0 comments/ 22836 views/ 5 favorites Curtain Call By: _brent_123 Lea was the wife of Brent's best friend Tim. Brent had been envious ever since Tim had started dating Lea. Lea was the sexiest woman Brent knew. She wasn't 'high fashion' -- she was simply sexy and had something about her that always drove Brent crazy. Lea was a petite 5'4" with shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes and though not skinny, had a trim athletic body. Her ass though..... Lea's ass was the constant focus of Brent's fantasies. Maybe it was her wifely instinct, but Brent's wife Shelly never cared for Lea very much. Maybe she had caught Brent gawking at Lea's body too many times, but she was not thrilled about the present situation. Tim and Lea recently moved almost a hundred miles away, however when Tim needed surgery at a local hospital, it was only logical that Lea would stay with Brent and Shelly rather than a hotel. Lea would have had a hard time finding a hotel to take her anyway, since she never went anywhere without her dog. Shelly was even less impressed that Lea had to bring her dog with her. Brent had made a conscious effort not to piss his wife off by staring at Lea as she paraded around the house. It was hard though. To Brent, not looking at Lea was as unnatural as a cat ignoring a mouse. He did try not to look, but couldn't refuse himself a secret glance over his book, or whenever he thought his wife (or Lea) wouldn't notice. Brent never had any intention of 'doing' anything with Lea, he would never be bold enough to attempt it, but he did enjoy fantasizing about it. Brent wasn't sure if Lea would mind much if she knew how much she distracted him anyway. About a year ago, when she was walking in front of him at a party, Lea spun on her heel catching Brent's eyes right where she thought they were -- focused intently on her ass. Lea grinned and waved a finger in a 'naughty naughty' motion but never made a scene about it. She smiled and turned away, releasing Brent from trying to make up some excuse. Lea never mentioned it since, and had never made an effort to shield herself from Brent's potential observations. In the evening of Lea's third day with them, Shelly went out to a meeting as Lea prepared to go visit Tim. Brent said goodbye to them and went to take a shower. As he washed his naked body he again fantasized about Lea. He envisioned Lea coming through the door and joining him in the shower -- her skin glistening with the spray of the water as he washed her. In his mind he pulled her toward him lathering her back as he felt her breasts against his chest... his hands sliding over her soft skin lubricated with soap as she leaned into him... BANG BANG BANG! Brent heard pounding on the door. 'Brent! Are you done your shower yet?!!' Lea called, her voice raised in concern. 'Ummm just about....', he called back through the door, 'What's the matter?' 'The damn dog pulled down your curtains. Shelly will freak on me if she gets home and your curtains are wrecked.' 'Oh...ok....Give me a minute' Brent called back as he shut the water off. 'Let me dry off and I'll take a look.' Brent came out of the shower tying up his robe seeing Lea standing in the hall in an extreme state of agitation. 'Which curtains?' he asked gently, 'I'm sure we can fix them -- don't worry.' 'The ones in my room. The damn dog was freaking at another dog outside and the whole thing came down! Shelly is going to freak out! I tried to get them back up, but one of the hangers is pulled out of the wall.' 'Ok, no problem, let me have a look.' Lea led Brent down the hallway. He couldn't stop himself from staring at her ass as she walked in front of him. The way her hips swayed under her little sun dress was a beautiful sight and Brent found himself fantasizing about Lea for the umpteenth time of the day. 'See!' Lea said. 'I was just in here changing when Goldie started to paw at the window and bark like crazy. Then everything came crashing down.' 'I imagine that scared the pants off of you' Brent laughed. 'What pants?! Damn dog. I was undressed! I was getting ready to take a shower after you. Good thing there was nobody outside! I ducked behind the bed and got dressed on the floor!' 'HA ha -- really?!' 'Yes really!' Lea replied trying to suppress a smile. 'Almost gave the neighbors a show did you' Brent continued smiling broadly. Lea grinned despite herself and began to blush. 'I'll get some screws and a screwdriver and we'll get it fixed right away' Brent told her. 'I'll need your help though.' 'Ok, we have to get it fixed or Shelly will make me keep Goldie outside.' 'No problem -- we'll have it fixed in no time. Let me get some tools' Brent said as he went back out the door. 'Hurry Brent -- We have to fix it before Shelly comes back.' Lea was holding the end of the curtain rod when Brent returned with a screwdriver and screws. 'I'll just put the holder right beside where it used to be, Shelly will be none the wiser. Here, let me hold this up and you tell me when it is straight.' As Brent reached up he felt the back of his light silk robe running up the back of his legs. The robe was short and he could feel that his cheeks were almost poking out of the robe. 'Umm, that looks good' Lea said, 'Hold it right there.' 