He saw me through the window

My status the other day about being in a naught mood and undressing in front of an open window was noticed by a friend, who wanted to know what happened or what I wanted to happen. ~sigh~ nothing happened. After a while, I put on a sundress and my makeup and ran errands. But what I wanted to happen..... no idea really, but in fantasy, I began to daydream. Had my Butterfly nearby just in case...

~~~He walks in silently, strips in the living room and embraces me from behind... total surprise! has has man hard against my waist and he's kissing my neck and ear telling me i'm so beautiful and my knees go to jelly. he picks me up and carries me to the couch, my legs swinging, anklet sparkling, and he lays me on my back gently, his knees pushing mine apart, his hands pulling mine above my head and he keeps kissing me, hot open mouth but no tongue... his man finds my flower and the slight contact takes my breath away... his pressure is gentle... insistent... the rose begins to open and I gasp into his kiss as he opens me, begins entering and only then, his tongue mimics his push. And he fills me, possesses me and begins a slow rocking, riding high against my pearle, sliding nearly his length from me and then plunging to my depths. I yearn to hold him, cuddle him, claw his back as I spiral toward the edge, but he pins my hands... I am lost in in feelings, waves and the omg my back arches and legs clench against him. Later he said I screamed and went crazy under him. I don't recall anything but mindless ecstasy.... When I began to calm down, he let go my hands and grabbed my waist pulling me to him and he began to pump, hard and fast, then groaned and leaned heavy on me, grunting and pulsing as he gave it up. I clawed a road map on his back as my waves came again, sudden and sharp. We lay long after, not moving as he receded, then slipped out and nestled. His honey squeezed out moving in a sticky flow and made a wet place on the couch. I lay there, dazed spread-legged and wet as he kissed me and slipped out as quickly as he came in. He dressed and was out the door and down the sidewalk, whistling . I totally forgot to ask his name.... Anyway, the house would not be empty long. I got up and and pulled on an ex-bf's tee shirt, one of those long ones with a stretched neck that falls off one shoulder. As I walked unsteadily to the kitchen, I felt something warm and wet down here. And I heard the garage door open... ~~~