3 comments/ 53893 views/ 2 favorites By The Way By: Ed0613 Monday was a holiday and I had been doing more than a little celebrating of my good luck over the weekend so, as usual, I was late for work on Tuesday. Right away my boss started in, "Blah, Blah, Blah... You need to be more responsible for your actions... Blah, Blah, Blah... This is a business and we have scheduled commitments... Blah, Blah, Blah... There are lots of people who would love to have your job... Blah, Blah, Blah..." There was a lot of other shit too. It ended up by me telling him to go fuck himself before I stormed out of his office; slamming the door so hard I shattered the glass. I thought I controlled myself pretty well because, although I was tempted, I didn't knock him on his ass. After lunch and three martinis, I cooled down a little and went back to the office. I found the contents of my desk in a big cardboard box entrusted to the security guard in the lobby along with an envelop containing a check for unused vacation and sick time, two weeks pay in lieu of notice and 3 months severance pay. It was all very neat and in accordance with company policy when they fire your ass. There was also a note telling me that I was not welcome in the building and that I should contact the human resources department by telephone about what to do with my 401k account. Well, screw them. I had my own resources and, as an electrical engineer with an advanced degreed, I could get a job almost anywhere if I needed it. It was well after midnight when I left my favorite watering hole and staggered home to bed. It was almost noon the next day when I awoke with a pounding headache and a raging hard on. On my way to the bathroom, I noticed that my alarm clock/radio was on the floor by the far wall, hopelessly smashed to pieces. There was a substantial gouge in the plaster just above it. I wondered how that happened? I was think it was OK when I went to bed last night. I was just stepping out of the shower and beginning to care whether I lived or died when the phone rang. "Huh?" "Mr. Rodgers?" "Oh God, I think so, yeah I am pretty sure it is." "This is Shelly, Shelly Manilli from human resources. Do you remember me?" Boy did I remember her, Rachel Manilli or Shelly Manilli, as she was known in the office. Every single man (and many of the married ones) lusted after her and her unspoken promise of ecstasy. She was tall, with hair so black that it had blue flashes in the right light, almost like a raven. Her Italian heritage had given her big breasts fading down to a small waist, swelling out to sensual hips and beautiful, shapely legs that went all the way from her ass to the floor. Probably her most outstanding feature was the whiteness of her skin and the contrast between it and her dark eyes and naturally red lips. "Hi Shelly, sure I remember you. Didn't I ask you for a date a couple of weeks ago?" "Yes, I'm sorry I had to turn you down but you know the company policy about dating co-workers." "Yeah, sure. What can I do for you?" "I was calling about your 401k. What do you want to do with it?" My erection had begun to subside but her sultry voice was not being kind to it, especially standing there in the nude, dripping water on the carpet. "I'll have to talk to my broker and get back to you." She sounded a little disappointed when she whispered, "Oh, OK thanks." "Er... Shelly? Since Scott and Associates no longer employ me, what about dinner some time?' There was a twinkle with a world of promise in her voice when she answered. "Why, I think I would like that, Mr. Rodgers." "Call me Jim. I have to go out of town later today on some personal business and I wont be back until late tomorrow, how about Friday?" "Sure." She gave me her address and I arranged to pick her up at 7PM Friday. Two minutes later the phone rang again. "Yeah?" "Mr. Rogers, er, Jim, it's Shelly again. Do you like Italian?" "Sure." "Then, I have a better idea. Why don't you pick up some wine and I will make us a nice spaghetti dinner. I have a couple of new movies on DVD. About 6:30?" "I'll be there with bells on." Bells should be easy, I already had a hard on. I was very busy the rest of the week with lots of very important things, but every now and again the vision of Shelly, her beautiful face, dynamite figure, long hair and big boobs combined with the thickening of my dick interrupted my chain of thought. After my business on Friday afternoon, I couldn't wait for Friday night. On the agreed date and at the appointed time, I presented myself at her apartment, freshly bathed and shaven, wearing new shoes, a very expensive sport shirt, and the latest slacks. Under my alarm was a two-liter bottle of the best Chianti our local liquor store had to offer. As an afterthought, I had added a nice bottle of 25-year-old port. When she answered the door I was surprised to see, not the sophisticated, dark eyed, sultry beauty from the office but a beautiful, young, virginal girl that I hardly recognized. Her long black hair was done up in a careless sweep, she was barefoot and wearing a short cotton dress with an apron. There was a blemish of flour on her forehead and her hands. She was beautiful but looked as if something was wrong. "Come in, come in. Things got out of hand and I am running way behind. I thought I would have a chance to change before you got here but my sauce burned and I don't know what I am going to do now." She was almost crying. There was a sound from the kitchen and she bolted to answer it. I