'Ok, can you come over here?...I'll hold the curtain, but you'll have to put the screws in the hanger.' 'Ok.' Lea picked up the screwdriver and the screws and moved beside Brent. Reaching to the limit of her arms for the hanger. 'I can't reach it' she said dropping her arms, 'just a sec.' Lea looked around the room and her eyes fell on a footstool. Picking up the footstool she brought it over to the window. 'Can you step back just a bit?' she asked as she set the footstool down in front of Brent. Brent moved back as far as he could while struggling to keep the curtain at the same height. 'Is it still good?' Brent asked. 'Uh huh' Lea answered as she checked the curtain. Slipping under Brent's arm she stepped onto the stool in front of him. Lea had to almost squeeze between Brent and the curtains making Brent more than well aware of her closeness. They would not have been closer had they been dancing. The many fantasies Brent had had of Lea were all flooding back to him now as he smelled her hair and felt the warmth of her body as she stood so near. The vision he had been having about Lea while he showered was fresh in his mind as he considered their present position. Involuntary reaction had been common the many times he fantasized about Lea. Often when watching her move about, he felt familiar urges in his jeans and he had often relied on the strength of denim to not give him away. He now had no such safeguard and try as he might he could not disregard Lea's closeness... Screwdriver and screw in hand, she reached up to the bracket that was hanging from the curtain rod. 'That's better' she said as she held the screw into the bracket and fitted the screwdriver into the slot. She was still needed to stretch to her arm's limit to reach the screw. As she did Brent could see her little sundress ride up. It still covered her ass -- barely. As she reached she unconsciously leaned back against Brent. He felt every square inch of her contact against him and his subconscious began to react -- there was a definite stirring under his housecoat. 'Oh no' he thought, 'I could grow right out of this housecoat -- Lea would be sure to notice that -- gawd!... embarrassing!!!...' Brent gritted his teeth and tried to think of ... work, ....math problems,... anything but Lea's contact against his chest as she started to twist the screwdriver. 'These are sure long screws' Lea mentioned as she worked the screwdriver. 'Only ones I could find' Brent answered trying to keep his voice from quavering. He could feel sweat beginning to form on his brow as he tried to pull his pelvis back -- his manhood was not behaving and he felt it growing despite efforts to control it. In all the times he had dreamed of the chance to be this close to Lea, had he always considered that she would be a willing, eager partner. But here she was, touching him, causing his arousal and was oblivious to what she was doing to him. Just touching him was bad enough, but as she worked the screwdriver she was rocking and twisting to gain leverage her motion against him was certainly not helping his situation. In an effort to put more force into the screwdriver she arched her back and pushed back even harder against Brent. That's when he felt it. Lea's tight wiggling bum barely clad in her light sundress brushed back against his partially erect cock. It was a fleeting touch and Brent had no way to know if Lea had noticed what had happened, she seemed focused on what she was doing. If she hadn't noticed, great -- that would save his embarrassment. If she had noticed, she would be sure not to make the same mistake. He might be able to get out of this, if he could keep any further arousal under control. The brief contact had given his little head all the encouragement it needed however -- Brent felt his housecoat start to tent. He was now in a state of fright that Lea would lean back again, feel his growing erection and be shocked and pissed off. Lea continued to work the screwdriver and as Brent looked up he saw that the screw was only about halfway in. 'Why didn't I find shorter screws?' he thought, unsuccessfully willing his prick to subside. He was trying to figure a way out of the potential embarrassment, then - it happened again. Lea was starting to tire. In an attempt to apply more pressure on the screw she had pushed herself back from the wall - and her ass squarely onto Brent's throbbing meat. There was no possibility that she didn't notice this time. Brent was now so erect that she had to have felt how strong his cock was, and that it was obviously making a serious tent of his housecoat. As Brent instinctively pulled back in embarrassment. Lea paused, only for a moment, then went back to working on the screw. 'Oh gawd' he thought 'I'm busted.' Brent mustered enough composure to try to dissolve the situation as best he could, 'Ummm ..... I think that screw will hold it now' he said as he began to release the curtain rod. 