Intimacy in the City – Chapter 6

My wet pussy is begging to finally be allowed to come.

The thick, soft bedding lies like a warm, cozy layer of heat on my naked body. My head is pressed into the pillow, which is much too fluffy.

Soft light streams through my window. I take a deep breath, start to blink calmly, and notice how I am slowly waking up. I'm still a little tired. Besides, it's Saturday. Perfect for turning over and dozing for just 5 minutes.

As I try to wrap my left leg around the thick blanket, my bare bottom is suddenly exposed.

It's actually much too cold to have my bare bottom exposed to the open air. On the other hand, I'm still much too tired.

I feel around with my hand for the end of the blanket to wrap myself up again. I'm a little clumsy and end up touching my butt.

Blurry images from last night slowly come back to me.

My butt was kneaded really hard. Awwwww. Thinking about my date yesterday and the hot night, I notice how my pussy gets wet all on its own.

He had a total butt fetish and begged me to rub warm oil on my butt. While massaging my butt, he grabbed it so hard with his thumbs that my labia were pulled apart nicely. Dim, orange light made my butt glow.

“Actually, it's much too bright,” I think to myself as I grope for my eye mask. I awkwardly stretch out my left arm and tap the area next to me with my hand. After tapping the outer row and already fearing that I'm becoming too awake, I finally feel it between my fingers.

“Finally,” I squeak, still half asleep. I pull the elastic band over my tousled brown hair.

Without thinking twice, my finger slides between my labia. “God, I'm still wet. Or am I wet again?” I don't know.

To get myself off properly, I slide up a little and spread my legs. I push my blanket aside so I can finger myself better.

I fuck myself hard with my fingers. As if I hadn't been properly fucked last night. Who knows, maybe it wasn't enough and I need more. I fuck myself. Just the way I need it. Hard, deep, and with several fingers.

A thought suddenly shoots through my head. “I forgot to close the curtains last night. What if someone sees me? With my legs spread, fucking myself hard?”

I'm lying completely naked on my bed. My spread legs reveal my shiny labia, my nipples defying gravity.

In a panic, I tear the sleep mask from my eyes and stare with trembling pupils at the large window directly in front of me. The light is much too bright. Fuck. I immediately squint my eyes and grimace. I can only see the house across the street.

Not a single light is on in any of the dozens of windows.

Nothing. Peaceful silence.

“Heidi, you need to calm down. Enjoy the moment. Let yourself go,” an inner voice allows me.

I quickly glance from left to right again. “Nothing. Everyone's asleep. It's Saturday, after all,” I smile to myself, feeling a little silly that a single thought has thrown me into such a panic.

I reach for my sleep mask, which I threw away in a panic, at the foot of the bed and notice how my big breasts bounce forward as I do so.

Just a few moments later, I have the mask back on.

I start touching myself. Immediately, my pussy starts to slurp. Finally, I knead my clit while I fuck myself with my fingers.

It's almost time. I'm about to come. Oh God, yes. I imagine a cock filling me completely and thrusting into me again and again without restraint.

I feel my labia becoming fuller. Hmmm. Soon. Soon I will leak in long, drawn-out strands.

I open my lips to moan really horny in parallel with my orgasm.

Suddenly, a bang startles me.

What was that? Irritated, I pull the eye mask off my face and look up. Apparently, something fell over at my neighbor's place upstairs.

I just shake my head. Sexually frustrated, I stare blankly at the building across the street. Still dark. At least that. I spread my legs.

Now! Just come. It can't be that hard.

I put my sleep mask back on. My fingers are still wet. I try to concentrate on my rapidly throbbing clitoris. I notice how hot my pussy is and that I'm about to come.

Then suddenly. I remember: the image of a curtain moving. I remember that I did see a curtain moving!

“Heidi!” the nymphomaniac in me screams at me.

The nymphomaniac can kiss my ass. I need to know if someone is watching me and that's why the curtain is moving.

Again, I rip off my eye mask. This time, however, I don't throw it anywhere, but keep it obediently in my hand. In my hand, whose fingers are covered in pussy juice.

I look for the moving curtain. As if I can foresee it, my thighs snap together and I cross my arms. This makes my breasts look even bigger. My gaze is intense. After a few moments, I find what I'm looking for.

The curtain. And it is moving! Fuck.

The curtain can only move because someone is standing behind it. Right? Doubts arise in me.

Why is this curtain moving? If this continues, I'm going to explode with horniness.

“There's always something just before you come,” my nymphomaniac rages.

I try to ignore her whining and concentrate on the curtain instead.

I look more closely. Intently. And then I finally see the reason why the curtain is moving and I can relax.

“His window is open!” Oh, I see. Well, that's fine then.

Without wasting a second, I quickly put my eye mask back on. The first touch of my wet fingers makes me flinch. Oh God. I need it so badly, I have to come.

My labia are literally screaming to be flooded with a thick, milky film.

“I. Want. To. Come. Now!”

I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside me and fuck myself mercilessly. Nothing will stop me now. Nothing. Not the curtain. Not the neighbor. Nothing.

It's finally about to happen! Rarely has an orgasm been delayed so intensely for me.

“Yes! Now! Now!” I moan.

Suddenly, an image pops into my head: a shadow behind the curtain. Fuck. There was a shadow behind the curtain!

“HEIIIIIIIDIIIIIIIIIIII,” screams my inner nymphomaniac. “Just two or three more thrusts with your fingers! Don't do that!”

I can't come like this. I have to know. I pull down my eye mask. Pussy juice runs down my face.

I immediately look at the open window and the curtain fluttering.

But it's not just fluttering! It's moving rhythmically. Now I look closely. Fuck! A shadow behind the curtain is moving. Fast movements. Like a guy jerking off his cock.

I kneel down and lean forward to get a little closer. Oh God! There really is someone behind the curtain jerking off.

FUCK!

“What if he took pictures of me? What if he sends them around? After all, my name is on the doorbell, ‘H. Bauer’. Was it the first time or has he done this before?” Completely unsettled, I throw something over myself to cover up.