WE LIKE SOMEBODY LOOKING AT US
WE LIKE SOMEBODY LOOKING AT US
Posted by Mayara Nascimento
Ritawed author
Last summer, we went to our apartment in Ubatuba to spend our deserved vacation. It was very hot and for that very reason, our refuge was the beach, where a refreshing breeze was blowing, practically all day long.
We went back to the apartment, only in the middle of the afternoon, for lunch and rest for the rest of the day.
Our apartment is on the second floor of a four-story block. When the windows in the neighboring block rooms are open, you can see half the room or half the bed. I'm talking about the apartments on the lower floors than ours. Similarly, half of our room or half of our bed can be seen by the apartments of the neighboring block, which are on the floors above ours.
I have the custom of leaving the windows of our apartment always open. Although I'm not an exhibitionist, I don't make much of a point that they see me in panties and bras, even because I don't see much difference in being seen in these costumes or bikinis.
One night after dinner, I was sitting at the end of the bed, dressed in panties and bra, folding some clothes. I accidentally looked out the window and saw a person leaning over the window of the neighboring block, looking inside my room. I didn't mind much, but I got curious about who it was. I went to the bathroom of the suite and without turning on the light, I looked through the window, into that window. She was an unknown person. Maybe he rented the apartment to spend that season. He was a boy who looked my age (37 years) and had a very nice face. I went back to the room, sat in the same place and continued my task, certainly, under the eyes of that boy. After the assignment was finished, I went to the living room where my husband and daughters were watching TV. We stayed there until bedtime. Already in the room, lying and with the light out, I talked to Roberto about what had happened. I noticed, he got very excited and said that I would also like to have seen the boy, more out of curiosity.
The next day, after I got back from the beach, I took a shower, had lunch and went down to the social hall, where people usually meet to chat, play cards, billiards, table tennis, etc...
I found that boy, playing with a little girl about three years old, who was definitely your daughter. I was without a wife, who should have stayed in the apartment doing other things. I greeted him with a smile and put my hand on the little girl's head. I don't know if he recognized me the night before. But it didn't matter.
The next night, I sat in the same spot and pretended to be folding other clothes. In disguise, I looked at that window and saw him again looking at our room. I went into the room and told my husband he was there again. Roberto went to the bathroom, and with the light off, he looked at him. I had already returned to that bed to awaken the boy's gaze. That night, already lying in bed to sleep, my husband said he was extremely excited, to see how the boy looked with interest, seeing me in those costumes. He also commented that he had an old fantasy, that he was having sex with me, being watched by some stranger.
The next night, Roberto asked me to put on some really sexy panties and do my best to keep the boy's attention as long as possible. I answered your request and stayed most of the time in that piece of room that was visible to your eyes. After the daughters went to bed, we closed the door to our room. With my husband naked, I was hugged and kissed. Slowly took off my panties, then my bra, leaving me naked. He laid me down at the end of the bed, spread my legs, knelt on the floor and started sucking on me. I'd run your tongue all over my vagina. I've never seen my husband suck me so much. Every once in a while, I'd run my tongue through my anus, making myself all creepy. While I was sucking my dick, your hands were caressing the beaks of my breasts, making me horny. I couldn't see the boy, but I was sure he was seeing me from the waist down, getting sucked by my husband. I was extremely excited and I'm sure my husband too, to know that someone was looking at our sex. When Roberto started massaging my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, I couldn't resist. I let go of a scream and moan and I came as hot as ever. The seizures were endless. My hips kept moving and he watched me enjoy it like that, intensified the movement of his tongue, making me enjoy myself stronger and stronger and making me almost faint of so much pleasure. It took me a while to get over that orgasm. I traded places with him to repay all the pleasure he'd given me. When I knelt by the bed, I looked out in disguise and saw the curious look of that spectator. I kissed his knees, his legs, until I reached his bag, where I kissed and played with my lips. I was playing with your balls for a while. Then I put the head of your penis in my mouth