by
Blaaze
_____It had been a long day at the job. All I knew was that I was on my way home alone again. No wifey, no booty calls, just me and the dayum TV I swear that I pay $85 dollars a month for cable and they show the same movies over and over again. The one thing that I needed most was a nice fresh tenderoni that I could snuggle up beside at night to keep me warm and let me wrap my hands around something fresh and firm.
_____Before I could open up my door a letter wrote in gold ink on black paper fell out at my feet. At first I thought that it was just one of those dayum bill collectors trying to be slick but I could swear that it smelled just like it had been doused with just enough perfume to catch my attention. Loosening my tie and the first three buttons of my shirt I walked though my house turning on lights and doing my routine check before I sat down on my couch in front of the window to read the letter.
Hello, My Peeper.
_____Maybe you thought that I didn't see you or that I didn't notice that your curtains remain open just enough for you to look through my window. Oh, I've always known that you were there watching. You, the aggressive self proclaimed independent Armani suit wearing, basketball playing shaved hair lesbian woman watched me as I got off on the feel of my own fingers sliding in and out inside of me. I like it, find it erotic, oh how it turned me on the first time I got the feeling that someone was watching me as I rubbed my soft fragile hands up and down, in and out of my joyous bush.
_____Every night for the past four months I've been performing for you. Do you remember the time that I opened my curtains all the way? I know that you do because as I watched you watching me, I noticed that that day you sprawled back on your bed and spread your legs until all of the caramel dripped out of your pot of honey. As me the "watched" watched the "watcher," I imagined that it was my hands sliding up your back as your legs opened and allowed you to assume the spread eagle position across that King size bed. I imagined that my snake like tongue crawled across those silk sheets weaving in and out until it finally rested in the middle of your wetness.
_____I could almost feel my hands sliding down your back and around to cup your full size breast. Mouth watering I thirsted for the feel of those same breasts to be inside of my mouth. My full body was called to attention at the thought of having you grind pelvic to pelvic against me.
_____I know that you noticed that I took extra care not to cum to fast that day. I even positioned myself just so that you could have a full view of all that I have to offer you. The lust of my 5'2, 135lb, 5-6, size 34C, frame is screaming to have you thrashing your fingers in and out of me while pulling my shoulder length hair back as I bounce up and down on your lap with sweat dripping off my left breast as you roughly suck on my right nipple ring.
Every cell in my body is screaming to be licked sucked and fucked by you. Does it surprise you that I speak with such openness? Don't be surprised, I have a lot to offer you. I'm writing you this letter to let you know that I'm ready for you if you're ready for me. I know that you are. I'll be waiting for you tonight.
_____Same time, same room.
Oh shit. My mouth hung wide open as the vision of the only woman that I had actually "peeped" at came to my mind. I felt the stiffness of my nipples. I felt my legs moving and I knew exactly where they were headed. I felt my hands knocking on the door of apt 6969. Only once the door opened and I saw before my the vision of perfection that I had been lusting for months standing in front of me in only what God brought her to this earth in did I fully realize that I the Watcher was in fact the Watched who was about to fulfill every fantasy that had played back and forth as I drove to work, cooked breakfast and even tried to hold job meetings for the past 4 months. Yes, I the watcher was about to do what I did even better than watching. PERFORM.

THE END

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