Whitney had noticed the faint shadows moving in the bushes outside her house. At first, she thought it was just the neighborhood cats prowling around, but the pattern was too consistent. She had a suspicion it was Chad. He was a typical teenager with a curiosity that often led him into trouble and lived next door.
That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink, Whitney decided to give Chad something to really look at. She dimmed the lights in her bedroom and turned on some sultry music, letting the bass thump softly through the walls. With a smirk, she began to dance, her body moving in rhythm with the beat, her curves swaying and hypnotizing.
The curtains fluttered as she approached the window, allowing the moonlight to cast a silver glow on her bare skin. She had chosen a simple white tank top and a pair of lacy panties that clung to her in all the right places. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and mischief as she began to strip, peeling off the tank top and dropping it to the floor.
Her eyes flicked to the window, spotting Chad’s silhouette in the darkness. He was leaning against the fence, his eyes glued to the show unfolding before him. Whitney felt a thrill run down her spine at the thought of him watching, his breath quickening in the night air as he took in the sight of her naked body.
Slowly, she slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties and began to lower them, revealing inch by inch of her soft, toned stomach. Chad’s hand was clearly visible, moving rapidly in his pants as he tried to keep his arousal in check. With a playful wink, she let her panties fall to her ankles, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
Her full breasts bounced gently as she moved to the bed, her nipples hardening with each step. She grabbed a velvety pink toy from her nightstand, the vibrations already humming in anticipation. As she laid back on the bed, she could see Chad’s reflection in the window, his hand moving faster now, his breathing shallow.
Whitney spread her legs, giving him an unobstructed view of her most intimate area. She touched herself, her fingertips tracing lightly over her folds, teasing and building her desire. She watched him through half-lidded eyes as she brought the toy to her clit, her body reacting instantly to the sensation.
The sound of her moans grew louder, filling the room and surely reaching Chad’s eager ears. His strokes matched the tempo of her masturbation, their silent rhythm perfectly in sync. She knew he was getting closer, and she wanted to push him over the edge.
With a flick of her wrist, she increased the toy’s speed, her hips rising to meet it. Her moans grew more intense, the sound echoing in the quiet night. She watched Chad’s reflection, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open as he stared, transfixed by the scene before him.
Whitney felt the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm, her body tightening and her breaths coming in short gasps. She knew Chad was close too; his hand was a blur in his pants. She moved the toy in a pattern she knew would drive him wild, her own pleasure building.
And then it hit her, a wave of ecstasy that made her arch her back and cry out. She watched as Chad’s hand stilled, and then he leaned back, releasing his own climax into the night. For a moment, they were connected, sharing a secret moment of pleasure across the darkened space.
As she lay there, panting and satisfied, Whitney couldn’t help but feel a sense of power. She had control over him, and she liked it. But she also knew she had to be careful. This little game could easily get out of hand, and she didn’t want to cause trouble for herself or Chad.
But for now, she reveled in the thrill of the illicit encounter. She slipped on a silk robe and went to the window, peeking out to find Chad had disappeared. With a knowing smile, she whispered into the night, “Good boy,” before closing the curtains and heading to the shower, her body still buzzing from the rush of adrenaline.
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