LET'S GET TEMPTED: A COLLECTION OF 50 EROTICA SHORT STORIES

CHAPTER ONE BLUE I knew he was watching me… from the first night. And that was because I could feel his eyes on me. That was the difference. The men in the club stared with their d***s. They drool with their d***s stretching against their pants, grab their wallet and stray while tapping my jiggling ass. But he stared like I was a god on earth. So I gave him a show. My living room is my stage. There was a chrome pole bolted into the ceiling, mirrors on one wall, and a bluetooth speaker that shakes the glass. Every night, I face from 10pm to 12am, practising the flexibility of my waist with music so loud I could feel it in my p***y. Then my eyes caught him again. Tall, dark with an expensive silhouette, standing at his window across the fifteen feet of air between our glass houses. His hands sat calmly in his pocket as his eyes stayed glued to my body. I should have closed my blinds, instead, I turned up the music, dropped my robe and danced like I was being paid a million dollars a minute. His d**k grew so large and hard it pressed against the glass. That was three weeks ago. And now it was a ritual. He'll pour his whiskey, sit at the designated sofa he'd gotten to watch me while I oil my skin and move like water. He never looks away or smiles. And every night, around 11:30, he'll undo his pants and let that thick, veiny d**k free, stroking the meat while he watched me dance. Tonight was different. He has made me a rather horny b***h. I wasn't wearing anything under my silk robe, not even a thong. I step into my living room and press play on Catdi B's WAP, letting the bass sink into my chest. He was already there. Taking slow and steady steps, I catwalked to the window, swinging my hips left and right as I used my palm to trail my still clothed skin. I turn around, pressing one palm flag against the cold glass as I made a slow curve until my breasts were kissing the glass. He stepped closer go the class, his palm running slowly along the surface of his pants. His d**k was already hard. Oh I f*****g love that. My n*****s were already hard under the robe. Then I untie my robe, letting it pool to my feet. I’m completely naked, with nothing between my brown skin and his hungry eyes but air and two panes of glass. He squeezed his duck gently, his eye still fixed on me. Finally taking his seat on his designated sofa, he slowly worked his zippers. I turned my ass to the glass, touching my toes and shifting even closer until my wet p***y was touching the class. I wiggles my ass, my breast swinging with the same motion. I'm sure he could see the strip of hair I keep because real men don’t need a bald little girl. My n*****s was probably harder than his d**k right now. I walked closer to the pole, holding it and lifting myself up. I split my legs wide, twerking in that position as I twirled around the pole. My eyes caught his movements again as he bent his elbow slightly, tilting his head back a bit, but his eyes still remained on me. That’s right, rich boy. Watch. I came down again, my hands still on the pole, then I spun slowly. My legs wrapped around the steel, my hair whipping back. My back arches until I'm upside down and my p***y is osb yknthe ceiling and to him. I release one hand, using one hand to keep my balance as I used the other hand to trail slowly on my wet p***y. “s**t!” I muttered to myself, against the loud music. I trailed my middle and ring finger along my wet folds, circling my c**t as I turned my gaze to him. He pumped his hand on his d**k faster, keeping his gaze stubbornly on me. “Daddy likes that huh?” I whispered to myself again, throwing my own head back. I caught myself stylishly when my other hand got weak from holding the pole. “f**k!” When I come down, I faced him and smiled. The tip of his glistening c**k caught the light, and it made my p***y throb again. “f**k… I wanna ride on that p***y like a slutyy cowgirl.” Slowly, I crawl to my window on all fours, like a cat who knows she’s about to get cream. I stop right in front of the glass, knees on the floor as my chest heaved. Then I spread my legs wide and began to touch myself. I trialed my hands from my thighs, up to my stomach. I retraced it lowed to my p***y again, and I was already soaked from the weight of his attention. Weeks of built up s****l tension. I slip one finger inside myself and one strangers moan slipped past my mouth. “Ohhhh… God!” The music might be loud, but I'm sure he can see my mouth move and my face contort. That's e high for him to imagine the sound of my moan. I added another finger, making it two as I used my thumb to circle my c**t. My head falls back. “Yes… yes. Oh f**k! R–right f*****g there!” I increased my pace, slipping my fingers in and out of my p***y, imaging it's his large hands doing the job. “Yessssssssss!” I screamed dout loud, my voice almost overshadowing the music as I c*m on my hands. My whole body shook against the glass, my breath fogging up the window. My mouth hung open in a silent scream. When I open my eyes, he was still watching. But now his forehead is pressed against his own window as his breath fogs his side too. We stayed like that for a long minute, then I stood up and picked up my robe and walked out of my building towards his own. In five minutes, I was standing outside his door. This bad boy needs to get some.