Hey buddy, "The Tease" Part 1

The sun is making its slow rise above the trees, and I am on the porch smoking my cigarette, waiting for her. Every morning the same routine, she exits the house still in her night gown, her hair sleep tousled. She comes outside to smoke her cigarettes too. She cannot see me hidden in the corner of my porch. I can feel myself grow hard waiting, anticipating her arrival. I wonder if she has ever noticed me watching her every chance I get.

6:00 a.m. and here she comes, something’s different this morning. Wait, holy shit, she’s not wearing panties.
She sits at the edge of the porch and leans back so the sun caresses her body.
Oh, she is such a tease. I wish I had the balls to walk over there and kneel before her, let my tongue tickle her inner thighs. To feel her moist center spill onto my face, as I assault her clit with my tongue. My cock is hard again, looks like I will have to relieve myself again.

There he sits hidden in the shadows of a Boston fern; I know he is watching me. He is there every morning; it heightens the sex ravishing my body. I have seen him out in his yard working, even daydreamed of him wrapping me into his lean tanned arms, pulling me to him, sliding his manhood slowly into my depths. I wish I had the nerve to walk over there and take his manhood into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the mushroom head before taking him all the way into my throat before his seed spills inside.

The sun feels good against my bare legs this morning, so I inch by inch raise the hem of my nightgown higher and higher until my trimmed sex is exposed. I know he is there, I can feel his eyes on me, I slowly part my legs, give him a little more. It’s like foreplay, a little tease to heighten the release. Only this game is making the heat between my thighs rage higher and higher. Trying to tease him really only teases me to the point I need release. Well if he is not going to give it to me I will just have to give it to myself.

I take the last drag of the cigarette, press my finger into my mouth to moisten; I rub across the entire area of my sex center. Spreading the lips I find my clit, give it a few flicks before inserting the tip of my finger into me. My body starts to tingle in that intimate way, it craves more than my finger, it wants a hard cock, deep inside to the inner depths, but my finger will have to do this morning. My hips thrust forward wanting more, more that my finger can not satisfy. I know he is watching still, I wonder how far he has gotten with his manhood, should I stop the seduction now or finish myself right in front of him.

I am so intent on watching her, when she slid her nightgown up and exposed her wetness to me; I almost shot my wad in my jeans. I needed to release my hardness from the confining jeans. Relief, now I can grow to the hardest I have been in a while. Her giving me this lets me know she is aware I am watching her. That only makes it better. Every time she inserts her finger I stroke myself, keeping perfect rhythm. I long to delve into her softness; taste her sex on my tongue. I know every inch of her body and never once have I touch her. My grip has tightened, I’m getting closer, and I throw my head back as a moan escapes, sweet release.