The woman's fingers traced the trunk of the tree as she reached the base of the tree, then found the ladder that was cut right into the wood. Each step was smooth, worn from use, leading up to where the tree house was hiding in the darkness.
She was ascending, her nightgown riding up with every shift of her weight, the material tracing the gentle curves of her back, exposing to me for just one more time a part of her thighs.
My cock pulsed painfully as I fantasized vividly what it would be like to be behind her, my hands on her hips, and to be pressing her up with a kiss on the back of her neck.
I watched as her body swayed up to the very top of the tree house, and I was mesmerized.
I reclined against the tree, and the pulse in my ears could still be felt. My fingers were rapidly pressing the Magical Tool, turning it into a small mouse-like mechanical spy with a remote with a screen.
