The kiss deepened, slow and steady, a gentle back and forth. Their lips moved together, a soft dance that spoke of knowing each other well. Daniel felt her pull him closer, her body fitting against his, and he responded, letting himself be wrapped up in her warmth. He tasted her, a sweet, intoxicating flavor that settled deep inside him. It was a kiss that promised forever, a promise he was terrifyingly close to accepting.
His hands slid down her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her fingers ran deeper into his hair, tilting his head just right, making the kiss more intense. He felt a soft moan rumble in his chest, and she answered with a low hum against his lips. The air around them felt thick, full of a delicious feeling of what was to come. Every touch, every small move, was like a quiet talk, making the unspoken bond between them stronger.
She broke the kiss, a soft, lingering brush of her lips against his, leaving him breathless. Her eyes, dark and bright in the dim light, held his gaze for a long moment, a silent question passing between them. Then, with a smooth move, she knelt before him, her dark hair falling around her shoulders.
Daniel watched, amazed, as she reached down and, with easy skill, hooked her fingers into the elastic band of his boxers. He felt the soft cloth slide down his legs, landing in a pile around his ankles. The cool air touched his cock, which was already hard and eager, pulsing with life.
Her eyes moved over him, looking at the length of his dick, a slow, admiring look that made him feel both open and incredibly wanted. He could see the hunger in her eyes again, that wild look he'd seen before, but now it was mixed with a gentle fire.
She reached out, her fingers closing gently around him. Her touch was soft, a light stroke that sent a jolt of pleasure through him. She stroked him once, slowly, carefully, then brought him to her mouth.
The warmth was instant, overwhelming. She took him in, slowly, gently, her lips soft and wet around his cock. Daniel gasped, a soft moan escaping his lips. Her tongue moved around the head of his dick, a teasing tickle that made his legs feel weak. He felt himself get bigger, pushing deeper into the warmth of her mouth.
"Oh... God..." Daniel moaned, his head falling back against the window frame. He closed his eyes, giving in to the amazing feeling.
As she kept sucking him, a long, drawn-out moan came from him. His head turned a little, his eyes opening, and he found himself looking at the glowing window of the Henderson house next door. Through the thin curtains, he saw a shadow move, then clearly, a person outlined against the light. His eyes got wide. He saw someone. A girl, tall and thin, standing at the window, clearly looking right at them.
His breath caught. "Cassandra," he tried to say, his voice thick with a sudden mix of embarrassment and not believing what he saw. "Stop... someone's watching."
She paused, her mouth still warm around his dick, and looked up at him, her eyes calm and not worried. A faint smile touched her lips. "I know, darling," she whispered, her voice a low purr that did nothing to make him feel better. "That's Ella. Mr. Henderson's daughter. She's old enough. Let her watch."
His mind spun. 'Let her watch?' 'What was she even saying?' This was crazy. Completely and totally crazy. He tried to speak again, to argue, but the words got stuck in his throat.
She lowered her head, taking him back into her mouth with a slow, careful suckle that sent another wave of pleasure through him. Daniel managed to mumble, "Are... are you sure?" but the words were barely heard, lost in the huge feelings he was having. He was still trying to understand that someone was watching them, but her mouth on him was too good, too powerful to fight. He was lost, totally lost.
After a few more amazing moments, she let go of him, pulling away with a soft sound. He stood there, his cock pulsing, shining, showing how good she was with her mouth. She stood up, moving smoothly like she had since walking into the bar. Her eyes were still fixed on his, that knowing smile on her lips.
Then, slowly, carefully, she began to take off her nightgown. The black silk whispered as it slid from her shoulders, landing in a pile around her feet. This time, Daniel was not drunk. This time, he saw her clearly in the moonlight, and she was stunning. Every curve, every line of her body was perfect. She was like a goddess made of moonlight and shadows, her skin pale and bright against the dark night. Her breasts were high and full, her stomach flat, leading down to the dark hair between her legs. Her hips were wide and inviting, promising pleasure. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, a sight of raw, wild beauty.
She walked towards the big glass window, moving easily and slowly. She pressed her bare breasts against the cool glass, her back to him, her ass lifted and showing, round and inviting in the moonlight. He could see the faint shape of her nipples pressed flat against the glass, standing out against the dark city lights outside.
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes burning into his, a silent invitation. Her voice was a low whisper, almost a command.
"What are you waiting for darling?." She asked softly.