Sitting in an oversized chair, one leg thrown over the arm, the other stretched out. I happened to move in such a way that the seam of my jeans put just enough pressure on my clit that unbuttoning them seemed to be the only logical next step.
I slide my hand past my panties, down to my pussy. I love how extra wet I feel after a fresh wax. I circle my clit lightly, then slide my finger down my slit and back to my clit. I stand up and slide off my jeans and panties and return to my chair, this time both legs propped up on either arm, spreading myself wide open.
My head drops back as I continue teasing my pussy. I'm too busy to notice the man who happened to be walking by my window at that very time.
I sink two fingers inside of my pussy while circling my clit with the other hand. Hooking my fingers upwards, hitting my G spot harder and faster. I'm about to cum and my toes start to point. Then, a knock. A loud, irritating and relentless knock.
I stand and wrap a blanket around myself to answer the door. You're standing there with a smirk on your face, "Your blinds are open. I didn't mean to be that creep neighbor, sorry."
"Do you have a habit of spying on people? Because I can leave the bedroom blinds open too.", I joke, trying to break the tension.
"Do you have a habit of getting off on people watching you?", you say, stepping up into the house and close to me. Your smirk reappears as you close in with the intention of kissing me. "Maybe you should be taught a lesson."
I giggle and step back, "I hardly think you're qualified to teach at my level of education." Your eyebrows raise and your smirk grows into a wide smile as you close the gap between us. You reach down and yank the blanket from my hand. "Why act modestly, now? Arms up!", you say as you reach for my shirt. I slap your hands away. Your eyebrows raise again and the smile disappears. "Up!", you say in a much sterner voice. I lift my arms and you lightly pull the shirt up over my head, pausing when you reached my wrists. You pull one sleeve over my hand and twist the shirt so it tightens around my wrist. You grab my other hand and tie my wrists together in front of me with my shirt.
Sitting down in the same chair you caught me in, you pull me down and over your lap. My ass in the air and my hands beneath me, I feel your warm hands slide over my thighs. Up to my ass.
You grab each cheek and pull me apart, "A much better view than I previously had", you say as you let go. Suddenly I feel the sharp and familiar sting I had been craving, just at the same time the room filled with the sound of your hand slapping my ass. Again, this time harder, however in the exact same place. I let out a whimper before biting the cushioned arm of the chair.
You gently rub the outline of your hand on my ass. I relax slightly believing my correction was over.
Again, sharp and simultaneous slaps land perfectly on the opposite cheek. "You aren't going to be so careless again, are you?", you sweetly ask me.
You reach between my legs and slide your hand down my soaked pussy, to my swollen clit. As you slide over it, my hips jerk, giving away how sensitive my clit was.
An unexpected slap with your unoccupied hand to my ass while slipping two fingers deep inside of my pussy makes me moan deeply and push my ass back against your hand.
You stand me up in front of you and turn me around, facing away from you. You bend me over and grab my bound wrists from beneath me, pulling me back to you.
Your warm tongue surprises me as you lick my slit from behind, teasing my holes with your fingers. Lightly circling my pussy with your finger while you lick and tease my ass.
Two slaps, one to each cheek. My eyes slam shut and I try not to make a sound. "You get wetter when I spank you, Lover", you slyly say while unbuckeling your belt behind me. "I like that."