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It was the light in the window that caught her eye. The blind was open. The night flickered with the glow from a television somewhere in the room. It stood out in the complete darkness that surrounded it. At first she wondered what she was looking at. The figure. The movement. They were seated, and as the room brightened briefly with the dull light, she saw enough to know it was a man and he was naked. An intimate moment caught. She couldn’t look away.
His movements were purposeful. Rhythmic. He sat stroking himself in the soft light. Every now and then the room would illuminate and more details would become clear.
Her eyes widened, hungrily, trying to see more in the light that teasingly flickered. It brightened. She saw how he gripped himself. Another flicker. She saw the veins on his hand. Brighter, longer this time and she noticed the glistening lubricant as it caught the light. A soft white light filled the room. She saw the intent in his profile. The way his eyes were focused straight ahead. His jaw clenching as he stroked himself.
She blinked. She let her hand stray to her breast, sliding under her clothes without hesitation, to find her nipple hard. She squeezed, a quiet moan escaped her lips. Her pussy clenched. Her mouth slightly open as she licks and then bites her bottom lip. Her face flushes.
As she regains focus, she sees his eyes. Staring back at her. She gasps, moves from her window and presses herself against the wall. Still holding her breast, she can feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her breathing is short and sharp. From the pleasure. From being caught.
Slowly, her pulse calms and her slight tremor from the excitement eases. She purposefully slows her breathing. The desire to look again is overwhelming. The persistent pulse between her legs is telling.
Carefully, she edges back to the window and peers around the edge. The light is gone. The blind is closed. The moment lost. She closes her eyes. Partially in shame, partially in disappointment. She know thoughts of him will keep her warm for many nights to come.
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