by Michael Jade
Short Fiction/ Paranormal Erotica/ Supernatural bondage/Exhibition/Voyuerism/FF/Bondage
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An erotic short story...
Janet finds great satisfaction and pleasure in working on
the secret garden she found abandoned on the rooftop of her apartment building.
When a mysterious, exotic plant she revived wants to express its gratitude,
both it and a sexy, voyeuristic neighbor join forces to take that satisfaction
and pleasure to a shockingly new, erotic level.
Excerpt:
Did she dare? Janet’s
exhibitionist behavior was way out of her norm, but she was just so damn horny
all of a sudden. And being watched was more arousing than she could have
guessed. She slowly slid her fingers from beneath her bikini top and rubbed
more of the lotion down her soft belly. Her fingers paused to flirt with the
waistband of her bikini bottoms, hoping her neighbor was enjoying things and
cheering her on. Her clit began to throb in earnest when she withheld, and with
a sigh of delight, Janet relented and plunged her fingers inside her bathing
suit. When she sucked in a breath, the scent of the flowers again filled and
expanded her awareness, giving her a disorienting sense of being both in her
body on the rooftop and across the way with her Peeping Tom at the same time. From
behind her sunglasses she stared openly at the young man, wondering whether he
was hard and touching himself. No, somehow knowing
that he was. Even before she picked up on the posture that seemed to
confirm it, she could sense he was stroking his need. The thought made her even
hotter, and her fingers played across the neatly trimmed pubic hair over the
pussy still hidden inside the crotch of her suit.
He pushed his body
more fully through the curtains, apparently no longer concerned that he would
be caught. He knew now that she was performing for his benefit, and she was
fairly certain from the telltale movements that he was dropping his pants. Her
probing fingers paused for a moment. How far should she really let this go?
What was she doing?
Her husband wasn’t
exactly opposed to certain outside activities. But so what if he’d suggested
swinging on more than one occasion? She’d always refused, even though she’d
suspected he’d done more than mild flirting on his part.
More likely she’d
just soaked in too much sun. Her head was definitely swimming, as though she’d
spiked her iced tea. She pulled her hand from between her legs and reached for the
glass, her gaze falling on the plant beside her. The heat of the day had caused
the rest of the blossoms to swell and pop open, and she couldn’t help but
notice how erotic it looked. Lord knew parts of her felt ready to pop. She took
a sip of her drink, and the cool, sweet liquid was like pure, heavenly nectar.
It was as though she were a desert traveler tasting it for the first time. Without
thinking, she fished an ice cube from the glass and glided it over her breasts,
leaving a delightfully cool, wet trail behind. She rubbed the cube over the
stiff buds that were visibly straining against her bikini, leaving darker
circles on the fabric.
The cube dissolved
into nothing, and she was again debating the topic of sunbathing au naturel
while she stretched. With a purr of pleasure, she closed her eyes and left her
arms up over her head, her wrists dangling over the top edge of the lounger.
She tried to picture herself through the man’s eyes as she draped herself seductively
over the chair, and her cunt throbbed with insistence that she resume her
attentions—preferably with her bathing suit off.
That’s when she
felt the slither of something wrapping itself around her wrists.
