The Watcher - Scene 1

Jennifer gets wet knowing Alison is out there. The girl hides in the bushes every Thursday, breathing hard, watching through the window like she owns the night. Jennifer doesn’t turn on extra lights. She lets the low glow from the lamp catch the blonde curves of her tits as she strips down slow, then slides two fingers straight into her cunt. She spreads on the couch, knees wide, and works herself open while the brunette teen stares. Every wet sound carries. Jennifer pumps harder when she pictures Alison’s hand stuck down her own panties, rubbing in the dark. Her breath hitches, but she stays quiet, letting the girl take it all in. Juice coats her fingers; she drags them up over her clit, circles, then sinks them deep again. She comes with her mouth open and no sound, just the tight squeeze of her pussy around her knuckles. She licks her fingers clean, stands, and finally walks to the door. When she opens it, Alison is still frozen in the leaves, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. Jennifer doesn’t say a word. She just steps aside and waits.