'Ummmm, I don't think so..... it's pretty heavy. I think you should keep holding it for a bit...' Lea responded quietly as she continued to twist the screwdriver pressing her hips back. Again her ass came in contact with Brent's now fully engorged erection, he drew back in reflex and Lea followed -- her ass lightly resting against him. She never spoke a word as her wiggling ass rubbed lightly on the tip of his manhood a few times before it withdrew, only to come back again for a few more sensual brushes. There was no way Brent could misconstrue this to be accidental contact. Lea was definitely teasing his cock with her ass. Brent was stunned by his situation. He relaxed his position allowing his hips to come forward, as he did his engorged meat separated the flaps of his housecoat and he found himself now fully exposed. Lea, still not speaking a word, shifted back once more. She paused as her ass touched Brent's now naked meat through only the light cotton of her short sundress. His cock twitched in arousal and Brent was sure he heard a low moan escape Lea. The sundress's loose material followed the contours on their skin as Brent's cock laid comfortably between Lea's cheeks. Brent now realized that when Lea dressed in such a hurry on the floor, she neglected to put on any underwear. He loved the sensation as his cock laid nestled between the cheeks of Lea's ass. She had stopped twisting the screwdriver as she appeared to relish the sensation of holding Brent's meat there. Brent's cock twitched again, half subconsciously and half intentionally. Lea's ass cheeks squeezed in response and as she again resumed the pretext of driving in the screw. She raised herself onto her tiptoes. As she lifted up, Brent felt the hem of her short dress passing along his erection. Shifting back, he dipped his knees until he could feel the tip of his cock ride past the barrier of the thin material. Heat flooded Brent's whole body as he adjusted his hips forward and felt the glorious sensation of Lea's sensuous naked ass on his naked cock. A soft sigh escaped Lea as Brent's cock throbbed against her ass. The light material of Lea's sundress had seemed like tissue paper before, but once his cock was skin to skin with her ass, the increase in sensation was indescribable. They both savored the feeling neither knowing what to say. Too afraid of breaking the moment, they continued to speak not at all. Lea perpetuated the game of 'accidental contact' that put them in their current position. If she turned to face Brent, the concept of the 'accidental contact' would be lost. And since neither one of them had 'intentionally' put themselves in the position where Brent's cock was throbbing on her ass, then it couldn't be their fault. It was this misguided logic that had Lea begin to drive in the second screw as Brent held the curtain rod which was securely held by the first. Neither wanted to admit their carnal desires, nor did they want to stop what was happening. As Lea pretended to focus on the second screw, Brent's cock began to leak pre-cum as he rubbed it between the cheeks of her ass. Brent was getting more and more aroused and as much as he loved the feeling of Lea's ass he began to lust after slipping his hard cock into her wet pussy. 'Would she let this go that far?' he wondered. Lea kneaded his cock with her ass for a few moments as she worked the screwdriver without attention. Lea maneuvered her position and eased her legs apart. At this point reason had become non-existent and their natural urges began to take control. Without having to speak, they worked together toward their common goal. With Lea's legs spread for him they adjusted position until she felt the length of his prick lay between her legs. Brent could feel the heat radiating from Lea. Both the increasing warmth of her back against him, but now also the intense heat of her pussy on his cock as it nestled between her legs. Brent rocked his pelvis upward and slid the tip of his cock across the sensitive lips of Lea's pussy. 'Hhhhhaaaaa......' escaped her as she felt his erection separate her lips and ride over her engorged clit. Lea's over-lubricated slit glazed Brent's smooth meat as he rubbed it along her lips. She was obviously as aroused as Brent, her dilated lips were slick with her juices. As Brent slid his member along them they cradled it between them. Lea pressed down and back with her pelvis increasing the pressure of her slick slit on Brent's manhood. As he slid his cock slowly back and forth along her slippery lips, she rotated her hips working to swallow him inside her. The head of his cock penetrated her inner sanctum before he let it slide forward again slipping easily against the extended nub of her aroused clit. 'UUuuhhhhhHHH' Lea moaned in pleasure and frustration. She needed his cock inside her, needed his hard cock to satisfy the deep itch inside her. Brent tickled the hard nub of her clit with the head of his prick then continued to slide his cock's length along her leaking lips again. Once more he teased her orifice with the head of his prick - penetrating her slightly. Again Lea tried to consume him and again he rolled forward easily out of her excessively wet crack. Lea was too horny now for teasing. She HAD to have his cock deep inside her. She gave up the game of putting up the curtains and let the screw driver fall to the floor. She leaned forward, bracing herself with one arm on the curtain and the window behind, her other hand reached between her legs. Laying her fingers on Brent's cock, as he slid forward she popped the head of his cock inside her as she pushed back hard against him. 