The only thing covering the lean sinews of his muscles and all that beautiful skin was that damn bandage.
He stood up and lifted one foot to the bed. Long and powerful, the muscles in his legs were just as defined as his chest, and arms, and abs…
Penny slid the curtain open wider and pushed the blinds aside. His head bent, his face was turned away from her.
He could not see her from where he stood. She was safe.
And then he reached down. What on earth? Oh, God, he’d taken hold of himself.
A cloud moved and the sunlight hit him perfectly. His manhood jutted out and upwards. Penny swallowed hard and shifted uncomfortably.
Was he doing what she thought he was doing?
Just then his head tilted back and his arm began moving in a suggestive manner. Penny froze. She should step away from the window. She should let the window coverings fall back into place and leave the office.
Right now– this very instant!
But she couldn’t.
Her feet refused to step back. Her hand refused to release the blind.
She just stood there, watching the muscles of his arms and throat as he tensed and stroked.
She imagined his cock, purple and angry, straining upward beneath his hand. He might be moving his thumb in tiny movements around the tip. Feeling a little short of breath, Penny shifted again and her towel loosened.
She ignored it.
Heat spread to her center and an urgent pulsing between her legs grew in intensity.
Almost without thinking, she allowed her hand to drift downwards– past her belly– into the soft tuffs of her hair– lower.
The sensitive flesh there was already wet and swollen.
Next door, within the room across the way, his movements quickened.
She licked her lips and began rubbing herself, slowly at first– and then faster. It didn’t take long for her strokes to match the rhythm he’d set.
Gazing into the window from beneath heavy lids, Penny could barely focus now. And then his hips jerked forward. Her towel dropped to the floor but she didn’t care. He couldn’t see her. It didn’t matter that she was standing, naked, leaning into the glass.
The light wasoff in the office. This wasn’t real. It was as though she didn’t exist.
She didn’t want to stop.
She didn’t want him to stop.
The speed of his motions increased in vigor and intensity. Penny could barely stand up. Her legs had turned to jelly and her knees were about to buckle, but she was so close. She continued watching him, touching herself, moving in concert with his pace.
Penny imagined it was him touching her, and her touching him. Tension grew. All of her energy, all of her concentration, focused on the touch of her own hand and the vision that was Chaz.
She reached up with her other hand and rubbed, squeezed, and then pinched her breast.
At the same time, he jerked fast, fast, and then hard forward, the muscles in his neck straining.
She fantasized him coming inside of her, his cock reaching for her womb, spreading her, filling her.
She pressed hard against herself and rubbed at her breast frantically.
As the tension exploded, she panted and strained. She didn’t want to close her eyes but couldn’t keep them open a second longer. Too much sensation!
