Taking Out the Trash part 2
With her eyes closed, she slowly raised her arms up and over her head, bringing them to rest gently upon each still bent knee. Almost as if she was prying them apart, her legs slowly separated and fell to either side, leaving her sex open and exposed for him to see. He was captivated by every layer and crease that opened so completely. He could see every fold and flow that led to the glistening portal into her depths. He watched as her hands slowly slid off her knees, down her thighs and began a torturously slow glide to her awaiting sex. His own hands began rubbing across the front of his jeans, trying to tame the beast that was growing inside.
Her fingertips worked her lips, gently lapping up and down their smooth softness. Her left hand went to rest gently on her inner thigh. Her right hand began a slow downward slide between her folds until it came to that dark portal. He watched electrified as she slid two fingers deep inside. She made movements that alluded to the internal motions her fingers were making. She made several strokes in and out, in and out, in and out, ending with a hard deep plunge in as far as her straining fingers would allow. She slowly pulled out, allowing her slippery wetness to slide up her slit and come to rest on her pulsing clit. He couldn’t help himself, and plunged his hand down the front of his pants, gripping tightly to his throbbing cock.
She began using the wetness on her fingers to make small circles. Slow and seemingly gentle at first, quickly picking up speed and aggression as her need grew stronger. Her hips began to move and thrust with the circling of her fingers, as her nipples tightened to a straining peak. Faster and faster, harder and harder, her fingers circled, rubbed and manipulated their target. Her head twisted and turned. Her tongue and lips danced wildly together. Her heels planted firmer into the bedding, surely about to punch right through. Suddenly, her entire body arched, her neck extended and her knees flew together in a whole body wracking, convulsive, mind blowing orgasmic release. She twitched and trembled as her spent and sated body curled into a fetal position and she went still. He just stood there, and watched as the wetness he produced slowly began seeping through to the outside of his pants.
After a brief moment, she began to stretch her body back out. Her right hand gently raised up to her mouth, where she took those two fingers, sensuously slid them between her lips and across her tongue, and then sucked them clean as they emerged from her mouth. She straightened both legs, and one at a time flicked her shoes off and onto the floor. She rolled onto her stomach, raised up onto her knees and began to crawl across the bed, reaching for the light on the bedside table. But before she flipped the switch, she paused. She turned her head to look back at the still open window. Her eyes seemed to be looking directly at him. A wicked smile quickly spreading across her lips, she winked, waved, and blew a kiss directly at him. Before he had time to ponder whether she had really seen him, the room went dark.
He slowly and quietly turned and made his way back into the ally. Adjusting his shirt so there was no visible evidence, he made his way back into the house where he was met at the door by the sounds of kids still arguing and his wife yelling his name from the other room. The difference this time was, he just didn’t care.