'MMmMMMMMM AAAAAHHHhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' she breathed, driving herself back against Brent - impaling herself on Brent's hard cock. Lea began to rock against him - her ass squeezed hard against Brent's groin. With small thrusts she pressed him deeper inside of her wet tunnel. Between her deep thrusts, she gripped his thick meat with the slippery walls of her pussy. Her short pushing thrusts on Brent's throbbing cock incited Brent and he began to draw his hips back as she rocked forward, then he met her thrusts - driving his cock deep into her slippery wet vagina. 'UUuunnhhhh, .........uh huh ..... uh huh ..... yeeEEESSSssss' she breathed, 'Fuck me Brent -- Fuck .....UUUhhhh...Fuck me HARD!' Brent was happy to accommodate. He thrust his hips ahead as she drove her ass back -- his cock plowed deep inside on every thrust, Lea's ass slapping against his groin. Lea groaned in approval as Brent matched her thrusts. He rested his hands on her either side of her waist, just over her hips. Lea felt him take a firm grip on her sides as he used the leverage to force his cock hard into her over and over. This was not a leisurely act of making love. They both were at the mercy of their primal urges, they were fucking plain and simple - lustfully driving themselves to orgasm. The sounds of their sex filled the room. The wet slapping sounds of fucking meshed with the heavy breathy moans and grunts as they drove themselves further and further toward orgasm. Lea eased her thrusts as Brent took a firm hold on her hips and began to thrust more quickly into her. Lea's breathing became short and quick as she became lost in the sensation of Brent's deep, hard and rapid penetration. Lea took a firm hold of the windowsill through the curtain as Brent pounded his hard rod into her over and over. Brent could sense that Lea was close to her building orgasm. The thought of Lea cumming on his prick caused excitement to boil up inside him as well. He felt the erotic sensation of his orgasm approaching and knew he was past the point of return. 'Uuuuhh.... Uuuuhh.... Uuuuhh....Here it c-c-c-comes Lea!!!!!!!' he grunted and as Lea's wet pussy began to flutter with her orgasm, Brent pumped wad after wad of his cum inside it. Squeals of excitement, arousal and pleasure escaped Lea as she came hard on Brent's pulsing cock. She rode his ejaculating prick through one orgasm immediately into a second -- she quivered and bucked against him, her pussy sucking the cum from his twitching member. Brent held firm onto Lea's hips, as her orgasms subsided her knees and legs grew weak and Brent helped her from totally collapsing. He held her close to himself as she rested against her arms on the curtains in front of her. As they both regained their breath Brent's cock began to relax and withdraw from Lea's wet sensitive pussy. Finally after relaxing to half its recent size it popped from Lea, in the process releasing a dribble of his cum mixed with hers down her leg. Curtain Call I’m waiting with mounting excitement for you. I stand naked with a semi-hard. I know you will be here in a few moments then we can begin. This time however is a little surprise. You enter through the front door tingling. Such a relief to be gone from the outside world. You see me and kiss me gently on my lips. "Hi lover. "as you tug my dick to let me know how glad you are to be here. "Good to see you. Let me help you get those things off. "Within seconds your clothes are in a pile at our feet and now I can view your lovely full figure which makes me so lustful. "Shhh!," I say and then take you by the hand and lead you down the hall to the next room. There to greet you is a camera that is being held by a naked guy. But wait! The room seems to be full of naked men with all kinds of dicks in various stages of erection. Your eyes scan the room hardly believing what you see. "My oh my, now this is a surprise. You sure do know how to welcome a gal," You say with that hint of suppressed thrill in your voice. Some of the cocks are circumcised, others are uncut. Some of the men have small scrotums, others have cods that hang low. Some of the men are hairy and one has his pubic hair totally shaved off, even his ballsack. The camera guy is panning over your body while the men laugh and tell you that today you will be fucked like no other time in your life. They surround you while you are in semi-shock and apply oils to your skin. You stand while the multitude of hands massages your skin, your limbs, your breast and your belly. Snatches of words drift through your consciousness. "Awesome ass, honey" "Ummmhh, I love a girl with plump sweet thighs. They make my mouth water. "Words of adoration for this is a F. A. group. Fat Admirers. These are men who find the heft and weight of a woman a visually aphrodisiac. The roundness of your belly the solid fullness of your heavy ass and thighs causes an atmosphere of pure lust so thick that it could be cut with a knife. The hands are everywhere at once. The men are each concentrating on that particular aspect that turns them on. Each pressure and caress is done with loving care. For in their eyes you are a Goddess. And all the while it is captured on video. The film guy has been circling you as