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Window

By: Dovima



Work was really tiresome and I couldn't believe how long I was at the office again and my eyes were strained from staring at pages and pages of writing. I dropped off my bag and hung my coat in the closet, slipping off my shoes and dying to take off my pantyhose. I slipped my dress up above my head and threw it in the hamper for a three point shot from where I was standing. With my bra and panties off I was finally comfortable and relaxed. I went to the kitchen and started a pot of tea and listened to my messages. 

I already knew that Dan was going to be late in coming home from the message I got in the office and felt empathy for him. Plus I was horny from reading all the love letters from the archives that day. I leaned against the kitchen counter sipping on the cup slowly when a drop fell on my left breast. I wiped it with my finger which made my nipple harden instantly. I giggled because it was soft and arousing. Walking to my bedroom I was careful not to spill anymore. I knew I left my CD somewhere in the bedroom after reading the cover but couldn't see it anywhere. While I was searching around I noticed some movement through the partially opened blinds. Quickly I shut off the lights and resumed my position.

There I could see my crazy neighbors moving about their room. I was hoping for another show. I bit my lips in anticipation and watched as they undressed each other. I could feel my juices flowing. I rested the cup on the ledge so I could lean in farther. I squeezed my breasts together as the two of them started to kiss. I knew what was happening and couldn't wait. Just then I noticed they stepped towards their window and glanced in my direction as if they were checking. I immediately pulled open my blinds like before and almost like they had planned it nodded my way and continued. I LOVED it. I knew they wanted me to watch and my heart raced as my body yearned. He grabbed her chin and kissed her sweetly on the lips as her hand slid down his body and started to stroke his cock. I could see her arm moving slowly and steadily. I could almost hear him moan. I following my hand down between my legs, and not at all surprised by the wetness found there. 

I spread my lips apart, so swollen and puffy, all the while squeezing my tit as hard as I could. I started to lightly touch my clit. His hands moved to her body wrapping his arms around her waist and turning her around almost roughly, but I knew she liked it by the gleaming smile. He ran his hand from the nape of her neck down her spine then squeezing her hips and kneading her ass. Her tits were swaying underneath her with her hair cascading down off her shoulders. I was breathless. I allowed my finger to manipulate my hard clit. I couldn't help but to moan in pleasure. 

Squeezing my nipple I screamed in pleasure with a sigh as I released my swollen and puffy little morsel. My fingers moved hastily around my clit. I had to cum. I had wanted to wait until she did, but I couldn't wait. My body thrashed and I had to lean against the window to brace myself as I came. My breasts pressed up against the cold window only escalating the sensation. My body shook and my breath was short. Once I recovered I could see they had stopped to watch me which only made me want to cum again. I pulled my glistening fingers towards my lips and wiped them against my mouth. I let my tongue lick and suck on my lips tasting my cum. I slid the rest of my fingers in my mouth greedily sucking on them. 

I looked back up to see that he was kissing her back and ass. He was behind her and lowered himself as she was leaning against her ledge. He disappeared behind her I could only imagine what he was doing but had a good idea by her reactions. I loved watching her tits shake and sway as I knew her orgasm was approaching. She used one had to brace herself while the other squeezed most of her tits in her hand. Her eyes strained and her lips parted and I could actually see her scream. 

She was cumming! My pussy throbbed as I watched. My knees were shaking I was so horny I had to switch my weight from one leg to the other and I assumed the same position she was in. I shook when she dropped her head and her body convulsed. It was so sexy watching her cum. I let my body feel pleasure all over getting close to another orgasm. I mimicked her with one arm on the ledge one on my tit with my ass pushed out behind me. I watched as he kissed her lips sharing her cum. He positioned himself behind her again. He looked up and leaned his head to one side; I think he was watching me. I was excited. His hand reached lower and I could see she was bracing herself, I did the same. Then I saw him preparing to thrust, my pussy was dripping by now. I sucked in a breath as his hips pulled back and then a THRUST. I screamed loudly feeling my body being rocked forward and my pussy filled. In that moment I couldn't tell what was happening except the incredible feeling of my pussy being stretched opened. I turned to see Dan standing behind me naked completely with his cock buried to the hilt. I screamed in delight!

My neighbors watched us and we watched them as they fucked harder and harder I could feel Dan's hand on my hips as he thrusted over and over into my wet cunt. I was in such bliss that I couldn't control my orgasm. I thrashed below as one after another orgasm ran through my body like a roller coaster. The pace was so fast and so hard. So very hard that I couldn't see very much it was a blur everywhere. Until finally I felt the wonderful familiar feeling of hot cum shooting against my pussy wall. I squealed at the sensation which only hastened another orgasm. It felt like eternity for both our bodies to recover. Finally with his cock slipping out of my swollen pussy I turned around with my ass on the ledge grabbing Dan by the hips and pulling his towards me. Kissing him all around and sucking on his lips. I knew he could taste my cum on my lips, I loved how he hungrily devoured them. It was such a turn on for me. 

"How long were you watching?" I laughed.

"Long enough" he answered.

"You are so naughty! I love it!" 

I looked over my shoulders to see my neighbors in an embraced and perhaps this time instead of taking cue from them, it was our turn. I slid my body against Dan's and lowered myself and positioned our bodies so they could get a good look. I got on my knees and took Dan's half hard cock covered with both our cums into my mouth and looked over to see what they were doing. I moaned as the tasty concoction on his dick as I licked it clean. I looked up to see Dan's eyes as I swallowed in entire cock down my throat. They were watching and following and I couldn't wait until...

Window 7



About five years ago I was IMing with a print model I had shot before and was thinking about using in a project I was involved with. She told me this story about her first semester away from the USA as an exchange student in Holland and what follows is based upon what she related to me.

Last year my dad was offered a major promotion at the bank he worked for. As was the custom in our family we had a meeting after dinner one evening to discuss any major impending change in our lifestyle. The promotion was a big one both in terms of salary and prestige but it necessitated moving to The Netherlands for at least four years. The Hague for one year and then to Amsterdam for at least the following three. My brother elected to go with my parents but because I was about to graduate the following spring from high school and was already accepted at UCLA for the fall, I chose to stay in California. UCLA had a student exchange program with many corresponding overseas universities and although there were none in The Hague, there were two choices in Amsterdam so if I wanted to spend the second semester of my freshmen year abroad I could do so. 

I was seventeen at the time so my mother arranged that I could spend as much time as I needed using my Aunt Margo's house in the Valley as my base while I stayed in the freshmen dorm. I was actually beginning to look forward to the trip overseas since my social life was one step away from being nonexistent having just broken up with my boyfriend but mainly because I missed my family.

My Dad's job meant frequent travel back and forth from their home in Amsterdam to The Hague and even though my brother was allowed to stay in the house my folks rented they insisted I get a room through student housing for those times they were traveling. He was male and three years older so he got this privilege. I really didn't care but pretended I thought them horrible chauvinists.

My brother and I had a relationship which could be referred to as 'benign coexistence'; although there was no overt sibling rivalry and we rarely had spats, we also didn't really know much about each other's lives. So after my flight landed and I cleared customs I unpacked my boxes and had lunch with the family just before the folks flew off to The Hague. I was rather surprised when my brother Bill volunteered to be my tour guide for the next several days.

Okay, it didn't take all that long for me to get completely filled up with useless, irrelevant trivia (my description) about the different varieties of tulips in Holland, so after three and a half hours I finally cracked. "Billy, enough already!  That someone who's in the bulb exporting business knows all this stuff is kind of depressing, but that you know it convinces me that you have no life at all; and I'm the virgin here!"

Bill laughed. "Does this mean you're a potential blackmailer because you've discovered my deep dark secret of liking flowers?"

I lightly punched him on the shoulder. "I guess we're even, then." He raised his eyebrows with a questioning look. 

