She Continues Masturbating By the Door

Alisha kneeled leaning forward into the door, barely resisting the urge to knock as she masturbated furiously. Part of her wondered how long it had been, most of her figured it hadn’t been long enough as she continued to fail to cum.

She heard the casual steps coming from around the corner, part of her felt compelled to run and hide. Anything to keep from getting caught! That course of action however, was off the table as she leaned a cheek against the door gasping and moaning quietly, while watching a shadow casually striding around the corner.

She decided she was too far gone, she hungered for attention. She craved the hungry stares of any eyes that set upon her, and her exposed body, questing towards an elusive apex of pleasure. Driven on by the idea of captivating an audience with its attempt at achievement.

Leaning away from the door, Alisha yearned for the shadow to manifest into an observer, as it lurked reaching forth from around a corner. She forgot about even trying to suppress her lurid sounds, deliberately becoming louder, and more exaggerated as she thought about the even greater pleasure she desired.

Leaning forward on her knees, eyes locked on the shadow, knowing its ambiguous owner could hear her she frigged her pussy harder, struggling to push aside her moans, gasps, and heavy breathing. “Come... Come... He... Here...” Alisha finally gasped passionately, smiling with wonder as she started to hear excited feminine screams of pleasure from the room behind her.

Alisha wanted that, the woman in there was obviously losing her mind in pleasure. Her mind thought of the wonder of being fucked up against the door, being rammed towards it by a fucking cock aggressively like a medieval siege weapon.

The perverse thought grew more deprived as she thought about the door giving way, opened by some naked couple to find two people collapsing rutting unceasingly in their door way. She grinned thinking of how many times she had adorned flashy, feathery colours for Caribbean festivals, like some overly clothed showgirl flaunting all she could shy of stripping.

Alisha exhaled a long moan at that thought, thinking of a sequined garment that accentuated her full round breasts, presenting her pert brown nipples atop her mocha cleavage. She imagined a thong parting around her pussy lips, and the potential ways the parade could have devolved into a primal orgy of avian like flashy colours and cries of pleasure.

Opening her eyes, she became distressed, the shadow was withdrawing around the corner, Alisha grew more aggressive in her attempts to sexually lure the unseen stranger. Torn between the retreating prospect around the corner and the increasing sexual fracas in the room behind her she felt torn.

To chase after the shadow retreating from view, or pound on the door behind her. Seeking the answer to her call for attention.