the action unfolds. Nothing has escaped his notice. Your eyes glaze at the attention , then as if by silent command the men carry you to the waiting bed. The attention becomes more intimate. One man kisses and massages your feet; another suckles one breast while the next guy is sucking on the other. I’m right there with you. Your head is nestled between my legs with my cock is lying on the crown of your head. You lie on your back as the men continue the physical worship of your body. You can smell the eight men in the room. Their musky, hot sex odor is swimming in your nostrils causing the dampness in your pussy to turn into a dripping chasm. I am talking to you now. The words spill out insistent, "Your pussy is going to get slammed like no other time in your life. The cum in this room will be in your pussy, in your face and on your tits before we are through. We are going to fuck you hard. " You look me straight in the eyes and tell me huskily, "Fuck me like there is no tomorrow, baby. I want it hard and often. And say you won’t disappoint me. Now the action really heats up. One man starts licking your drenched cunt. You moan and scream out, "LICK THAT HOT PUSSY. THIS CUNT WANTS FUCKING TONIGHT. FOR I’M ALL YOURS BOYS. FUCK THIS SLUT NOW! " Within seconds a hard cock is in your mouth and you suck the vigorous manmeat as he shoves it in. His long scrotum slaps the side of your face as he continues his mouth fucking. Then the cunt lappers work takes hold and you have your first orgasm of the evening. As the wave goes through you the mouthfucker cums hot sweet globs into your waiting mouth which you greedily swallow jacking the remaining cream into your obliging mouth. All the time the film man does his work. The foot man is now rubbing his organ between your feet. You catch on and rub him back and then in-sync with his strokes you urge him on. "OH YEAH BABY. JACK THAT DICK. BOY RIGHT THERE". He clasp one of your feet to his harden cock locking both of his hands around your foot and his penis. Your other foot rubs his balls. You continue to coach him on. "YEAH THAT’S MY BIG BOY CUM BABY, CUM. "Within seconds hot spurts shoot from his cock over your leg and left foot. He continues to rub his spent cock on your feet until he is totally soft. " I think its time for the real fucking honey. "interrupting your euphoria. "You know that means. Doggy style and hard, hard, hard fucking. "You sit up and we kiss one another. Slowly and sensually. The slut link that binds us is at full throttle and we both want that ultimate in shared relief. You get set and present your waiting pussy to the gallery of admirers. The men take turns licking and sniffing your womanhood. "SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STICK A COCK IN THERE," you command. And within seconds you are entered and being fucked. "HARDER, HARDER. "you demand. "FUCK THAT HOT STANKY PUSSY NOW. "A man on each side is holding your ankles and spreading your legs wide apart as the man fucks your cunt for all he’s worth. You adore the hard heavy pounding and you know it’s just begun. "FUCK ME HARD, FUCK THIS BITCH SILLY. Oooooooh, "as you sink into orgasm and the cock spurts. and the film guy shoots on. Within seconds another has taken his place and is fucking your terribly hard. I bend down ecstatic and say , "Open your eyes I’ve got a big surprise. "And there to be seen in all of it’s glory is a 91/2 inch monster cock that looks to be 3 inches in diameter. The tantalizing meat is directly in front of your face. You examine the tool in close detail noticing the pulsating love muscle’s engorged veins, bulbous shiny head and tight ball sack. I guide the monster cock to your waiting mouth and watch as you suck the massive penis. Never in your life have you had such a feeling as with this wonderful mantool in your mouth and the man in your pussy pounds and pounds. "Ooooh GOD. Uuuuh. Uhhhhh! "Again the wave of orgasm floods you. The man fucking you has his orgasm and is replaced by the huge man but this time you are on your back, cause you want to see the action. I position a large mirror off to the side to help with the visuals. You watch as the bulbous purplish head plows past your labia and the inches slowly fill your cum ladened cunt. There is no fineness he just pounds your pussy and you urge him on like a jocky at the track. The hypnotic thrusting is reflected in the mirror. You can see the Labia Minora encase the thick dick. This is what your pussy was made for: hot lust fill fucking stripped down to the pure animal level. You deserve to be serviced this way. Your body aches for the jackhammer pounding that reaches all the way to your cervix. And you still want more. "FUCK ME HARD…HARDER…. HAARRDDEEERRRR! "The tension of this unadorned sex causes a near psychotic break, Yet you continue to urge the cocksman to, " GO AND GO AND GOOOO! " I whisper in your ear, "Mona look in the mirror at your pussy getting reamed. You need this hosing down. It’s really what you are made for and deserve. A wonderful hot fucking, slutty bitch that’s is doing what you were born to do. And when he is done I’m going to be your sex boy-toy and orally clean all that cum from your hot, stinking cunt. Then I’m going to stick my cock into you and spurt my pent-up