I shook my head. "I can't believe I just told you I'm still a virgin at eighteen!"

"Yeah, what's up with that?"

"I don't know, I'm not dogmatic about it. I never wanted to when I was with Kenny and since we broke up I guess I just haven't met anybody I wanted to give a special present to."

"It doesn't have to be about that you know. You could be doing it just because it's a fun way to spend an afternoon!"

"There's that, too, I suppose. So what's next on our schedule, brother of mine?"

"We head back to the house so we can get cleaned up and dressed for dinner and then on to the opera. You've got an appropriate dress?"

"I'll raid Mom's closet. I don't own either a cocktail dress or anything more formal."

Bill chuckled. "Mom knew that so she said she bought you and I quote, 'a little black something'. It's still in its box on her bed."

"Great!"

After I'd showered, done my hair, and applied most of my makeup I opened the box I'd retrieved from Mom's bed. The dress was the most beautiful thing I'd ever worn but leave it to my mother to buy me something I couldn't possibly wear with any of the three black bras I owned. She had always given me a hard time about my penchant for trying to stuff myself into a 34 D cup but I could never bring myself to cop to reality and buy DDs. But it wasn't just that. The dress was cut so low that any bra would have looked silly. It felt weird that for the first time since I'd been at the beach someone could see the underside of my tits. I had very little sag so even though the nipples were covered you could still read a newspaper through the gap between the fabric of my dress and my ribcage under each breast. 'Thanks Mom!' I thought sarcastically.

At least Bill was enough of a gentleman not to make any juvenile comments about my high level of exposure as he helped me into his Mercedes. The nightclub he took me to was nothing short of elegant. With the U.S. drinking age set at a ridiculous 21, I'd never been to a bar except two dives near the campus where the staff didn't look too closely at my phony ID. In the Empress Club it looked like at least my dress was right at home.

Bill leaned toward me at the bar. "See the blonde guy at the other end of the bar? Well in a few years he'll be the new King of Finland. The short guy with the brown hair is Ulrich Abt. His family owns Nestle, like the whole fucking company! Sister Emily, you're surrounded by some serious movers and shakers."

A woman with long auburn hair sitting behind me chimed in at that point. "Your brother's quite right, Emily." Her right hand started pointing out various people in the room. "That one's Fiat, the House of Rothschild, the Editor-in-Chief of Elle magazine, the Bank of England; this Club frequently entertains the mighty. Mick Jagger was here a last night."

Bill held out his hand to the woman, "Bill Gibbons; and this is my sister Emily."

"Helena Krupp, very pleased to meet you both." She placed some bills on the bar and wished the bartender a good evening. "I'm afraid I must run, you two. I'm meeting some people for a drink and then on to the opera."

I answered, "Traviata? We'll be there too. I'm so looking forward to it."

After she left Bill leaned in again. "Wow! Helena Krupp makes the mover and shaker list herself."

"Really? Who is she?"

"Helena owns the Quarter. The Quarter's a half block enterprise in the Red Light district employing between eighty and a hundred or so of the most magnificent women in the city. It's a testament to sexual excesses."

The evening's performance was excellent. Traviata had always been a favorite of mine but as much as I enjoyed it I couldn't get Helena Krupp out of my mind. Sitting next to her at the bar was as close to the industry of prostitution as I'd ever been and I felt as if something sexual had happened within me. 

At dinner later that evening I asked Bill, "Have you ever been to either the Quarter or any of the other places in that district?"

He paused before answering. "Nope, not yet. I've thought about it a few times and I'm sure I'll eventually try it but 'til now all my illicit activities have been in coffee shops where I smoked a little weed."

I slept restlessly that night, my mind flooded with unbidden images of girls on display in storefront windows who only left those windows because they'd been chosen to have sex with random passersby who had the money it took to buy them.

I was awakened to the sound of Bill knocking on my door. I mumbled, "Wha...?"

"Breakfast is ready Em. Try and hurry, little sister, I have news."

Bill had outdone himself; waffles with fresh blueberries and Vermont Maple syrup, eggs with both sausage and crisp bacon, croissants and sourdough, O.J. and G.J., all topped with two pots, one of a hearty Brazilian breakfast blend and the other Earl Grey. 

"This is quite a spread; what's the occasion?"

"It's all part of an apology. My office called and I've got to go in today to take depositions from last minute witnesses the lead attorney just thought of deposing. I honestly believe he'll change his mind again and not use them in court but it's his nickel, or actually the client's.

Anyway do you think you can fend for yourself today?"

"I'm sure I'll muddle through. You're easily bored in galleries and we passed three yesterday I'd like to go back to."

"Do you think you can find your way back?"

"For sure! I can't remember the street names but the first two galleries are... let's see; out the door, turn right, then turn right on the fourth street, five blocks to a left, then one block to the yellow façade."

"Impressive, but you've always had a great spatial memory. Anyway I've got to get going. Call you later."

I wandered over to the first gallery but discovered fairly quickly I was more interested in finding a coffee shop where I could read a little while sipping an espresso and smoking a joint. 'What the Hell' I figured, 'When in Rome'... or Amsterdam as the case might be.

The book was good but the joint was better. I paid my check and started some aimless wandering. I guess the wandering wasn't entirely aimless as I found myself headed in the direction of the red light district. I'd found myself thinking of it frequently since meeting Ms. Krupp last evening.

Many of the famous display windows were vacant, it being mid afternoon, but quite a few were occupied and I found myself assessing the girls in them with the same critical eye and at the same speed as I had earlier used on the art in the galleries. Many different girls with a variety of heights and figures, but just as in real life the faces determined their sexiness and their eyes were the windows to their souls. A few, a very select few, gave me unbidden thoughts about switching teams. I was staring at one such girl when a voice behind me said, "She's one of the most successful girls on the block."

I turned even though I knew it was Helena Krupp behind me.

She continued, "You have that look and if you were to give it a try I have no doubt you could be at least equally if not more successful."

I smiled, "Thanks but I could never bring myself to do anything like that."

"But you've been thinking about it all night, haven't you."

I'd been caught. How did she know? I looked at her and didn't say anything, which I guess was an answer in itself.

She put her hand behind my back and started guiding me to the left. "Let me show you something." We stopped in front of a darkened window. "Look toward the right side of the window."

As much as I looked I couldn't see what she was showing me. I turned to Helena with a questioning look.

"There's a young lady in there. I frequently meet young girls who are curious about what it might be like to work here and I allow them as much time as they want getting the feel of the place. She can see the gentlemen passing by but they can't see her. Of course there's less foot traffic at this time of day..."

For some reason I kept staring at the darkened window. Helena continued, "You know, Emily, why don't you come back after supper and I'll show you what it's like?"

I quickly shook my head, "Thanks but I really couldn't... and besides I'm not sure what my brother and I might be doing about dinner. But thanks, really..." I turned and walked up the street as quickly as I could without seeming like I was running away, which of course I was. 

At five fifteen Bill called to say he still had hours of work left to prepare himself for an early morning start the following day. I tore some lettuce and started assembling one of the most basic salads I could by raiding as many leftovers in the 'fridge as I could find.

The TV couldn't hold my interest so I changed into cargo pants and a well worn hoodie looking, I thought, as unsexy as I could before going out. I took up station across the street from the Quarter and was looking less at the girls as I was watching the men walking down the street before pausing, staring, considering, and in most cases walking on. After around thirty minutes I saw Helena come out the door and cross the street heading in my direction. She said, "Come with me Emily, I know a spot where you can get a better look."

I followed her across the lane and into the door from which she had just left. She led me down a hall and into a small room which was decorated like a Romanov sitting room. The entire wall opposite the door was covered by heavy black drapes.

