0 comments/ 25668 views/ 2 favorites Sneaking In Ch. 01 By: Chessa “God, what a day.” Leila finally was able to crawl into her apartment after what seemed to her the longest day she’d had in years. A victim of Murphy’s Law, everything that could have gone wrong for her did today. Her car got slammed from behind at a stop sign, and of course the seventeen year old driver didn’t have insurance. Her boss was less than understanding about her forced half-day off to take it in to a repair shop and find a taxi to work after getting checked out at the local hospital for possible whiplash. The report that was due magically disappeared from her computer after it crashed five minutes into entering her office. A phone call from her mother letting her know she’d just ran into her ex at the store and how happy he appeared to be with his new arm candy only added to the annoyance of her day. “Well, at least I can just come home and relax,” she breathed, sinking into her leather couch. Everything ached; her head pounded and all she wanted to do was sleep. However, that wasn’t an option yet. Leila knew if she went to bed now she wouldn’t get anything accomplished. She struck herself a compromise and decided to draw herself a bath. “The one nice thing about this apartment”, she thought, “is I finally have the bathtub of my fantasies”. Walking into the bathroom and pouring a luxuriant amount of bubble bath under the running water, she smiled again at the memory of the first time she saw this room. The super had told her the previous tenant had insisted upon this tub. Large enough to seat three people comfortably, it was basically a small hot tub. Instead of being too sloped as some tubs were, this one was perfectly shaped for just laying back and letting oneself go. When the super finally explained the tenant had done her share of ‘entertaining’ clients in this very room, she had blushed profusely and proclaimed her interest in the apartment. As the tub filled, she unbuttoned the silk blouse and let it fall to the floor behind her. Her black skirt joined it shortly, followed by her lace panties and bra, both in a pale cream. Her friends had all told her that dressing sexy made one feel sexy, but all she felt most of the time was foolish at work. No one else wore thirty dollars worth of underwear to work in an accounting firm, she was sure of that. Leila sighed deeply as she settled herself into the water, wishing she’d stopped at the wine shop on the corner for a nice bottle of merlot to enjoy while imagining that this day hadn’t happened. For long moments, Leila just laid there, enveloped by the water and peach-scented suds. She immersed her long auburn hair under the water, reveling in the joys of simply being covered by the heated water. She reached over the side of the tub and pressed a button. Gentle bubbles came forth from the sides of the tub. Silently thanking that former tenant, she let her eyes close. Maybe she’d have a nice dream or two while soaking. He crept along the building’s fire escape. Night had just fallen, and this side of the building was hidden in shadows. No moon was out tonight and the only corner light had mysteriously burned out. He was grateful; it’d been close to a month since his last job. He needed some income to come in, and knowing most of the tenants here were well-off, finding a nice little hole to creep into and relieve of some burdensome possessions would go a long way. Now, to find a nice, dark apartment. The lights weren’t on in this window, making him believe it was likely that the tenant was gone for the evening. Pulling out a smooth, slim piece of metal, he began jimmying the window. He didn’t have to work hard; the window slid open smoothly, the screen lifting up easily. This was almost going to be a cakewalk, he thought. Creeping inside, he looked around. A woman’s bedroom, he noticed. Jewelry box open, makeup strewn on the vanity. Clothing in the open closet signaled no man lived in this room. Well, he thought, this should be interesting. He lay on the floor and peered under the closed door’s crack. No light appeared. No one must be home, he chuckled. Good. He opened the door and began quietly walking the hallway, looking for obstacles in the way or open curtains. When he got halfway down he noticed light coming from a half-opened doorway. Shit, he whispered under his breath. Someone is home. Hearing silence, he became somewhat brave and tiptoed toward the light. Leila was dozing in the tub, oblivious to what was going on around her. While she was conscious enough to keep her head above water, her eyes were closed. She was, to the rest of the world, off in a land of her own. She lay in the pool of the harem, new to everything going on around her. The women who had earlier showed her the palace grounds and the room that was to be hers had led her here. They told her to strip from her clothing and simply enjoy the sun on her bare skin and the feeling of the water on her nude body. They had prepared her for the sultan, painstakingly plucking the hair from between her legs and painting her with henna. They knew the sultan would be pleased with his latest acquisition, from a faraway land where red hair was prized. The only and last piece of wisdom they had imparted before leaving her was to remember that the sultan would soon arrive, and it would be up to her to show him how grateful she was to be a part of his menagerie. She understood; this was something she’d been waiting for without knowing what it was she wanted all her life. Her days in her parents’ estate had been so boring. She had craved excitement since she’d felt the strange and pleasant stirrings in her body. The men who had kidnapped her from the shore were almost a welcome group, and to find she was now the property of a powerful sultan and would soon be one of his devoted possessions at his palace had fueled a burning in her she didn’t yet fully understand. Even thinking about it now made her feel warm all over. Lying in the shallow pool, her face was guarded by a tall tree providing some shade to her. The rest of her body was in the warmth of the sun. Her body began feeling heavy as a hunger she’d never fully realized before began to creep over her. Anytime now, the sultan would be here, and she would have her first chance to make an impression on him, to show him how grateful she was to be a part of his harem. Visions of their first meeting, her in the pool with naught to cover her slim body, made her fire burn hotter. As he crept silently down the hall, he became aware that whoever was in the bathroom was in the