and with your tongue massaged your halo. Roberto groaned, whispered and said unconnected words. I shoved as much of your penis into my mouth as I could and I did it in and out several times, driving him crazy. Sometimes he'd go up and kiss his belly, his belly button and his nipples. I went back to sucking his penis and sucking his head off, making him horny. When I realized Roberto couldn't stand the joy anymore, I went up to bed and sat on his hip. I pulled the head of your penis over the entrance of my vagina and went down slowly to see you feel all the pleasure of penetration. He climbed up and down and repeated the penetration several times. As I rode him, he caressed the beaks of my breasts. Just to imagine that we were being watched by someone, the horny one increased with every move, with every kiss and with every caress. When we realized the jouissance would not be long, we intensified the movements and exploded like volcanoes. The joy came with cries, groans and whispers. I felt the pulse of your penis ejaculating in my guts. That hot liquid invaded all my intimacy. The movements of our hips were intense and we stopped only when our bodies asked for truce and fell on Roberto's body with breath gasping. We were like this, hugging and kissing, to catch our breath and breathing back to normal. We got up and went to the shower, where we laughed a lot and commented on the madness we had just done. Before I went to sleep, I went to the window and didn't see the boy anymore. Your bedroom window was already closed. In the following days, whenever I went down to the social hall, I met our “voyeur” with his wife and daughter. He always greeted him quietly, receiving back a smile. Maybe he doesn't know how much pleasure he's given us, but we know how much pleasure he must have felt, watching our sex.
“” Every time I write a story, or put another one’s “author/author” I get excited, and wonder how my readers get, if they get excited, if they get horny and desire, and especially if they want me, if they touch handjobs in my honor. I would love to be eaten by one of my readers, if you like my tales don't stop voting and making the comments, maybe I don't choose one of you to spend one night with me, and quench your horny and mine. I will be very happy and excited and very motivated to write more and more, and better, and share these accounts with all of you. Love everyone. Mayara Birth F””
Posted by Mayara Nascimento
Ritawed author
Last summer, we went to our apartment in Ubatuba to spend our deserved vacation. It was very hot and for that very reason, our refuge was the beach, where a refreshing breeze was blowing, practically all day long.
We went back to the apartment, only in the middle of the afternoon, for lunch and rest for the rest of the day.
Our apartment is on the second floor of a four-story block. When the windows in the neighboring block rooms are open, you can see half the room or half the bed. I'm talking about the apartments on the lower floors than ours. Similarly, half of our room or half of our bed can be seen by the apartments of the neighboring block, which are on the floors above ours.
I have the custom of leaving the windows of our apartment always open. Although I'm not an exhibitionist, I don't make much of a point that they see me in panties and bras, even because I don't see much difference in being seen in these costumes or bikinis.
One night after dinner, I was sitting at the end of the bed, dressed in panties and bra, folding some clothes. I accidentally looked out the window and saw a person leaning over the window of the neighboring block, looking inside my room. I didn't mind much, but I got curious about who it was. I went to the bathroom of the suite and without turning on the light, I looked through the window, into that window. She was an unknown person. Maybe he rented the apartment to spend that season. He was a boy who looked my age (37 years) and had a very nice face. I went back to the room, sat in the same place and continued my task, certainly, under the eyes of that boy. After the assignment was finished, I went to the living room where my husband and daughters were watching TV. We stayed there until bedtime. Already in the room, lying and with the light out, I talked to Roberto about what had happened. I noticed, he got very excited and said that I would also like to have seen the boy, more out of curiosity.
The next day, after I got back from the beach, I took a shower, had lunch and went down to the social hall, where people usually meet to chat, play cards, billiards, table tennis, etc...
I found that boy, playing with a little girl about three years old, who was definitely your daughter. I was without a wife, who should have stayed in the apartment doing other things. I greeted him with a smile and put my hand on the little girl's head. I don't know if he recognized me the night before. But it didn't matter.