jism into your altar of lust. " As I tell you my hidden secret desires you look deeply into my face with your enchanting green eyes and tell me, "I knew you’re a slutty fuck-toy and you’re here to be of service to me as only you can . " The bond of slutdom chains us as one. The huge monster cock begins to erupt. He pulls it out just as the first globs of cum-juice fly on to your tits. Several spasms of hot thick cum land on your belly that leave the man wholly satisfied. You stare at his reddened and engorged cock as a few drops of jism drip off the end. Deftly you wipe your finger on his swollen tip and then taste his man-cream. The man steps aside as I kneel before your cum filled pussy. The odor is staggering and I breath it deeply. To me it shows just how adored you truly are. I slowly lick the area around your Mons Venus. Then I plunge my tongue fully into your fuck hole. The taste is awesome your juices mingled with your fuckers’ semen. The excitement is building. I could cum any second just thinking about you, even without touching my stiff member. You scream, "JAMES! SHOVE YOUR COCK INTO MY PUSSY THIS INSTANT. I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER! With your command I obey and thrust my turgid fuck-rod into your waiting hole. FUCK ME HARD NOW FUCK ME…FUCK ME…. Ooooh FUCK ME! " Your hips shove upward to meet my pounding pelvis as the joyful orgasm takes us both to the brink of our consciousness. We collapse into a spent mass. Only the sound of our heavy labored breathing fills the quite room. Suddenly the room breaks into applause and the camera guy says it’s a take. Curtain Call We should get one thing straight from the outset: Samantha wasn't in the habit of taking her clothes off in front of strangers. We should get one thing straight from the outset: Samantha wasn't in the habit of taking her clothes off in front of strangers. Sure, she might have thought about it once or twice, but she never figured she'd actually do it. Especially not strangers who knew where she lived. She'd been a little uncomfortable when she'd first taken the apartment; it was weird for her, a country girl, to be living in the city with a picture window right across from another apartment. The rental agent had explained that this apartment building had been built before the other one that once the picture window had looked out over a beautiful view of the lake. But a few years ago, the high rise had gone up across the alley, and now the view was of some other person's living room. Not that it had inspired the landlord to lower the rent or anything but Samantha didn't care; she was just glad to have an apartment after her long and frustrating search. Besides, the second she'd seen the picture window facing the apartment across the alley, her mind had turned to the idea of taking her clothes off in front of it, and the deal was closed. Not that she thought she'd actually do it, mind you. Samantha wasn't exactly a good girl; in fact she really wasn't a good girl; in fact she wasn't anything even remotely like a good girl, but she drew the line at taking her clothes off in public. Her provocative clothing was nothing more than a matter of physical geography, albeit one she relished. She didn't go out of her way to display her full hips, her large breasts, her thick, strong legs they just sort of displayed themselves, and she liked it that way. Samantha's tasteful office attire was always a little dressier than necessary, maybe even slightly tighter than was necessary, showing off the swell of her it is and the curves of her ass. It never crossed the line of propriety, mind you, not quite "slutty," just, how would you say it, "body-comfortable" that worked. She drew more approving looks than she would have thought possible when she was the quote-unquote "overweight" ugly duckling living in Wisketaw, Minnesota. Funny how that happened. Guys at the office were always asking her for dates, but after all, Samantha had moved her to "find" herself, that obscure thing people were supposed to do when they turned twenty-five or maybe twenty-nine, or in Samantha's case twenty-seven, two years late or early, depending on your perspective. So Samantha turned her admirers down for their dinners and movies and impossible-to-eat seats at Miss Saigon and stayed home, reveling in the pleasures of her new apartment. And the pleasures of that big picture window. Samantha would stay home weekend nights, often having turned down a date or two for the technicians up on the fifth floor or the lawyers on seven most of the bastards married or once, even, the FedEx dude, who she'd been sure was gay. She just couldn't stand the thought of going through another love affair when finally had an apartment to herself, a place where she could stretch out on the expansive, luxurious floor more luxurious than a couch would have been, even had she been able to afford one and ease out of her office clothes, enjoying the sight of herself in the big mirror on the closer door, enjoying the sight of her sexy garter belt, stockings, tight panties, sometimes even no panties, the knowledge of that making her uncomfortably but deliciously wet all day long. She could put a porn movie in the VCR, one of those "women's erotica" movies she'd