Sage’s Window of Temptation
Sage’s Window of Temptation: Caught & Taken
The summer heat lingered even after sunset, thick and sticky. Sage’s bedroom window stayed wide open, sheer curtains barely moving in the faint breeze. She told herself it was for air. Deep down she knew better. The neighbor—tall, broad-shouldered, always shirtless when he mowed the lawn—had started leaving his own window cracked lately. She’d caught him glancing over more than once. Tonight she decided to give him something worth watching.
She stripped slowly in front of the mirror first, then moved to the window seat. Legs spread wide, one foot propped on the sill, she let the moonlight spill over her bare skin. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, teasing the edge of her trimmed mound before dipping between slick folds. A soft moan escaped—deliberately loud. She circled her clit slowly at first, building the ache, then plunged two fingers inside, curling them against that sweet spot. Her hips rocked, breath hitching louder with every thrust.
She didn’t hear the soft creak of the fence. Didn’t notice the shadow move closer until a low, rough voice cut through the night: “Jesus, Sage… you trying to kill me over here?”
Her eyes flew open. There he was—Jake—standing just outside her window, jeans already tented, hand pressed to the obvious bulge. For a heartbeat she froze, fingers still buried deep, pussy clenching around them at the sight of him watching. Shame and heat flooded her at once. Then she smiled—slow, wicked—and kept moving her hand. “You gonna stand there staring, or come finish what you started watching?”
He didn’t hesitate. One leg over the sill, then the other, and he was inside her room—door still unlocked, curtains fluttering. He crossed the space in two strides, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head against the window frame. Glass cool against her back, his body hot against her front. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” he growled, free hand sliding between her thighs. “This wet little cunt’s been begging for it.”
His fingers replaced hers—thicker, rougher—plunging in deep while his thumb ground against her clit. Sage gasped, head falling back against the glass. “Fuck—yes—harder—” He obliged, finger-fucking her fast and filthy until she was dripping down his wrist. When she started to shake, close to the edge, he pulled out abruptly. “Not yet. You come on my cock or not at all.”
He spun her around, bent her over the window seat so her tits pressed to the cool pane, ass arched high. She heard his zipper, felt the blunt head of him nudge her entrance—then he slammed in to the hilt. Sage cried out, palms slapping the glass, body jolting forward with every brutal thrust. The window rattled in its frame. Anyone walking by could see—her heavy breasts bouncing, his hips snapping against her ass, the slick shine of her arousal coating his shaft every time he pulled back.
“Look at you,” he grunted, one hand fisting her hair to arch her neck. “Getting fucked like a needy slut right where the whole street can watch.” The thought made her clench hard around him. He reached around, rubbed frantic circles over her swollen clit. “Come for me—let them hear how loud you scream when you get filled.”
She shattered—back bowing, thighs trembling, a raw, broken moan tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed and gushed around his cock. Jake groaned, thrusts turning erratic, then buried himself deep and came—hot, thick spurts flooding her, leaking out around his shaft as he kept grinding through the aftershocks.
He stayed inside her a long moment, both panting, foreheads pressed to the glass. Finally he pulled out slow, watching his cum drip down her thighs. Sage turned, legs shaky, and sank to her knees in front of him. She licked him clean—slow, thorough—tasting them both while he stroked her hair.
“Next time,” he murmured, voice hoarse, “leave the window open again. I want round two.”
Sage smiled up at him, lips swollen and glossy. “It’ll be open every night, neighbor. Count on it.”