The
Naughty Spy
She wasn't expecting me for another hour, yet I came
early. There was no answer to my knocking, and as
always before, I let myself in, thinking she must be
asleep still. I walked quietly through the house,
glancing around, but went straight to her bedroom. I
expected to see her buried under the covers, sleeping
soundly, but she wasn't there. The sound of water came
to my ears from another room. It shut off suddenly,
and I was struck with anxiety. I heard her footsteps
as she padded down the hall. I turned and slipped into
the closet, sliding the wooden door shut in front of
my face. I peeked out through the wooden slats and saw
her come into her room, naked and toweling her hair
dry.
She ran the towel over her face and then lower, drying
the rest of her body slowly, as if she enjoyed the
feel of the rough terrycloth against her soft skin.
Her movements were languid and drawn out, bending over
to dry her legs and feet, she gave me a full view of
her round ass, and her thick labia between her thighs.
She came toward the closet and I shrank back, holding
my breath, but she only hung the towel on a hook on
the wall beside the closet door. She moved graciously
onto the bed, lying down on her stomach and stretching
her arms and legs. She sighed deeply and relaxed,
spreading her thighs open and drawing her knees up
slightly. She folded her arms beneath her head,
breathing deeply, rhythmically, her chest rising and
falling slowly.
From this angle I could see quite clearly between her
shapely thighs, and my breath caught as I saw how
swollen her lips were. A light glaze of her juices
coated her lips, slowly dribbling down to her clit.
She began to grind her hips downward, into the
mattress, letting out a low moan of pleasure. She
rolled over onto her back, keeping her legs spread
wide, so that I could see her clit throbbing and the
muscles in her inner thighs quivering. She ran her
hands over her breasts, massaging them not so gently,
her hands squeezing firmly the delicate flesh,
stopping every few minutes to pinch and roll her
nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. She arched
her back up, her eyes closed, licking her lips as she
stimulated her beautiful breasts. She was clearly
enjoying herself immensely.
I bit my lip, trying to keep silent as I watched, lest
she hear me and be angry that I was in there,
embarrassed that she was giving me such an intimate
show. I was very aroused, my own nipples hard, my
pussy wet, and aching to touch her. She continued on,
oblivious to my frustration in the closet, running her
hands down her soft belly, caressing her lovely skin,
tracing circles around her bellybutton with her
fingertips. I kept my face pressed to the wooden slats
of the door, watching intently as she rubbed and
squeezed her inner thighs. She moaned again, this time
louder. She was so wet that her pussy was pouring a
flow of her sweet honey down her ass and soaking the
sheets underneath her. She slid her fingers up and
down her slit, then spread her lips further open,
rubbing the tip of her throbbing clit with her finger
and gasping, her hips jerking up. I was shaking with
desire, my mouth watering as she dipped her finger
inside her hot tunnel. When she withdrew her finger it
was dripping with her juices. She ran her wet finger
around her hard clit in small circles, teasing
herself. She slid her fingers back down, and this time
penetrated her pussy with two fingers. Again, she drew
her dripping fingers up to her clit.
She placed her middle finger on one side of her clit,
her ring finger on the other, and gently pinched her
clit between them, rubbing in slow circles. She took
her other hand and plunged three fingers deep inside
herself, whimpering in pleasure. She moved at a steady
pace, rubbing her clit and pumping her fingers in and
out of her pussy. I was fighting myself now, holding
myself back, feeling as if I would lose my mind,
listening to the wet sounds her fingers made, her
moaning and groaning, and watching her masturbate. I
felt like a caged animal, and every muscle in my body
was bunched and tight, ready to spring.
She moaned louder now, her fingers moving faster and
harder, deeper inside. She rubbed her clit in quick
little circles, pinching her clit tightly between her
fingers and pulling on it. She jerked her hips up now
with every thrust of her fingers, whining and
grunting. The sound of her wet pussy slurping as she
jammed them in and out sent me over the edge, and I
fell to my knees, biting back a yell as I came in my
jeans. My eyes were still glued to her, though, and a
moment later she let out a sharp cry, her hips bucking
up violently, rubbing her clit furiously as she
exploded in orgasm. The muscles in her thighs were
twitching spasmodically as her juices came flooding
out around her fingers. Her hips were frozen up in the
air, her fingers still pressed hard against her clit,
her fingers still buried deep inside.
Her body slowly relaxed, her ass dropping back down
onto the bed. She laid there catching her breath,
wiggling her fingers inside herself still. Then she
leaned up on her elbows, looked at the closet door,
and lifted her fingers to her mouth, licking them
clean. She smiled as she did this, and I realized she
knew I was there. She'd known the whole time. She
lowered her fingers back down to her pussy, soaking
them again, and licked them clean once more.
Her voice was husky when she spoke. "Did you like the
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