followed her and by the time I got there she was standing in front of the open oven door and smoke was bellowing out of it. She was waving her arms, trying to dispel the smoke and bawling. I set the wine on the counter and took her into my arms. I held this soft creature, inhaling her perfume while the sobs wracked her body. Bit by bit, the weeping diminished while I held her tight, still savoring the feeling of her suppleness against my chest. I did my best to keep my swollen dick from jabbing her in the belly. There were still tears in her eyes when she pulled back, looked up at me and said, "Would you mind if we just ordered some Pizza and forgot about my mess?" I said OK and reluctantly released her while she got the pizza parlor on the phone. She ordered, I poured us both a glass of wine and she went to change. When she came out of the bedroom it was obviously she had just bathed. She smelling fresh and womanly, but most of her physical charms were hidden by the vast muumuu like garment that enveloped her. "I'm sorry about dinner, maybe I can make it up to you some way." "Not to worry, just being here with you is a nice reward." She came to me and gave me a peck on the cheek when she said, "Why thank you, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time." I put my arms around her and knew she wasn't wearing a bra because there were no straps of any kind under the muumuu. I was just going to kiss her when the doorbell rang. She pushed herself away from me and said, gasping for breath, "Damn the timing but I think that's our pizza." I answered the door and gave the pimply-faced kid 30 bucks for a 21-dollar pizza while Shelly poured us a second glass of wine. The pizza was excellent and I noticed the normal dose of garlic was absent. The conversation was light while we ate until the subject of my termination came up. Between bites, Shelly's eyes were sparkling when she said, "The office was buzzing with what you did to Mr. Reynolds. Did you really tell him to go to hell and threaten to punch him in the nose?" "Whoever reported that toned it down quite a bit. I told him to – ah – go have sex with himself. I didn't threaten to hit him, I couldn't get to him, he was cowering on the floor behind his desk." "I would have given anything to see that. That old goat thinks he is really something. He is always hitting on the girls in the office." "Well, I can't blame him for that. You are very attractive and worth hitting on." She blushed a little. "Why, thank you." She stood up, preparing to clear away the remnants of the pizza. She offered no resistance when I stood up and took her in my arms for the second time. "Now, where were we when the pizza guy so rudely interrupted?" She melted to me, her lithe body pushing hard against mine. Now, there was no way she could miss the rigid manifestation of my manhood prodding her stomach. When I kissed her, I was pleasantly surprised to find her soft lips parted, ready to accept my tongue. I savored the sweetness of her mouth, the smoothness of her teeth and the softness of her lips. When she offered me her tongue, I took it gently, sucking it into my hungry mouth. Her luscious breasts were crushed against my chest, the same as my stiff cock was pushed against her stomach. We ground against each other for what seemed like an eternity but what was, in reality, only minutes. When we finally broke, she leaned back in my arms and smiled. "I am honored you think so much of me." Her hand snaked down and caressed my hard penis through my trousers. She broke away from me and took my hand. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom. I can clean up the dishes tomorrow. I think we need each other now. I know I want you." In the bedroom, she put her forearms against my chest in a protective attitude as I encircled her with my arms. When my lips touched hers, my raging fire of lust was temporarily banked and I fell into heaven. Like pieces of moist, sweet fruit her lips welcomed me into a world where nothing existed except the richness of her mouth, the softness of her body and of promises of things yet to come. She ended the kiss by leaning back in my arms and whispering, "I'm so glad you came to see me tonight, I desperately need you." She pulled me over to the bed. "Come over here." I went and she pushed me down on it and started to take off my shirt. When I took over undoing the buttons, she whipped her muumuu off, over her head. She was completely nude underneath. I was almost finished with the shirt so she started on my belt and pants. I kicked off my shoes and she pulled my trousers off, leaving me with only my boxer shorts on. She stepped away from the bed and with a twinkle in her eye said, "You do know what we're going to do don't you?" "God, I hope so." On her hands and knees, she climbed into bed and covered the top half of my body with hers. Again the mind-altering kiss left me adrift on an ocean of sensual promise. Slowly I turned us over so that she was on the bottom, with our lips still locked and my tongue teasing her mouth. When we broke, she tilted her head back and a contented sigh escaped her. With my lips I made little footprints across her shoulder to her neck. Slowly, I crept up her neck until I found a shell-like ear. There, I took the lobe into my mouth and suckled, like a babe feeding on its mother's teat. I felt the beautiful nipples of her breasts harden under my fondling hand and another soft moan escaped her lips. I continued to nurse, my right hand cupping