I sat up, and watched her in the grey light, my eyes having adjusted to the gloom. Anal sex She used to jokingly describe herself as ‘compact and bejou’. Disappointing. I could feel its heat and tentatively pushed on until I felt something. I couldn’t sleep. She’d walk to the bathroom, close the door and a few seconds later I’d hear the shower go. Her fingers! She stirred again, totally moving position this time, rolling to the other side of the bed where I couldn’t reach. She sturred, I froze, waiting, I felt tense and poised, like a hunting cat, barely breathing, waiting, satin stretched across my hand, potentially seconds from being discovered, ostracised by my family as a little pervert. She was so incredibly sexy to me and I spent what seemed like every waking hour trying to be close to her, coming up with excuses to touch her, forever sneaking peeks at her body or simply staring at her if she was looking the other way.
