Climb Through My Window - An Erotic Story

Did your teenage crush ever climb through your window? Well, Pam’s did, and he’s now her husband. In this erotic story, a married couple role play one of their favorite memories as high school sweethearts - except, it’s now far more sexy…

Faux Teenage Romance…

I was upstairs in my pajamas, brushing my teeth, when I heard the front door open and close. That’s odd, I thought to myself. My husband, Seth, was downstairs in his office finishing some important emails when I’d come upstairs fifteen minutes ago.

“Seth?” I hollered down the stairs after putting my toothbrush on the charger. No reply. I wondered if he had forgotten something in his car. I looked at my phone for a text - maybe he had run to the store? Wait, hadn’t he just been wearing his boxers? What in the world was he doing?!

No message.

I was preparing to send him a text when suddenly a little tinkling sound came from behind me. Then the sound came again. I put my phone down. Truly mystified, I went to the bedroom window. A third tiny rock pinged off of the glass. I opened the window and looked out, puzzled.

“Pammy! Let me in before your parents hear anything!”

Pammy? Seth hadn’t called me that since the day we graduated from high school, when I ostentatiously announced that my name was now “Pamela”, a woman of the world, college bound and important. Shortly thereafter it was shortened to Pam by everyone I knew, but it had never again been Pammy.

But there was Seth, standing in our yard, barefoot and grinning up wickedly at me. I thought, or maybe imagined, I could see a little bulge in his boxer shorts.

“Pammy, come on! Let me climb up,” he pleaded, still smiling with a gleam in his eye.

Catching on, I threw the window up and waved him enthusiastically inside.

“Be quiet, Seth!” I theatrically mock whispered. “They just went to bed half an hour ago.”

To my astonishment, he quickly scaled the side of our house and pulled himself into the wide open window.

“Hi,” he beamed.

“Hi,” I smiled back. He planted a sloppy kiss while he pulled me to him, indeed reminiscent of our high school make out days.

“I have to be home before curfew, or my dad will kill me,” he stage whispered, “come on!”

He pulled me toward the bed as I stifled a giggle, and he shushed me. He laid me down on the bed and began wiggling down my pajama shorts, hands purposefully awkward, still assaulting me with sloppy teenager-esque kisses.

He had my pajama bottoms off and began rubbing me over my panties with his fingers. At the same time, he slipped the other hand up my shirt and stroked a thumb over my nipple. I inhaled sharply, earning another shush. I closed my eyes as he cupped my breast, ran his thumb back and forth over my nipple again, and leaned down on top of me for another kiss.

This kiss was no sloppy teenager kiss this time; it was slow and sensual, tongue sliding across my bottom lip, then flicking across the top before urging itself inside my mouth. The semi-erection he’d been sporting grew harder as he ground his hips against mine. While the kiss went on, I ran my hands over his bottom. I’d always liked his butt, and he knew it. The combination of urgent kisses, my nipple being caressed, his cock over my clit separated only by two thin pieces of fabric, and his amazing butt was making me ridiculously hot and wet.

I quietly moaned, “Seth, that feels so good.”

He looked at me and smiled widely, then shimmied himself off of me, swiping my panties down as he went. He opened my legs and began kissing my inner thighs. A soft kiss here, a soft kiss there, then a little nip with his teeth. I yipped, and he shushed me again, eyebrow raised and shaking his head side to side.

He licked my thigh this time, tongue sliding toward my tingling center. I reached for him to urge him on, but he eluded me and just stayed there, teasing. Just when I thought I couldn’t wait one second more, he placed his tongue inside my folds and slowly slid it upwards. The plea I was just about to utter breathed out in a sigh as he began to slide his tongue slowly up and down.

Like some dark magic art, his mouth and tongue teased my clit and vulva over and over, bringing me to the brink of orgasm but holding me there and not letting me take flight. My hands mercilessly gripped at the bedding as my body arched and relaxed spasmodically, and all sense of time fell away. Suddenly he slipped a finger inside my pussy, stroking deep and fast, angling toward my belly, pushing me over the edge.

I did fly then, over the cliff and into the star-filled sky, muscles spasming deliciously with my release.

And then Seth was with me in the star-filled sky. I felt his cock, hard and thrumming, right at the entrance to my vagina. His thumb teased my clit again as he slowly slipped inside the velvet wetness. I gasped as I felt him fill me. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. No goofy grin this time, just sheer lust in his eyes.

“Please?” was all I had to say.

He began to rhythmically pump, slowly at first, but gaining intensity. He was holding my hips to his body, and I gripped the edge of the bed, pulling myself tighter against him, bringing him in even deeper. My breasts swung freely to his rhythm, both of us gasping and panting. As his urgency increased, he started to make the low moaning noises I love so very much, the signal that his own orgasm is imminent. I closed my eyes again, completely in my body, all sounds and sensations without thought. I knew Seth would be doing the same, our energies entwined and explosive.

I felt his release a heartbeat before my own climax, and we both cried out. A final electric shock ripped through our bodies, and then our panting slowed as the world swam back into view.

“SHHHHH!” I shushed him this time, “they’ll hear you!”

He grinned and flopped down beside me on the bed, spent from his orgasm. “At least I don’t have to climb out the window,” he said, throwing an arm over my belly and snuggling into my side.

“Who says you don’t?” I quipped. “You have a curfew to get to, remember?” I said, as I smiled wickedly back at him.

THE END. WRITTEN BY AMANDA, A MEMBER OF OUR COMMUNITY

A note from the erotic author.

‘ Fantasy has enriched my life in a way I never imagined. I feel ecstatic to see the erotic thoughts from my head published for others to enjoy. It's my hope that more women learn to engage their most erotic parts of themselves, especially their minds, to enrich their lives to the fullest.’