"This is one of our display windows, number 7. The young woman working in it would typically show herself to best advantage to the gentlemen walking by in the hope of attracting one who'd like to spend some time, and money, with her. The lighting in the room, as well as the drapes, is computer controlled by this remote control device. The lighting is on a dimmer so it can be raised or lowered at the occupant's discretion. As long as the lights are on, even a little bit, another light in the hallway above the room door is also lit so the staff knows if the young lady is available. Let me show you."

Emily watched as Helene turned out the lights and opened the drapes. She watched fascinated as her own private window onto the street displayed the various passersby. The drapes remained open for a very short time before Helene closed them and turned up the lights. "I'm sorry but I forgot, the experience is ever so much improved if we get you changed into something a little sexier." She went out of the room for a moment and returned with a translucent black teddy. "Here, try this on."

"If the room is completely darkened and the men from the street can't see me what difference does it make what I wear?"

"It matters because this entire experience isn't about them; it's all about you and whatever it takes to make it pleasurable for you. You'll know how sexy you'll look and what those men would see if you only were to adjust the dimmer up a little. Trust me it will definitely enhance the experience.

Look, I'll leave the teddy and here's a robe you can wear over it if you like. I've got to see to a few things so why don't I leave you here. You can remain in your street clothes, change into the teddy, cover it with the robe, hide behind the sofa, do whatever you like. Just remember that if you turn the lights on and a man comes in asking for the girl in Window 7, I'll assume you want me to collect the fee and lead you both to one of our private meeting rooms so you can be with the gentleman.

Oh, if someone comes in asking for you and the light has been turned back out I'll take that as a sign that you've changed your mind and don't want to go through with it. I'll just tell the gentleman that you're otherwise occupied with a client who'd just come in.

You can either do or not do whatever you want." With that she left me.

I was simultaneously fascinated and intimidated by the entire situation. All I had to do was leave the light on and open the drapes and I'd be offering myself for sale to whoever might walk by on the street. I picked up the remote and felt a slight tingle between my legs. 

There was a Queen Anne chair with a back as high as a throne in the room so I sat in it. As I darkened the lights and opened the drapes, the tingling returned. The passing men acted in the same fashion as they did when I was across the street but the knowledge that they were a simple flick of my finger away from seeing me, in that setting... The tingling sensation departed as soon as I realized that if I had raised the lights their ardor would have been dampened by the outfit I'd chosen to wear.

I trusted to the darkness and pulled the hoodie over my head exposing my breasts to... no one. It didn't matter. The heightened sexual tension produced by my topless pose brought me so close to the edge of an orgasm that the mere act of putting my hand over the crotch of my pants brought me onto a very short road to completion. I had barely started to rub my clit when it hit me. I cried out from the paroxysm and in so doing I was certain that everyone in the surrounding rooms had heard me and knew what I had just done. I put my top back on and headed out the door and back to my parent's house.

That night as I lay in my bed I must have masturbated myself to completion at least four times before shutting my eyes for the night.

I was up fairly early the next morning and took it upon myself to fix breakfast for Bill. My internal meters must have been telling me I needed protein since I prepared a Western omelet with petit sirloin steaks charred but bloody rare. I was about to knock on his door but discovered the smell had already ejected him from his bed and he came to the breakfast wearing only his boxer shorts.

"Meat! I crave sustenance!" He immediately dove in.

"Good Lord, Emily, I thought you were home last night."

"I was. Why?"

"Because the Cheshire grin you're sporting is usually only worn by someone who'd spent the night fucking! Are you still a virgin this morning?"

"Billy!  Can't a girl wake up in a good mood without having you think the worst of her?"

"Not the worst, Em, only the best. You getting laid would be a good thing. My thoughts for you always involve happiness and satisfaction.

Anyway, thanks for the breakfast but I've got to run. What'll you be doing today?"

"Wandering, I guess. I'm determined to learn as much about the city as I can."

"Left three blocks to a right for five blocks to another right for two blocks. Then just turn left and watch."

I was working it out in my head and suddenly realized he'd unwittingly just given me directions to where I'd already intended to walk this afternoon. "That's the block with all the prostitute's windows!"

"That's where the Quarter is. Remember the woman from the nightclub? That's her domain but I'm impressed you knew that. You must have covered a lot of ground yesterday!"

"I already told you, my goal is to learn this city."

"You ought to apply for a job there."

I snorted. "Yeah, I've thought about it but wanted to wait until the folks came home so Mom could come with me!

Get out of here, jerk!"

I did wander the city for the bulk of the day but as the sun started to close in on the western horizon my feet started drawing me ever closer to the window I'd begun to think of as mine. I pushed the door to the Quarter open and as I entered I practically bumped into Helene. She picked up the mail from the desk and as she began looking through it she said, "The teddy and robe are on the sofa."

"In Window 7?"

"That's right, Window 7."

"You were expecting me?"

At that point she looked up from the mail and gently ran her fingers down my left cheek. "Let's just say I had a hunch." She went back to her mail. "Stay as long as you like."

The drapes were pulled shut and I sat on the sofa looking around; my eyes flitting from here to there until finally coming to rest on the teddy. I picked it up and looked at its sheerness. I was reasonably sure that a spy satellite at eighty thousand feet would be able to read a newspaper without much interference if I'd taped it to my chest and donned the garment.

I began to undress in a very atypical, very slow, very deliberate fashion. I carefully folded each garment as I took them off; first the shirt, then the boots, jeans, then my bra. As I started to reach for my panties I changed my mind and removed my socks next. I stood and reached for the waistband of my panties and found I couldn't do it. The drapes were closed but I couldn't do it. No one on earth could possibly see me but I couldn't do it. I even donned the teddy pulling it over my head but I still couldn't do it. Finally I donned the robe and turning my back to the covered window was able to push my panties to the floor. I carefully folded them and added them to the pile of clothes. I sat in my chair.




Window 7



My bottom had barely touched the seat when I popped back up again. I went to the table and retrieved the remote control before resuming my seat. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure but I was so eager to take the next step I pushed the button to open the drapes.

Nothing happened! I pushed it several times but the drapes didn't part! How typical, I finally got up the nerve to take that next step and I had an equipment malfunction? I could feel my nipples under the robe, under the teddy, and they were hard as cherry pits in anticipation. I stood to see if I could manually open the drapes when I noticed a small computer monitor facing me and out of sight from the sidewalk. It was blinking at me as the message said, 

YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO OPEN THE DRAPERIES W/O FIRST DIMMING THE LIGHTS. CONTINUE? Y/N

 'Oh my God!' I had almost opened the drapes and let every man with a hard on and some cash see me and come in to jump my bones! 

To say that I was in a state of panic was way into the realm of understatement. I pressed the N button and I could feel my heart rate begin to moderate. As my brain cleared I began to realize that even if the drapes had opened I still had the long robe covering everything. Taking advantage of my moment of lucidity I dimmed the lights all the way to darkness and opened the drapes. There was no crowd surrounding my window, no standing ovation, in fact everything was momentously... ordinary.  

I had chosen to ignore the multiple things which would belie any aggressive conduct on the part of the pedestrian public such as the floor length robe and the blackened room. But I couldn't help but think 'These people should know, they should sense that beyond that darkened window was a nearly naked eighteen-year-old virgin who was almost ready to be plucked from the tree of chastity.'

Then I saw him. There was a man on the opposite curb wearing a grey herringbone suit, black topcoat and glasses, and a well worn fedora pulled down to partially obstruct his face. I could immediately tell he was staring at me! I didn't know if it was the angle at which he'd held his head or what it was that I felt but it absolutely seemed that he was staring straight at me. I quickly closed the drapes and practically sprinted down the hall.

"Helene are you absolutely sure that they can't see into a darkened window?"

