3 comments/ 70483 views/ 3 favorites Witness By: Sensuous Storyteller Coming home from work, Zack climbed the stairs two at a time to his 10th floor apartment. The elevators were too slow so he preferred to run up the stairs as a form of exercise. Zack enjoyed keeping his 6'2, 190 pound body in shape. He had turned many a head with his dark brown hair that was almost black, big brown eyes and one of those smiles that just makes a girl tingle when he flashes it at her. While making his deliveries, Zack never failed to dazzle the secretaries with that bright smile of his. He smiled now, thinking of the lovely blonde at the lawyer's office where he had just delivered his last package of the day. She was angry about the package being late and it was obvious she was about to blast him until he flashed her THE smile. She came right around from behind her desk to sign the papers and he did not fail to notice how she made sure her ample breast brushed up against his arm. Tipping his hat and telling her to have a good day, he strode out of the building not only happy that he had avoided her wrath but also glad to be on his way home. Unlocking the door to his apartment, not huffing and puffing at all from the exertion of his run up the stairs, Zack tossed his mail on the kitchen table and walked over to the fridge. Leaning in he reached for a Coors Lite from the six pack plastic and he snapped the lid. Walking into the living-room and over to his telescope, he took a sip from the frosty can and he looked out the window. Her light was on. The sexy redhead in the next building on the 8th floor was already home from work and he stood watching her as she put some things away in her kitchen cupboards. She looked great in her skirt and jacket but he knew she'd look even better beneath them. He just watched her without the use of the telescope; he decided to use that later. Still sipping from his can, he watched her as she sat on the ottoman in the living-room slipping off her high heels. He watched her as she raised her knees up to her chest to rub her tired feet. Her skirt fell back from her legs so he was able to enjoy the lovely expanse of thigh now visible. Zack loved how the two buildings were laid out. Both his and her apartments were long, with the kitchen, livingroom and bedroom all in a row with a floor to ceiling; wall to wall window in each room. Keeping up with the feminine look, the lovely redhead left her kitchen and livingroom windows bare. Zack thought he could catch a glimpse of some non useful valance across the top but he was not sure. Her bedroom curtains were gauzy and white, a little harder to see through when she closed them, but she did not close them very often. The only room he could not see into was the bathroom. If the layout was the same as his, it was an ensuite off the bedroom with no window at all. He picked this apt for the price and where it was located, but he was ecstatic when he saw who lived across the street. He lived there about a week before he ran out and bought himself the best telescope he could buy. He also kept an excellent pair of binoculars on the table next to his chair that he had placed to face the window. Once he realized how much he enjoyed this game of watching, he bought a bunch of those little nite lites that you plug into the wall sockets. He kept a few of those on in the hall. They were placed low to the floor in the kitchen. To light his bedroom when necessary, he used the ensuite light and kept the bathroom door open. He did not want the lovely redhead to watch him watching her. Finishing his beer, Zack went to the kitchen to grab another one and when he returned to his chair in the livingroom he was rewarded with the sight of the lovely redhead stretching her arms high above her head and she was on her tippy toes. She had slipped off her jacket and was wearing a short tight sweater that showed all of her ample curves. He watched her go over to her stereo and put on some music. Once she was pleased with her choice, she lifted her skirt to her waist and slipped down her pantyhose and tossed them onto the chair behind the ottoman. Zack smiled to himself as he watched her lovely hips swing to and fro as she danced to the silent music. She raised her hands beneath her long red tresses and lifted her hair off her shoulders, her breasts beautifully were outlined in the tight sweater and her luscious hips were moving to the music. She even dipped her body down in dance and turned around so he could see her from all angles. He tipped his beer to the window in a silent tribute to her show. He knew if he kept watching, she would not disappoint him. Sure enough once she let down her hair, she scooped her sweater over her head and tossed it away. Her large breasts were barely confined in the lacy black bra and when she bent over from the waist he thought for sure they would spill from their confines, but sadly they did not. He saw her hands go behind her back and fiddled with something there, her hips swinging and flowing and not missing a