No explanation.
I wanted to see her face when she found them. Wanted to watch confusion turn to unease turn to something else.
Fear, maybe.
Or curiosity.
Either way, she'd know someone was paying attention.
Someone was watching.
Before I could even read the time on my watch, the headlights from Lena’s vehicle bounced around casting shadows. The sky had already started to darken overhead, the last rays of a sunset fading overhead.I positioned myself in the woods behind her cabin just in time.I made sure that I was justout of view beyond the tree line where the shadows were thick enough to hide me.
Close enough to see through her kitchen window.
My pulse quickened the second the light flickered on in the small kitchen, and the smell of damp earth surrounded me. There was a chance of a huge rainfall at any minute, the sky was slightly cloudy overhead but I needed this moment. I needed to see Lena discover my gifts that I’d left just for her.
I saw her set her purse down, and head to the fridge. The second that it registered that something was different, I knew. She’d stopped in her tracks and turned to look at table.
My pulse quickened as I reveled in the look of confusion that crossed her features, and my hand slid to my dick and I palmed myself. God, I wanted to stroke myself.
Get just an inch of relief.
Not yet,I thought.
Lena went to the art supplies, picking them up and examining them. They were the same exact brand but new.
Unused.
First she picked up the charcoal, bringing it to eye level and then she ran her fingers over the paper. She bit at her lip, and confusion remained on her face. Finally, I saw her shake her head and she set the supplies back down and put the tea kettle on the small stove.
She was tired, I could see the exhaustion in the way she held her shoulders. When she was done getting the tea on, she returned to the table and picked the charcoal up once more.
Slowly, I watched as she began to draw…
My breath hitched and I couldn’t take it anymore. Unzipping my pants, my waiting dick sprang out.
I was hard and ready, the need to slide into something slick and waiting.
Lena's hand bore down, the charcoal leaving thick, dark strokes across the page. My grip tightened in response. Her wrist flicked rapidly, creating quick, jagged lines; my hand on my dick matching her tempo, stroke for stroke. When she paused, tilting her head at the drawing, I froze mid-motion, waiting.
Then her fingers resumed their dance across the paper, and I continued, the night air catching in my throat as sweat beaded at my temples despite the chill.
The concentration that had etched its way onto Lena’s face, mirrored my own. She once again sped up and my hand followed. The friction that was building was pushing me towards a climax I was desperate to reach.
Suddenly, the kettle began to whistle, a high pitched thin sound that cut through everything.
That sent me over the edge, and my cum spilled across my hand in a rush.
Gasping for air, I tugged a few more times leaning against a tree as a wave of euphoria washed over me.
“Fuck,” I groaned knowing it was time to leave before I was discovered.
As the world came back into normal view, my body stopped shaking from the orgasm. Lena began fixing herself a cup of tea and then sat down at the table, returning to her drawing. Completely absorbed. Unaware. I tucked myself back into my jeans, then stay for a few moments longer.
The feeling in my chest bloomed as I watched her.
She was using the supplies I'd given her and creating something new. Something that wouldn't exist if I hadn't left those gifts for her.