She looked straight at me and said, without a trace of her usual humor, "I'm absolutely sure with no possibility of error. The sheet glass used in the windows even has a tinted coating on it so that any ambient light won't reflect back out. Why do you ask?"

"There was a man on the sidewalk who I could swear was looking straight at me."

Helena laughed. "Oh that! It's not exactly a State secret that new girls will frequently use a darkened Window to gain confidence before their 'Coming Out' debut. So fairly frequently men will begin staring at an empty Window in the hopes that he can ingratiate himself with a 'new' girl. Trust me. If they're staring directly at you it's because they remember the layout of the furniture from the last time that Window was occupied. She reached out and took both my hands which she raised to her lips. She kissed my fingertips. She looked into my eyes and it seemed like she had traveled into my soul. "They won't be able to see you, ever, unless you give them that right."

I went back to my Window, thought about resuming my seat my hands poised to open my robe, but instead dressed and went home. When I left the building I looked across the street but Mr. Fedora must have passed on to another window. As I walked the city streets I realized that all of the anxiety I'd felt the previous night was gone. Somehow in those last hundred seconds talking with Helene I'd crossed my personal Rubicon. I more or less knew how this entire drama was going to play itself out and I was content with that.

When I got home I found Bill watching an old black & white movie. It took me only a second to recognize Key Largo. I took off my jacket and boots and plopped myself down on the sofa, still amazed after all these years that Edward G.'s lips could look like that in those days before collagen injections. I stole some popcorn from Bill's bowl and swung my bare feet up into his lap. "I've been walking until I dropped brother; could you, pretty please, rub my tired feet?"

It seemed I couldn't distract him from Bogie and Bacall but at least without saying a word or looking my way he reached for my feet and began giving me what seemed to me like a very professional foot massage.

I slept like a log that night.

I'd been getting up earlier lately. Up until this trip to Amsterdam I'd always been a typical sleep-till-noon and wake up grumpy kind of teen but I'd found that the early end of the day was actually kind of cool. I went down to the kitchen to cook breakfast only to find Bill almost finished. He looked up.

"Good! I was just trying to figure out how I could get you up and not let the brandy boil off."

"Brandy for breakfast? What are you making?"

"I decided to put our little battle of breakfast one-upmanship finally to rest by producing something un-toppable. Hence for your morning repast I've prepared for your consideration: Kona coffee, the juice of choice mangoes, fresh brook trout almandine, and Bananas Foster." As he completed his list he tossed a match in the brandy and the bananas began to glow with a yellow-blue flame.

I had worn just a Derek Jeter jersey to bed last night so when I plopped into the chair my bottom reminded me of my panty-less state. I didn't really care. Breakfast was awesome!

"Em?"

Between bites of the trout I managed a quick "ummm?"

"Could you make me a promise? Ever since our 'Night at the Opera' I've been confronted with the inescapable reality that my sister's grown herself a set of magnificent tits. If, and only if, you ever decide to do a nude photo shoot... let me be the photographer?"

I kept eating as I considered what my answer should be. Bill didn't know it yet but this had already been a week for momentous decisions on my part so a little thing like letting my picture be taken (something I already enjoyed) only without any clothes didn't seem very farfetched.

"Okay, I honestly hadn't thought of it but it might be fun. I already know you're a pretty decent photographer so why not? Think about it and let me know the where and when of it and I'm in!"

My brother and I smiled at each other, high fived each other and he left for work.

At five thirty I left for the Quarter. When I entered I nodded to Helene and went back to Window 7. The teddy and robe were draped on the sofa so I dimmed the lights off, opened the drapes and slowly took off all my clothes. After a few minutes of standing nude in the darkness I reached for the teddy and robe and slipped them on. Mr. Fedora was back and once again it seemed like he was staring directly at me. Even though I knew this wasn't possible I locked eyes with him, opened my robe and lowered my left hand between my legs and began to rub. I was already quite wet so in not that many minutes I began thrashing around and whimpering. At that point Mr. F reached into his pocket and was unashamedly rubbing himself, seemingly in time to my own strokes.

This just wouldn't do. He couldn't see me so my mind was just fabricating sexual fantasies. I was as ready as I'd ever be but I just couldn't bring myself to raising the lights. My finger had been poised over the rheostat for at least five minutes but I couldn't take that final step. I closed the drapes, brought up the lights and left my window to walk down the hall barefoot. Half way down the hall I passed another girl with a client headed for a bedroom. The direction of his gaze reminded me that I hadn't bothered to retie the robe. He was fixed on the jiggle of my breasts scarcely concealed behind the fabric of the translucent teddy. I rather enjoyed it and smiled back at the client.

Helene looked up as I approached. I got to the point quickly. "Helene I'm as ready as I'll ever be but I need a little help taking the last few steps. I thought for a while I might have been intimidated by the stories of the pain when a girl losses her cherry but at this point I just don't care. Could you help me, please?"

"If I'd known you were a virgin I'd have gotten the word out to a select group of clients who routinely pay handsomely to deflower virgins but since the extra cash isn't relevant to you I won't worry about it either. Let's go back to your Window."

With the drapes closed I removed the robe and stood before my new boss. She asked, "You're quite a bit taller than my average girl. Does it matter to you that your pussy's lips are exposed below the hemline?"

"Not at all."

She continued looking. "I'm pleased to see that my suspicions are confirmed. That first day with you I brought you the teddy instead of a frilly bra and panty set because I thought a bra would only detract from those magnificent tits. I was right."

I smiled and said, "That's the second time today someone's called them 'magnificent'. I guess it must be true!"

Helene excused herself from the room and quickly returned with a pair of black open toed pumps with five inch heels. "Can you handle these?"

I answered honestly, "I don't know since I've never tried. I'm five foot nine!"

"The barefoot look doesn't work for you, it's too bucolic, too Town and Country."

I slipped them on and was able to rise while holding onto the chair. I quickly became acclimated and was soon strolling the room like I'd worn them forever. I smiled as I said, "It really is high up here isn't it?"

"You look perfect Emily. Shall we?" She held the remote in her hand.

"Let's go for it. Should I stand or sit?"

"Stand boldly facing the glass with your legs and pussy lips parted and your fists on your hips. Make it sort of Linda Carter Wonder Womanesque. After all, you're as tall as an Amazon!"

"I only asked because I'm not sure how long I can hold this pose, standing in these heels."

Helene laughed as she slipped out the door and into the hallway. "Don't worry Emily. I have a feeling you'll be able to remove the shoes and teddy and lie down very soon." The last thing Helene did before closing the door was to hit the switch and raise the lights to full brightness.

It took only a split second for my eyes to adjust. What followed was like a one act play on steroids. A man in Danish horned rim glasses headed from left to right, away from the door to the club, paused, drank in the sight of my pussy before moving on. Mr. Fedora left his station and began to cross the street toward me. A third man with wild orange-red hair was headed from right to left when he paused and began staring at my tits. I turned a quarter turn to the left so he could see them better. Just as he resumed walking I noticed that Mr. Hornrim had reversed course and was also headed toward the left. Mr. Fedora also changed course and rather than head toward me he was now angling off to the left toward the door to the club. It seemed the Act was suddenly over since the street now appeared deserted. I was surprised when the door opened and Helene came in to close the drapes with her clicker. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Do your feet hurt?"

I reminded myself to breathe, "No I'm fine. What happened?"

"I timed it. Your drapes were open for 51 seconds before I was dealing with three gentlemen who wanted to pay to spend time in your bed. After the first one paid I told the other two you'd be tied up for a while but they both chose to wait." She took my hand and led me into the hallway. Mr. Hornrim had apparently arrived at the door first.

"Emily this is Stellan, Stellan Emily. Now if you'd both follow me."