beat to the music. Suddenly loose, down went the skirt. He could almost hear her giggle when he watched her delicate foot hook the skirt and kick it like a football for a field goal to the chair. Zack kept sipping, feeling his throat go dry, when he saw her firm and impressive ass bare, it was not until she turned around during her dance that he saw that there was a lacy patch of black material covering her pubic hair. Zack could not have removed his eyes from this delightful sight even if someone had yelled fire. He could not hear the music, of course, but he could tell that the song had changed from the way she had changed her dancing. He watched the waterfall of red tresses shield her face as her chin dipped to her chest, her hands were working the clasp of her bra that was between her breasts. Zack decided it was time to go to the telescope and watch from there. He was pleased to see the lovely redhead with outstretched arms dancing in circles with her lacy bra still in her hand. Large full breasts bounced as she twirled. She let go of the bra and it too landed on the chair. He could see her smile and he loved watching her enjoy herself so much. The best was coming. He stood up and sipped but quickly dropped to peek through the telescope in time to see her fingers slip into her panties. She had her back to the window as she bent from the waist slipping her panties down and off her feet. Zack caught his breath, because with the aid of the telescope he was rewarded with a quick glimpse of pussy lips and a hint of her ass when she performed this part of her strip. He licked his lips, wishing and dreaming. Naked, the dancer turned around and swayed. Without the aid of clothing, she wiggled and jiggled in all the right places. She looked beautiful. Zack watched her dance over to the stereo and fiddle with something before she danced on to her bedroom and soon she was out of sight. He knew then that she must be in the shower. Zack slipped his hand over the crotch of his pants and felt the aching bulge. He wanted to relieve himself so badly but he knew there would be more. He walked to the kitchen and tossed his empty can on the counter and went into his bedroom. He stripped without the aid of music and much faster than the pretty redhead. He gripped his cock and stoked it a few times. Hmm, that felt good but he did not want to cum yet so he hopped into his shower and hurriedly washed. When he was done, he padded to the kitchen with only the light from the the nite lites and wearing only a big towel wrapped around his waist. Grabbing another beer, he went to the livingroom and sat in his chair. He just watched for awhile in the window of the 8th floor, contentedly sipping his beer. A few minutes later, Zack looked up and saw a profusion of pink and skin. He looked through his telescope and he saw that she had come out of the shower with her hair and body wrapped in big pink towels. She unwrapped her head and started to brush out her hair. Once she was done she slipped off her towel. She was reaching for her robe when she suddenly stopped. He turned the scope to see that she was looking into one of those free standing mirrors. She raised her hands and cupped her breasts, he was sure he saw her pinch her nipples between her fingers and her thumbs. Watching, he saw her slide her hand down her tummy and touch herself between her legs. Zack looked down at the tent his hard cock created and he slipped off the towel to sit there naked and watch. The lovely redhead walked backwards to her bed and sat down. She opened her legs and slid her bottom forward to see herself better. He watched her raise her head to look into the mirror. Laying back on her elbows, she brought her heels up to her ass and opened her legs even more. "Ohh yes, baby" Zack said out loud. "Come on honey, take a good look." Zack watched as her hand slid down and opened her labia as she examined herself. Her finger touched the top of her cunt and he saw her body twitch. Looking, he saw a finger disappear inside that furry cavern as her head laid back on the bed. This gave Zack the nicest view of those luscious tits. His hand gripped his cock hard but his eye never left the telescope. Stroking himself he watched as the redhead removed her finger and brought it to her mouth, he groaned out loud when he watched her slip that pretty finger between her lips while she tasted herself. "Yes, darling" still talking aloud to himself, "Lay back on those soft pillows and play. I am right here with you playing too." Disappointed, Zack watched her get up from the bed and he gripped his cock and groaned out. "Nooooo" To his immense relief, the lovely redhead only went to her drawer and pulled out a long phallic figure. "Yes, that's my girl! DO IT" Armed with her toy, she returned to her bed and laid down on her back with her legs opened wide. Zack watched as he saw the silver cock slide across her breasts. Through the telescope he could see her nipples rise and pucker. The silver friend slid down her belly and across her pubic