and fondling her breast. She canted her head back for me to kiss her on her cheek then twisted in my arms so I could put my lips against hers again. Now it was my turn to moan when I welcomed her tongue into my mouth. The sweetness of her mouth was indescribable, as was the smoothness of her teeth and the softness of her lips. The erotic feeling of her mouth was only rivaled by the suppleness of her body, undulating under my hands. It was certain that she knew the extent of my arousal. With me pressed hard against her side, there is no denying the manifestation of my excitement. Something came over me and I began to think that my gratification was unimportant, and the only significant thing here was her peace of mind, her happiness, her serenity, her tranquility and, I could only hope, her ecstasy. She whispered, "Please, I am ready, do me now." So I did. She opened her legs and I slid between them to find she was very wet and my hard cock was almost in position. With my hand I guided it to the entrance of her slit and slowly eased my way inside of her. The natural lubricant allowed easy access to the warm sleeve of her body. She wrapped her legs around my ass and sighed, "Oh that's so good. It's been such a long time." Normally I am a two or three-minute man but something was different. I was going a lot slower and much more careful than I usually do. On and on I went, in and out, in and out until she was whimpering with her second or third climax. I followed not long after and was left completely spent from the culmination of my expectations and the physical exertion. We slept for a while and then enjoyed each other again late in the night. The second time was even better than the first, without the uncertainty of acceptance of each other. I woke her by kissing her breasts, nipples and then, her entire body, even the soft damp spot between her legs. I had barely touched her with my mouth before she was writhing like a snake. Just a few licks with my tongue between the lips of her pussy and she had such a violent orgasm that it left her almost catatonic. Mine was even better because I knew I had satisfied her. The sunlight, although diffused by the curtains, was still strong enough to wake me. She was curled up against my left side, her arm thrown casually across my chest, breathing the contented, even breath of deep sleep. Like me, she was still completely nude. I moved her arm and slid out of bed, careful not to wake her and made for the bathroom. I had a shower and after what we had shared, I assumed she wouldn't mind if I used her toothbrush and mouthwash. Back in the bedroom, I looked down at her curled into a fetal position and sleeping peacefully. She was certainly a beautiful woman. I pulled her hair away and kissed her on the neck. She mumbled something in her sleep and rolled onto her back. Although the sheet partially covered her, I had to, once again, admire the graceful curvature of her full breasts. Slowly, her eyes opened and her voice was syrupy when she said, "Mmm, what are you going to do to me now?" I chuckled, "I don't think there is anything left." "Well, come here, there is one thing left that I haven't done to you." I went to her and was a little taken aback when she began to fondle my soft penis. She pulled me down onto the bed, crouched over me and took it into her mouth. My reservations melted away as her mouth did to me the same things that I had done to her pussy last night. Soon, my cock was hard as iron and I was pounding it upward, slamming it into her face, fucking that soft mouth. Those beautiful ruby red lips were encircling it and only her hand was keeping me from ramming it all the way down her throat. My trepidation about exposing this sweet thing to my animal lust was forgotten as I hammered my engorged dick into her hungry mouth. I really didn't mean to but I couldn't stop myself and, with my climax, I released a massive load of cum deep down her throat. She coughed a little and, without swallowing, ran for the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. I could here the shower running and in a little while, she came back to me, smelling of toothpaste and perfume. We were curled up on the bed together, with her in my arms when she said, "By the way, is it true that you hit the lottery for 37 million dollars last week?" 30 Copyright © 09-16-2007 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author. For comments on this story contact me through the link below. By the Way To: Kendra From: Adam Subject: Groceries Hi, honey, sorry I left before you got up this morning. I wanted to get to the office, and you were so sound asleep I didn't have the heart to wake you. You said last night you might go to the grocery store today. If you do, would you please pick me up some shaving cream? And I'd really like steak for supper. By the way, you looked very sexy in that new nightie of yours! To: Adam From: Kendra Subject: Re: Groceries I guess I needed the sleep, but I wish you had woken me. If I ever get to the grocery store, I'll remember your shaving cream and steak. Right now, I'm too busy trying to figure out how to get permanent marker out of the living room carpet. Your son decided to try to draw a swimming pool on the floor. By the way, if I looked so sexy, you could have at least kissed me goodbye. To: Kendra From: Adam Subject: Marker You deserved some extra sleep. I think you work harder than I do most days, even though you're home all day. Tell our darling son that Daddy will