bathtub. A slight sloshing of water alerted him to that fact. He could almost see the mirror in the half-opened doorway. He took one more step and noticed it was one of those three way sectioned mirrors. One was opened and directed away from the door, in such an angle that its reflection was mirrored by the other two panels. Curious, he took one last step, and his heart leapt. She closed her eyes, simply enjoying the breeze that rustled the leaves overhead. It felt like hours since the women had led her to the pool. She wondered when the sultan would finally arrive. She began to seek ways to curb the hunger she didn’t understand from her body. Idly, she began running her hands over her skin. First her arms, just under the water. When she reached her shoulders, she began to run them down her sides. They met at her belly and she stroked them upwards, finally bringing them above the water to cover her tightening nipples. A shock ran through her as for the first time she felt the tautness of them; she had never known her breasts to do this before. She began to encircle them with her fingertips, feeling them tighten even further. It felt incredible, this tightness. The texture amazed her. As she continued to do this, she became aware of another sensation, this one coming from between her legs. Curious at this, and having nothing else to occupy her wait for the sultan, she began to explore. She was lying in the tub, with only her face and the tops of her breasts protruding from the water. Her nipples were tight, and her face was flushed. As he watched, he saw her hands rise from the tops of her breasts as one of her legs went over one side of the tub. Her other foot rested on the ample railing on the other side. Mesmerized, he watched her slip her hands under the water, her hips rising, sloshing more water around the tub. Oh dear God, he thought, this was almost too good to be true. Unable to tear himself away from the sight in the mirror, he stayed there, just staring. Her fingers lightly traced a path down her belly and to the source of this newest distraction. She had almost never touched herself there before, not like this at least. Of course, she had also never touched her breasts the way she had moments ago either. She wondered at this change in her; this wantonness that consumed her. What possessed her to act this way? When her fingers finally came to the triangle of newly-bared skin between her legs, she began to understand. Slowly, she let one finger slip into that area, surprised at finding it so slippery and open. This was something she’d never felt before. He couldn’t stop looking. Before his eyes this woman laid in her tub, thinking she was all alone, letting her fingers please herself. He had never seen a woman do this before; most of the girls he’d been with let him do everything while they simply laid back, almost non-responsive. Probably a good reason why he’d stopped dating years ago. But this sight was incredible. Leila let her finger slide in and out of the shaved pussy of hers, completely unaware that someone stood in her hallway. All she saw in her mind was the sunshine outside and the water around her. She was that girl in the harem, waiting for her sultan. There was no doubt of that. She was waiting for him, waiting to show him how much she wanted to thank him for bringing her here. This wasn’t the first time she’d slipped into a fantasy this deeply. Instead of the cold tub walls around her, she felt the smoothness of marble. Instead of overhead lighting and the sound of the whirlpool, she saw sunshine and felt a summer breeze. She wasn’t Leila right now. She was that kidnapped girl who was discovering herself for the first time. If only that sultan would come to her… Her finger felt a slippery wetness she had never known before. This wasn’t the way water felt, nor even the nicest soap. This was thick and inviting. The feelings of sensation coursed through her. Thinking about the sultan, of what the women told her would be expected of her from him at his court, took her breath away. It also caused the wetness to increase. Her finger felt the folds of skin, and she became more and more aware of the almost painful need that was increasing in her. He couldn’t resist anymore. He slipped fully into the doorway. It didn’t matter to him anymore if he got caught or if she screamed. He wanted to savor this sight forever, to watch this beautiful woman lying in her tub pleasing herself. Noting the lacy wisps of clothing on the floor next to the tub, he smiled. She must be one hot little number. She heard a quiet footstep near the pool. It must be the sultan, she thought. How long has he been watching me? Is he upset with me? Thinking quickly, she decided he must not be. If he was dissatisfied with her, he surely would have spoken to her by now. However, if he had been staring at her for a while, he must surely be aware of how exciting the thought of being in this new place was for her. What to do? She thought frantically. How to please him? She stopped caressing herself. He froze. What if she heard him? Oh God, he was surely in trouble now. Not breathing, he watched for any clue that she was awake or that she knew he was there. She slowly began drawing her hands away from between her legs, almost regretfully. Sliding them back up her ribcage, she drew them in towards her tight nipples and heavy breasts. Maybe if she made him an offering, he would be grateful. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Her hands slid up her sides and were cupping her breasts, offering them to someone who was not there. Without thinking, he took the three steps from the door to the side of the tub and reached one hand towards the inviting, tight breast. She felt a hand pinch at her nipple. It made her gasp and filled her with unexpected pleasure. She wanted to open her eyes, to see this sultan, but decided against it. She wanted to keep her eyes closed for some reason. Part of her felt this was right, that maybe he’d be mad if she ruined the moment. Keeping her eyes closed as if in sleep, she arched her back under the water, pressing the breast further into her sultan’s hand. She moaned lightly as he began caressing the mound, occasionally twisting the tip slightly, rubbing it with the pad of his finger afterwards. He left that one and began doing to the other breast the same thing. She was in heaven. This was simply the most enjoyable feeling she’d ever experienced. What was he doing?!? He couldn’t believe he was kneeling by this tub, playing with a strange woman’s breasts. A woman whose apartment he had been