She led us into a bedroom where I sat on the bed and removed my shoes. While he was undressing Stellan said something in Dutch I didn't understand so he just pointed at my teddy and said "Off please?"

I reached for the hem and pulled the garment over my head. He immediately began running his hands over my body. He became transfixed by my breasts. He caressed them, kissed them and took each nipple into his lips before discovering that I was dripping wet between my legs. To Stellan this wetness apparently indicated that a minimum of foreplay was needed so he soon donned a condom and began rubbing his dick up and down over my pussy's lips. My entire world seemed to enter a state of slow motion as the head popped into me followed by its six inch body slowly stimulating my vaginal walls.

A sudden thrust later and my virginity was but a distant memory. I decided to follow my brother's advice and turn this session into as much fun as I could make it. I raised my legs and locked my ankles around his waist as my arms encircled his shoulders. After my third orgasm with Stellan I decided I'd been successful.

After Stellan left I assumed I would be changing rooms before meeting my next client so I went into the bathroom to clean up. I slipped my teddy and shoes back on and strutted back out into the hall just in time to see Helene leading Mr. Red into a bedroom across the hall. "Well it appears our timing is perfect, Ivan, here's Emily now. Isn't she just lovely?"

Ivan smiled as he answered, "Yes, I noticed."

As the door to our boudoir closed Ivan took me in his arms and kissed me with a measure of tenderness and affection which rather surprised me. Still wrapped in each other's arms he sat back onto the bed and pulled me down on top of him. I slowly brought my knees up on either side of him and raised myself into a sitting position as I straddled his pelvis. Our eyes were locked as I crossed my arms and slowly pulled the teddy up over my head and tossed it on the floor.

Once again I was reminded what a formidable weapon I possessed as Ivan became motionless, swept up by the grandeur of my bare breasts. He just stared at them for what seemed to me an eternity of time but was probably only ten seconds before reaching up and forming his hands into a new bra for me. I supposed that in terms of a sex clock ten seconds does constitute an eternity. I closed my eyes as his fingers rolled my nipples into .32 caliber bullets.

I reached between my legs and unbuckled Ivan's belt as his hands went to the buttons on his shirt. When we'd gotten him undressed Ivan grabbed my hips and positioned my pussy over his lips which began licking the entire area from my navel to my butt hole. Each time he passed over it he paused so his tongue could explore and stimulate my clit. My silly brain flashed on Star Trek's intro line 'to go where no man has ever gone before'. I was in ecstasy as my orgasm flooded his face with my ejaculate.

I found myself getting progressively fascinated by the throbbing male member before me. I had given Kenny head as well as four other boys years before but this one seemed somehow special. I began kissing it from its base on up to the engorged head which I finally took into my mouth. I then contented myself sucking my new pop as my tongue bathed it in my saliva. I was rapidly becoming confused as I wanted this stick of meat, this cock, to be the focus of my entire being yet it was getting increasingly hard to focus on anything because of what he was doing to me down there. There was no place for me to hide, no way to escape that tongue, those fingers on my ass, gravity and the weight of my hips and thighs were conspiring against me. After hitting my g-spot with his index and forefinger he thrust the two dripping fingers into my anus. I raked my long nails from his neck to his chest.

With the achievement of every plateau of intense feeling came the inescapable knowledge that my vagina desperately needed a cock. I pushed myself up onto my knees so I could spin around and kiss him. Between kisses I panted, "Please fuck me,  please fuck me, ,  please fuck me! .

If it weren't for Ivan's presence of mind I would have broken the strongest of the house rules and let him ride me bareback. It wasn't so much that I wanted to, I'd just forgotten. He rolled the condom on with no assistance from me but once it was sheathed I grabbed his cock and pushed the head into me. My hips began thrusting before his did and between his left thumb and the four fingers of my left hand my clit was getting everything it could handle. I had been sure that we climaxed together but a very small part of my brain wondered how Ivan's dick could remain so hard afterward.

Ivan's neck was trapped in the crook of my right elbow as my left hand toyed with his anus. I tried to suck his entire tongue into my throat. At one point he started, pulling back for just a second; I thought I might have bitten his tongue.

I'm not sure but I think I defeated the purpose of the condom impeding the exchange of bodily fluids. I should have expected it when I'd become aware of the acrid taste of iron in my mouth but I was sure of it when I rolled off Ivan and looked at myself in the mirrored ceiling. My face, jaw and neck looked like that of a vampire who'd recently eaten. I was covered with Ivan's blood.

As I gazed at the tableau that was me; rumpled sheets, spread legs and arms while bathed in blood I started chuckling while internally thinking 'Now there's a photo for Bill's portfolio. Vampire Woman, she fucks her lovers to death as she drinks their blood!'

Instead of laughing out loud I looked into Ivan's eyes through the mirror as I pointed at myself. I simply said, "Sorry!" He began laughing along with me as he rolled me into his arms which precipitated yet another encore. My body was already primed and eager to receive him. He pulled my hips up and entered me doggie style. I came again rather quickly and after Ivan withdrew I could feel the head of his cock applying pressure to my rectum. As I was penetrated it felt like his entire forearm had entered me. He squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples as his teeth mauled and his tongue invaded my ear. I'm sure I screamed at least twice.

I cleaned both Ivan and myself in the stall shower and after we were dry I kissed and then left him to dress himself while I went in search of Helene. Finding no one at the reception desk I wandered toward her office. I had to laugh as I passed the mirrors in the foyer as they made me notice that I'd forgotten my teddy and was wandering around the public halls nude. When I pushed open the door to her office I was greeted with applause from six of the girls and Helene herself.

I was a bit confused but asked, "Where's Mr. Fedora?"

Helene looked momentarily puzzled before smiling as she said, "You mean your third client? Yeah right! Emily darling you may be a tasty looking piece of ass but I doubt that any of us are worth waiting three hours for! He left an hour ago. I even offered him a good discount to go with one of the other girls but he was all about you and the fact that he wasn't getting you."

"I still don't get it. How could it have been that long? "

Helene reached across her desk and offered me a blu-ray disc. "Remember I told you that there were security cameras in every room? Well here's an unedited video of you losing your cherry to Stellan. You'll probably want to save it as a memento for your old age. There are four different camera angles on there. I can't give you the blu-ray for your time with Ivan yet as I've already uploaded the digital files from the four cameras up to a friend of mine at LucasArts. He estimated that it'll cost me about twenty thousand American dollars to polish it into a decent porn video but I think it'll be worth it. You and Ivan were fucking for over two hours!




Window 7



Helene said, "Think about whether you want to go back into your Window tonight or if you want to go home. You've had quite a workout but what do I know? It might have just whetted your appetite.

Take a minute to relax.

The rest of you girls, back to your windows or go home! This isn't a Metro station."

I sat alone for perhaps another twenty minutes when a client came to the reception area. He saw me through the door and asked me something which once again put me in the position of trying to decipher the indecipherable Dutch language. I indicated that he should wait and I would find Helene when he said, "Oh, you speak English?"

"Yes I do. How may I help you?"

"Well I just finished some time with Arlene and I was about to leave when it occurred to me that perhaps there might be some system in place where I might leave a favorable recommendation about her. She really was quite good."

"Well we always like to hear about satisfied clients and Helene particularly wants to know which of us contributes to that experience. I'll make a point to tell her what you said about Arlene."

Throughout the entire exchange I was amused by the battle raging within the client's psyche. He was trying so very hard to be polite and maintain eye contact but his eyes kept returning to their scan of my naked body.

My body won. He began "I had thought to go back to my hotel but it occurs to me now that I might continue to enjoy your establishment's hospitality a bit longer. Are you available right now?"

It was almost two A.M. before I made it home.

