The Window

The coldness of the glass felt pleasing against the contrast of the heat coming from her body. Her hand flattened as she pushed against the pane, feeling the cold on every part of her palm. Her hand relaxed as her body did. Then her muscles contracted in anticipation of the next thrust—ready for it, almost begging. Her body wanted it sooner than later, hating yet relishing the suspense.

She had been bold, she thought. She was in control, and this was exactly where she wanted to be.

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It was a typical evening at home. Exhausted from the day, they had both retired to the couch. She loved these calm moments at night. The opportunity to connect, laugh, and relax. They had their favorite shows, and tonight they were catching up on the latest episodes. He sat on the couch with his legs stretched and resting on the ottoman. She lay perpendicular to him, her head in his lap with her legs spread across the sofa. He played gently with her hair, rubbing her neck and back as they took turns laughing at various moments. The show was nothing special, but it offered moments of humor and allowed them a chance to connect.

Most nights, she was content with this scenario. However, tonight was different. She felt a growing need, and judging from how it was occupying her thoughts, she knew it was one she wouldn’t ignore.

He let out a soft laugh and brought her attention back to the present. The night was growing late, and her mind had wandered for a good portion of the recent episode. All the lights were off in the house; only the glow of the TV softly illuminated the two of them.

Her head lay lightly in his lap, and her hand rested on his leg. She began gently rubbing his thigh. Her hand knowingly slid higher up his leg with each rub. She quickly found the outline of his package through his pants. The soft fabric of his sweatpants allowed her easily to gauge his response to her touches. She pushed harder, her hand gently squeezing his cock as it began to harden. Her face, still resting in his lap, was close, and as she continued stroking, she felt his hardening cock push against her cheek. She let out a soft satisfactory sigh as she gently nuzzled her cheek against him. His cock jumped in response.

She gripped him through his pants more firmly. Holding his cock as she moved her face against it. Raising her head from his lap and reaching up, she grabbed the waist of his pants and, in one downward motion, freed him from the confines of his pants.

She enjoyed seeing her effect on him, and his arousal didn’t disappoint. She relaxed her head back down to his lap and positioned it a little higher, allowing her mouth unrestricted access to his cock.

Her fingers wrapped themselves around him. The need she had felt before pounded through her body. She drew his cock to her mouth and let her tongue purposefully explore his head. Retracting her tongue, she moved him across her lips and cheeks before letting his length slide sloppily inside. Her lips slid down his shaft as she allowed him fully into her mouth. She moaned, sending waves through his cock and causing him to let out a moan of his own.

His hands were slowly moving across her body, only stopping when she would moan or circle his cock with her tongue, causing him to lose his concentration momentarily. She worked efficiently, and his cock soon throbbed in her mouth. She gave one last soft moan as she let him fall from her mouth, her hands gently squeezing his balls as she stood.

Rising in front of him, she reached down and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. He sat with a hungry look on his face and his cock fully exposed.

She turned off the tv, cloaking them in darkness as she walked towards their large window positioned just to the side of the couch. The blinds had been pulled earlier in the evening, and she set about undoing that. As the slats lifted, soft moonlight fell through the window and illuminated her where she stood by the window. She glanced at the houses and the street below, knowing that, thanks to the darkness of the house, no one couldn’t see inside.

She felt a surge of excitement wash through her body as she stepped into unchartered territory. It wasn’t that she wanted to be watched, but that she enjoyed the thrill of being daring. And standing in front of a window naked was daring.

She turned towards him. Unable to see his face, she focused on his outline sitting on the couch, highlighted by the faint light filtering through the window. She felt the hem of her shirt and lifted it in one motion over her head and dropped it to the ground. She reached behind her and undid her bra. Letting it slowly fall from her body, she slid her arms out of it and guided her hands slowly up her stomach and rested them on her breasts. Her eyes drifted from him as she looked down at her hands. The moonlight touched her nipples as they hardened. Her fingers gently pulled them, releasing a soft sigh from her lips. He moaned in response, shifting slightly on the couch. She looked at him again, keeping her eyes on him as she turned her back to him. Her hands slid down her body to the waist of her pants. She pushed at the elastic and slowly bent down, her butt straight up in the air. She watched him as her pants lowered, revealing every inch of her backside. She knew her pussy was visible from behind, the wetness between her legs reflecting the soft light from outside.

Her hands slid up her legs and rested between them. Maintaining eye contact with him, she slowly teased him by letting her hands play softly with her pussy. She could feel his gaze as he shifted in response to her searching hands.

She straightened and turned to face him.  She glanced out the window as a new wave of excitement washed over her, then stepped towards him. Standing in front of him, she let her hands explore her breasts and pussy, touching what was just out of his reach. She could feel the hunger of his stare.

Leaning forward and sinking into the couch, she straddled him. She let his hands explore her body while she wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling his mouth to the tit she held cupped in her other hand.

He gently licked her nipple, its hardness increasing as the moisture enveloped it. She pushed against him as his mouth sucked in her nipple and his tongue rolled around it.

“Suck my tits,” she moaned.

His hands, which were eagerly working her butt, moved up her back and pulled her closer to him. His mouth alternated between her breasts, and he let out slight moans as he sucked her tits.

Her head rolled back as she begged him to suck harder. His hands began kneading her breasts, pulling and grabbing as his mouth and tongue worked around her pert nipples.

She pulled back and stood quickly, then pulled at his legs, indicating she wanted him to slide down. As he adjusted, she turned around and straddled him backward with her feet resting on the ground and her butt facing him. She reached down and grabbing his cock while bending at her waist, teasing her pussy with it while he watched from behind. Guiding him in and out of her folds, she practically dared him to slide inside her at any moment.

He moaned in response. His hands grabbed her butt, spreading her cheeks as she slowly lowered onto his cock. Her tight wet pussy stretched as he entered.

A moan escaped her lips as she felt the fullness she had longed for. She slowly worked her pussy over his cock, directing it where she wanted it to linger. His hands held onto her hips, keeping her steady as she bounced on his cock. Looking behind her, she smiled as her boldness surged.

“I want you to fuck me by the window.” He moaned a yes in response as she stood, releasing his cock from her pussy. 

She stepped to the window and stuck her ass towards him as he approached from behind. She looked over her shoulder as she took his hands and, placing the right on her hip, guided the left to her waiting tits. Reaching under her with her free right hand, she guided his cock into her. His full length slid inside as she pushed against him.

Reaching forward, she placed her hand on the cold glass of the window. She continued directing his left hand on her tits, her excitement growing as they squeezed and teased them together. His right hand was firmly planted on her hip, holding her steady against each thrust.

They both looked out the window. The moonlight softly illuminated their figures as they worked against each other. To each solid thrust he delivered, she responded in kind with a backward push, driving him deeper into her wanting pussy. 

“Fuck me,” she begged as his cock impaled her again. Their breathing quickened as they worked together. His hands knew just how to touch her. Her palm pushed against the glass as she gave one last thrust, her legs growing weak as she screamed. Her orgasm took over. Her body pushed against him, willing him to go deeper.

His cock responded to her pussy tightening around him, and his orgasm began. His body stiffened against her as his hardness swelled deep inside then exploded. Their bodies were exhausted as they stepped away from the window, and they both let out contented sighs as they sank again into the couch.