hair. He could see her put more pillows behind her head as she took the toy and placed it right on her clit. Zack knew it must be vibrating cause when he moved the telescope up to her face he saw that her head was tossed back into a pile of damp red curls and her mouth was opened. It was not long before he saw her move the silver toy to slide it inside herself. Her legs opened and closed on the intruder and her head started to roll from side to side. Zack thought he was going to explode. His grip tightened and when he looked down he could see a pearly drop of precum on the slit of his cock. His hand slid down to cup his balls. The were full and heavy, he felt them crinkle and move up close to his groin. He returned his hand to his cock and stroked it slowly, up and down, coming all the way up to slide his fingers across the wet and sensitive head. This is great he thought but he did not want to cum until the gorgeous redhead did. He squeezed and stroked himself bringing himself closer but trying hard to not bring himself over the edge. Looking up into the telescope again, Zack saw the silver toy go in and out of her. Then the redhead rolled to her tummy on all fours with her ass high up in the air. Reaching between her legs, she was pushing the dildo in and out faster now. Zack saw her head toss back and her throat constrict. He knew she was close and so was he! He moaned out loud, the noise always made him get closer. He saw her drop from her knees to lay flat on the bed. Her pretty face was turned to the side, her long lovely back was bare to his sight as it curved up to her lovely rounded bottom, long lovely legs were stretched taut and her pretty toes pointed. He could not even see the silver toy between her legs anymore but he did see her arms were pinned down to her cunt beneath her body. He watched both her curvaceous bottom rotating and grinding before looking up to her lovely wrinkled brow and her opened lips on her pretty face. He knew she was close, he wished he could hear her moan. His cock in his fist was aching and throbbing. He was close himself. He knew he was going to cum and soon. Just as he felt the tenseness low in his tummy and his balls tighten, he looked and saw her legs stretch even further. He felt his cum boil up and slip through his slit and out like a fountain. He moaned and gripped and threw his head back. Globs of white cum spurted everywhere. He stroked and stroked and pulled and tugged until every last drop was emptied from his balls. Groaning and feeling weak, Zack sat up to see the lovely ass rotate and grind and her face all scrunched up as though she were in delicious pain. "Oh God" he thought, " She looks so beautiful!" She comes. He could not hear her, or taste her, or smell her but he could see her and he felt her orgasm. He felt her body tense and he imagined her moans as he watched her cum. He knew exactly when it was over for her, because she raised her one knee and released her hands from beneath her body. He looked down and saw that the coveted silver friend was spit from her sated body and laying on the duvet between her opened legs. Her hand reached up to brush her tussled hair from her face. Slowly she rolled to her back. She looked wonderful with her heavy breasts heaving in post orgasmic bliss. She lay still for a few minutes and he watched as she placed her hand between her legs and tenderly touched herself. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she sucked them in sheer pleasure. Zack watched the beautiful red-haired princess rise from the bed. He looked down at his sated member lying dormant and wet on his leg. He could see little spots of cum he would have to clean up. Zack hesitantly left to go the fridge to grab another beer. Snapping the cap, he wandered naked back into the livingroom. Sipping his beer, he stood watching the woman of his dreams as she crawled naked off her bed. Slowly and seductively she walked over to the window. Standing there she reached out her arms to grip her curtains to close them, but before she did, she looked up at the 10th floor of the building across the street, smiling. Little fingers gave a tentative little wave to Zack. © 1998, Misty's Erotic Stories Witness for the Prosecution "You first encountered the defendant where, Mr. Philips?" "At my gym. We were members of the same gym." I did not want to be here, in this courtroom. But the DA had intimidated me. He had said that they might delve deeper into why I was in Baltimore—why I had left San Diego. I really didn't want them to do that. I had just fallen into it in San Diego. I didn't know they were illegal immigrants. I was just working in a worker-placement office. Sure, I was dumb and nonobservant. But is that a crime? California thought it might be, it seems. But I hadn't waited around to find out, and they hadn't come after me. And the issue hadn't come up again until the DA was looking for witnesses to help put Dr. Martin away. "And did Dr. Martin make untoward advances to you in your gym, Mr. Philips? In the gym's