planning to rob, no less. But this was incredible. He had never been with someone this responsive. He could feel his cock getting harder, more restricted in the tight jeans he wore. He wanted more of this, he realized. He wanted to fulfill whatever fantasy this woman was having. He bent further down by the tub. Suddenly, she felt a pressure on her bare breast. Her sultan’s mouth was covering one nipple, suckling it as she’d only seen babes do to their mothers. Shockwaves of fire and pain and pleasure coursed from her breasts straight down to the place between her legs she had been exploring earlier. She shifted her hips reflexively under the water. She didn’t know what to do to relieve this feeling of need and want, but was sure her sultan did. He saw her move her hips under the water. God, she must be getting hotter by the minute, he thought. Well, he was in for it now, what else could hurt? She reveled in the sucking sensation on her breasts as her sultan switched from one to the other and back. Her nipples were growing even tighter and the wetness was spreading all over that little area. Suddenly, she felt the water ripple and a finger begin to slowly caress the folds that she had been feeling moments before. Her hips raised by themselves, offering him more access to the area he was exploring. His finger traveled everywhere in that little space, brushing a tightness that sent shocks bolting through her. Whatever caused that, she wondered. She didn’t have long to question that as the finger slid away from the folds and into some crevice she had never before known existed. The craving she was feeling only grew more intense. God, she was hot. He couldn’t believe how responsive she was becoming. He only lightly grazed her clit and she’d jumped. All he wanted at that moment was to fuck this hot woman right there. Since that was out of the question, he settled for the second best thing. He slid a second finger in with the first and proceeded to finger fuck her tight, hot little pussy right under the waterline. Bending down, he gathered a nipple in his mouth and thrust his fingers in and out, brushing her clit with every slippery return to that tight space. She was in heaven. Her sultan was devouring her breast now while sliding his fingers in and out of the opening that was causing so much of the incredible feelings she now experienced. If only there were something she could do to help her sultan. To show him how grateful she was for this moment. Her hand slid down to join his… He jumped a mile in the air when her hand touched his. Thinking he was surely caught now, he stopped. But her hands fumbled in her wetness, as if searching for something. He took her hand and guided it towards her swollen clit, pressing her fingers down to encourage her to play with her hot snatch herself. God, this was his dream come true. Her fingers slowly began to circle her clit, growing faster as her need grew. This was what her sultan wanted from her, she had no doubt. He wanted her to caress her own body, to watch as his latest prize showed him everything she wanted from him. She knew he wanted his women to want him, to give pleasure, but she hadn’t understood what the women meant until now. She became aware that the wetness was a sign of her growing need, and the way for her to fulfill it was for her to do so herself. Knowing he was watching, she wanted to make it clear it was him she thought of when caressing herself. She slid two fingers into the opening that he had used before, amazed at how it felt. She was tight and hot and wet, her fingers feeling incredible as they left and reentered the slippery cavern. She allowed her other hand to slide down and join the first, only this one focused on the little bit of sensation her sultan had directed her to at first. She lifted her hips, balancing herself so this triangle could be above the water and he could see what she was doing. He was going to come. He knew it. Watching her raise her hips so that her pussy was in the air, her fingers sliding in and out of that wet cunt, her other hand tugging and teasing her clit, the breaths that came heavier from her. She was close, he could tell. And so was he. He pulled out his cock and reached for the box of Kleenex on the countertop. He wasn’t going to be stupid enough to leave evidence that someone else had been in there, but he had to let himself come before he did so in his jeans. His hands slid over his hard cock and he watched the fingers fly over her skin. They went faster and faster as his stroking increased. ‘Come on, baby” he barely whispered, wanting to encourage her on and on. She hoped her sultan was watching. She wanted this so badly. She wanted him to know how much she wanted him, wanted these feelings. As she kept going, she became hotter and hotter. The wetness grew, the twinges of sensation became shocks of energy that shot from between her legs to everywhere; her toes, her hands, her breasts. She didn’t think she could hold on any longer. With a few more thrusts of her fingers and some fast flickering across the bud of pleasure, she felt like she could see stars. Pain and pleasure rocketed through her. She stopped breathing, her hands dropped, and her hips hit the bottom of the pool. She couldn’t believe what she had just felt. And she wanted it some more. It was like something had opened in her, something her sultan would have to teach her. Exhausted, she let her body relax in the water, her eyes still closed. He came quickly, shooting his load into the ready Kleenexes. Her orgasm had been incredible to watch. Watching her relax, he quietly but quickly snuck out of the room, the Kleenex in his hand, his pants still undone as he hauled them up while sneaking to her bedroom. No profit made this evening, but God, it had been a great evening. Leila woke up slowly, feeling much more relaxed than she had been when she got in the tub. The water was cold now and her fingers and toes were shriveled. Remembering the vivid dream she’d had, she smiled. God, she almost could have felt that sultan’s hands and mouth on her body. Well, she deserved this fantasy. She slipped a towel around her and walked toward her bedroom. As she entered the room, she noticed the window open, a breeze moving the curtains. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember leaving it open. Sneaking In Ch. 02 “Good Lord,” Leila sighed to herself in her empty apartment. “Is there anyone else without a thing to do on a Saturday night?” She was, with the exception of her collection of tetras in the fish tank along one wall, alone. It was a beautiful Saturday evening in early summer, and even though there were concerts, movies, and a plethora of restaurants to enjoy in the city, she had no plans. She shook her auburn hair out of her eyes and raised herself from the couch, where she’d fallen asleep watching the six o’clock news. The glass of wine on the table in front of her was empty, as was the bottle next to it. “Great. I managed to kill an entire bottle of merlot before nightfall out of sheer boredom. And I wonder why I can’t find anything to do”. Weekends were sheer hell for Leila. Work was fine; she had an hour commute each way, and plenty of work to bring home with her. But the boredom that crept in on Friday night inevitably found its way into getting everything accomplished that night, making weekends into a little Purgatory. There were only so many Saturdays she could handle visiting her mother, who constantly updated her on the unlamentable jerk who left her at the altar. Or the big-chested blonde who’d replaced her after a drunken weekend in Vegas. Damn near every female friend she had was married with her own little ones toddling around. And the dating scene lately had been, if anything, more dull and lackluster than a book with Fabio on the cover. All her co-workers were involved in their own little soap-opera melodramas. Hell, what she wouldn’t give for some college kids to be friends with; at least they knew how to party! Groaning, she made her way into her bedroom and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above her armoire. Not bad, she had to admit. Even though the Yale t-shirt and unfashionably faded jeans had seen better years, at least she managed to stay the same size as her old sorority days. No signs of aging on her at all. Granted, she was only 27, but her mother was half-grey at that age. Her chest was probably a touch larger than proportional, but there wasn’t much beyond reduction surgery to change that. “What the hell is wrong with me?” Leila whined to her reflection. “You’d think I was some sort of ugly hag, the way I have no real life.” Her reflection didn’t answer back. Oh well. He wasn’t exactly stalking her. That’s what he kept telling himself at any rate. Perched on the roof across from her apartment, he had a hidden telescope trained on her windows. The old shoe repair shop had been closed for a year now, but there was still plenty of junk stored on this roof. He’d used it before, when he’d needed a place to hide out while roof walking. Being a cat burglar wasn’t always glamorous, he had to admit to himself, but it was profitable. And, sometimes, it gave a man a nice taste of adventure. It had been a month or so since the last time he had been in this area. He’d needed to hit a loft or two to make ends meet. Let the drug addicts steal car stereos and VCR’s, was his philosophy. Professional thieves knew what to take, where to sell it, and how to not get caught, above all. It was a better living than working a nine to five, and a damn sight safer than selling drugs to strung-out users. However, he’d almost lost it all. And it was her fault. Damn, she was a hot little piece. Memories of her lying in that bathtub of hers had been enough to keep him awake some nights over the past month. It was bad enough he hadn’t scouted the place enough to know she was still home. It was even worse that he’d caught her getting herself off in a bathtub big enough to fuck a woman’s brains out it. No, he had to be even more stupid than that and actually feel her up in the tub. God only knows why she didn’t snap out of whatever she was in to kill him. But he wanted more. And that was why he was sitting on this roof, with boxes piled up by the old chimney; a telescope trained on her wide living room windows. As evening came, her lights came on. A figure was walking around the living room. Leila finished cleaning up her Chinese take out and empty wine bottle. There wasn’t a damn thing on television, and if she hadn’t been to Blockbuster more times this month than she had, she’d probably go to see what was there. But she knew there was nothing out she wanted to see (again), so that left her with one option. Go find a book and read. She scanned her bookshelves for the twentieth time since Friday night. Nothing seemed appealing to her. Good lord, she fumed, isn’t there anything worth doing tonight? Her gaze swept the room, looking for something to do, and landed on the kitchen table. Beside the bills, credit card offers, and sweepstakes entries, was a slim package from her older sister she’d forgotten to open. Well, maybe Jenna would have something interesting in there. Probably another tape of her adorable niece, Morgan. Slipping out of the padded envelope was a book wrapped in newsprint. A letter was taped to the front. Dear Lei-Lei, it began. I know your life’s been duller than dull lately. Thanks, Jen! So, when I went shopping for some books for myself, I came across this. If my copy weren’t so worn out, I’d have lent it to you, but you deserve your own. Enjoy the reading! Love always, Jen-Jen. Well, in most things, her sister had never steered her wrong. Curious, Leila opened the wrapping. Knowing Jenna, it could have been anything from Oprah’s latest selection to some old Shakespearean sonnets. That girl would read anything. But this… ‘This’ was a book that Leila would never have expected from her big sister. The cover was black, with no title on it whatsoever. The title page was just as mysterious. The Tattoo. No author given. What the hell was this supposed to be? Pouring another glass of wine, Leila gathered the book and walked out onto the balcony off her living room windows, settling herself into one of the comfortable reading chairs she has set up. He watched her sit down in her chairs, a glass in one hand and a book in the other. The jeans she wore were so damn tight, showing off those legs of hers. And that t-shirt. What he wouldn’t have given right there to just help her take it off. The way she sat made the shirt stretch across her chest as some of the fabric got caught up under an arm. Using the light from her living room, she brought the book up to her face and began reading. He simply watched. By the time she got to page three, Leila was turning red. By page ten, she was wiggling around in her chair. By page twenty, she was ready to slide out of her jeans and get laid right there on the balcony. What the hell? Jenna must have been confused. She would never read this! Jenna was a soccer mom, on the PTA, in the choir at church! Jenna wouldn’t read this, this…well, this porn! But a little voice nagged in the