I heard the knocking at my door and knew it was Bill calling me to breakfast but I pretended to be asleep. I heard the door open behind me but still I kept my eyes closed hoping he'd take the hint and go away. He obviously didn't buy the 'sound asleep' bit since he started talking at my back. "That low pressure system which was supposed to roll in on us turned east in the night so it looks like we'll be having quite a nice day today."

I answered into my pillow, "And I care because..."

"because... I thought we'd shoot some photos today."

I still aimed my words at the down in my pillow. "Today?  you've got to be kidding! I don't feel right; maybe I'm coming down with something."

"Come on Em, you promised."

I didn't want to argue. "Okay Bill, take all the pictures you want... as long as I don't have to move a muscle."

The next thing I knew my bedding had been thrown to the floor and as I lay there naked Bill was running back and forth with strobes and other lighting equipment. I might have dozed off, maybe not, but I discovered that I was counting the shutter clicks occurring behind me.

My face was still buried in my pillow but I managed to mumble, "Far be it for me to tell the photographer his trade but does the world really need fifty-eight... fifty-nine... sixty pictures of my bare bottom?"

Click... click... "Actually I've moved on to the sole of your left foot. How often do you treat yourself to pedicures?"

Ouch! He'd inadvertently hit upon one of my few personal extravagances. "Thursdays, always on Thursdays."

The clicking stopped. "You get a pedicure every week?"

"Not quite that often. Umm, that often, hands and feet; I get both mani and pedi touchups every other week; ten nail jobs. What's so special about my left foot?"

"Nothing really but a guy's got to make do with what he's got. I thought about rolling you over and taking shots of your tits and pussy but it looked like you had dozed off and I didn't want to wake you. Besides, with you just laying there these aren't really very good shots and you cheated me from being able to get any good ones last night."

I rolled over. "Last night?" For the first time I became aware of the distinctive herringbone pattern in Bill's slacks. "Mr. Fedora?"

"I made Helene promise not to tell you. From the moment the lights went on in Window 7 until I realized that you wouldn't be on display for very long my immediate concern was to be first in line to your room. I just wasn't fast enough I guess. I was willing to wait but as the hours stretched on I got tired."

Data was streaming into me at way too rapid a pace. "You wanted to pay to fuck me?"

Bill shook his head. "Not at first. After I figured out where you were going each night I got this idea for a photo series. It would start showing you in Window 7 and continue into one of the bedrooms. What I really wanted was to be both first and third in line for you. I'd shoot the same series of sexy shots in both hours and then the next day you and I could go through both sets of photos and look for differences between the virginal you and the prostitute you. I thought we might follow them up sometime later, after you'd mentally settled into the persona of being a whore, with yet another shoot and compare all three sets. Who knows, maybe we could line up the three versions of each shot and publish them all so the readers could make their own interpretations of changes in you."

"You said 'sometime later'. How much later? How long does it take for a girl's mind to turn into a whore's mind?"

Bill threw up his arms in frustration. "How the Hell should I know? A hundred days? A hundred fucks? Maybe you'll be able to tell me! How many men had you last night?"

"Four."

He then crossed the room and sat next to me. He was looking deeply into my eyes as his hand cupped my shaven pussy. He said, "Or maybe we all are whoever we'd become from childhood and all it takes is opportunity, the chance to explore some facet of ourselves that's always been there but just needed the proper setting, the proper milieu, to come out and play." He leaned in and kissed me; quite properly I thought.

As our lips separated with our eyes still locked on each other I raised my hands and gently held his face. I asked, "Bill would you please remove those too proper slacks and come to bed with me?"

He agreed.



The way the model finished the story to me she extended her student visa for one additional semester and continued working at The Quarter the entire time she was in Amsterdam. She was amused that her parents' insistence that she maintain a room in student housing had become the enabling factor for her one year foray into prostitution. All the late nights she spent on display in Window 7 were simply explained away as being nights spent in her dorm. She maintained 3.8 GPA and built up a substantial portfolio of investments. Her affair with her brother ended when she returned to UCLA and he's now living in Philadelphia and is expecting his first child. Emily was chosen by the expectant couple to be the baby's Godmother.



Window Dressing



Andrea was bored out of her mind. The summer job she took at the department store wasn't the exciting, fun-filled adventure the human resources woman made it out to be. But she needed the money, and because she had waited so late to look for work, all the cool jobs at the mall were taken. She really wanted to be at Chucky's Burgers in the food court, since both her best friend Jilly and her current crush Mark worked there. But being the lazy ass she was, all the positions were gone by the time she got around to filling out the application. Jilly was pissed, but at least they were both in the mall and could meet for lunch everyday.

Hanson's was the biggest store in the mall, and although Andrea hated the work, she did like the 15 percent discount that came with he job. All Jilly got were free burgers and shakes, which didn't do anything but make you fat and give you zits. 

They had made Andrea a "floater," someone who isn't assigned a regular department, but fills in to help whichever area is short of personnel. Most of her time was spent taking clothes out of the dressing rooms, hanging them up and putting them back on the racks. She was stunned at how sloppy women were, and felt more like a maid than a sales clerk. She was also amazed at the crap that was left behind in the dressing rooms. She had cleaned out half-eaten chicken nuggets, stained panties, dirty diapers, and just about anything else that could be imagined. What was more upsetting than anything else was getting her paycheck and seeing just how little she was making after working so hard.

"I think I'm gonna quit," complained Andrea to Jilly, as she dipped a French fry in ketchup and shoved it in her mouth while they ate lunch at the food court. "This is stupid. I'm nothing but a glorified janitor, and it sucks. If I wanted to pick up clothes all day, I'd start in my own room!"

"Andrea," sighed Jilly, "this is your third week on the job. It can't be all that bad."

"Easy for you to say," Andrea shrugged. "You get to be with Mark all day. I'm such a dope for not getting my application in early."

"Yeah, you are," smiled Jilly. "Maybe next summer. But for now you have to stick it out, since it's already July and there are zero jobs left in this crummy town."

"I know, I know. I guess I'm just going to have to find a way to make it work for me," Andrea devilishly grinned.

"What are you talking about, Andrea?" asked Jilly warily. 

"Well, because I spend so much time in the stockrooms, I've had a chance to do some exploring. I know where the cameras are in the ceiling, and I also think I know how to avoid them. I bet I can get a five-finger discount on some clothes, since my crappy paycheck is so small that even with the real discount, I can't buy all the stuff I thought I was going to."

"That's just dumb," Jilly said shaking her head. "If you get caught, you could go to jail!"

"I might be willing to share some things with you since we're the same size, so be nice. Shit!" Andrea said glancing at her watch. "It's almost one o'clock; I gotta get back. I'll let you know how it goes. Call ya later!" she shouted, as she sprinted toward the far end of the mall.

By 5:30, store traffic had slowed down. Most people were home eating dinner; it didn't get busy again until after 6:30, when those who don't have air conditioning at home escape to the mall to cool down. Andrea was back in the stockroom again. She had hidden a pair of $200 designer jeans under a stack of out-of-season sweaters that were slated for shipment to the outlet store. She checked the jeans once again, making sure the security tag she removed earlier was the only one, and then glanced up toward the ceiling, noting that the camera was not angled in her direction. She was sure the section she was in was out of view, and was feeling confident she could pull off the heist. In her eyes, Hanson's owed it to her for all her hard work but minimal pay.

Finally, at 9 p.m. when the store closed, Andrea went down to the employee area and grabbed her backpack, pretending to head out for the night.

"Night Robert," she smiled seductively at the security guard. She knew Robert liked her, especially since he never looked at her eyes, but stared at her tits when he watched her, which was quite often. As soon as her hands touched the exit door, she turned around with a panic look on her face.

"Shoot! My cell phone! I must have left it upstairs!" Before waiting for an answer, she ran past Robert and shouted, "I'll be right back!" Robert watched her, but didn't follow or ask her to leave her backpack. She really didn't give him much of a chance, but Andrea knew he wasn't going to harass her.

