I’m sorry Elizabeth, what can I do to make it up to you?" The desire was evident in his voice.

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