back of her head. If she was enjoying the tale so far, why wouldn’t her sister? Well, Leila, she thought, you wanted something to do tonight. You might as well have fun doing it! A smile crept over Leila’s face. Looking around, she noticed that all the other windows facing her apartment were dark or curtained. She was too high for cars and pedestrians to see her. No one was on the roofs, as far as she could see. The smile turned even more mischievous. She left the book on the chair and walked into her apartment. In her bedroom, Leila changed into a pair of dark grey panties and bra that she knew looked like a bikini from a distance. It was a touch too cool, but if anyone were to see her, it wouldn’t look terribly out of place. Opening a bottom drawer, she took out a very slender wand. Turning the end, she felt the little motor whirring inside. Good, the battery was still working. She snatched a thin blanket, and headed back to the landing. He was so upset when she went back inside, but when he noticed she left the door open and the book on the chair, he smiled. She’d be back. But when she did finally make it, he didn’t expect what he saw. She was in a bikini, or maybe lingerie. He couldn’t tell. He saw her settle back into her chair and cover herself with a blanket, settling something next to her in the chair. His curiosity got the best of him. “Lady, you back again?” The tattoo artist looked up from his client to see who had walked in the door to his little shop. The woman taking a seat had been coming in way too often lately. This would be her third visit this month alone. He wasn’t complaining; she paid in cash and she paid a lot of it. But this was getting insane. Her warm honey colored hair covered her face as she bent down to lace up her boot. “Yeah, I’m back. Wanted to add another inch or two to the one on my spine. Is that going to be possible tonight, or should I come back?” He looked down at the guy he was working on at the moment. All he had left was a very small patch of coloring on the last leaf of the rose he was getting to cover up his ex’s name. “Gimme half an hour, ok? Then I’m all yours.” She smiled. “I think I can wait that long”. The time crept by, the half hour turned into forty-five minutes. Finally, the man was done, and the hot little number that was becoming a regular was lifting her shirt up and lying on the table. Starting at the base of her spine was a wild rose, complete with thorns and vines. It was slowly working its way up her back, twisting and blooming in full color. It was, he had to admit, some of his best work. “So, lady, why do you keep popping in here getting this added to? I mean, wouldn’t it be easier to just do it all at once?” He was surprised to hear her deep laugh in response. “Well, I guess you do deserve to hear the story. You do such good work, after all”. Twisting her head to look in his direction, she sighed. “This is my way of rewarding myself.” “Rewarding yourself?” The tattoo artist almost dropped his needle. “Don’t women buy themselves new shoes or go out for manicures to reward themselves? I mean, there are cheaper and less painful ways, lady, to make yourself feel better, you know.” She chuckled softly. “It’s not like that. This tattoo is my reward to myself for going after what I want.” She paused. Then, almost in a whisper, she added, “and usually, what I want involves something sexual”. The needle hit the floor. Leila was getting wetter just re-reading the intro. Granted, she’d read the first part or so, but going back over it, she could almost see herself stretched out on the table, getting that rose on her back. What would she be willing to do, she wondered, to reward herself like that? Reading! He’s been sitting on the roof for the better part of an hour, now, and all she was doing was reading a damned book. He’d been dying for another glimpse of her, but this wasn’t what he meant. All she’d done was lunge on a chair, one hand holding the slim paperback, the other one out of sight. Sitting back for a moment, he felt like smacking himself upside the head. What did you expect, you moron? She’s out on her damned balcony. She’s not going to get hot and bothered out there! Stretching carefully behind the boxes, he repositioned the telescope and got back to watching. What he saw made him jerk hard enough to reposition it again. Leila didn’t care that the blanket had slid to mid-thigh. It was getting dark, no one was visibly around, and she was getting herself too hot and bothered to care. Her slim vibrator was teasing the crotch of her panties, moving in slow circles up and down the fabric. Her nipples were tightening the cotton bra, and although the light from her living room wasn’t the greatest to read by, she was damned if she would put down the book and move inside. The breeze felt good on her skin, causing her to shudder as it touched the growing wetness between her legs. Let someone see, Leila was beyond caring. Besides, she smirked, she was getting excited as much by the book as she was by the idea of getting off on her balcony, in view of whoever might want to look. This was what he’d been dreaming about forever. God, how was someone as hot as her not attached to a man, he wondered. She may look all prim and proper, but that was not what he would call proper behavior on that balcony he was watching. At that moment, he would have gladly done time in prison to be over there right now, helping Miss Not-So-Prim reach that climax she was seeking so badly. God, I’m hot, Leila thought to herself as she turned another page. Only 50 pages in, and already tattoo-girl had given the tattoo artist a blow job, ran into an ex and his wife and enjoyed a quick ménage a trois, and, most recently, enjoyed some impromptu attention during amateur night at a local strip club. It wasn’t so much the individual scenes that tormented Leila, but the overall freedom the girl in the story displayed. She wanted to do something that risqué, like getting on stage at a strip bar. Friends and family would be shocked, but there was something so hot about the idea of getting on the stage, teasing complete strangers, getting paid for wickedly getting herself hot in front of them. Just thinking about it made Leila want to be daring. She could feel her nipples getting tighter, her cunt getting wetter, and the sky getting darker. With less light, there was less chance of getting caught. Leila reached behind with one hand to unclasp her bra, letting the fabric slide down. The breeze taunted her nipples. Looking around once again, and seeing no one in sight, she slipped her panties