For Your Pleasure by Elisa Adams Page A

and walked away. Somehow, his absence escalated my excitement. Was he somewhere in a darkened room, watching me out a window?
    I moved aside my shorts and panties, exposing my pussy to the hot night air. I brushed my finger down my slit, wishing it was his finger instead. My skin was already slick with moisture, and the dampness increased as I stroked myself with my wet fingers. My breasts tingled, my nipples ached for his lips.
    How many nights had I touched myself, thinking of him? Too many, but never like this. Never outside, in full view of anyone who happened to be looking.
    In full view of my neighbor, if he chose to look.
    But he hadn’t seen me yet, had he? Maybe he wouldn’t. To someone like him, I was invisible. I’d seen his women. Watched him fuck them in his bed while they clawed at his back and thrashed their heads from side to side. An endless parade of blondes, with the occasional redhead thrown in. My neighbor liked them tall and model thin. Two things I would never achieve. Not in this lifetime.
    I wasn’t bitter about that, though. Five foot four was tall enough. I liked my curves. The men I dated liked my curves. If my neighbor didn’t, that was his loss.
    A car door slamming somewhere in the neighborhood made me freeze, but only for a second. The trees throughout the yard would keep most neighbors from nosing around, and his was the closest house to mine. If he saw me, I didn’t care. Maybe I even wanted him to.
    My lids sank closed, my mind already forming images of what he might be doing since he’d left the room. I continued to play my fingers across my flesh, slowly now, knowing I was getting too close to climax and not yet ready for it to be over.
    The hair on my arms prickled. I opened my eyes and my breath caught in my throat. He’d moved back to the windows and was standing there with one palm pressed to the glass. The heat in his eyes made my pulse skitter. I swallowed hard. Oh, God. Not my imagination. He was watching me. My movements stilled. What was I supposed to do now? I started to pull my fingers away from my body, but he shook his head. One word mouthed from those full lips had me shaking in my chair.
    More.
    I swallowed hard. This couldn’t be happening, andyet, I couldn’t deny it. He didn’t want me to stop.
    When I didn’t move, a sexy smile spread over his face and a spark of challenge lit his eyes. My whole body quivered, my pussy growing even damper. “Come on,” he mouthed now, and even though a pane of glass separated us I could almost feel his deep voice slide over me like cool silk. Helpless to stop myself, I obeyed the command in his eyes, slipping my hand back between my legs to finger my pussy again.
    I slipped two fingers inside my channel, stroking in and out. My thumb on my clit, I pressed down and cried out at the jolt of pleasure. It was too much. I wasn’t this bold. I wasn’t sure I could masturbate with him watching me, but I didn’t want to stop. I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out everything but the feeling of my own fingers. He still watched. I could feel his gaze all over my skin. The idea of putting on a show should have turned me off, but it didn’t. All this time I’d wanted him to notice me, and now he had.
    A minute or so later, strong hands moved my legs apart and my eyes flew open. He knelt between my legs, his mouth inches from my pussy. His gaze met mine and locked. The heat I found there made a wisp of arousal curl in my belly.
    My face flaming, I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and started to readjust my bikini bottom, but he didn’t let me finish. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, sucking my fingers into his mouth. He laved them with his tongue before he let me go. I whimpered.
    “What’s your name?” he asked in a deep whisper.
    “Callie.” I didn’t ask his, because I didn’t want to know. It was more exciting this way, lying here socompletely open to a stranger. I could barely breathe, barely