sauna?" "I don't understand." The prosecutor turned and looked at me over his glasses with his head tilted down—the "Oh really?" look. Done for the jury, I was sure. "You understand what this trial is about, don't you, Mr. Philips? Dr. Martin stands accused of entrapment, holding his victims in captivity, and rape. You do understand that, don't you?" "Yes," I answered. I knew what the prosecutor wanted. I knew what might happen if I didn't give it to him. But it would be skating on thin ice here. I tried to tell him how it really was, but he didn't want to hear it. He told me to keep my answers short and right to the point of the questions he asked. But already he was making it difficult for me to give him the answers he wanted and not perjure myself—and even more important to me, not reveal what I didn't want to face. "Then I ask you again, Mr. Philips. Did Dr. Martin make untoward advances to you in the gym sauna room?" "Yes . . . I guess so." "You guess so, Mr. Philips? It seems a straightforward question. Either he did or he didn't." "Yes, yes, he did. But I hesitated in my first response, because I didn't know it at the time. I didn't know it was a sexual approach. I was so naïve and it happened so indirectly. I'm embarrassed to testify to how dumb I was at that time. And there was that medical element—that confused and numbed me to what was happening, I think." "We'll get to the medical aspect in a moment. Let's take this step by step. You'd never had sex with a man before, had you, Mr. Philips?" "No. Never before. Never before Dr. Martin." "And you didn't ask him to take advantage of you, did you, Mr. Philips? You didn't ask him to perform sex on you in the sauna or ask to go back to his office and be restrained and taken again, more fully—be penetrated in a sex act? You didn't initiate any of that with Dr. Martin, did you?" "No. No, I didn't." I could see now why I was told to keep my answers short and to the point. I'd almost drifted off in an unwanted direction. But the prosecutor had brought me back. And his questions were now leading me to short, specific response that would help me stay clear of the shoals while he phrased the questions to elicit the answers he wanted—the short, specific answers he was leading me to, and nothing more. But, although I was answering his questions truthfully, this was misleading. This isn't exactly how it transpired. I wasn't the raped innocent. I had denied—was still denying—so much to myself. But I couldn't pretend on that point—not any longer. It had started months before, and I wasn't blameless in getting it started. I had thought about it when I was younger, but I had put it out of my head. I'd been told it was a choice, and I made the choice not to do it. I went to college and kept away from it, even though it was rampant on the sports teams I was on. And I got married right out of school and got a job just like any regular guy. The marriage hadn't worked out, but I thought at the time that it was just something that wasn't meant to be, that we were too young. It wasn't until later that it occurred to me that it just wasn't satisfying—not in that way. That it was me, not her. I probably would never have thought about it at all if I hadn't stopped to take a leak at that rest stop south of Washington, D.C., on I-95 on my way to a business meeting in Richmond. And even then I walked away from it, immediately, in total shock, without any thought of doing anything. While I was at the urinal, a guy came in and stood beside me at the other urinal. I was petrified when I felt him touch me on my penis and turned around to see that he was flashing me and making a circle with his mouth, obviously offering me something. I was in shock. I didn't say anything or try to hit him or anything. I just wet myself down the inseam of my trousers and turned and stumbled out of the facility. I went back to my car and got in and just sat there, shaking, my eyes glued to the men's room door. I saw another young guy go in—with the other guy still in there. And he didn't come out. Neither of them came out while I sat there. I knew what they were doing in there; I knew that it could have been me, if I had stayed. I felt guilty about how my mind was playing with that. My hands were still shaking several minutes later when I started the car up and pulled out of the rest stop. I hadn't done anything. Nothing happened. But in the ensuing weeks, I thought about it—increasingly. And I started fantasizing about it. I began to think of the what ifs. And it turned on my curiosity, and I went to the Internet and sought out the sites I didn't even know had existed before. A few weeks later I changed gyms. I didn't need to change my gym. And I guess if I was pressed to tell all in this courtroom, I'd say that this was the beginning of my undoing—the first action beyond just thinking about it down that slippery slope. And that, no, Dr. Martin might have been the vehicle—and he may be as evil and criminal as they are making him out to be—but he isn't guilty of everything