deal with him when I get home. I had all the permanent markers in my desk drawer, and he knows he's supposed to stay out of there. Then again, he is only three. As for the carpet, maybe you should buy some of that carpet shampoo stuff when you go to the store. By the way, I wouldn't have wanted to stop at just kissing you. To: Adam From: Kendra Subject: Re: Marker You work hard too. But between the baby and Jamie, some days I feel like I'm running a marathon. But I love being home with them. I'm so glad we worked it out so I can be. Even when Jamie does draw on the carpet. I don't know if I'll get to the grocery store; it's ten o'clock and I haven't even managed a shower yet. By the way, who says I would have let you do anything besides kissing me? To: Kendra From: Adam Subject: Home Speaking of Jamie and Megan, how are they today? Being good, I hope, other than the marker incident. Did Jamie at least apologize for that? If you need a shower, I'd say put Megan in her crib and Jamie in his room, and go take your shower. You've done that before, haven't you? And don't worry about the grocery store; if you don't get there, I'll stop on my way home. By the way, wouldn't you want to feel my lips and tongue on your nipples? To: Adam From: Kendra Subject: Re: Home Jamie apologized. He gave me a big hug and kiss and said, "Sorry, Mommy, Jamie love you." How could I stay mad after that? I have put him in his room before so I can take a shower, but he always gets out, even if I put the gate up, and ends up trashing the place. I need a shower now more than ever, though. I was trying to give the kids their lunch, and Megan vomited mashed peas all over the kitchen and herself. And me. I just finished cleaning her up. She's down for her nap. Now I just have to get the kitchen cleaned and get Jamie down for his nap, and maybe I'll finally get a shower. But I don't think I'll make it to the store; it's almost noon. By the way, I'd rather have your lips and tongue on my pussy. To: Kendra From: Adam Subject: Cleaning Ugh! Sounds like a rough day! Sorry it took me so long to answer; right after you sent the last message, my boss called me in for a short chat that ended up lasting two hours. Did Jamie take his nap? Did you get your shower? Don't worry about the store; I'll take care of it. By the way, only if I get your lips and tongue on my cock. To: Adam From: Kendra Subject: Re: Cleaning The kids just got up from their nap and I just got up from mine. Guess sleeping in didn't give me quite enough sleep. It's three o'clock, and they're watching a DVD, or at least Jamie is. Megan's talking to her feet. I did get my shower before I fell asleep, but I'm definitely not going to make it to the store. If you're sure you don't mind going, that would be wonderful. I'll send you the list in another email. What did your boss want to talk about? Nothing bad, I hope! By the way, where else would you like to put your cock, besides my mouth? To: Kendra From: Adam Subject: List Got the list. Glad to hear the kids and you napped and that you had some time for yourself. My boss wanted to tell me about a new account he's thinking about assigning me to. If he gives it to me, it'll mean a raise. Of course I don't mind going to the store! I won't get out of here till about six, though, so it'll be seven before I get home. Hope you can manage that long. By the way, I'd like to put it in your sweet, hot pussy. To: Adam From: Kendra Subject: Re: List No problem about you getting home later. Jamie settled down, and Megan's just being Megan. I'll keep them up until you get home. You know Jamie loves it when you put him to bed. But if you want steak at seven at night, you're cooking it! That's wonderful about the new account. Hope you get it! When will you hear? By the way, my pussy is exactly where I want your cock. When can I have it? To: Kendra From: Adam Subject: Quitting Time Just got out of a meeting with the boss. I got the account! Time to celebrate! I don't care if I do have to cook it; we're having steak tonight. I'll be as quick as I can at the store so I can get home and get Jamie to bed. Then you and I can have some cuddle time. And maybe a little bit more than cuddling; all these emails have me horny as hell right now. Can't wait to get home and give my sexy wife a kiss... and a grope... and hopefully a fuck if you stay awake long enough. LOL. See you in a bit! By the way, put that nightie back on! By The Window She stood in front of the window, staring out into the darkness, her arms around her abdomen. Her gaze wasn't directed anywhere in particular, just looking. She watched the traffic from her third floor apartment, perfectly naked. Her mind wandered, never settling on anything specific, just thinking. He woke up in her bed, naked and alone. