EROTIC FICTION
Watching Me, Watching You
Her eyes followed the lines of his broad shoulders, his firm abdomen, his narrow hips, and stopped at his crotch.
Something outside caught her attention while she folded the laundry. She glanced out of the window, but it took her a second or two before she noticed the neighbor in the hammock in his garden. Cora’s eyes scanned the rest of the garden, but his wife was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes returned to the man, and she ran them over his lithe body — a body that needed to age at least twenty-five more years to get to where she was.
Something stirred inside. This young couple reminded her of her younger years, when love was uncomplicated, and her entire life still waited for her.
Her eyes followed the lines of his broad shoulders, his firm abdomen, his narrow hips, his long, athletic legs. Her eyes rested on his pants, imagining his cock and what it looked like. Cora slipped her hand under her shirt and cupped a sagging breast. The nipple was hard. She glanced down at her braless nipples straining against the shirt, as if begging her to be released.
Looking at her neighbor again, she confirmed he was in a deep sleep, his head turned away. She pulled her shirt off over her head, and quickly also…
