…I muttered as I pulled off my clothes and began to caress my body. I touched my boobs, down to my waist and my ass gently, moaning softly with each touch.
How I wished he was outside my open window, so he could see what I was doing to myself, what he could be doing to me. I wanted him to watch me, caress me, touch me, feel me, but I knew he had left with a sunken heart anyway.
So I walked over to the large window that covered a whole wall in my full nudity and closed it all up with the large, peach curtain.
I went back to the couch, my legs spread wide as I thought about him; I thought about Hayes as the thought of Arthur was far, far gone. It seemed like a new, fleeting interest, it felt like infatuation, but at the same time, it didn't.
I barely knew him, yet I caressed my boobs, wishing it was him; I touched down to my waist till I reached my throbbing cunt wishing it was him, wishing he was at least here to want me to do it.