Andrea flew up the stopped escalator, ran to the storeroom, grabbed the jeans, and shoved them in her backpack. She made it downstairs in record time, and tossed a wave and a shout to Robert, holding up her cell phone to prove why she went back, as she sprinted through the exit doors. She practically ran to her car, and when she saw nobody was chasing her, she slowed a little and allowed herself to breath again. It was a gutsy move, but, Andrea thought to herself, it certainly made working at Hanson's a lot more fun that day!

When she got home, Andrea tried on the jeans and admired herself in the mirror. She looked hot. The jeans hugged her ass, and after checking her body from all angles, decided that Hanson's was a much better place to work than Chucky's.

"Guess what I did?" Andrea said to Jilly on the phone, as she rolled on her bed wearing only her new jeans.

"I don't want to know, do I?" Jilly replied. "Maybe I better come over. It's late, but I'll tell my dad you're having a hair emergency, and that I won't stay long. See ya in a few."

Since Jilly lived only three houses away, she was at Andrea's in a flash. "Oh my God, those are awesome! Weren't those the jeans we saw in Cosmo this month?" Jilly asked, diving for the magazine on the floor in Andrea's bedroom. "They are! And they're expensive! Girlfriend, you're crazy!" Jilly laughed.

"Wanna try them on?" said Andrea, unzipping her new favorite pair of pants. 

"Hell yah," Jilly shrieked, grabbing for them before Andrea even had them off. They fit perfectly on Jilly, and the two spent the next 15 minutes deciding who was going to wear them and when.

After Jilly left, Andrea was so pleased with herself and her boldness, she thought she'd go a step further and called Mark. She was surprised how talkative he was, and she even finagled a pizza date Saturday night, to which she was going to wear her new jeans.

Over the next week, Andrea took more things, mostly small items she could smuggle in her bra or down her pants. She took a great pair of Dior earrings, a small evening bag, an adorable—but thin—peasant top, and some new eyeshadow. Andrea realized she loved being a floater now; it gave what she called "sampling" a lot more variety! She almost had a complete outfit to wear on her date with Mark. Everything but the shoes, and she spent the next day trying to get scheduled into that department so she could pilfer that cute pair of Stuart Weitzman wedges in her backpack. She had shared everything with Jilly, and told her as soon as she had her date, Jilly could wear it all.

On Friday, Andrea was working in the Boy's department when Robert came up to her at the counter. She was wearing a too-tight T-shirt, and Robert often stopped by to ogle her, so Andrea wasn't concerned. 

"Miss Andrea," Robert nodded politely. "I need you to come with me. Security wants to speak with you."

"Security? What for?" Andrea's heart jumped in her throat.

"I don't know," replied Robert. "They just told me to come get you."

Andrea, trying to be calm, followed Robert up to the top floor. She was pretty sure the cameras couldn't have seen her take anything. Maybe someone else saw and ratted her out. Well, it would be her word against theirs, and she'd stick to her story.

Robert opened the door to security, and as soon as Andrea stepped inside, he closed it behind her. Andrea stood there alone with three big men she didn't know.

"Andrea Green, I'm Mr. Hollister. Please sit down," the biggest man in the room said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk. Andrea sat down, but kept quiet. "It has come to our attention that you have been stealing merchandise from the store."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Hollister. I just started working here. Why would I take anything? Did someone say they saw me or something?" Andrea squirmed in her seat.

It didn't go past the men that Andrea Green was a budding beauty. They let her sit there, suffering in silence for a few minutes while they checked out her oversized breasts, tiny waist, and wavy brown hair. Mr. Hollister secretly wondered if her hair was wavy all over.

"No, Miss Green, no one has said anything to us. But we do have you on videotape putting jeans in your backpack from the storeroom."

Andrea just sat there with her hands folded in her lap, her chin down. She couldn't bear to look at any of the men in this tiny office.

"It's our duty, Miss Green," said the youngest man in the room, who didn't bother introducing himself, "to call the police and have you arrested for shoplifting." He picked up the telephone receiver. "Even though you are 18, you will need to notify your parents, as well as secure the services of a lawyer. The penalty for shoplifting can include jail time, fines, and community service. Also, depending on the total amount stolen, you will either be booked on a misdemeanor or a felony charge, which carries a much more serious sentence."

When Andrea heard the word felony, she began to cry. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I've never done anything l-l-like this bef-f-ore," she sobbed. "Please don't turn me in to the police. I'll do anything. I don't want to go to jail," she cried louder.

The third man in the room took the phone out of the other one's hand and set it back down. "I can see you're upset, Miss Green, but you understand what you did was against the law." 

"I-I-I know I was stupid," sniffled Andrea. "I was ju-ju-just trying to impress this guy, and I couldn't afford the clothes on what I was m-m-making here."

"Mr. Hollister," said the third man, "I think Andrea is showing a fair amount of remorse for what she did. Perhaps we can find a solution to this problem without putting this offense on her record. What do you think?"

Andrea looked up. She wasn't sure she heard him correctly. Were they really considering not calling the cops? "Yes, I'm extremely sorry. I have never done this before, and I will never do it again; I promise," Andrea looked in the eyes of all three men with as much humility and sincerity she could muster at the moment.

"Well, Craig," responded Hollister. "I think you're right, she seems sorry. But Andrea, you know we just can't let you go. You must be punished somehow, as well as return everything you've stolen. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Andrea humbly replied. 

"Here." Craig handed her paper and a pen. "Write down everything you took, and how much it cost."

Andrea handed the list back to Craig, and remained quiet as he looked over the paper. "Looks as if the total was under $500, which is good for you," smiled Craig at Andrea. He passed the list to Hollister and the other man, who both looked at it thoroughly.

"This is a serious offense, Andrea. But you said you were willing to do anything to stay of out jail. Will you cooperate fully with whatever punishment we give you?" admonished Hollister.

"Yes, sir, anything," Andrea responded before thinking, but her mind began to wonder if she was going to have to do anything sexual with these men. She started to worry, since she had only had sex a few times, and was afraid she was going to get gang raped.

"Well, let me tell you what you are going to do," instructed Hollister. "Ever done any modeling?"

"No sir," Andrea replied.

"Well, you're about to get your first assignment, unpaid of course. You are going to be posing in the main storefront window as part of a display tomorrow, Saturday, to help advertise the kickoff to our big, semi-annual sale."

"No problem," grinned Andrea, relieved she wasn't going to have to suck three different cocks. She stood up to leave, thinking this was the easiest punishment she had ever received.

"Sit down," Craig practically yelled at her, which startled Andrea, and she returned to her seat. "There's more to it. You will be in that window, from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. on Saturday, with only three 15-minute breaks and a half hour mealtime. Oh yeah; there's one more thing," he grinned. "You will be completely naked."

"What??" shouted Andrea, jumping up. "Naked? I can't be naked! You can't do that! I can't do that. You guys are crazy!"

"Okay, well, we can understand if you don't want to." Hollister turned to the young man who hadn't said anything yet. "Go ahead and call the police, Frank."

"No, wait!" said Andrea. "Give me a minute to think here."

"Not much to think about Miss Green," said Craig. 

Andrea realized she was trapped. She didn't want to go to prison, but didn't want to stand in a store window all day naked. It would be totally embarrassing, but it had to be better than going to prison.

"Fine, I'll do it," Andrea conceded angrily. 

"Great!" Mr. Hollister stood. "Go home now; your shift is over. Be here by 8:00 a.m.; they're going to put some makeup on your face. Put your hair in a ponytail, and they will style it when you get here. Oh, one last thing," said Hollister, as he opened the door for Andrea to leave. "Be sure all body parts are cleaned and shaved," he grinned.

