My last entry for OQMonth, hope you enjoy :)
She'd conveniently forgotten to close her curtains before changing from her clothes into her nightwear a few times now. Just as conveniently, it had happened on the nights they were both getting ready for bed in their respective rooms at the same time. This had happened after discovering that their windows faced each other from across the road. Now, their homes are just so far away so that Robin doesn't get a very clear view of Regina on these nights that she's giving him her little shows.
So, as Regina herself had suggested, he'd bought himself a pair of binoculars.
Over the last few weeks, they'd hooked up a few times. Dinner after their first tryst had been cut short by a Henry emergency (it's all fixed now) and after that, they'd never found the time to plan another actual date, even though Robin would love nothing more than to date the hot-headed mayor of Storybrooke. Their casual sexcapades happened spontaneously and always ended abruptly with one of them having previous engagements to get to. So no, there'd never been time to try and spend time together outside of, well, sex. Robin wants to set the record straight on that very soon, though.
But not tonight. Tonight he is going to be the stalker for once and use his newly acquired binoculars. He bought them a few days ago but hasn't had the time to use them, but as he lays in bed reading the current novel he's invested in, he sees the light switching on in Regina's room across the street and he perks up. He immediately puts the book away and reaches for his nightstand for where he put the binoculars.
He switches off the light and as a true stalker he's now emerged in darkness. He tells himself that of course, he doesn't need to feel like a creeper for this, because Regina had given him explicit consent for this. Plus, it is not like he'll be seeing anything he hasn't before.
Robin watches as Regina closes the door behind her, leaning on it for a second and as Robin puts the binoculars to his eyes, he can see Regina's eyes are closed while she stands there. Then, quickly, she opens them and starts moving around, switching off the main light in favor of her bedside lamp and sitting down on the bed. Now, the fact that she switched the lights tells Robin that she actually doesn't know he's watching her, since she likes to leave the main light on to give him that extra clear view of her. Before he can think to let her know he's there by either switching on his own light or texting her, she starts undressing.
Her side is to Robin as she sits on the side of the bed and as Regina pulls her shirt over her head Robin forgets about anything but watching her, be damned the fact that she doesn't know he's there.
She seems to be in a hurry, not folding her clothes neatly as she goes, as she likes to do. She throws the items, first a red button-up and then a black camisole, somewhere behind her on the bed and moves onto the next. She unclips her bra next, Robin very much enjoying the view of her newly freed breasts, even from his side view, as she gets up and unzips her skirt. He gets a sinful view of her backside as she turns her back to him completely after having let her skirt slide off her legs to the floor; she's wearing some tiny little black panties with a garter belt attached. Jesus, this woman is a goddess.
She bends forward to retrieve something from her nightstand and Robin adjusts his binoculars just so that he can zoom in a little more on her perfectly presented ass. He doesn't really focus on whatever she's grabbed and thrown on the bed but just watches as Regina turns back around and divests herself of her last articles of clothing. He zooms back out again and just appreciates the whole of her body, paying an extra second of attention to the backs of her thighs when she turns halfway again to sit on the bed. He has a little obsession with the muscles there. It just looks so damn good.
But shouldn't she be walking to her closet and getting dressed for the night instead of laying down on her bed… on top of the sheets… spreading her legs?
She's laying in full frontal view of him now, with her bed facing the window as it is, and Robin can feel his own excitement at what he thinks may be about to happen because good grace, the thing she'd grabbed from her nightstand? It's a vibrator. And a purple one at that.
For a moment he considers if he should stop looking. This is not what she'd told him to watch for. But this is too good an opportunity to pass up on and well, if she didn't want him seeing this personal moment, she should close the damned curtains. He sits up in bed, moving to the edge of the mattress so his feet touch the floor and he can lean forward with his elbows on his knees, holding the binoculars to his face.
Now, as Regina holds the vibrator in one hand she brings the other to her sex. Robin can imagine she's running her fingers through her folds and rubbing her clit. He can't quite see since he'd adjusted the binoculars to zoom out, but he's quickly changing the settings again. Still, her hand is in the way of him seeing exactly what she's doing.
After a few quick moments her hand moves away and Robin is left with the sight of her glistening wet center, which leaves him breathless. No way that she'd gotten that wet by that little stimulation. She must have been horny before she even entered the room.
Sweet Jesus, this woman will be the death of him. Apparently she walks around fully clothed pretending everything is normal when she's actually dripping wet and staining the inside of her panties with her arousal, knowing she's going to her room the first chance she gets to play with her little purple buddy.
Robin wonders what got her so aroused in the first place.
He watches as Regina fiddles with the toy—he assumes she is turning it— on before bringing it to her sex. The moment it touches her clit, her eyes close and her jaw slacks. Robin can almost imagine the moan she releases and his breathing picks up at his own excitement.
Regina holds the vibrator there and inserts two fingers into herself with her other hand. Two at once, Robin muses, she must really be needy.
He watches as she leisurely strokes in and out of her own sex, noticing she's going as deep as possible, her whole fingers disappearing inside of her before coming out drenched with arousal.
