Am I Watching?

~~I have this completely random thought in my head; hypothetical of course, but I can't help but wonder how you'd feel if you were in your house; upstairs alone, but not home alone and just out of the shower after working out, and you got a message from me, "Open your blinds a little more."  You stare at the message because you'd felt something; like a sixth sense that you were being watched. 

Would you be frozen in place with your heart racing at the idea of it; or would you think 'what a perv'? 

Would you reply, "What?!  Are you peeping, you perv?" but then go open your blinds a little more wondering if I was really out there; watching and loving the sight of you and even more so the knowledge that you'd just done what I wanted?  Would that realization thrill you just as much?  The idea of me out there watching you, craving you, needing to at least see you such a powerful aphrodisiac? 

Would you smile and maybe get a tingle up your spine when I reply, "So much better; thank you beautiful." 

Would you reply with something like, "You're crazy; I'm not home alone; are you really watching me?" 

You expected a maybe, but would you feel a sudden chill from just being in a wet towel with wet hair when I replied with a "Yesssssss" 

Would you think that this is crazy, but such a wonderful crazy that you couldn't wait to see what was going to happen? 

Would your mouth go dry; your entire body buzzing when I added, "Take off your towel." 

Would you read the message and listen to your heart pound?  Would you think that there wasn't a please; it wasn't a request, it was an order and the chill you'd felt was gone and you felt nothing but heat.  Heat like in the tanning bed; almost consuming you, but the heat wasn't external.  It was an internal heat and would you feel so completely out of control that just the slightest touch might send you to a wonderful orgasm?  Would the thought of me watching you make you feel like your feet weren't touching the ground? 

Would you "Say please" and then shake your head as you looked at your trembling hands? 

"Just do it" came my immediate reply and then, "You know you want to" made your vision go blurry. 

Would you stand there in front of the window; completely frozen in place? Would you be thinking, "the evil bastard is right; I do want to do it.  Furthermore, would you be thinking, 'does he know I'm so close to cuming right now?"  That having my eyes on you; knowing how much I wanted you was so arousing, so erotic; that you wanted me so badly it hurt.  Would you wish for the impossible; to hear my footsteps on the stairs coming for you; so that we could enjoy each other?

Your thoughts were interrupted as I messaged, "God baby; you look so sexy there.  I know you're turned on; are you going to cum for me?" 

Would you feel your toes curling up as a spasm ran through your body?  Would you completely lose track of time; would you wonder if you were supposed to be downstairs soon because you couldn't even remember if you'd had dinner or not?

"Are you being shy, sexy?" I messaged.  Would you rather put something on and let me see you that way?  Something skimpy and that hugs your curves perhaps?  Does it help you to know that you're not the only one turned on?  I'm so close to cuming just from the knowledge I've got you so turned on." 

Would you know exactly what to wear? Maybe something you'd imagined wearing for me?  Would you pick something sheer knowing that with the lamp on behind you I'd see everything?

Would you leave the window and walk on wobbly legs as you go to find what you wanted to wear for me?  Would you slowly pull it down over your head; feeling the sheer and silky fabric as it slid down over your luscious body?  Would you imagine how amazing it would feel to be doing that right in front of me as your body's arousal raced out of control as you saw how much I wanted you; how much I needed you? Would you be anxious to hear my reaction; read my words describing how fantastic you looked?

Would you be confused when you saw I'd messaged, "I bet you look fantastic" and then added a photo of me sitting in my apartment? 

Would you quickly type, "What the hell?!"

"Sorry babe" I responded.  "I'm not there, but I wish I was there.  Are you nude or did you put something on?" 

Would your whole body be on fire and would you quickly take a pic of you in the nightie and send it just before rushing into the bathroom and locking the door?  Would you lean against the vanity as your fingers brought you to an amazing climax as you imagined me behind you thrusting deep inside you? 

Would you feel faint and have to lean over on the vanity to steady yourself?  Would you look in the mirror and know I'd marvel at how sexy you looked.  Would you snap another picture knowing it would drive me insane as you had a sexy smile on your face and your breasts were nearly falling out of the top of the nightie? 

Would you imagine what I was doing in my house as I looked at the pictures you sent?  Would you describe for me how amazing your orgasm had felt and what you had imagined we were doing and how that had made you cum so hard?  Would you feel your arousal start to grow again when I sent you a pic of my hardness; so obviously wanting you? 

Would you close your eyes and imagine what it would be like the next time we were together?