down to her ankles. Not even bothering to bring the blanket back up, she moved her itty-bitty wand all over her clit… I’m truly the luckiest man alive, he thought, watching as the panties slid down those tanned legs of hers. Focusing the telescope so that he could get the best view possible, he watched as her hips rose and fell. The book slid from her fingers and landed on the balcony floor. Obviously, she didn’t notice. He watched as the little vibrator of hers slid in and out of that tight cunt he remembered so well, watched as her other hand slid down to tease that little clit of hers. He watched as her fingers flew over her pussy, the slim vibrator sliding in and out more quickly. He watched as her face tightened up, her mouth gasping for air, her eyes closed, her legs shaking. She was close, damn it, and he would have given anything to be there for it again. Sucking those tits of hers, stroking those thighs, slipping his fingers in and out of that hot little pussy… She imagined herself on the stage, being leered at by the sleaziest men imaginable. Slowly taking off each piece of the schoolgirl outfit she’d chosen. Finally being down to a demi bra and a g-string, both in a soft pink. Grinding her body into the seat of the chair she was using as a prop. Reaching up and unhooking the clasp between her breasts, letting the bra simply slide off her body. Sliding up and down a fire pole in true sleazy strip bar fashion, feeling her clit get bumped and brushed in the process. Having first one audience member, than more, yell for her to slide the tiny piece of fabric down. Sitting on the edge of the stage and play with herself as more and more of the men cheered her on. She didn’t even realize how close she was until she came, shocking herself, crying out loud, thrashing on the patio chair. He watched her as she grew still, panting for a moment or two before she finally slid her panties back up, grabbed the blanket and book, and slid back into the living room. It wasn’t until then that he noticed his cock in his left hand and how close he was to coming himself. Damn, she was hot. He definitely needed to come back for another visit soon. Leila sat on the couch for a few moments, collecting her thoughts. After she finally relaxed, she smiled to the ceiling. Well, she’d found a way to kill a lonely Saturday night. Picking the book up again, a mischievous grin crossed her face. Reaching for the phone book and her cell, she dialed a number. “Hello? How late are you open tonight? Good. I wanted to come in and get a rose with vines and thorns on my lower back. Oh, you’ve got some artwork like that there? Great, I’ll be there within half an hour”. Sneaking In Ch. 03 He was back. He couldn’t resist, actually. Sleepless nights, restless days, and countless close calls had pushed him too far. All he’d been able to think about was her. And hell, he didn’t even know her name. Until now. Leila. Leila Coltrane. He’d given up trying to get her out of his mind. And now, it was all over for him. Approaching her had been out of the question for him. From what he’d gathered, she worked for some hotshot investment firm, she was single, and she spent a lot of time alone. He’d followed her to work one morning, staying a couple of cars behind at all times. He’s watched her apartment from the roof across the street countless times to know that most of her nights were spent in solitude. She had nice taste in clothes and furnishings; he remembered that from the first time he’d snuck in her place. And now, he was here. In her home. Without her around to watch him snoop. He’d been doing this long enough to know to look for alarms and security cameras. She didn’t have any, and the only ones in her building were in the lobby and the ground floor. No one thought to watch from above. He chuckled to himself as he finished his handiwork. Burglarizing homes was second nature to him by now, but so was electrical work. Granted, he’d used the majority of his earnings for the last month or so on these little toys, but it was worth it. Besides, winter was coming, and it was getting too cold to spend hours on a roof, watching her through a telescope. He wanted more. Once he was finished, he looked over everything. The mini cameras in light fixtures were undetectable unless she decided to do major repairs to her place. The wiring was seamless with the rest. The transmitter was concealed in the ceiling paneling. Now, he finally had her right where he wanted her. On camera. He checked his watch; she’d be on her way home by now. Just in time, he snuck back out the window, closing it behind him, and slipped his way down the fire escape and into the alley before she pulled in the parking garage next door. Leila walked in her front door, exhausted. Work genuinely sucked today. God, if it didn’t pay so well, she’d quit her job gladly. Oh well. Throwing down her briefcase and letting her keys land where they may, she hit the button on the answering machine. “Hey, Leila. It’s Lily. Me and some of the girls wanted to know if you were up to doing anything tonight. It’s been a while since the Pi Rho gals got together. Gimme a call back. And we’re NOT taking no for an answer! Ciao, babe.” Leila breathed in deeply. Well, at least she’d be doing something with her evening. Friday and Saturday nights were the worst. Lily, Cassie, and Damia were some of her best friends from college; she grinned as she remembered how they got together at Yale their freshman year and started their own ‘secret’ sorority after being rejected by the Kappa house. By her senior year, Pi Rho had informally rushed about 30 girls. Grateful to be doing something on a Friday night, she picked up the phone. He was in the little studio apartment down the street that he’d rented for cheap from the little old lady who lived below. She was so happy to have someone around at night; she said it made her feel safer. If she was curious about all the electronic equipment, she didn’t let on. On the TV he had set up, he watched her as she called someone, stripped out of her work clothes and headed to a shower. He’d thought about adding a camera in there too, but decided that there were some things even he didn’t want to see. Besides, she gave a good show everywhere else. When she emerged a while later, wrapped up in a fluffy towel, Leila felt better. Lily said she and some of the girls would pick her up and they’d go hit a bar somewhere. Hit on some guys who didn’t stand a chance, do some shots, live a little. God, it was just what she needed. He watched as she dried herself off in her room, pulled out a deep