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Where was she? He scanned the apartment and saw her naked, by the window. A slow smile spread across his face. He got up silently and stalked over to her. He kissed her neck and set his large hands on her shoulders. She sighed and leaned back into him. He smoothed his hands down her arms, pushing them down to rest by her sides. His hands then came up to cup her hips. Slowly he dragged his hands up her body, never touching her sensitive areas. She moaned slightly and began to turn to him. He caught her by the shoulders to prevent her from turning, a delicious idea just dropped into his head. He fingers trailed down her arms to catch her hands in his. He brought her arms up straight above her head. He took her arms and directed them forward to lean on the window and causing her to lean forward slightly. "Don't move honey. I won't hurt you." "I know," she murmured. Wondering what was to come next she closed her eyes. She felt his hands roam her body, sensually sending electric shocks through her entire body. She shivered and a grin played at his lips. He put his foot between hers and kicked her legs open. He spread her legs shoulder width apart with tiny little kicks. He slid his hands down her back to rest on her buttocks. He squeezed the flesh there and licked her lower spine. She jerked and moaned at this unexpected feeling. He took his thumb into his mouth and wet it with his tongue. Replacing his hand on her ass he applied gentle pressure to her tight little ring. She held perfectly still not wanting it to hurt. Slowly, gently he let her take the first digit of his thumb into her asshole. Moving very slightly as not to hurt her. Slowly she began to relax and move back against him, taking his thumb farther into her. He held it there for several seconds before withdrawing. At her whimper of protest he just smiled and thought to himself how many more times he make that sound again tonight. He dropped to his knees and began to stroke her inner folds gently with his fingers. She moaned and moved against him. He gently moved his fingers so they were poised at her moist entrance. She moved so that he would enter her more and he held back. Smiling at her whimper. As he pushed his tongue into her asshole he thrust his fingers into her gently. She moaned aloud and rocked against him. "Tease." He smiled to himself. "What was that dear?" She moaned again and rocked back against him even harder. "I said you're a tease." He chuckled quietly and responded "I know." She whimpered as his tongue expertly found her asshole again. Very slowly he brought her to fever pitch, then quickly withdrew. She panted and mumbled in frustration. Would she never have an orgasm? Why is he doing this to me? He made quick work of standing up behind her. She could feel his muscular thighs against her sensitive ones and his arousal poking at her gently. She felt him position himself to enter her and then nothing. She wiggled her hips and every time she did he would move away. "Don't tease." He smiled and pushed the tip into her. She tried to take him in and he wouldn't allow it. He would only allow the tip to tantalize her. Once again he brought her to fever pitch and withdrew. She shuddered and whined, causing a grin to twist his beautiful lips. She felt his hands come up underneath her very sensitive breasts. He cupped them and massaged them, leaving her weak in the knees. When she almost collapsed he held her up and then let her go to drag his tongue down her spine. She began to whimper and moan. He once again poised himself at her entrance. This time he made quick work of entering her fully. Her head came back and he nibbled her throat which was exposed to him. She began to move against him and he let her. It took almost no time at all for her to reach her orgasm. She shuddered and nearly collapsed, he held her steady and continued to thrust himself into her repeatedly. Coming down off her climax she found herself almost at another one, and so quickly she went over the edge. Sweat beaded on her body and his. Her breathing was uncontrollable and his was heavy with the physical exertion of it. Still he wouldn't let her go. He brought her arms down and slide out of her. He helped her to the floor and then as he lay down positioned her over top of him. He thrust into her with one motion. "Ride me lover." She could only nod and obey. He helped by taking her hips and thrusting up to meet her. He brought her to quick orgasm again and this time he could not hold back. He brought her down onto him and held her there, draining himself into her. She wiggled and squirmed, only making his orgasm more intense, until he screamed and his face contorted to a mask of almost pain. She merely grinned down at him as she moved against him, harder and faster. When he released her hips she fell off to the side of him. Both lay spent and exhausted on the floor. In turn they both rolled over onto their sides, and she curled into his hard body. She fell asleep rather quickly. He was spent and not able to do anything further tonight, or so he thought until she began to rotate her hips in her sleep. He refused to wake her until his arousal was almost to the point of painful. Which, at this rate, wouldn't be long. By the Window I stand against the window feeling the warm breeze flowing against my skin. Earlier I slipped out of our bed and made the morning coffee; although I knew that the aroma would have a chance of waking you, it was a chance I was had to take; knowing you would understand. A chance to watch you sleep; I stood there naked, vulnerable, watching you sleep after a night of passionate, rough, giving and taking sex. I can still smell the sex and watching you breathe, brings back memories of loneliness and of years lost to the past. I turn back to the window breathing the morning air and watching the sun move against the sky and the trees bend to the wind. As I watch nature bring the day to life, I smile in knowing that your love, life and yes, your touch has brought life to my life. I feel, in a moment of time, the rush of memories like a quickening that brings all lost parts of the flesh back to the body. I see and feel all those