She Knew I Was Watching

It was one of those hot, sticky summer nights where the air clings to your skin and the moon shines with a sultry glow. I found myself tossing and turning in my bed, the heat making it impossible to get comfortable. I decided a glass of water might help, so I quietly made my way downstairs, hoping to avoid waking anyone.

As I passed the large window in the hallway, I thought I saw a flash of movement outside. My curiosity piqued, I peered into the garden, expecting to see a nocturnal animal or perhaps a stray cat. Instead, my breath caught in my throat at the sight that greeted me.

There, by the pool, sat my sister's friend, Emily. My heart raced as I took in the scene before me. Emily often stayed over, but I'd never paid much attention to her beyond casual conversation. Now, I realized what a mistake that had been.

The moonlight bathed her in a soft luminescence, highlighting her delicate features and blonde hair. She was wearing a thin, silk robe, her legs bare and her feet dangling over the edge of the pool. Even from a distance, I could make out the curves of her body, the swell of her breasts, and the hint of her long, slender legs.

Our eyes locked, and my heart skipped a beat. Most people would be embarrassed or angry to be caught like this, but not Emily. She smiled at me, a mischievous glint in her eye, and waved. My face flushed, and I felt a twinge in my groin as I realized she knew I was watching.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Should I pretend I hadn't seen her and walk away? But Emily had other plans. With a slow, deliberate movement, she stood up and untied her robe, letting it fall open. My eyes widened at the sight of her body, barely concealed by the sheer fabric.

"Hey there," she called out softly, her voice carrying through the open window. "I knew you were watching."

I felt a rush of embarrassment, but also a surge of desire. "I-I thought you were asleep," I stammered, my voice hoarse.

Emily laughed, a playful, musical sound. "I couldn't sleep. It's too hot. So I thought I'd take a dip in the pool. Care to join me?"

I glanced down at my boxers and t-shirt, suddenly very aware of my attire. "I'm not really dressed for swimming."

"That's okay," she said, taking a step forward. "I don't mind."

Before I could respond, she turned and dived gracefully into the pool, the water rippling around her. I watched, transfixed, as she swam to the edge and pulled herself out, water dripping from her body. The silk robe was now completely transparent, clinging to her curves and leaving little to the imagination.

"Come on," she said, her tone challenging. "Don't be shy."

I felt my resistance melting away in the face of her boldness. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, I unlocked the window and stepped outside. The warm night air enveloped me, and I felt a sense of freedom and excitement.

As I approached the pool, Emily stood there, the moonlight reflecting off the water and dancing across her skin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips curved in a seductive smile.

"That's better," she purred, reaching out to take my hand. "Now, let's have some fun."

I felt like I was in a dream as she led me to a nearby lounge chair. She pushed me gently until I sat down, and then she straddled my lap, her legs on either side of me. I could feel the warmth of her body through the thin material of her robe.

"You know," she said, her breath warm on my ear, "I've wanted to do this for a long time. I've watched you, too."

"You have?" I asked, my voice laced with surprise and desire.

"Mmm, yes," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "You have no idea how many times I've touched myself, thinking about you."

My cock twitched at her words, and I shifted, unable to hide my growing arousal. Emily noticed and giggled, the sound sending a thrill through me.

"I think someone's excited," she teased, grinding her hips against me.

I reached for her, my hands sliding up her thighs. Her skin felt like silk, and I couldn't resist any longer. With gentle force, I pushed her back onto the lounge chair and loomed over her, my eyes taking in the sight of her body.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured, my voice hoarse with need.

Emily bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as my hands roamed. "Touch me," she begged, arching her back slightly, offering herself to me.

I needed no further invitation. My hands cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them, her nipples pebbling under my touch. She moaned softly, encouraging me to continue. I plucked at her nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I leaned down to capture her mouth with mine.

Our kiss was fiery and passionate, our tongues tangling as we explored each other. Emily's hands roamed over my back, her nails scratching gently, sending shivers down my spine. I broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

"Your turn to watch," she breathed, her eyes heavy-lidded as she pushed me back gently.

I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as she sat up and slowly, teasingly, removed her robe. Her breasts were perfect, her nipples pink and erect. She took her time, enjoying the way I devoured her with my eyes. Then, her hands traveled down her flat stomach to the curls between her thighs.

"I'm so wet for you," she confessed, her eyes locking with mine as she began to stroke her pink pussy. "I want you to make me cum."

My cock throbbed, aching to be inside her. I sat up, positioning myself between her legs. With a gentle touch, I guided her hand away and replaced it with mine, feeling the slickness of her arousal.

"You like that, baby?" I asked, my thumb circling her clit as I entered her with two fingers.

Emily moaned, her head tossing back. "Yes, oh yes," she cried, her hips bucking against my hand.

I leaned down, my mouth hovering over hers as I added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. "You feel so good," I groaned against her lips.

"Please," she begged, her hands clutching at my shoulders. "I need you inside me."

I couldn't deny her any longer. With a smooth motion, I aligned myself with her entrance and slowly filled her with my thickness. Emily gasped, her eyes flying open as she took me in.

"You're so big," she whispered, her nails digging into my arms.

"You take it so well," I grunted, unable to hold back my pleasure.

I began to move, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of her tight heat. Emily met my thrusts, her hips rising to greet each one. The slap of our skin filled the night air, along with our moans of pleasure.

"Harder," she urged, her breath quickening. "Fuck me harder."

I obliged, snapping my hips with force, relishing the way she cried out with each thrust. Her tits bounced, and her head thrashed from side to side as I pounded into her.

"That's it, baby," she panted. "Give it to me."

I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in my balls. "I'm close," I warned, my voice strained.

"Cum for me," she begged, her pussy tightening around me. "Fill me with your hot cum."

Her words sent me over the edge. With a few more powerful thrusts, I unleashed myself, crying out as I flooded her pussy with my release. Emily climaxed too, her walls pulsing and milking my cock, prolonging my pleasure.

We lay there, spent and sated, our hearts pounding and our breath mingling. I gently withdrew from her, and she whimpered at the loss, snuggling closer to me.

"That," she said, her voice husky, "was worth staying awake for."