Sinful Temptations (Addictive Erotic Stories)

It was very hot outside, and I could feel the afternoon sun bleeding in from the windows, casting lazy rays of gold across my bedroom floor. I sat on the bed at first but then laid back to get comfortable. The heat was seeping through my the thin clothes I wore, slowly. I turned from one side of the bed to the other, tey Ng to get even more comfortable. Until... I slipped my hand down my tummy. The heat grew as my fingers went down between my legs, slowly applying light pressure on my heat. I moaned softly as my mouth parted, the pleasure was slow but it was there, building up as my fingers pressed lower to my p***y. I got on my back, pressing against the pillows, my legs spreading slowly. I bent my knees just enough to catch the faint breeze slipping through the open window. My shirt was bunched beneath my breasts, n*****s were already hard beneath the soft fabric, the cool air was steady, blowing against my heated body. Soon, my fingers slip into my panties, sliding steadily over my c**t. The wet sound of my own touch filled the room together with my moans, it was obscene and unashamed, just the way I loved it when I was sure no one was watching. Except today… someone was. I didn't notice at first, I was too busy pressing my fingers against my c**t, running my middle finger along my slit and feeling the sticky juice coat it. My eyes were closed as I imagined a c**k so hard and thick pressing on it and making sure it was properly coated. "Fuck...!" I breathed out and I was sure hot puff of air came out. My hips lifted to meet my hand, breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as my fingers pulled various sensations out of me. But then something tugged at the edges of my awareness, an itch, a prickle at the back of my neck. I opened my eyes but didn't know why I turned my head toward the window. And that's when I saw him. My neighbour. He stood at his own window, no more than fifteen feet away from mine, framed perfectly by the afternoon light like some shameless sin. His forearm rested against the sill, his body angled toward me, watching. He didn't flinch when our eyes met, nor did he look away. My first instinct should've been to grab the blanket and cover myself, to hide and shut the window close. But I didn't, I want this. I wanted him to continue watching shamelessly. My eyes shifted from his eyes to his other hand and I saw him moving it in slow, deliberate strokes. I watched his hands run up and down the thick length of his c**k and gosh, was it thick. Just what I wanted. He removed his hands and I flinched, wanting more but hen he took off his top and he was shirtless, completely exposed and unapologetic about it. The muscles in his forearm flexed with each pull and I caught myself craving those touch. My stomach flipped, heat pooling low in my belly in a way that was entirely wrong and far too intoxicating to stop. I should have been horrified but the throb between my legs told a different story. My fingers didn't stopped moving along my slit. If anything, they pressed harder, slipping faster over the swollen bud. My breath hitched in rhythm with his movements, his chest rose and fell steadily, but there was a tension in his jaw, a darkness in his eyes that pinned me in place. I dragged my fingers lower, carefully parting my folds, teasing myself, dipping into the wet heat before circling up again. I wanted him to see me masturbate, watch me finger myself till I passed out...gods help me, I wanted him to watch every single second of it. His lips quirked into the faintest smirk, like he knew exactly what I was thinking, maybe he had the same idea, for me to watch him stroke his c**k until he was cumming. His strokes quickened, his knuckles brushing the V of his abs each time he slid down. I couldn't stop staring, at the veins that ridged along his shaft, the thickness of it, the way his thumb rolled over the head of his c**k, the slight curve that made my mind flash with filthy possibilities. The room felt hotter now, my skin was damp with sweat as I continued. Every drag of my fingers sent sparks through my core, every breath I took matched the rhythm of his. I could almost feel him in me, thrusting hard and relentless as my fingers matched the beat of my imagination. I threw my legs into the air, sticking my fingers deeper into my heat and pulling them out stained and coated with my juice. A low sound slipped from his throat as he watched, half groan, half growl, and that was my undoing. I felt my body tightened, my toes curling tightly, hips jerking up against my hand as pleasure crashed over me in waves. I bit down on my lip, eyes locked on his as I rode the orgasm, shamelessly shaking under his watchful gaze. He was right there with me too. His head tipped back slightly, his hand working faster, his body tensing until a long, shuddering groan slip from his throat. Thick ropes spilled over his fist, each one dripping down, and still, his eyes never left mine. We were both panting, both flushed, the air between us humming with something that felt far too intimate for two people who had never even spoken. Suddenly, reality hit me and I blinked. What the hell had I just done? My cheeks burned with embarrassment as if the sun itself had caught me. I scrambled upright, tugging my shirt down quickly, but not before glancing once more toward him. He was still there. And he was smiling at me like he had just caught me in the act. With a trembling breath, I slammed the window shut, yanking the curtains across the glass and laid on the floor, back against the wall, my hands covering my chest. But even in the dimness of my room, that smug, knowing look of his stayed burned into my mind.