the prosecution is implying—at least not in my case. Maybe the other witnesses can justify their case. Truth be told, though, I don't think I could go that far in my own case. In my own case, I was embarrassingly naïve, yes, but I guess I really wanted it. His wasn't the first approach at the gym, and I invited the earlier one, even though I was just being a tease, I thought. I'd seen sex in the sauna before—if I was to fully disclose what happened, I'd have to admit that I changed to this gym because I heard about it. I'd heard what happened there—and, specifically, in the sauna there. I told myself that the tease and the what iffing and the voyeurism were enough. That's what I told myself initially when I changed gyms. A week or so before Dr. Martin took me, I'd been laying on one of the benches, covered with a towel, when one of the guys I'd seen have sex in the sauna before came in there when I was in there alone. When I'd seen him before, I'd come into the sauna when he was sitting close to another guy—both young and well-built—and I got the strong impression that they'd had their hands on each other before I came in. They stopped and leaned away from each other when I came in, though. I sat there for a few minutes, looking at them. But they didn't do anything. I really wanted them to do something, something I could watch without doing it myself. I'd been looking at it in videos on the computer, but this would be live; this would be a step up. And I thought this would be enough. Then I could go off by myself and take care of myself while thinking about what I'd seen actually happen, in live action, in front of me. The three of us just sat there. They obviously were waiting for me to leave. So, I did. And I went for a cold shower and waited for them to come out—they'd gone in before me, so they should be coming out to cool off in the shower themselves. But they didn't. So, I went back in. Now they were too far along to just pull away from each other, though. They both had their towels off and one guy was leaning over the other one and working the other guy's cock with his mouth, while he beat his own. And this time, they just continued as if I wasn't even there. So, I sort of dallied in my exercises a couple of days later when I saw the guy who'd given the blow job doing his. And a short time before I figured he was finishing his routine, I went to the showers and then to the sauna. I laid down on a bench, with my towel around my midsection, knotted at my waist. Sure enough, the guy came into the sauna and sat further down the bench from me, below my legs. I was nervous and trembling, but it was something I was building up to, something I wanted. I was wrong when I thought that I'd be content with just seeing it live and that this would be enough to fuel my masturbation dreams. After seeing it, I wanted to experience it to. I spread my legs, pulling the towel tight, leaving a wide gap at the bottom between my wide-stanced legs so that he could see all the way up my legs under the towel—just for the thrill of that much of a connection, I thought. Another guy had come into the sauna and was sitting across from us. I didn't know before, but I know now that it was Dr. Martin. The first guy didn't seem put off by Dr. Martin being there, and I began to hyperventilate—but in a good way. Being aroused that some other guy would watch us. I was getting hard—some guy the first one was comfortable having watch. The blow job guy moved closer to me. I moaned at the very thought of what we were moving toward, probably loud enough for both of them to hear, when he put a hand on my ankle. I did nothing, and the hand went up onto my calf. My mind flipped ahead to feeling the hand on my thigh, under the towel, and then higher. And I knew I'd be hard by that time. I had a vision of his hand reaching and encasing my cock, and beating me off slowly, as my eyes went from his to the rise and fall of the towel still encasing my midsection and then to those of the other guy in the sauna, watching us. But then a couple of other guys came into the sauna and he stopped, his hand pulling away from my ankle. And, scared suddenly, I got up and escaped out to the showers—and masturbated under the flowing water at the image of what hadn't happened. So, I was ripe for it, I know. I could say that I hadn't verbally asked for any of it. But I couldn't truthfully say that I didn't want any of it—and that I hadn't sent out signals that I did. Or that I didn't know I'd go through with it, given the opportunity. "And in the sauna, Mr. Philips. When you had your first sexual encounter with Dr. Martin, did you know that this was what was happening? Did you ask Dr. Martin to touch and fondle you?" "No, I had no idea. I thought that it was me, that I was misinterpreting what was happening. And that any sexual connotation in it was mine—and it embarrassed me." "How could that be, Mr. Philips? Did you purposely expose yourself to Dr. Martin to initiate a sex act? Did you ask him to handle your genitals and cause