red lace bra and thong from her dresser, and selected a pair of jeans and a slinky red top from the closet. He stared, mesmerized, as she slid each item of clothing on her hot little body. God, no one should look that good. Leila had just finished drying her hair when the doorbell rang. “Hold on!” She bellowed as she turned off the dryer and raced down the hall. Flinging the door open, she was met by Lily, Cassie, Damia, and a few other girls she only vaguely remembered. “Just give me a few minutes to finish getting ready. I just need to add makeup and accessories.” “Chill, Leila girl”. Lily’s Brooklyn accent followed her as she went back to her room. “There’s no fire. We thought we’d kill a little time here first.” “Yeah, where do you keep the wine glasses? I’ve got a bottle getting warm.” Damia’s soft voice sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. “Never mind. Found them!” As Leila came back out to her living room, Lily re-introduced her to Gracie, Alex, and Miranda. Damia handed her a glass of merlot while Cassie put on some cds and lit candles around the living room. Oh lord. Not a girls’ night out. Dammit! Day one using the toys, and she wasn’t even going to stay at home. Frustrated, he went and made a sandwich. When he returned a few minutes later and saw that they hadn’t left yet, he decided to go ahead and keep watching. After all, he thought, it was better than that supposed “Must See TV” crap. Leila’s head began to swim a little with the first glass of wine. “Are you sure that’s just wine in there?” Looking over at Lily and Damia, who were sharing both the love seat and identical coy smirks, she got suspicious. “What’s going on, girls? Why do I feel drunker than I should?” With a nod from Lily, Cassie got up from the cushions on the floor and drew the patio curtains closed while Alex locked the door and Miranda turned off the lights, leaving the living room in a candle-lit glow. Everyone in the room seemed to be staring at Lily and Damia, no one saying a word. Finally, Damia took a deep breath. “Welcome to your initiation party, Leila”. “What? Damia, not only is Pi Rho not a real sorority, but I graduated from there years ago. What on earth are you talking about?” Leila felt not only confused, but very warm and relaxed. Almost too relaxed. “This isn’t funny. What the hell is going on?” Lily stood up and stretched, the little black silk dress she wore riding up as she did, showing off the hint of a garter and stockings. “Leila girl, sometimes you’re entirely too uptight. That’s why I had Damia slip a little something in your glass to relax you a bit” “You drugged me?!” “Sort of. But listen.” Lily held a hand up to silence Leila. “Remember senior year, when we all lived in the house? And what a wild child I was back then? Well, what you don’t know is that during that year, Damia and I became close. Very close.” Lily’s eyebrows rose to make her point clear. Damia tucked her legs under her on the love seat, causing her flirty pink skirt to slide up her very toned thighs. “And after graduation, Lily and I got together once in a while in the city. For lunch, drinks, dancing, whatever. One night, we ran into Alex, who had just finished her senior year.” Alex looked down at Leila, standing at almost 6 feet. “That night, after a few too many drinks, the three of us ended up at a friend’s flat. And became very, very close.” Cassie knelt down by Damia, holding onto the armrest. “A year or so later, the three of them came to visit me upstate. When they shared the tale of that little party of theirs, I decided to give it a try. Next time I was in town, we tracked down Gracie. And had her join in on a little get-together.” Gracie looked up from her seated position on the floor. “And after that, we called up Randi.” Miranda looked up shyly through her ebony hair that partially covered her face. “And I decided it was your turn. So that’s why we called you up.” Leila was stunned. “Let me get this straight. You’re all lesbians?” She hadn’t been this confused since honors chem.. Lily laughed deeply. “No, Leila girl. Not all of us. Hell, most of us have guys at home who were thrilled to have a ‘boy’s night out’. We just like to get together and let loose once in a while. It’s almost become tradition; we get together once in a while with another member of the old gang, and we share a highly enjoyable evening.” Everyone else giggled at that. “Nothing more, nothing less.” Damia rose from the loveseat and walked over to where Leila sat, her mind racing while her body slipped further and further into a nice relaxed state. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride, Leila.” She bent down and kissed her full on the lips. What the hell? He had to be seeing things. He sat there, stunned silent, his turkey sandwich completely forgotten, as he watched this little Asian girl join Leila on the couch, kissing her, sliding her hand through her hair. It took him a while to notice that the knockout blonde in the tight black dress was no longer in that dress. It lay in a pile on the floor, and she stood there only in a tiny bra, G-string, and garter belt. It took him even longer to notice everyone else was joining her in her state of undress. Girls’ night out, indeed! Leila’s head swam as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Some of her best friends from college were all over her, carefully pulling her from her seated position on the couch to a sprawled out one on the floor. With Damia still kissing her, she felt someone sliding her heels off her feet while another pair of hands slowly pulled down the tab of her zipper and unbuttoned her jeans. Damia slid her hands away from Leila’s face down the sides of her top, then began tugging the red satin upward while her jeans were peeled from her hips and thighs. She jumped when she felt long fingernails tugging at the waistband of her thong. “Shh, Leila girl. Everything’s going to be fine. Just relax and go along for the ride.” Easy for Lily to say. However, as much as she wanted to kick and squirm away, Leila realized she couldn’t. She was lethargic. Her arms wouldn’t move when she wanted them t, and her legs felt like dead weight. She felt like she was seeing everything through a hazy cloud. She couldn’t get away from the six of them. This was really happening. Damn! Did his hot sweet piece really swing that way? He hadn’t even thought of that! Nothing indicated she was into chicks, but then again, it wasn’t like she brought guys home every day of the week. Here he was assuming they were going out clubbing. He’d even entertained the notion