I fantasize about you watching me touch myself. I imagine that you are peeking watching me from somewhere hidden. You think I do not know you are watching but I know, and I desire to make you sweat, to make you yearn, to make you ache to tell me you are then and more turned on than you can imagine. I come in I slowly begin to peal my lacey white tank off my bountiful bosoms. You can clearly see the line of my white laced bra. I arch my back forcing my rack forward as I reach behind me and grasp the clasp that holds it around my body. As it releases and falls gently forward I turn from where you watch, so that you can only see the edge of my round breasts showing around the sides of my gently curving chest and waist line. I bend down and unlatch the buckles of my high heals, slipping them off gently while my posterior floats gently in the air where it is clear for you to see. Topless I turn and face the bed, I briefly hold my breasts in the palm of my hands before they slide down my silky skin, over my skirt and then gently lifting it. One leg on the bed I lightly grasp the top of my stocking, caress them down my thigh, over my knee and to my toes. then I switch legs and as this one goes up on the bed you think you can almost see directly between my thighs but it is a too dark to be certain. My other stocking slides down the shapely leg and off of my body. standing up again, the zipper on my skirt is undone and fabric drops to the floor. I am standing there in a thong. You notice one or two dark curls wrap around its sleek edge before they too are removed and I lay on my back over the covers. I rest my soles close up to my buttocks, my knees high in the air, legs apart. With my delicate fingers I grasp at my lower lips spreading them apart revealing a small nodule that I begin to stroke. I draw in a deep breath as the intensity grows. A low moan escaping my lips. My wet hungry sex opens and gasps for the attention of my fingers. inevitably my back arches pushing my sex forward, opening it so it can receive pleasure easier. unabashedly I moan louder. successively getting more strained and heated. As the power and pleasure mounts almost to it's peak my fingers back away and play meekly with the dark curls. The disappointment of being so close inescapable but knowledge that it only gets stronger is torturously hanging over me, before i once again stroke the pebble like pleasure center of my soul. my effort to restrain the moans comes out as shallow shrieks of pleasant pain that build in volume in intensity. Until at the moment of blinding shuttering passion I am full out screaming. I collapse on the bed, overtaken by my afterglow. You sit watching mesmerized and unbearably turned on.