short stories

The Want

Not close enough yet I saw her through the window

Meeting of the eyes we became flushed with lust

I took off my tie then my shirt as she pressed her naked breasts against the glass

Her eyes closed as she pleasured her chocolate treasure

I breathed in as I began to hulk under my pant, wanting her closer

She turned to give me her back revealing what kind of woman she truly was

I rest my thoughts between that small space  and imagined my self inside pumping slow

She knew how to bend my passion and pressed herself against the glass softly

Bold nipples twisted between her fingers as she casually licked them

Rising higher, my hand improved its stroke and gave an early gift before its climax

As I began to swallow all evidence of her into my lustful mind she closed the curtain

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