parts of our past touching my soul and I tremble as I feel my soul move. And just as God intended, you are there by my side; as an extension of own body. I smell your body, as you lean into my arms, feeling your skin against mine. You reach up to my mouth with those red soft full lips and brush them against mine, your tongue finding its way into my mouth. As we share the first kiss of the day your arms wrap themselves around my body as you shield me from those painful memories that haunt me. I feel your warm body melt into mine and your nipples harden against my chest as our tongues explore each other's mouth. I set my coffee down on the window sill and scoop your long and luscious legs into my arms and carry you back into the bed. As you lay there, I watch you stretch like a cat and now my cock begins its own stretch, as I watch you look at me as cat watches its prey. After last night I'm ready for the softer side of sex, I'm ready to give and to take love. It's not that I didn't enjoy the rough sex, yes lol, there is something to be said for sweating, grunting, slapping of bodies as you fuck for the sake of sex. As we fuck like primal beasts in the forests, as we cummed together, locked in an embrace that no man could tear asunder. But, today, this morning I want to feel the tender side of our love. I want to feel you yield to me again and for you to feel my strength as you feel me give you pleasure. And so, I start at your feet, and even though you don't like them, I wrap them in my hands and slowly knead the flesh watching your eyes and mouth as you arch your back in that "oh, that hurts sooo good" feeling. Running and kneading your feet I follow onto your toes and gently but sometimes roughly squeeze and pull on them alternating to each foot, letting no part of your flesh go untouched. As you watch me, you know I'm looking at your eyes but I'm also looking at your pussy, and you know that I hunger for it, that my desire to touch and lick is really undeniable and for me to restrain myself is an act worthy of your best... And so, I start on your legs, giving your feet and toes' a last minute lick, kiss and suckle as I make my way up your calves and knees. Knowing that you really really sensitive behind those knees, I turn you over onto stomach so that I can sit on the bottom of your feet and have you restrained as work on your legs. Grasping your calve muscles, I knead them pulling and stretching the muscles until their good and relaxed and then I start on the back of your knees with my thumbs. Lightly at first, hearing your gasp and light moans as I touch the sensitive spots that you never tell me about; but have learned from you in your subtle ways. As you ass looms in front of me I cannot help but reach out and play with it, just a little, as I lean forward and kiss each side, running my tongue along its smoothness. As I lean back and start to work on the back of your thighs, I look over the length your body and admire the beauty of you. The way the small of your back tapers to your beautiful heart shaped ass, the sides of your breasts as they lay flattened against your chest and the bed. The strength in your shoulders that you say look like a man's, but I admire for their strength and shape. The length of your neck; the suppleness and grace in which you are able to turn your head. The fullness and beauty of your hair, whether it's pulled up or when you let it down; it seems that I spend hours running my hands through it. Knowing your sensitive spots, I play with you a little (as I cannot help it) running my hands lightly across your sides, feeling your ribs beneath my fingers. As I run my hands up your sides I am able to touch the sides of your breasts and stop for a moment to touch them and feel the fullness in them and remember the way they feel in my mouth, in my hands, on my chest and around my cock. Your back and shoulders are tense and tight from all the work that you do and all the stress that you carry that you don't tell me about. Knowing that you can't take a rough massage, I lightly press my fingers and the heel of my hands into your flesh, feeling it give way to my touch and I watch you for those tell tale signs that you like what is happening to you. Listening to you breath, watching your body, reading your signs so that I can work on those spots that give you pleasure and relief. I listen of the umpteenth time for me to stop and that it's my turn, I just ignore you and work on you, knowing that my turn will come another day. As I lay my hands on you, I plant small kisses across your neck nuzzling up to your ears, telling you the small sweet things that you know I love to tell you; that you like to hear as well. I lift myself off of you and continue to work on your back and shoulders, decreasing the pressure watching your eyes slowly close and watch you flirt with sleep, drawing the blankets ever so slowly up your body. At last you drifted off to sleep, even for just a little while, while I go back to the window to watch the day grow and you, as you sleep. By the Window I jumped when the phone suddenly rang. Maybe it was the fact that I was naked, playing with myself in bed. My catholic education still reminded me of the guilt associated to masturbation. "Someone is watching you", I remembered from my lessons. I don't know if it was the idea of a voyeuristic God or something else in my mind, but masturbation was, for me, always a vulnerable moment, where I felt I could be seen. With time I learned to enjoy that