You Like to Watch

I know you’re lurking somewhere nearby, but I purposefully don’t look for you. It is exciting to know that you are watching.

I’m lying in the clearing in the middle of my prairie. Yes, I own a sweet little acre of wildflowers and native grasses across the county road from my house. Woods and cornfields form its borders. I mow winding paths through it, and in the center, I mow a clear space just for me. That’s where I am now – on a blanket, well hidden by the tall grasses. In summer, I sometimes bring out a beach umbrella for shade. But now that it is fall, the sun feels good on my skin.

I want you to look at me, but I pretend I don’t know you’re here. I’m lying on my stomach, acting like I’m reading a book. We both know this is for show. I am eager to take off my clothes for you, but I’m waiting until the tension builds a little more.

We have been playing this game for several months now, ever since you moved into the cottage next door. I was surprised someone had bought the place. It needed a lot of work, but you had a plan to fix it up. We hit it off right away, and we spent pleasant summer evenings drinking sweet tea and chatting in the rocking chairs on either your porch or mine, getting to know each other.

The first time I suspected you liked to watch, I was in my kitchen. Your cottage is set back from the road so that your little front porch is even with my kitchen window. I glanced out and saw you rocking and drinking tea, looking boldly into my window. You raised your glass to me and grinned. Wait. Were those binoculars on the floor next to you?

A few nights later, I was preparing for bed when I saw you standing behind the hedge that borders our properties. You were a shadow in the dark. I felt a shiver of excitement run through me and pretended I didn’t see you. I wanted you to watch me undress. I turned my back to the window and took off my shirt and bra. I lifted and massaged each of my breasts as I do every night before putting on my pajamas. The light in my bedroom was dim and my back was to you, but I was sure you could tell what I was doing. Then I turned fully toward the window to give you a clear view of my tits before closing the curtains.

During the days, we were casual friends, as before, but nights became increasingly more fun as I thought of new ways to entertain you. I would wash dishes at my kitchen sink in my bra, knowing you were on your porch taking in the sight. I did chores around my house in just my panties. I wondered if you used the binoculars. I knew you jacked yourself off as you watched me massage my breasts and play with my pussy as I got ready for bed.

As time went by and neither of us acknowledged these nighttime activities, I became bolder. I sometimes sat in a chair with my legs spread wide so you could fully appreciate the sight. I left my window open to let in the breeze, and I enjoyed the feeling of cool air touching my pussy. I suspected you no longer hid behind the hedge but stood right outside the window. I held my pussy lips apart with my fingers and twirled my clit. Then I fucked myself with my vibrator, crying out so you could hear me as I came. I sometimes heard you groan, but I never let on.

We moved from nighttime to daytime when I began pleasuring myself in the clearing of my prairie. I never knew which path you would take or how far away you would be, but I knew you watched and jacked off to the sight.

So here we are, on this warm Indian summer day. I am lying on my stomach in the prairie, knees bent, ankles crossed, bare feet in the air. All around are sounds of late summer/fall – the drone of cicadas and crickets and bees. A breeze stirs the tall grasses. It’s time. I close my book and come up to my knees to undo the button and zipper of my shorts. I still don’t know where you are, but I’m not looking. I wiggle off my shorts and panties, then lie face down on the blanket, with my bare ass up. I slide my hand between my legs and begin to pleasure myself. Nobody can see my round, firm butt rocking up and down except you.

I hear a sound in the grasses, and I know you are coming nearer. There you are – on the path to my right side. Again, I get up on my knees, this time to slide my t-shirt over my head and release my breasts from my bra. Fully naked now, I tip my head back and close my eyes, turning my face toward the sun. I lift and squeeze my breasts for you, flicking my nipples with my thumbs until they are hard, moaning with the pleasure. I hope your cock is in your hand and that you are stroking up and down, up and down. I lie back down on the blanket, face up this time, and pull my sunhat over my face to keep the sun out of my eyes. I don’t see you coming into my clearing, but I hear your soft steps in the grass. Because I know you want me to, I open my legs so you can see. The sun feels warm on my center.

I hear a sound I’ve not heard before when we’ve played our game: your clothes coming off. I hear your zipper, your pants dropping into the grass, followed by your shirt. Then silence as you survey me. I move my hands to spread open my pussy lips and widen my legs farther – an invitation for you to look more closely. I hear you drop to your hands and knees and crawl toward me on the blanket, toward that sweet spot between my legs. Now I feel your breath on my thighs. Oh! Now your breath on my pussy! I gasp. But I don’t look.

You give me the softest kiss on one of my inner thighs. It’s the first time you have touched me, and I feel a thrill of electricity. I tremble slightly with anticipation as I wonder if you will kiss further up, kiss my pussy. You move over me and whisper in my ear, “May I?” You have never spoken to me during our games. My heart is pounding, my breath coming fast.

“Yes,” I whisper back.

You move back down, and I feel your tongue as you lick my pussy from my ass to my clit. I whimper. Oh, oh, so sweet, so good. You lick and taste and suck and nuzzle and flick with your talented tongue. I buck my hips, unable to lie still. My orgasm is building.

“Touch yourself,” you whisper. My fingers immediately fly to my clit and I begin rubbing and twirling. My legs are spread wide, my knees bent. You sit back on your knees and pump your cock fast. You are breathing hard and moaning with your own pleasure as you watch mine.

We come together, me crying out, you grunting and spurting your seed all over my stomach and breasts. Hot splashes of cum land on my body as I tremble and jerk, my orgasm going on and on. I dip one finger into your cum and bring it to my lips to taste.

You move up beside me and we lie next to each other on the blanket, holding hands and panting. I want to turn my face toward you and see you, to look into your eyes. You’ve never kissed me. I long for that. But I don’t know – would that make all of it real? Would our game be over if I acknowledged you as my secret lover?

You begin to stroke my body with a soft cloth, cleaning up your mess. So gently and tenderly. You place a soft kiss on my cheek. I hear you stand and dress. And then you are gone.

I wait a long time before I remove my sunhat and open my eyes, content, remembering, re-living. When at last I rise to dress, there, on the blanket next to me, is one red rose.