The Window
Tie me up, blindfolded, in front of the window so people passing by can see me. We don’t live in a big city anyway, so it’s not like everyone will see me, maybe no one does even! But I can’t know that for sure, I’m in display, naked, getting aroused by the thought of someone just standing there looking at my body. Do this again and again until I’m used to the routine. One day, I can hear a tap into the glass window, my heart will race, I’ll try to cover myself, but the restraints just wont let me. I don’t know for how long the person has been staring at me, and to my shame, I’m getting even more wet and they can see it. Or maybe it is you. With that in mind, that you could just be playing a game with me, I spread my legs a bit more, presenting you with the view of my wetness. What if it’s not you? I can feel my clit twitching for attention, the adrenaline running through my veins.
If I call you, I know you will ignore, if I talk about it later, I’ll feel too embarrassed if I learn I was showing my wet holes to a stranger. This goes on for another day, until you move me closer to the window, so close that if the window was open, the stranger could even touch my body. And oh, I am craving his touch. After finding me soaking wet that day, you decide to leave a vibe inside me, sadly, you don’t turn it on, so the only thing I can do is try to move my hips in search of release. It’s not enough, and another day I spend on edge, the taps on the window indicating that my stranger came to see me again, but I’m still not sure if it is you just playing a game with me. And that made me feel comfortable exposed like that, thinking it’s just you admiring my body.
The next day, you decided to get things clear to me. Not by taking the blindfold off, no. You waited for the friendly (I decided) taps, and then you started to fuck me with the vibe. So now I’m sure: you’re in the house with me and there is at least one person watching me getting fucked by the toy. I can feel my face burning red, I try to cover myself once more, but I can’t stop moaning, you know just how I like to be fucked, how deep, how fast, when to stop so I don’t cum. And this time I’m fighting hard against my orgasm, I don’t want to cum in front of a stranger. The rush of being seen during such a vulnerable, and intense, moment give me a mix of pleasure and shame.
“Don’t you want to give them a show, baby? Cum for them like you cum for me” when you say those words, together with how rough you are being, I can’t control my body anymore. The climax hits me hard, all my body tense up before collapsing, my legs shaking, I’m panting, my pussy is clenching around the vibe like crazy, I’m so relieved for finally cumming that I almost forget about the stranger. “Want me to leave the control of the vibe outside for them to play with you as well?” When I gasp in surprise, unable to think of a response, you chuckle softly “Maybe tomorrow”, you say, and I’m sure the next day I’ll be squirming for him *and* for the stranger in the window.
