I'd been three weeks out from the last time Olivia and I tangled, three weeks of gnawing emptiness where the memory of her touch on my skin was as ghostly as the morning fog. My dick yearned for the silken grip of her pussy, an ache like a punk song that never quite left the stereo of my mind.
It was a life of repetition - work, gym, sleep, repeat. The monotonous rhythm was beginning to wear thin on me. But then, it happened.
As I walked home from the gym, the sweat soaking through my shirt like a badge of honor, I saw her. Olivia. She was stepping out of the office building across the street, looking like she'd just stepped out of a punk concert poster. My heart pounded in my chest like a drumline in overdrive.
"Olivia!" I called out, my voice echoing in the concrete jungle that surrounded us.
Her head whipped around at the sound of my voice, and her eyes lit up like the city skyline at night. "Midas! You're a sight for sore eyes." Her voice was a melody that I didn't realize I missed until I heard it again.
We fell back into our rhythm as we walked side by side. The tension between us was palpable, feeding off our shared memories and shared desires.
"So, what's new, Olivia?" I asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice.
She shrugged, her shoulders rising and falling beneath her fitted blouse. "Busy, mostly. Missed our chats though."
"Me too," I confessed. "What do you say we catch up over dinner?"
Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I'd like that, Midas."
Fast forward to the evening. I was waiting at the restaurant, my heart pounding like a runaway train when I saw her standing at the entrance. She was a vision, a seductive siren whose call I couldn't resist.
Over dinner, the conversation flowed like fine wine. We shared stories, dreams, laughter, the chemistry between us a palpable entity. Every touch was electric, every look filled with promise.
"How about we get out of here?" I suggested, unable to keep the hunger out of my voice.
Olivia grinned, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Lead the way, Midas."
Back at my place, the desire between us was intensifying. But something caught my attention - a movement at the window. I glanced over and saw a woman watching us. The sight sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me, adding an element of danger that only served to heighten the desire. I didn't mention her to Olivia, this was our night, and I wasn't about to let anything ruin it.
We got lost in each other, in the rhythm of our bodies, in the heat of our passion. It was a dance as old as time, yet as fresh and exciting as the first time. I locked eyes with the woman at the window once again, her gaze never wavering. But I kept my secret. This was our moment, and I wasn't about to let anyone, not even a mysterious woman at the window, interfere. As Olivia and I moved together, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just her and me and the pulsing rhythm of our bodies. I explored every inch of her, my hands mapping out the curves of her body like a lovesick cartographer. My lips traced a path down her neck, my tongue dancing over her breasts, making her gasp with pleasure.
My hand slipped between her legs, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy. My fingers danced across her, teasing, exploring, before I replaced them with my mouth. I tasted her, savoring her sweetness, listening to the symphony of her moans and gasps. It was a punk rock concert of passion, a maelstrom of desire that swept us both away.
Meanwhile, the woman at the window continued to watch. Her gaze was an unspoken challenge, a silent voyeur to our passion. But I still didn't say anything, focusing on Olivia, on the feel of her, on the taste of her, on the sound of her sighs and moans.
When I couldn't stand it any longer, I moved up her body, my dick pressing against her. Olivia's hands gripped me, guiding me to her. The sensation of entering her was like the sweetest melody, a song of love and desire that echoed through the room.
Our bodies moved in sync, a dance of passion that felt as natural as breathing. Olivia's legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her, and I lost myself in the sensation. I looked into her eyes, seeing the same raw desire reflected in them.
We moved together, faster, harder, the room filled with the sounds of our pleasure. My gaze flicked to the window again, the woman still there, watching. The thrill of being watched added another layer to the already heady mix of emotions coursing through me.
As we rode the wave of our shared climax, I felt a sense of completion, of rightness. I pulled Olivia close, our bodies entwined in the afterglow of our passion. The woman at the window had disappeared, leaving us alone in our cocoon of pleasure.
"I've missed this, Olivia," I whispered in her ear, my voice filled with sincerity. Her hand traced lazy circles on my chest as she replied, "Me too, Midas."
As we lay there, spent and satisfied, the memory of the woman at the window lingered in my mind. But that was a mystery for another day. Tonight, it was just Olivia and me, and the memory of our passion.
And that's how it started. The rekindling of an old flame, the thrill of a secret voyeur, and the promise of more to come. This was our story, a story of desire, of passion, and of an insatiable hunger that refused to be tamed.
About the Creator
Hello! I'm Midas, the storytelling enthusiast. From mythical tales to high-stakes adventures, I bring life's magic to paper. When not weaving words, I delve into books or on a global escapade. Join me, as every tale is a golden adventure!