discovered at the feminist porn shop recently. The porn was disgustingly PC compared to the sleaze her ex-boyfriends used to want to watch with her, but yet it was somehow unbelievably sexy precisely because it was aimed at her, like it represented the fact that everyone in the world knew she was masturbating right now or something. She would put on one of the movies and stretch out on the floor with a bottle of red wine and her vibrator and maybe even a dildo or two, enjoying the feeling of being horribly, terribly, irrevocably bad not because she was watching porn or masturbating with sex toys, but because she was drinking red wine on that immaculate white carpet, and her anxiety about losing part of her cleaning deposit was matched only by the decadent thrill she felt and laughing about it, and because she was going to be alone in this apartment for a long, delicious time. Samantha would keep the curtains closed on that window, thinking about who might be beyond it, thinking about what they were doing. Maybe the people who lived there had their curtains open and were doing nasty things in front of the window, wishing Samantha would open her curtains so she could see them. The thought gave her a thrill. Samantha was as mush a closet voyeur as a closet exhibitionist. Once when she lived in Minnesota she'd heard her downstairs neighbors fucking. She'd fantasized about that for months, still fantasized about it sometimes when she was masturbating. When she'd found out, weeks later, that two women lived there, a handsome diesel dyke and a curvy femme, that only fueled Samantha's savoring of her illicit carnal knowledge. There's something so delicious about things you're not supposed to know, like what two lesbians sound like in the throes of lovemaking. Now, she would fantasize about the people on the other side of those curtains. She would think about them watching her as she looked at porn and stroked herself; as she spread her broad thighs; as she tugged her skimpy panties to one side and slipped the silicone dildo smoothly into her body; as she turned the vibrator on HIGH and pressed it to her clit; as she came, screaming, to the images on the TV screen and the knowledge of sexual beings right behind her curtains, watching the red fabric ripple in the twenty-fifth-floor breeze, knowing that wind might carry her orgasmic screams to the people across the alley, or and this never failed to get her off the people in the alley many floors below. But Samantha never actually opened the curtains not even when she was just hanging out to see who lived there. That might have spoiled the fantasy, she figured. Or would it? Samantha discovered her very favorite video one night when she was just a little tipsy from a glass of wine and pleasantly satisfied by take-out Chateaubriand from Francesca's Italian Restaurant she'd just gotten a midmonth paycheck and wanted to treat herself. There wasn't a bite of irony in her liking it, because Samantha watched a lot of videos, having grown up in a place where "women's erotica" meant Cosmopolitan articles on "How to Give Your Man Orgasms!" At this point, she'd seen practically every so-called "sex-positive" video, both lesbian and straight, that the sex shop rented, and she was starting in on the commercial stuff out of sheer desperation. But somehow she'd missed The Hungry Gaze in her first whirlwind tour through the video section. It had been made by a tiny lesbian erotica company in Minneapolis. The company's location was an interesting coincidence, to be sure, and one that would drive Samantha even more perverse fantasies of sexual exhibition. But given how many videos Samantha had watched since moving to the city, there really wasn't that much irony in her response. That is to say, in the fact that The Hungry Gaze was a thirty-minute short about a woman who showed off for her female neighbor in front of the picture window of her high-rise apartment building. Samantha came three times, the remains of the Chateaubriand forgotten, the red wine serving only to hydrate her in gulps taken between her frenzied bursts of self-fucking and desperate rewinding of the tape, muttering, "Come on, come on," while she stroked her wet pussy and listened to the annoying whine of the VCR. Then she started all over again. It didn't bother her one bit that the woman on the tape was showing off for another woman, despite the fat that Samantha thought of herself as exclusively straight. Hell, the woman across the alley in the video was more handsome then any of Samantha's boyfriends had been, and the woman showing off looked more like Samantha then the blow-dried prom queens she usually saw in commercial porn and even a lot of the more artistic stuff. Her yummy broad ass and rounded hips were cinched lusciously into corset, her luscious tits spilling out with their bright rings dancing for the camera as the woman ground her hips and spread her legs, exposing her shaved pussy as she slipped her fingers inside. The woman across the alley, a skinny dyke with a DA, lay naked except for a stained jockstrap, fondling her small tots and pulling the cotton garment away so she could rub her pussy as she watched. The tension between the two women even across the illusory gap between buildings, was