The Alley

I watched for a week. From the alley, with the broken street lamp, I had a clear view into your bedroom after dark. I do not know whether you are clinically OCD, but your bedtime routine was ritualistic. At 10:00 PM, the lights in the rest of your home would darken and your bedroom lamp would illuminate. You would go into the bathroom to disrobe, wash up, and switch into your nightgown.  Your hair would almanbahis şikayet always draw back into pig tails. While I don’t know exactly, I took you to be about twenty-five. As you came towards the window each night at 10:20 pm each evening, you looked a few years younger. Those next ten minutes for me were the reason to ignore the cold and damp weather. Each night, as you came close to the glass, almanbahis canlı casino your shape accentuated by the soft light behind, your hands began to explore your own body. First your breasts, swollen and full. Then your nipples, stiff and budding.  Then your stomach, firm and flat, as you raised the nightgown up. Finally your pussy, smooth and bare.And there, gazing into the night, almanbahis casino seeking in the darkness what you could not find during the day, you masturbated yourself to orgasm each night. Your fingers began with your clit, sensitive, and engorged. Your labia was next, swollen, and opening. As juice trickled, your fingers hooked in for lubrication but quickly returned to your clit. And there for five minutes, you repeated your hypnotic rhythm. Five strokes of your clit, three caresses of your labia, one dip inside with your fingers, repeating over and over. The rate of your breathing and the speed of strokes increased, but your count stayed the same.