Outside looking in

He always felt so special when he watched her. She wasn’t shy about her body. Her beautiful curves, full breasts and hips. So many women hid behind clothes....lies, tried to be something they weren’t. Not her...

She was the most honest person he knew. When she put on these little shows for him he thought he was the luckiest man in the world. He never knew when it would happen, but when it did, when he was lucky enough to see, it was as if time stood still.

Sometimes it would start with a light brush of her hand across her nipples. So subtle that most would just consider it a casual gesture. But he knew....he was hard wired into her subtleties. Being around her, loving her the way he did created a heightened sense of awareness in him.

Tonight, the gesture was so quick, even he almost missed it. She was reading, curled up in her favourite blanket when suddenly she stretched her legs and ran her hands across her hips and closed her eyes. She always read before bed, so she was already dressed her night clothes...a simple T-shirt but so sexy. Often she slept nude and would use it as a cover up until she climbed into bed. Just one more thing he loved about her.

In these moments he learned to sit still, just watch...if she became distracted the moment would be over. He could always have her later.

After the casual brush across her hips she became so still he thought she had fallen asleep. That would never do. He was already hard against his zipper and the one thing he could do during her shows was relieve himself. Although lately, he waited, he wanted her with all of him. He wanted her to feel what he did to her...no holding back. She would know how much he loved her.

At that moment she suddenly sat up and quickly removed the oversized T-Shirt she was wearing and then lay back down on the bed. Was she going to sleep? No...not tonight....she couldn’t. This was supposed to be the night he gave her everything. Just when his own panic began to set in he saw her slowly rub on finger across her lips...wet the tips of her finger with her tongue. She had never done that before...what was she up to? Slowly, her moistened finger trailed up and down her tummy, teasing the band of her panties and the wire of her bra. Up and down, he was sure she was feeling heat from the movement. He thought he could imagine a trail of fire everywhere her finger touched and he wished it were his fingers doing the walking. Especially, next when she quickly slipped both her hands up under her bra and released those full breasts. Hers had nipples that were dark with arousal. And she placed them just for him. Up over her bra so it acted like a corset, propping her beautiful tits right at him.

Once again she slowly licked the tips of her fingers and trailed them across her nipples. He wasn’t sure he could take it tonight. He had held back so much lately that he wanted to stop her with his own hard cock...right now. But No! She was so special...giving him this special show. How many women would do that he wondered. Some...but not like this.