you to ejaculate?" "No, I didn't. And I thought I was the only one who had any such ideas about it as being a sexual encounter. I mean he was a doctor—and was so clinical. He said he'd seen something that he questioned medically, and he seemed to just be trying to help me, to give me medical advice. And I was nervous—and thought my reaction was just because I'd never had that happen before and the circumstances were so . . . strange, unusual." "Let us be clear about another point while we are in this line of questioning, Mr. Philips. Did you at any time touch Dr. Martin in this sauna encounter? Specifically, did you handle Dr. Martin's genitals?" "No, no, I did not." I was emphatic about that answer—because on that point, at least, I could clearly answer. I had not touched him in any way. He had seemed to want me to at one point, but I wasn't at all ready for that in the sauna on that occasion. I knew why the prosecutor had asked this question. He sensed that my feelings of guilt had me on the edge of saying more than I had—more than he wanted me to say. He was leading me—and the jury—back to safer ground. "Thank you, Mr. Philips. Strange and unusual circumstances you said in response to the previous question. So, you didn't go into that sauna to have sex with Dr. Martin, did you, Mr. Philips?" "No." Skating on thin ice here, but he'd prepared me on this point. I hadn't seen the guy giving blow jobs in the gym that evening. When I'd gone in the sauna, I wasn't thinking of having sex there with anyone, let alone Dr. Martin, who I didn't even know. But my general idea of going into the sauna was someday to have sex with another man in there, so this was a circumstance for me to listen very carefully to how the prosecutor worded his questions and to answer them just as I thought he wanted them answered. "Did Dr. Martin . . . in the sauna on the evening in question, did Dr. Martin identify himself to you as a doctor, Mr. Philips?" "Yes." "And did he or did he not indicate that he observed some possible medical problem with you while the two of you were in the sauna alone?" "Yes." "And what was the nature of that medical problem?" "I'm not sure, really. Even now. He used medical terms and indicated that there might be some abnormality in my . . . in my . . ." "With your genitals?" "Yes. With my genitals. He started asking me some medical questions, and I became concerned that there was something wrong with me, and he seemed to be giving me free advice." "And why would he even see your genitals, Mr. Philips? Were you accustomed to exposing yourself in the gym." "No, no, of course not. But it was a sauna and an all-men's gym. It was customary for some of the men to go in there uncovered—with a towel but not using it to cover themselves. Using it in the sauna to cushion them from the hot wood of the benches. Nobody seemed to worry about that. I didn't walk around nude, but plenty of the other men did, and nothing was made of it. It was a men's gym. I had undone my towel to wipe my face off and just hadn't covered myself with it again. Lots of the men just walked around the locker room and sat in the sauna in the nude. It was just a guy thing." I looked up to see that the prosecutor was holding his hand up. I knew I had rambled, but beforehand he'd told me that wasn't a real problem. That if I showed to the jury that I was nervous about any of that, it would actually help his case. "And so, although you were embarrassed by the situation, Dr. Martin had made you concerned about possibly having a medical problem—maybe a serious medical problem—and in your mind he was doing a cursory examination to advise on whether you should be worried about it or not?" "Yes." "And his attitude. Was he clinical in his approach, or did he make it clear that he was soliciting you for sex." "He was clinical." "You never suspected he had any motives other than to give you medical advice on what possibly was a serious condition?" "No. As I said, nothing like this had happened to me before. I knew it seemed a compromising position—to me, at least. But I thought it was all something I was imagining. And I didn't want to be impolite or to cause an incident." "And in the course of his, as you considered it, examination, his fondling, he brought you to ejaculation?" "Yes." "Did this happen quickly, or was it over a prolonged period?" "Quickly. I was nervous and embarrassed and confused about the situation." "And what did you do then? Did you enjoy it and ask him to do it again?" "I apologized." "You apologized?" The prosecutor's eyebrows went up, and he smiled. Then he turned to the jury and shock his head before looking back at me for my response. I waited until he was facing me before answering. I needed the time to steady my voice. "Yes, I thought he would get the wrong idea. I was embarrassed." "Yes, of course. But then he did it again, didn't he? This time for a longer duration in time." "Yes." "And you let him. Still unaware of any motivations on his part that weren't medical. Still believing that