by Michael Jade
Short Fiction/ Paranormal Erotica/ Supernatural bondage/Dubcon/ Cheating Wife/ Exhibition/Voyuerism
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Taken by tendrils whether she likes it or not--while the hot neighbor watches! 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 the vines and a sexy, voyeuristic neighbor join forces to take deliver pleasure in shocking ways she never saw coming.
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.
