The Bedroom Window Pt. 02 by introvertfan
Experience the steamy continuation of the erotic saga in 'The Bedroom Window Pt. 02' by introvertfan. Dive into passion, desire, and unexpected twists as the seductive tale unfolds. Read now for an irresistible blend of lust and suspense.<br/>
I’m still shocked at what I seen occur in the Jones’ bedroom last week. I haven’t seen much of them since the show they gave me. I can’t stop thinking about Mr. Jones’s wink before closing up shop, closing their blinds and curtains. It was so sly yet so–enticing–like a nonverbal invitation– like a “Thank you for watching.”
He knew–I think–knew what he was doing when giving me his ocular stamp of approval; just like how he knew how to tend to the sweet spots on Mrs. Jones’s neck–the spots that made her succumb to his will–the ones I could feel from a distance in my own bedroom, silently wishing it was me. He knew about my intrigue, my fascination, my curiosity–my wanting to know what the inside of their world was like. That wink said more than words ever could.
It’s Saturday again and I’m not sure what to do with my day. I’m not picking up any additional hours this weekend. I need a break from work. Not only that, but I need to get my mind off what took place last week. For some reason I haven’t been able to get it off my mind. That was only a teaser, and I could only imagine what took place after the curtains were closed.
I pick up my phone and dial my best friend.
“Devine!” she yelps, elated to hear from me.
“Courtney!”
“How you been? It’s been forever!”
“Girl, I know. Just work. You know how it is.”
“You know I do.”
“What you up to today? I need to get out. And I have something to tell you. And girl…it’s something.” I wait for that exhilaration that always came after I told her that I got something juicy to tell her.
“Oh! You got tea?”
“With lemon!”
“Girl! Where we linking?”
“Let’s meet at our usual spot. Our food spot. I could eat.”
“Yes! And I could go for some honey hot wings, too. What time? Maybe two?”
“Perfect!”
“Ok friend! See you then!”
“Bye-eee!”
“Bi-eeeee.”
It’s twelve. I got a couple of hours to kill before meeting up with Court. I really need to find a hobby. I’m so used to work, work, work, that I never make time for play. I’m the type to masturbate when I get bored. That’s exactly what I’ll do. Then I can nap until it’s time to start getting ready.
I flop on the bed, navigating to my favorite porn site that I have bookmarked in my phone. What am I in the mood for today? Some girl-on-girl action? Gay male? Maybe my new favorite category–frotting, when two men rub their woods together until one or both of them cums. Yes, I have a variety of favorites. You would look at me and wouldn’t believe some of the things that get me off. I’m just quiet about them, only delving into details with those closest to me. I think I’ll just settle for the ‘couples’ category. Mr. and Mrs. Jones flash in my mind. Focus, Devine.
I wanna watch something different. I have the same five or six videos saved for quick access, but I don’t mind doing some scrolling to find something I don’t normally watch. Avid porn-watchers know that it can take a good minute to find something new, but I got time today.
I scroll down the first few pages, judging the videos by their thumbnails.
“Ehh. Ehh,” I mumble as I’m searching.
I think I’ve located one that’ll do the job.
Something I noticed but not immediately, is the woman laid out on a bed with navy blue, silk bed sheets in front of a huge window, sunlight dancing in, a high-quality photo. A profile view of her, ready for the taking. The man stands in front of her, blue jeans on, topless, his wood standing at attention ready to dive into her waiting cat. The window was a great size, perfect for someone to gaze, living vicariously through a couple making passionate love. I’m turned on and I haven’t even started the video.
I press ‘play’ and get my fingers in position under my sweatpants that I’m pantiless under. I always forget about the stupid ads. Who came up with the idea of placing ads before a video when you’re ready to get your rocks off? Irritates me every time. I impatiently wait for five seconds to count down to zero so I can hurry up and skip the ad.
Yes. A video that gets right to the point. I hate the ones with the pointless, horrible acting in the beginning that can last anywhere from the first ten to thirty minutes. I’m a to-the-point kind of chick when it comes to this sort of thing.
The man comes into view from the left of the screen, still topless but pants zipped, wood sealed inside. He and the woman share a kiss. A slow, passionate one, the kissing sounds make it sound yummy. My favorite foreplay is kissing–an oral sex that’ll make me cum alone. It’s been a long time since I’ve kissed anyone so deeply and lovingly.
While they kiss, the man takes to her nipples through her thin, white tank-top with his hands. He runs his thumbs around them until they become erect. The kiss grows hungrier. You can tell they are growing ready to eat each other alive. A bulge forms in the man’s jeans, his thumbs still dancing around her now fully hardened nipples.
She takes one hand and massages his wood, the other hand behind his neck, tongue diving deeper into his mouth. I’m only a good five minutes into the video and I’m almost to my peak. I pause the “play” in my pants and just watch for a bit. I don’t want to cum too quick.
The woman comes off the edge of the bed, the man backing up to give her some room. She falls to her knees to unbutton his pants. She uses her hands to undo the button, but her mouth to undo the zipper.
Oh. My God.
A flash of Mr. and Mrs. Jones pops up in my head again.
“After the breast action, Mrs. Jones fell to her knees and unbuttoned his trousers, unzipping him with her mouth.”
I zone out, flashing back to last week’s window scene. I quickly bring myself back to the video.
At this point, the woman already has the man throat-deep, him holding her curly, black hair out of her face while she’s eating him up. Wow. This reminds me of how long it’s been since I’ve sucked dick also–since I’ve ate it up and swallowed the man down. The man being my ex-boyfriend. I’ve been deprived for about eight months since breaking up with him.
We’d been together for two years before our separation. That was two years of being with the same man sexually and never having the satisfaction of stepping out, trying something new–two years of my wildest fantasies only being figments of my imagination. Even if my boyfriend let me try new things, I’d be too shy anyway, I’d tell myself. While this is mostly true, I’d like to think there’s a part of me that wouldn’t be.
I’m not the casual sex type–I don’t think. I couldn’t have sex with just anyone. So, if I did, with whom? I don’t know. All I know is that the Jones’ keep popping up in my head. They were quite the sight to see, I couldn’t deny that. But you see with your eyes; not your hands, mouth, or pussy.
The man’s pants are all the way off. The woman’s shirt is coming off, over her head. He picks her up and throws her on the bed. She seems to fall gracefully, like a feather. She’s more than ready for penetration, and he’s stiff, ready for entry.