The next night, I sat in the same spot and pretended to be folding other clothes. In disguise, I looked at that window and saw him again looking at our room. I went into the room and told my husband he was there again. Roberto went to the bathroom, and with the light off, he looked at him. I had already returned to that bed to awaken the boy's gaze. That night, already lying in bed to sleep, my husband said he was extremely excited, to see how the boy looked with interest, seeing me in those costumes. He also commented that he had an old fantasy, that he was having sex with me, being watched by some stranger.
The next night, Roberto asked me to put on some really sexy panties and do my best to keep the boy's attention as long as possible. I answered your request and stayed most of the time in that piece of room that was visible to your eyes. After the daughters went to bed, we closed the door to our room. With my husband naked, I was hugged and kissed. Slowly took off my panties, then my bra, leaving me naked. He laid me down at the end of the bed, spread my legs, knelt on the floor and started sucking on me. I'd run your tongue all over my vagina. I've never seen my husband suck me so much. Every once in a while, I'd run my tongue through my anus, making myself all creepy. While I was sucking my dick, your hands were caressing the beaks of my breasts, making me horny. I couldn't see the boy, but I was sure he was seeing me from the waist down, getting sucked by my husband. I was extremely excited and I'm sure my husband too, to know that someone was looking at our sex. When Roberto started massaging my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, I couldn't resist. I let go of a scream and moan and I came as hot as ever. The seizures were endless. My hips kept moving and he watched me enjoy it like that, intensified the movement of his tongue, making me enjoy myself stronger and stronger and making me almost faint of so much pleasure. It took me a while to get over that orgasm. I traded places with him to repay all the pleasure he'd given me. When I knelt by the bed, I looked out in disguise and saw the curious look of that spectator. I kissed his knees, his legs, until I reached his bag, where I kissed and played with my lips. I was playing with your balls for a while. Then I put the head of your penis in my mouth and with your tongue massaged your halo. Roberto groaned, whispered and said unconnected words. I shoved as much of your penis into my mouth as I could and I did it in and out several times, driving him crazy. Sometimes he'd go up and kiss his belly, his belly button and his nipples. I went back to sucking his penis and sucking his head off, making him horny. When I realized Roberto couldn't stand the joy anymore, I went up to bed and sat on his hip. I pulled the head of your penis over the entrance of my vagina and went down slowly to see you feel all the pleasure of penetration. He climbed up and down and repeated the penetration several times. As I rode him, he caressed the beaks of my breasts. Just to imagine that we were being watched by someone, the horny one increased with every move, with every kiss and with every caress. When we realized the jouissance would not be long, we intensified the movements and exploded like volcanoes. The joy came with cries, groans and whispers. I felt the pulse of your penis ejaculating in my guts. That hot liquid invaded all my intimacy. The movements of our hips were intense and we stopped only when our bodies asked for truce and fell on Roberto's body with breath gasping. We were like this, hugging and kissing, to catch our breath and breathing back to normal. We got up and went to the shower, where we laughed a lot and commented on the madness we had just done. Before I went to sleep, I went to the window and didn't see the boy anymore. Your bedroom window was already closed. In the following days, whenever I went down to the social hall, I met our “voyeur” with his wife and daughter. He always greeted him quietly, receiving back a smile. Maybe he doesn't know how much pleasure he's given us, but we know how much pleasure he must have felt, watching our sex.
“” Every time I write a story, or put another one’s “author/author” I get excited, and wonder how my readers get, if they get excited, if they get horny and desire, and especially if they want me, if they touch handjobs in my honor. I would love to be eaten by one of my readers, if you like my tales don't stop voting and making the comments, maybe I don't choose one of you to spend one night with me, and quench your horny and mine. I will be very happy and excited and very motivated to write more and more, and better, and share these accounts with all of you. Love everyone. Mayara Birth F””
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