Flee

She ran. I peek out but she was quickly gone. I had lost my nerve and didn’t want to cross the street naked in broad day light anymore. I close the garage door and put my shorts on, not bothering with the rest. I regret the opportunity that was lost but the moment was passed and there was nothing I could do about it now. I spent the rest of the evening moping and I was watching an average action movie when the doorbell rang. I almost didn’t answer but I got my ass of the couch and opened the door. I was surprise to see Claire. She was wearing light blue short and a pink shirt. The material of her shirt was thin and I could see the outline of her bra underneath. She seemed quite uncomfortable and I couldn’t see why. It even became worst when she saw that I didn’t have a shirt but she often saw me without a shirt so my confusion only because greater. There was moment a silence. I spoke first: “Hi”
“Hi…” Again silence.
“So… did you want something?” I saw anguish at my question.
“I… I liked it.”
“You like what?” She seemed a bit irate that I didn’t understand because it obviously was something that was hard for her to talk about.
She took a deep breath and at the end it finally came out: “I like watching you masturbate.” I now was the one stun and since the dam was open she didn’t stop. “I like watching you stoke your cock. I keep thinking about it since then. I’m really wet and even if I masturbate my mind keeps coming back to your cock. I want to see you stroke it until you shoot your load.” At that point she wasn’t sure if she should run again or stay.