you weren't having sex?" "For me, it was sex—and I was confused and embarrassed by that, not knowing how I had gotten to that point. But I just thought that I was the only one who realized that—that he was just giving free medical advice, trying to help me. It made a difference to me—at the time—that it seemed only me who took it as sex. Somehow, if it wasn't him too, it wasn't really . . . a sex act." It sounded really lame to me, but the prosecutor was still smiling, so I guess I was doing OK for his purposes. I plunged ahead. "He said that ejaculating when I was soft, as I did the first time, might be a symptom of a serious problem—that I should be hard when I ejaculated." "And so he brought you to ejaculation again, with you going hard, and you let him?" "Yes. I know it sounds stupid now. But I was embarrassed and concerned. I thought I might have a serious medical problem and this was not a good place—on my body, you know—to be having a medical problem. And he was explaining that what he was doing was necessary to check the problem out." "And then afterward, what did he say?" "That I really needed more medical tests, and soon. And that his medical office was nearby and he'd be happy to check me out a bit more—just so I would know if there really was a problem, in which case he'd be happy to refer me to a specialist." "And none of this was suspicious to you?" "No, not at the time. I was grateful. If there was something seriously wrong, I felt relieved and grateful that help was at hand." "And you went to his medical office with him that night?" "Yes." All true, but, at the same time all misleading. It's true I was seduced by the medical line he fed me. But it was nearly as implausible then as it sounded like it was when I was testifying here. On the surface I believed everything just as my carefully tailored testimony revealed—but under the surface—and not too far under the surface—it was less a seduction than a fulfillment of desires. I was attracted to Dr. Martin from the beginning—from the moment I saw him entering the sauna when the other guy was making a move on me. From that moment, I wanted to have sex with him—and had done so a couple of times in my mind already. He was middle aged, maybe fifteen years older than I was, but he was in great shape and quite handsome. We were alone in the sauna throughout the seduction encounter. I'd gone in before him. We'd both been exercising in the gym, and he'd come by and said a few things to me—just pleasantries and a bit of encouragement when I was trying to struggle out those last five reps of a routine. We'd been on the floor at the same time on previous occasions and he'd said nothing to me. But that was before the evening when he'd come into the sauna and seen the blow job guy make advances to me without me resisting. Now it was evident that he wanted me to notice him. And shortly before I left the floor, he asked me if he'd see me in the sauna and gave me a "special" smile. So I wasn't all that surprised by anything that happened afterward. I was waiting for him in the sauna. And I didn't bother to cover myself with the towel as I sat on the top level of the benches. He came in and sat close to me on the bench below mine and nearly into my leg—and he started talking to me, looking up into my face. Of course he could see the goods; he was almost at eye level with them. I remember thinking I really should cover myself, but that it might be too obvious that I was uncomfortable if I did—but knowing that, in these thoughts, I was kidding myself. That was just the surface me. I was glad I was uncovered. He had his towel open too, giving me a good view of his cock. His cock wasn't thick, but it was one of the longest ones I'd ever seen. I was sitting the same way, full frontal, on the higher bench. Then he started by noticing something he thought might be wrong with my genitals. He said he was a doctor, and I remember being uncomfortable but not wanting to make a scene and believing that he really was being clinical—almost disappointed that he was. He certainly was taking his time, making me feel that maybe this wasn't what I thought it was. The blow job guy seemed to get right down to business when and how he was able. Witness of Desire I definitely hear a noise. At first I thought it was just the TV...hard to tell with the water from the shower, but that was definitely a noise. I turn the shower off, grab a towel and blot myself dry. I slip on my orange night shirt and quietly slip out the door to see what's going on. I slowly step out of the bathroom and glance towards the bed. The TV is on, but that was not what was making the noise. I see you. Not just you. You and a woman with long blond hair. You have her pressed against the wall and I can tell your tongue is deep in her mouth. She's wearing an off white sweater and a tiny black g-string. Your hand is covering one of her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples: I know the feeling and get wet just hearing her moans. I should go back in the bathroom and