I was flat on my back, legs spread, so if Daniel walked by, he would get a bird’s-eye view of my pussy. I circled my clit with my fingers, enjoying my wetness and aching for Daniel to put his strong hands all over me.

I continued to massage my moist clit for a few minutes, but there was no sign of him. I had to get his attention. I had to find a way to get him to watch me pleasuring myself. So, I knocked over a glass that was resting on my nightstand. I knew a gentleman like Daniel would be sure to see if anything was wrong—and do whatever he could to help. And right on cue, as soon as the glass shattered against the hardwood floor, I heard him get up from the bed in his room.

By the time he got to the doorway, I’d already slid two fingers inside my pussy and was furiously fucking myself. Our eyes locked. This time, I didn’t even bother pretending not to see him, and he certainly couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t watching. Neither of us spoke. I arched my back and continued digging my fingers deeper and deeper inside my dripping, wet hole. He looked mesmerized, as if he had never seen a woman pleasuring herself before. I glanced over at his crotch and saw a bulge slowly forming in his pants. As his cock got bigger and bigger underneath his clothes, I fucked myself faster and faster. I let out a loud moan when I came. Daniel walked away, and I curled my body into a ball on the bed. Part of me wondered if I had gone too far. But since we were clearly both enjoying it, I wanted to go all the way.