On Display
Exposed Desire
The city stretched before me, a sea of glowing windows and neon reflections. Standing close to the glass, I could feel the night air seeping through the barely cracked window, cool against my heated skin. My sheer mesh pajamas did little to conceal the growing evidence of my arousal, the fabric clinging to my hardening length.
I knew the risk. That was the best part.
Across the way, a few windows were still lit, silhouettes moving inside. Were they looking? Had someone already noticed the way the thin material outlined every inch of me? The thought sent a thrill straight through my core.
I let my fingers drift, teasing myself through the fabric, feeling the restrained pulse of my cock against my palm. The sensation was electric—made even better by the knowledge that I wasn’t hidden. Anyone could look up at any moment and see me, shameless and needy, putting on a show I wasn’t supposed to.
Slowly, I slid my waistband down just enough to free myself, the cool air a stark contrast to the burning heat of my skin. My cockring kept me hard and throbbing, each stroke heightening the ache, drawing out the pleasure. I imagined eyes locked on me, watching, waiting for me to tip over the edge.
I bit my lip to stifle a groan as my strokes quickened, hips pressing against the glass. My breath fogged up the window, a hazy imprint of my lust. The tension coiled tighter, pleasure surging until—fuck—I spilled over, hot and thick, streaking my stomach as I gasped through the final waves.
Chest rising and falling, I glanced across the way. A figure stood frozen in a lit window, a shadowed outline staring directly at me.
A smirk tugged at my lips.
Maybe tomorrow, I’d give them a better show.
The city stretched before me, a sea of glowing windows and neon reflections. Standing close to the glass, I could feel the night air seeping through the barely cracked window, cool against my heated skin. My sheer mesh pajamas did little to conceal the growing evidence of my arousal, the fabric clinging to my hardening length.
I knew the risk. That was the best part.
Across the way, a few windows were still lit, silhouettes moving inside. Were they looking? Had someone already noticed the way the thin material outlined every inch of me? The thought sent a thrill straight through my core.
I let my fingers drift, teasing myself through the fabric, feeling the restrained pulse of my cock against my palm. The sensation was electric—made even better by the knowledge that I wasn’t hidden. Anyone could look up at any moment and see me, shameless and needy, putting on a show I wasn’t supposed to.
Slowly, I slid my waistband down just enough to free myself, the cool air a stark contrast to the burning heat of my skin. My cockring kept me hard and throbbing, each stroke heightening the ache, drawing out the pleasure. I imagined eyes locked on me, watching, waiting for me to tip over the edge.
I bit my lip to stifle a groan as my strokes quickened, hips pressing against the glass. My breath fogged up the window, a hazy imprint of my lust. The tension coiled tighter, pleasure surging until—fuck—I spilled over, hot and thick, streaking my stomach as I gasped through the final waves.
Chest rising and falling, I glanced across the way. A figure stood frozen in a lit window, a shadowed outline staring directly at me.
A smirk tugged at my lips.
Maybe tomorrow, I’d give them a better show.
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