hide. I'm seriously thinking about it when you change positions and put your back against the wall. Your hands slip into her g-string and pull it down over her round ass. She kisses your neck as she grinds her pussy into your cock. You look at me and point to a chair. I sit and watch in silence. Your hand returns to her cheeks and you pull her into you. I remember the feel of your hard cock against my pussy. I'm almost jealous, but I'm delighted watching the woman's face as she feels the power and heat coming from you. Your arms go underneath her sweater and slowly raise it above her head; freeing her breasts. Your lips hone in on her nipples. I can hear the sucking noise from my seat and want to see. Your hands travel across her ass; slowly removing the g-string as you slowly back her towards the bed kneading the flesh: spreading her ass so I can see. When the back of her knees hit the bed frame you tell me to get on the bed. I don't want you to stop what your doing so I comply without questioning. You tell me to spread my legs; again I do. You lay the blonde woman onto the bed. Her head resting just below my tits and her naked form between my legs. I spread my legs further so her ass is against my wet pussy. Her arms go behind my back and you instruct me to hold them there. I do. Her back is arched, her nipples pointing towards the ceiling. You lean in and take one in your mouth. The view is great. You suck and pull at her nipple with your lips. She grabs at my back as she moans and I'm dripping in my own cream. You take my hands and place them on her breast: coaching me to squeeze them. They are so soft, and the nipple is hard. You smile and start kissing your way down her body. You take her legs and open them, placing them over my legs. Your arms are resting on her legs and your hands on my thighs when you dip your head and run your tongue along the length of her slit. She arches even more: moaning in desire. I grip her tits tightly at the sight. I watch as your face disappears in her pussy while your nose pushes at her clit. I know you're kissing, licking and sucking the outer lips. She's moaning hard. Her ass is squirming against my pussy. I play with her boobs; keeping my eyes on you: knowing, remembering, desiring to have what you're giving her. I glance at her face and see the ecstasy in her eyes. Her head goes back further and I know you're tongue just entered her. I feel her hips buck. I know your pistoning your tongue in and out of her wet cunt. Her moans are getting stronger. She's going to cum. You don't stop. Her grip on my back grows stronger as you lick the length of her slit one more time then suck her clit in your mouth. She cums with a scream of desire. I cum silently in awe of you. She is limp in my embrace as you raise your face to look at mine. Your skin is shiny and slick with her juices. You look at my hands still kneading her tits; her nipples still erect with desire. You lean over her and kiss me deeply. I can taste her on your tongue. I'm lost in desire for you. "More." she says. "Yes," I say, "please fuck her." You smile that devilish smile and I wonder what's going through your mind. I see your cock is in full glory and I'm torn with wanting to suck you or feel you deep inside me. How great it feels, but you have other ideas. You take the blonde's legs and lift them, telling me to hold them up. I grasp her by the knees bringing them towards her chest. You take a pillow and place it beneath her ass, then position yourself between her pussy that I have opened for you. You place your hand on her hips then look me in the eyes as you slowly stroke inside her. Deeper and deeper. With one fluid like plunge, you bury yourself inside her. Her body is pressed against my own pussy and you drive into her, your eyes never leaving mine. I hear her moan and unbelievably get wetter than I thought possible: at the memory of what it feels to have your massive cock pushing its way into my tunnel. I look at her face an marvel at the intense look of pleasure. I can feel each thrust. Each grunt and moan makes my own nipples stick out more. I love the look on her face and you are now pounding her with wild abandon. I love the look on your face as you feel her pussy grip your cock. The muscles in your jaw start to clench. I know you'll be cumming soon. She's moaning that it feels, 'so fucking good,' and she's, 'going to cum'. I place my hand on her clit and give it a flick with my finger, sending her over the edge. I feel her hot cum slowly start to run down my finger. I watch with fascination. You grab my head and pull me up to look in your eyes. That muscle in your jaw is firm as you're about to blow. You give her one more deep thrust. I know your buried to the hilt and your cock is touching the back of her pussy. You give me a tongue searing kiss as you shoot your load inside her. Then you slowly collapse over her body. She wraps her now free arms around you. I lean back breathing heavy, giving silent thanks to what you allowed me to witness and share with you.