Pet Me Like a Cat ♕

I have an embarrassing secret. I sometimes spy on my neighbor.

My bedroom window faces his living room and I often hide in plain sight. I stand naked behind my sheer drapes. He is a pussy man. By that, I mean that he seems to spend most of his time at home with his cat. The way he cares for her intrigues me. I like to watch him stroking his pretty furry girl. His hands are large and smooth. His fingers are long and well-groomed. I often find myself fantasizing about what his hands might feel like through my hair. I think of his index finger resting on my bottom lip as I gently open my mouth to taste his skin. His cat bites him as he laughs and continues to massage her. I wonder whether he’d pet me like a cat. Would he keep touching me if I bit and scratched him too?

Would he pet me like a cat?

I was curious to know. Heat with heavy rainfall had ruined the day. Frustrated by canceled plans, I was bored and horny. I looked out my window.  My neighbor was caressing his cat. Imagining his nimble fingers tracing the outline of my face to the center of my breasts made my nipples harden. My body longed to be explored by those hands. My deepest points of pleasure yearned to be discovered by his fingers. I craved the taste of my own pussy on his fingertips. I wanted him to pet me like a cat and allow me to mark him the way his favorite pussy does.

My neighbor’s a nice guy. I’m shy with nice guys. Would he pet me like a cat if I asked?

I was compelled to run out my front door in my lingerie. I’d be cloaked indiscretion by the veil of goddess-gasms squirting from the sky. I’d reach his doorstep thoroughly drenched. He’d know by the smell of me what I had come for and invite me in, despite thinking I’m insane. We’d sit together where he usually sits alone with his cat. He’d offer me hot mint tea with honey. As the warm sweetness touched my lips, he’d forget that I was just his horny neighbor. He’d touch my wet hair. His hands would do what’s familiar to them. His hands would pet me like a cat before my neighbor realized that I am a woman. But by then, he’d already be between my thighs. I would already be scratching him. I would already be biting him. He would already be loving me like a sweet giant pussy.

My neighbor is a nice guy. Nice guys don’t pet naughty whores like me, do they?

Anyway, I didn’t leave my home. I pulled my curtains all the way back and pressed my naked body against my window. Feigning boldness, I hid behind the near-blinding downpour of rain. He never looked up from his cat. He didn’t know to look through the rain to see me and my desire. I pressed my own wet pussy against the fog in my window. My cowardice dissipated when I remembered my furry catsuit from last year’s Halloween. I cannot wait to tell you what I did next. Do you think my neighbor only pet me like a cat? What materialized exceeded my wildest fantasies. Take a careful look at your hands. Do you have the kind of hands I would like to be touched by? I’ll bet you do. Call me with them. Let’s play.