It was early evening. The air was warm. You were sleeping lightly on top of the cool cotton sheets as I slipped in through your window.

Your nightgown had worked its way up to your hips. Your legs were slightly spread, one knee pulled up a little higher than the other. Through the filtered light of dusk I could see your mound peeking out from under the hem. I could just make out its narrow slit hiding beneath a silky patch of closely trimmed brown hair.

The sight of you caused me to throb with desire. I stood silently watching you for more than seven minutes, imagining what it would be like to make love to you. We had never been together. I trembled at the thought of you waking up and discovering me there standing over you, rubbing myself through my jeans.

You twisted your hips slightly, giving me an... Read More