of following them and trying to rub up against her once in a while or buying her a drink. But six on one? Damn! He’d heard of gang bangs, but this was insane. I’m a truly lucky bastard, he thought over and over as he watched what was happening on the screen. Watched Leila get every stitch of clothing stripped off that hot body of hers. First her tight, tight jeans that he loved to see her wear. Then the slinky red top, sliding over those firm, perfect tits. The red lace bra unhooked in the front, the thong peeled off over her thighs. Stripped until she was as naked as the first time he saw her. Watched as the rest of the girls followed suit, from the Amazon blonde to the little Asian girl who seemed to begin this whole thing. Piles of clothes all over the living room. Watched as they played their own version of musical chairs, using Leila’s body as their positions, kissing her, sucking on those tight nipples, licking and nibbling her thighs, stroking every square inch of her smooth skin. God, he hoped she was enjoying this. He sure as hell was. All Leila could think about was the number of hands and mouths crawling over her body. God, it’d been so long since been with anyone; a year at least. It felt so wonderful to have someone stroking her, kissing her, making her writhe. And yet, so weird at the same time. She’d NEVER entertained the notion of group sex. Or sex with a girl. Or sex with six girls. What did they expect her to do? Just lie there on the carpet and let them do what they would? Did they want her to respond? Was she supposed to… Her thoughts flew right out of her head when she felt a tongue graze her clit. People moved around her, switching spots, caressing her arms and legs, massaging her feet, nibbling on her breasts, kissing her lips. Occasionally, a pair would turn their attention from her for a while to kiss each other and then go back to sweetly torturing Leila. But the person enjoying her pussy was always the same. God, he remembered how she’d felt the time he’d snuck in on her in her tub. Hot, wet, tight. It felt so good. A faint stab of jealousy went through him. He wanted to do that. He wanted to be running his hands all over her. He wanted to eat away at that red-curled snatch of hers. He wanted to feel her shaking as she came over and over. But secondhand experience would have to do for now. “Relax, Leila. Let go.” Cassie’s voice drifted down to her from somewhere near her feet. A tongue snaked its way back into her mouth, seeking and giving. She had no clue whose it was at this point, the haziness in her mind was that thick. Damn, she was getting hot. There was no way around it. She wanted this. Leila used what energy she had to return the kiss. She moaned in the back of her throat when fingernails flicked at her tight nipples. She shivered when someone trickled wine on her belly and lapped it up with her warm tongue, in time with the tongue that was lapping away between her thighs. Someone else sucked on the fingers of her left hand, softly nibbling them, while another person blew a trickle of air by her ear. She whimpered when a finger slid into her. Her hips bucked slightly, wanting more. A soft chuckle echoed in the stillness of the apartment. “I think someone’s finally getting into the mood. Good. Gracie, get my bag.” A moment later, a soft electric whirl filled the air. “Leila girl, you’re going to come. And you’re going to enjoy every second of it. It’s been too long, hasn’t it sweetie? That’s what you said last time we talked on the phone a month ago, wasn’t it? That you’d give anything for just a little action.” Damn! She’d forgotten that conversation with Lily. “Be careful what you wish for, sis. You may get it.” Leila felt a buzzing sensation right above her clit. God, she wanted it. She’d have given anything for it right then and there. And then she got it. The little vibrating wand Lily had brought slid around her clit, teasing and taunting. Every time it hit a sweet spot, Leila jumped. When it slid away, she whined. Until she felt it slide home. It wasn’t until then that Leila realized how wet she was getting. When Lily began to lick and tease her clit while sliding the wand in and out, Leila felt her muscles tightening everywhere. Hands all over her were making her feel every inch of her body. With no one kissing her anymore, she was free to pant and moan as much as she wanted. “C’mon, girl. You know you want it. Reach for it.” He couldn’t believe he was cheering her on. She was close; he could tell. Her eyes were tightly closed, her legs flexed. She always looked like this the times he’d spied on her while she was getting off. And she wasn’t the only one. God, he was close himself. Cock in hand, he kept watching the screen, his hand sliding up and down. He’d always been a big fan of girl-on-girl action, but this was a dream come true. God, if only he had audio… When Lily began to suck on her clit, it was over. Leila saw stars as her whole body shook with the explosion. Lily turned the vibrator off and just gently caressed her skin, As she calmed down, the hands that had been turning her on for who-knows how long became soothing and gentle. They stroked her skin, smoothed back her hair, caressing her instead of teasing her. When he saw her shuddering, he knew she’d gotten off. Just the sight of her on the floor, with the blonde’s head between her legs, her orgasm so obvious on the screen, pushed him over the edge. With a loud groan, he came, shooting on the floor in front of the TV stand. Yeah, the risk had been more than worth it. And this was only day one. “How long until the drugs wear off?” Lily asked Damia. “Another hour or two. They’re just like what they knock you out with at the dentist before surgery. Short lasting, but effective. And I didn’t give her that much.” “Good. Let her rest. Poor baby needs it”. Leila drifted away. When she opened her eyes an hour later, she found her clothes back on her body. She was on the couch. Everyone was dressed. Just like nothing had ever happened. It couldn’t have been a dream. It felt so real. She remembered it vividly. What the hell? She was so confused. Lily looked over at her from the loveseat. “Well, Leila girl, ready to hit the town? I don’t know about you, but there’s too much Friday night left to waste in your living room.” Leila looked at the six faces staring at her, then smiled wickedly. It couldn’t have been a dream; not the way they were grinning. “I am now. In fact, I feel much more relaxed. Let’s go have some fun.” Laughing like they’d shared a private joke, the seven of them strolled out of the apartment.