Katrina Lunk came home from college exhausted, but the tiredness didn’t stop the restless heat already building inside her. She was glad her neighbor was around. The second she saw him she started teasing without any pretense, lifting the hem of her short black mini-skirt just enough to let him see the thin fabric of her panties, then cupping her perfect tits through the white t-shirt and squeezing them slowly while watching his face. She kept her eyes on him as she peeled the t-shirt up, exposing her bare nipples, and slid one hand straight into her panties. Soft, deliberate strokes made her breath catch. Today the pleasure was going to be only hers. Climbing onto the couch, she turned around, arched her back in a clear doggy position, and pushed her toned ass out so he could see everything. She knew exactly how hard he was getting and used it, moving her hips slowly, letting the silence fill with the knowledge of what he was thinking. After a while she rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and began touching herself properly. Two fingers circled her clit, then slipped inside, working in steady, wet strokes while her other hand stayed on her breast. Soft moans grew louder as she rubbed faster, chasing the feeling without any hurry. The thought that her neighbor was watching every movement only pushed her higher. Her thighs tensed, her breath broke, and she came with a long, shaky cry, fingers still moving through the pulses of her orgasm. Katrina stayed on the couch afterward looking at him with flushed cheeks and a small, knowing smile. She was already hoping that next time he wouldn’t come over just to watch. Read less