Although Robin is thoroughly enjoying the show, he can't in good conscience keep watching her like this without at least letting her know, giving her the choice of privacy. He decides to give her a call, hoping that she keeps her phone with her even in situations like this. He doesn't miss more than 20 seconds of this show as he looks away to get his phone and dial Regina's number. He quickly puts the phone to his ear and goes back to watching her.
Her brow furrows and her eyes snap open, Robin assumes she hears her phone ringing. He can see she tries to ignore it, but when he doesn't relent and the phone keeps ringing, she eventually rolls her eyes and lays the vibrator down beside herself before getting her phone from the nightstand.
The movement of her other hand never ceases, still slowly pistoning in and out of her. Interesting.
She picks up. "I'm a little busy," is the first thing he hears, breathlessness lacing her voice and oh, the show is about to end entirely or it just got to a whole new level, with sound effects now as well as the visuals.
"I can see that," Robin replies, and confusion crosses her features. Then, her eyes fly to the window and she looks right at him. It must be quite the sight, him sitting there with binoculars to his face and a phone to his ear, illuminated by only the moonlight.
"Oh," she breathes and stops the movements inside herself entirely, her fingers remaining halfway inside.
And that… isn't necessary. At all. "Don't stop on my account," he tells her cockily and he smirks when he hears her breath catch.
"For what it's worth, I actually did forget this time," she says referring to the curtains left open resulting in this little predicament. And just like that, her hand starts moving again.
She keeps her eyes locked with his—with the binoculars actually, but it feels like eye contact to him— for a few seconds and Robin hums in response to her previous statement as Regina taps something on her phone and puts it away. Robin guesses he's on speakerphone and is proven right when she acknowledges him with a moan and an affirmative nod after he asks her: "You're gonna make yourself come, Regina?"
She grabs the vibrator again and turns it back on, Robin watching intently as she brings it back to her clit. The sound she makes when she does— a mix between a low moan and a relieved whimper— has Robin hardening in his pajama pants and adjusting his seating on the bed.
"You sound like you need it bad, love," and boy did she ever. A slight shift in her position gives him another glance at her soaking wet folds and he adds: "You look like it, too. That wet little pussy is so ready for a good fuck, isn't it?"
He can't help himself; the sight of her there, all spread out for him to enjoy, accompanied with the sounds she is releasing, makes him delirious with want. And it is no secret between them that Robin likes to talk dirty when he's aroused. Just like it is no secret that Regina enjoys the hell out of it.
"Yes," Regina whimpers, her sound a bit muffled by the fact that her phone is laying on the sheets, probably covering the microphone a little. Robin sees her push a button on that colorful toy and assumes she turned up the intensity.
"Was thinking 'bout you," she starts and thrusts her fingers just a little faster, "About your cock, inside of me. All day."
Robin releases a moan of his own as he realizes that all that arousal she'd started out with tonight, the wetness that coats her panties that lay discarded on the floor right now; is all for him. That even if he hadn't been looking, she would be thinking about him while touching herself tonight. Masturbating to the thought of his cock inside of her. Fuck.
"That's right," he begins, not even knowing where this sentence is going to take him but having to talk, tell her something, for otherwise his level of arousal might just kill him if he can't do anything about it. "That's right, fuck yourself better, faster, and imagine it's me. I'm fucking you just as you like it, Regina. Hard," he says and takes a break, sees her putting in more effort and fucking herself harder. "And fast," he finishes, and her hand moves faster and faster. He can hear the slapping of skin over the phone, her hand meeting her wet cunt, over and over.
"Fuck," Regina whimpers, "yes," her head thrown back and eyes closed, lost in ecstasy.
Robin decides to put the phone on speaker too, having been too starstruck to do it before, and he rubs himself through his pants when he can't contain himself any longer. "Are you close, Regina?" He asks.
"Mmh," Regina makes this half humming half moaning sound from the back of her throat and nods her head frantically for good measure. She adjusts the vibrator slightly and her hips thrust lightly to chase the pleasure.
"That's it, take what you need. Fuck youself good and come for me, love." His focus flits from watching her face—the most beautiful face he'd ever seen— set in pure pleasure, to where she is pleasuring herself, fingers inside her hot little cunt and thrusting hard and fast and ever stimulating her clit with help of her little toy. "Come for me, Regina. Clench on those pretty fingers and pretend they're mine, my fingers deep inside of you, fucking you just right."
With a scream muffled by her pillow, Regina trusts frantically and comes, moaning what seems to be his name. She brings herself down by removing the toy from her clit and slowing her fingers inside of her.
"Fuck," he hears coming from the phone, and fuck indeed. She's the hottest woman ever, letting him watch her make herself come so hard she screams.
"Fuck, yes, Regina. I wanna fuck you so bad right now." And he does. He is hard as a rock for her, doesn't think he's ever wanted anyone more.
"Mmmh," Regina sits up on her elbows and looks at him, "come over here and do it, then."
And before long, Robin puts down his newly beloved binoculars and rushes over to across the street. Although he'll take these little shows from afar any day, in person performances will always be better.