badinfluencegirl

the girl across the way.

the girl across the way was killing him, just plain killing him.

with her lack of curtains and her open windows.  her walking around in the nude and exercising in form fitting spandex.

with the noises she made sometimes.

those noises wafting across the valley into his ears.

her shape, dimly silhouetted by the light behind it but hidden by the sheers in her windows;  her long and lithe shape writhing on her bed.

the look on her face when she wandered in to the kitchen to fetch some water after.

the cries.

oh universe help him those noises. those noises fading into quiet after peaking with desperate urgency.  sometimes they went on for so long he wondered if she wasn’t listening to porn.

he knew she wasn’t though, knew by the faded figure glimpsed in silhouette through her windows.  he knew it was her, beautiful and unattainable and so hot she was incendiary.

he had watched her fuck once.  one glorious time where she left the hockey game on as her man pleasured her.  a man he was fiercely glad was no longer around.

watched her as her face shattered and her body bucked.  watched until he felt himself stiffen and drip into his underwear.  his own body surging in response to her body as she came apart on her couch limmed in the glow of her favourite team winning a game.

couldn’t believe he had been so fortunate.

he wished she would masturbate for him.

he turned away from his computer, disappointed that she had failed to appear this evening.  lights on but no presence in the rooms he could see.

ah wait, what was that?

that was she, gloriously and messily naked.  sleepily and casually she fed her cats and refilled her water glass.  he jerked to instant attention, whole body tense and waiting and his member straining at his suddenly snug boxers.

her hair tumbled around her face and she flipped it as she tidied up the room a little before retiring.  he felt his hand steal down and stroke the shaft encased in thin silken fabric.  his eyes wanted to drop closed but he fought to keep them open as she moved around the room, bending or straightening or even putting things on upper shelves!

and then she dropped something.

dropped something.  turned away from the window and picked it up.

turned away.

oh god was that her vagina winking at him below the rosebud of her anus?

he was filled instantly with visions of his hot length sliding into her.  sliding in to her eager warmth as her glad cries welcomed him. sliding into the welcoming depths of her as she pressed herself against him.

he would reach around her and cradle her in his elbow even as his finger found her button.  found her center where he was sheathed and dipped a little moisture that he would rub against her aching clitoris.

she would cry out again and he would drive into her throbbing core and shout his mastery of the universe to the heavens.  he would throb to her twitching and pulsing and she would feel his urgency through her body.

feel him clench and prepare and shudder and suddenly she would find herself crying out and climaxing while her vagina milked his seed from him.  he would spend himself in her quaking depths and clasp himself to her even as his magical fingers worked one last scream from her throat.

they would collapse to the floor then, collapse laughing and exhausted but not satiated, not nearly.

almost unnoticed his hand had crept through the slit in his shorts to grasp his throbbing cock. grasp it and stroke firmly from top to tip.

his eyes had dropped closed and he could see them, spooned there on the floor.  he could see his member stir and hear her throaty laugh.  watch them as they started again on the floor.

his hand worked faster and harder now, his other hand coming around to play with his balls and twist his nipples viciously.  head dropped back he groaned and shouted his frustration to the heavens as his body erupted in spasms that shot against his chest and into his palm.

the girl across the way was killing him.