idea. I answered the phone, and my heart skipped a beat when an unknown male voice talked to me directly from my past nightmares: "I'm watching you Paula. I know what you're up to." I trembled, still dwelling in my catholic guilt. I took a deep breath, put myself together, and looked at the window ahead of me. Trying to hide my nervousness I asked slowly "Who are you?", and I walked towards the window to try to figure out if someone was right there, looking inside. "Now Paula," the voice went on "don't be afraid of me, calm down baby. Come to the window sweetie, come to where I can have a better look of your newly shaved pussy. I like it that way, much better than before!" These words disturbed me even more. Not only this person knew my name and could guess I was naked, but he also knew I had shaved my pussy completely for the first time this morning. It meant I had been spying on for a while. "I'll call the police if you keep harassing me. I demand you to stop this, and never to spy on me again." I demanded trying to sound threatening. "And would you lose the chance of a lifetime, my dear?" the voice asked enigmatically. "What chance? What are you talking about?" "I know you Paula. I can look inside you my dear. I know what you want. I can give you that." I was as close to the window as I could be without being seen from the outside. My apartment was high enough to make me feel safe from indiscreet windows. The neighboring buildings were all smaller and I couldn't imagine someone seeing me from one of them. "More to the right" the voice said to me, guiding my sight. "Not that near, behind it. Do you see that bluish building, just on the left of the park?" It couldn't be. That was too far. I wanted to approach the window, but I was afraid to be seen. I ran back inside to fetch my robe. I returned. Still holding my cellular phone next to my right ear. I wanted to see where this guy was calling from. As soon as I reached the window he talked again. "See the windows at the level of yours? Just spot the light signs!" and this said, he must have opened and closed his window several times, because I saw the sun setting reflections as Morse code, on and off, flashing on my eyes. I took a step back in fear. My stalker was there. He could see me, but I couldn't see him. I could only guess his presence. "What kind of perverted are you, do you spy on people with telescopes?", I heard a cold laugh from the other side, and his voice calmly answered: "No Paula, I don't spy on people, I spy on you. And I don't do it to harm you. I do it only to bring you to a level of sexuality you've never known before. You're a sexy woman Paula, but your body needs more than you give it. It needs the excitement that only your brain can provide. And I'm the key to that excitement." I didn't know what to say. It was clear that this guy was a freak, he was potentially dangerous, and didn't mind letting me know he was breaking several laws. But still, the tone of his voice, and his smart language kept me hypnotized, I told myself I wouldn't hang up right there, I needed to know more. So I asked the forbidden question: "And how will you achieve that?" "Paula," he started, always using my name in every sentence, as if he knew how much I liked to hear my name in someone else's voice. "I will achieve that by guiding you, by opening you to new experiences, by taking you to where only your hidden dreams had taken you before." "This is absurd," I interrupted when reality slapped me. "I'm hanging up, and don't ever call me again." "You're not the kind who gives up that easily. Not after the way your heart has raced in these brief minutes. Right now your heart is jumping, your adrenaline is kicking in, your breathing is accelerated, your skin is getting damp with tiny drops of sweat. This is just the beginning Paula. Soon it will be your whole body. You won't give up on that, will you Paula?" "And you'll do all that by talking to me on the phone?" I asked, as if giving him another chance to convince me. I felt angry at myself for encouraging him, but I needed to know what he was up to. "No Paula, you will do it. I'm simply the voice in your mind when you masturbate. I'm the fantasies you never told anyone. I'm the courage you've always lacked. Try me! Let me show you!" "How?" I asked defeated. "Paula, my dear, you'll do a little something for me. Listen to me very carefully. You won't ask questions, you won't say no, you'll be guided by my voice and do as I say, without hesitation, without thinking, you'll only hear, do and feel!!" Before I could say a word his warm voice kept on. "Hush sweetie, calm down, take a deep breath, and follow this test... Open your robe for me. Just slightly, and uncover your left breast, the one closer to your heart. Don't hesitate, just do it." Not believing myself, I was showing my left breast to the world. Not that I thought there were other people on the windows looking at me. Still I knew I was being seen by at least one person. But that didn't stop me, I needed to see where this was going. "Lovely Paula, I always loved your nipples. Now, you'll hold your breast with your left hand, and come real close to the window, so close that your nipple will touch the glass." I did it, the cold glass against my nipple hardened it, I loved the feeling of that smooth and hard surface. "Now you'll be given a choice Paula. Holding your breast you will answer by drawing a letter on the window with your nipple. The question is, should we continue