Through the window

Who. Are. You.

I finally make it home and kick my shoes off at the door, throwing my bag on the table. “Ah home sweet home” I say rolling my eyes at the silence through my house. I don’t particularly like living alone, it’s too quiet. I was raised in a very loud household, but honestly it was mostly kids screaming, or drunken rants by my father. I start thinking about tomorrow, and Jacobs visit is already giving me a headache. I know it’s going to be an actual s**t show, it always is. Skylar will be on edge trying to be perfect and impress his brother, and Jacob of course will mock him and remind him how he’s better, and of course, I don’t agree but my opinion doesn’t matter. I’ve only been at Blake Industry for about 2 weeks, but I’ve been very hands on and have developed quite a lot of opinions. I try to brush off the frustration that tomorrow is causing me and heat up some left over Chinese food. Noodles are a comfort food, and I absolutely need comfort. After devouring my food I still feel pretty anxious, and decided I should probably just start preparing for the storm instead of dreading it. Walking into my room feels like a chore with the task at hand, and I start rummaging through the package of dresses Skylar sent until I pull the red one out. It’s beautiful, but seems as if it will be intentionally tight and revealing. Gotta keep up the appearance to compare to Jacob’s girls I guess, I roll my eyes. As I set the dress on my vanity for the morning I hear it. I hear him. The leaves rustling so quietly, but little did he know my window is cracked tonight. I smile with the thought of doing something so new and crazy, and honestly it might be the frustration taking over, but I turn my light out and turn on my lamps instead so the light compliments my idea better. It sounds like he’s stepped to a closer tree since my lighting has dimmed, which excites me and scares me a tiny bit. I briefly wonder if I should stop but I’m far to excited to dwell on it and continue anyways. I make sure I’m standing in a nice spot for him to have a good view, and I start to undress. The leaves crinkled again, is he moving closer again?! As I pull my underwear off I can feel how soaked they are already and giggle. I have a ledge at my window that you can sit on, like a reading nook. But tonight, I definitely won’t be reading on it. I climb up and sit criss cross apple sauce fully naked at the window. I take a deep breath and let any fear or uncertainty leave my body and start playing with my breast. It’s silent. But I feel his stare burning through me and I let out a soft moan. I start brushing over and lightly pinching my n*****s and pushing my breasts together. Oh god this is already so much better than I expected. I start rubbing my hands down my body and get the insane idea to open the window a tiny bit more. Enough to push my legs through and let them dangle out the window. I thought I heard a quiet gasp when I got settled in place, but at this point I don’t think he wants to be known. I once again feel my excitement and then start rubbing my c*** and spreading my legs as far as the window seal will let me, putting my little pink area on display for him. I start moaning out a little more frequently and the adrenaline starts to build as I start to get faster. I can feel my hips grinding against my hand and as I start to slide down further to insert my fingers, I look up and notice his shadow. I can’t see him directly but I can definitely see a shadow, and OH I CAN SEE HIS SHADOW STROKING HIMSELF. He’s getting off to me just as I am to him. That thought pushes me over the edge as I slam fingers roughly and start bouncing my breasts against the window, moaning out loudly for this secret man. It feels as if I can’t breathe almost as a intense feeling comes over me and s***** my juices all over the yard. Wow. That’s new for me. His shadow sped up and slowed down matching my movements so I’m fairly confident he finished too. I start to climb back in my room and right before I shut the window for the night I quickly call out “Thank you..” and shut and lock my window. That’s definitely one way to blow off steam. I look at the time and realize it’s getting kinda late and I should probably get as much sleep as I can before the day ahead of me. I lay in bed pulling my purple silk sheets over me and my only thought at this point is, Who. Are. You.