palpable and drove Samantha into a new fury. "Fuck," muttered Samantha hungrily as she pumped her pussy yet again, "Sign me up." But what really turned her on was the fact that the woman was showing off and doing it in front of a window. It made Samantha think about who might watch her if she just happened to leave the drapes open one night..... And that's when Samantha did it. Maybe the fact that she had just gulped the remainder of the wine is what gave her the guts to do it. Or maybe she really was a slut after all. She kept her garter belt on, but took off the bra. She loved the way the garter belt framed her board thighs, her wide hips, and her hourglass figure, drawing attention to the wispy blonde hair on her pussy. She wanted to peek first, but Samantha told herself she shouldn't. There was such an intense, hard thrill to just opening the curtains and if there was someone standing there watching her, she could always pull the curtains closed again like it was an honest mistake. But there wasn't anyone. The curtains across the alley were open, but the apartment was dark. Whoever lived there had gone to bed. But rather than closing the curtains and going to bed herself, as she knew she would do, Samantha dragged her one kitchen chair over to the middle of the room, dragging the towel with her pussy and lube moistened vibrator and dildo on it over with her, and sat down on the chair. Was there someone there in the dark watching her? "You could get arrested for this," she told herself out loud, and spread her legs. She could feel the erotic tension flowing from her fingertips to her full breasts, her swollen nipples, her spread thighs. She could hear herself moan uncontrollably as she rubbed her wet pussy and her engorged clit. Someone was watching her. Man or woman, she didn't care. One of the lawyers from work, finally realizing what a slutty whore this third floor secretary was. One of the dykes from the video, treated unexpectedly to a hot show while she fucked herself on her couch. One of her ex boyfriends, suddenly realizing what hot piece he'd lost hold of. It didn't matter. Whoever he was, he was slipping his hands into his briefs, roused from his slumber to appreciate Samantha's wanton display. Whoever she was, she was slipping out of her panties, stroking her pussy, made instantly wet and dripping by the sight of Samantha showing herself off. Whoever he was, he was taking his cock, now hard, out of his Jockeys and stroking it, his hand gripping tightly as he pumped his hard flesh, as his eyes roved over Samantha's mostly naked body. Whoever she was, she was spreading her legs wide and fucking herself the same way Samantha was fucking her own pussy, a six inch dildo, the really thick one, working its way in and out of her as the vibrator hummed on her clit. She was going to come. She was going to come. Whoever she was, she was transfixed by the pumping motions of Samantha's hips. Whoever he was, he couldn't take his eyes off the dancing fullness of Samantha's breasts. Whoever they were, they looked into Samantha's bright blue eyes and wanted her, wanted her bad wanted her in a way no boyfriend or casual sexual interest had ever wanted her, because they'd never realized what a fucking slut she was, and how mush she loved it. They wanted her, the man, the woman watching her now, because Samantha was as much of an exhibitionist as there wanted her to be. God, she was coming coming again! Samantha felt the orgasm bursting through her pussy as she lifted herself up and down on the chair so she could push the thick dildo harder into her, rubbing her cervix, slapping her G-spot mercilessly, driving herself over the edge. She was coming and moaning at the top of her lungs, not caring that the window was open or even, as she finished coming, that the light had gone on across the alley. Not even caring that the hottest guy she'd ever seen was standing there with his dick in his hand, his eyes wide, watching her. Not even caring that he came as she came, and that he couldn't take his eyes off her, even as she finished coming and ground to a halt on the tiny kitchen chair, watching him, transfixed by the sight of his hard cock squrting come onto the carpet. He didn't look embarrassed this bastard was shameless! He'd turned the light on so Samantha could see him, so she could see how much she was turning him on. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!" said Samantha to herself as she watched the guy blowing her kisses and then running for something out of sight of the window. Samantha jumped up, still mostly naked, her face flushing how as she began to close the curtains. But the guy got back before she could shut him out, and he held up a piece of paper. Samantha couldn't help herself. She started laughing. Her face flushed an even deeper red. It was his phone number. She stood there looking at him and laughing for what must have been for a full minute. When she was finished laughing she just smiled, looking foolishly across the alley as he held eye contact and kept nodding and pointing at the number. Samantha heard herself give a surprisingly girlish giggle. "Thank you," she mouthed, laughing again, blushing hot. Then she blew him a kiss, pulled the curtains closed, and went to bed.