this?" It was stronger than me, when I noticed I was carefully mashing my breast against the cold glass window, making my nipple draw the letter "Y". Now I knew there was no turning back. "Good girl!" he said with that voice that started to send chills down my spine. "Now show me your other breast!" I complied without hesitation, I knew I was becoming turned on by this game, I couldn't stop now. "Mmmmmm! Very nice" I heard. "Now change your phone setting to loud speaker so you don't need to hold it. Then, drop the robe at your feet, and turn on the lights so you can be seen from the outside." This was the moment I had feared, I'd be naked by my window. Exposed to everyone looking up. I closed my eyes, ignoring where I was, and felt my robe falling down my naked body. The touch of the cloth falling down was enough to arouse me. I knew I was getting wet with the excitation of my forbidden actions. The tingling between my legs was impossible to ignore. Instinctively I pressed them together to feel myself better. I searched the switch, and turned on the lights. "Kick away the robe, Paula. Open your legs and your arms. Be one with the window." I obeyed, knowing that now I'd be as visible as I could get, legs open, arms open wide above my head, I pressed my body softly against the window. Its coldness was so pleasant I felt myself moving against it. Rubbing my breasts, my arms, my legs, and even humping the window slowly, feeling how my movements were making my pussy lips open and close in rhythm. I tried hard to have my throbbing clit rubbed by the glass. I had forgotten where I was. He must have understood how I was feeling, because he let me make love to the window for some time. Then he spoke again. "People are looking at you Paula! And you're loving it!" I opened my eyes, and several reflections on windows closer to me, showed movement in those apartments. Some people had spotted me. They were seeing my shaved pussy humping the window. Maybe some were even taking my picture... "You want to put on a show for them! You know how much that will drive you wild, Paula. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. You can be their porn actress. You can make them desire you as the sex object you need to be! You can be the slut they always wanted to fuck!" His words made me shiver. My exhibitionist side had taken over, and he knew it. I didn't care anymore about who was watching me. Right now I hoped they could all see the slut I was. "Paula, you're a dirty fucking slut, aren't you? Slap your breasts hard, if you agree!" I slapped my breasts, right hand on my left breast, left hand on my right breast. Hard, repeatedly, Slappp! Slappp! Slappp! Slappp! "Now bring your couch to the window Paula. Make it stand frontal to it, with its arms touching each side of the window. Then bring your dildo sweetie. That big red one you like so much to have inside your little pussy." I obeyed, as my heart jumped knowing what he was asking me next. I felt an immense happiness. I wanted this to happen so bad. "Sit on the couch," he ordered, "your ass touching the window, and your legs up high along the window. In that position, my adorable slut, you'll show the world how that hot hole between your legs loves to be treated. Remember Paula, people are watching you, show them the porn star you are!" My pussy was on fire. I needed to rub it. The dildo was just the ideal tool. Hard, long, very thick. Something I usually only used after a long foreplay. But I didn't remember ever being more wet than now. I was throbbing. My pussy needed to be fed that huge rubber cock. It could feel it. It was opening it for it. I rubbed... rubbed... and it was sliding in... "Yes Paula, that's the way your pussy needs it. Inside my dear, shove it hard as sluts like you need it." His words only drove me wilder. I couldn't wait any longer. I was pushing it all in. Feeling it filling me so completely. My whole body was squirming. My legs trembling against the glass window. My ass being flooded with the juices running from my fuck hole. I heard his words of guidance as I inserted a finger in my ass hole. I was now fucking both my holes. One finger opening my ass as my pussy was being violently raped by my huge dildo. All for my neighbors to enjoy from their windows. I pumped faster as I moaned loudly. I wanted more. I wanted to feel as the used whore that everyone on those windows would fuck. And then my orgasm took over. I shouted hard. And my body quit obeying me. There I was, legs open against the glass, my cum oozing out of my hole, as the dildo slowly popped out and fell on the floor. I caught my breath, lying there. Waiting for his next order. He complimented my performance, and asked me not to clean the window. My juices and cum all over it, would be a reminder for the next hours. The proof of my slutness. "You're famous now." He said "Everybody saw your true self now, and they know where you live." We said our goodbyes and I got ready to go to bed. In my mind the thought of my neighborhood knowing how much of a slut I could be excited me, making me play with myself again. I missed his voice guiding me now, talking dirty to me. I wished he would call soon again. I imagined one of my neighbors coming to my door, maybe to see me naked, maybe to rape me, maybe more than one would come to abuse me... Just in case, I got up and unlocked my door. I closed my eyes and hoped something more would happen. ----- feel free to email me through the link below with feedback on my story.