The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the cityscape as Lucy’s heart pounded in her chest. She had staked out this spot for weeks, her eyes glued to the same unassuming apartment window, her mind a tumult of unbridled desire. Salem, the object of her obsession, had no idea of the silent admirer lurking just outside the perimeter of her private sanctum. Lucy’s palms grew slick with anticipation as she clutched the binoculars, a thrift store relic that had become her most prized possession. Her breath hitched as the lights flickered on, illuminating the silhouette of Salem’s slender form as she moved about her evening routine.
Tonight, Lucy decided, would be the night she took her infatuation to new heights. Her pulse racing, she waited with bated breath as the shadowy outline of Salem approached the bathroom. The moment the shower curtain was drawn, Lucy’s hand slipped into her jeans, her fingers deftly navigating the familiar terrain of her own body. She watched, entranced, as the water beaded and cascaded down Salem’s naked skin, a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow playing upon the steamy glass. Each droplet seemed to echo the rhythm of her own breathing, growing more erratic with every passing second.
The sound of the showerhead grew louder in Lucy’s ears as she stroked herself faster, her eyes devouring every inch of Salem’s body that she could discern through the frosty barrier. Her imagination filled in the blanks, conjuring up images of Salem’s full, pink nipples and the dark patch of hair between her legs. A soft moan escaped Lucy’s lips as she matched the tempo of her hand to the rhythm of the water, her own breath fogging the lenses of the binoculars she held so tightly.
Her climax was a silent scream, a cataclysm of pleasure that sent shockwaves through her body. She stifled her cries, not wanting to alert the unsuspecting Salem to her illicit act. Her hand trembled, and she felt a hot rush of wetness spread through her underwear. As the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, Lucy realized she had crossed a line, a line she had never dared to cross before. Panic set in, and she hastily shoved the binoculars into her bag, her cheeks flaming with a mix of guilt and excitement.
The cold night air slapped her in the face as she bolted from her hiding spot, the echo of her footsteps pounding in her ears. She could still feel the ghostly touch of her own hand on her sensitive flesh, a stark reminder of her actions. As she stumbled away from the apartment building, Lucy felt a strange thrill mingle with her fear. She had taken a piece of Salem that no one else could claim, a secret moment of intimacy that bound them together in a twisted, unspoken bond. But she knew she couldn’t continue down this path. It was only a matter of time before her obsession consumed her, before her fantasies spilled over into reality in a way that could never be undone. And so she ran, the taste of her own desire lingering on her lips like the sweetness of a forbidden fruit.
Lucy Lu <3