Andrea was mortified. As soon as she left the store, she rushed over to Chucky's to tell Jilly what was going on.

"Shit," said Jilly wide-eyed when she heard Andrea's story. "I told you not to steal! Look what happened! Are you really gonna do it?"

"I have to," Andrea sighed. "I don't want to go to jail; that's for sure."

"Well, you better tell Mark you can't have pizza with him tomorrow."

"I can't break that date," whined Andrea. "I'll just tell him I have to work late, and we'll go after I get outta that window."

"What if someone you know sees you? That sale is one of Hanson's biggest. You're parents are going to freak!" screamed Jilly.

"I'll just tell them it's art, and I'm 18, and, and, shit, I don't know. I'll just deal with it if they find out," Andrea said. "Don't tell anyone, okay, Jilly? Promise me."

"Oh I won't," laughed Jilly, "but I'm sure everyone will know tomorrow! I'll come over to see it after I finish work. Wouldn't miss it for the world! I might even take pictures!"

"You do, and I'll tell them you were going to wear the clothes, too," warned Andrea.

"Okay, okay, Now leave, I gotta get back to work," replied Jilly. "Say, there's Mark. Wanna say hello to him?" Jilly grinned at Andrea.

"No! I'm going home. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight."

Andrea correctly predicted she wasn't going to sleep. She got up at six and took a long, hot shower, shaving her pits, legs, and trimming her stupid heart-shaped pubic hairs that she originally did in anticipation of showing Mark, but now the world was going to as well.

At 8:00 sharp she was in the back employee area, where she saw Mr. Hollister and Craig, along with two window dressers, a makeup girl, and a hair stylist.

Well, at least I'll look good, thought Andrea. She got undressed and put on a robe, so she wouldn't get makeup on her clothes. Unfortunately, she didn't bother to ask what the theme was for the window treatment. Since she had no mirror, she couldn't see what they were doing to her face and hair. When they were done, the window dressers led her to the front window, and told her how to pose, both hands on her hips, her face in a panicked look. That was when Andrea caught a glimpse of herself in the window reflection. Her hair was sprayed like some kind of wild deranged homeless person, but at least her makeup looked okay, if a bit heavy. The window had paper on the outside, so no one could see yet what was going on inside. Hanson's always did something unique for their windows on the first big Saturday of the sale, kind of like Macy's windows at Christmas time. She could hear people outside the window, waiting the 15 minutes before the paper was removed and the store opened. 

"Take off the robe, Andrea," said Mr. Hollister.

Reluctantly, she removed it, and handed it to him. The air conditioning was on, and her nipples were hard. She hoped some summer heat would come through the window and keep her somewhat warm, so she wasn't totally humiliated, although she didn't know what else they could do to her to make it any worse.

Mr. Hollister sent the rest of the team back to the employee area to clean up. He wanted a private word with Andrea.

"I expect you to do a good job here today, Andrea. If you try to turn your back to the window, or cover yourself up, I will personally see to it that you'll be spending time in prison, and the ladies there will know exactly what to do with that tight body of yours." Hollister moved closer to Andrea, close enough to feel her tits against his shirt, and brush his hands on her mound. 

Andrea flinched a bit, but was way too scared to move. She felt Mr. Hollister's breath on her neck, and was almost grateful there were only a few minutes left before the store opened. She knew he wanted to do more to her, but that was the last thing she wanted. 

"Good luck," Hollister said, pinching one of Andrea's nipples before he left the window and closed up the back wall. 

Before she could think, she heard the paper ripping off the window, and she got in the pose they told her to assume. "Just 11 hours. I can do this," she said defiantly to herself. 

Andrea expected the crowd to gasp and point, but the one thing she never expected was laughter. Yet the crowd was roaring. She wanted to die, but she couldn't move. Why were they laughing? Out of the corner of her eye, she could see people pointing in the window, but it wasn't at her. It was the display. From the outside, this is what everyone saw: There was an armoire on the far side of the display, open, with hangers, but no clothes. The big sign above Andrea read: "Nothing to Wear? Come to Hanson's Semi-Annual Sale!" 

Andrea was relieved they weren't laughing at her body, but was still miserable since she could spot a few of her schoolmates staring at her. Through the glass, she could hear them mention her name, and saw some of them get on their cell phones, she assumed to call everyone else to come look. Thank goodness school was out for the summer, so she wouldn't have to face them all on Monday.

The air was blowing almost directly on her breasts, and her nipples were sticking out like big Tic Tacs. She saw Mr. Hollister outside the window, checking up on her, as she assumed he'd be doing all day. Her first 15-minute break wasn't until noon, so for the next three hours, Andrea stood there while people stared. She saw the mothers and fathers of friends watch her, as well as some of her teachers, and even the coach, who she always thought was a pervert. She saw him lick his lips as he stared at her. He stood in front of the window for almost an hour, as if he were memorizing every inch of her body. Gross. Andrea wanted to puke.

By the time she got her dinner break at 6 p.m., she was in major pain. Her nipples were sore from being erect all day, and as she sat in her robe and wolfed down a sandwich and chips, she rubbed them, along with her sore feet and tired arms.

At 6:25, Mr. Hollister came into the break room. Andrea looked around for any other employees; unfortunately they were alone. 

"Andrea, you have five minutes before you go back in the window. I have to admit you're doing a great job. Less than three hours to go. How are you holding out?" asked Hollister, taking the chair next to Andrea.




Window Dressing



"I'm tired, but I'll get through it," Andrea said, not wanting to look at him.

"That's a good girl. You've been holding your position; I've been checking. But your nipples must be sore from the cold. Open your robe and I'll rub them for you."

"No thanks, Mr. Hollister; they're fine," Andrea said, grabbing her robe tighter around her chest.

"Andrea, remember; I am in control here for the next few hours, not you. Now open up your robe."

Andrea did as she was told, and sat there motionless while Mr. Hollister rubbed his big hands on her tits and over her super-sensitive nipples. Andrea began to get wet between her legs, and out of habit started to spread them a bit before realizing what she was doing. 

Hollister's hand moved down between her thighs. 

"It's 6:30 Mr. Hollister. I have to get back in the window now," Andrea quietly reminded him.

"Since I'm calling the shots, how would you like 15 more minutes of rest?" he asked.

"That would be great, thanks," relaxed Andrea.

"No problem, just open your legs for me, and you can sit there and relax."

This was it, thought Andrea. He has been dying to touch me, and this is how he's doing it. Blackmail was such an ugly thing, but for 15 more minutes of rest, she was going to put up with it. Andrea spread her legs, and Hollister slid his finger along her outer lips. He felt the moistness, and had an instant erection in his pants. He knew he couldn't risk doing anything other than fingering this young hottie, but maybe later he could do more. He looked up at Andrea; her eyes were closed, but her legs were still apart. He pushed her pussy lips aside and explored deeper with his fingers, rubbing her clit with his thumb, while his fingers poked inside her. 

Andrea didn't want to enjoy this, but couldn't help it. An orgasm would relax her enough to stand for a few more hours. She just kept her eyes closed, pretending Hollister was Mark. 

After a few more minutes of rubbing her, Hollister couldn't take anymore. He dropped to his knees and began licking her pussy until she came. Damn, she tasted sweet. He was already planning how he was going to get her again, but next time fuck her hard. He knew he couldn't take much longer, since most of the employees took their last breaks at 7 p.m.

Andrea couldn't believe she came so fast, and when she finally opened her eyes, the extra 15 minutes had passed. She tried to clean herself up with the robe, but was only mildly successful. It was time to go back in the window, but after the long day, and the rocking orgasm, she could do two more hours easily.

Once back in the window, Andrea caught a glimpse of Jilly, who was staring at her with her mouth open. She must have just finished her shift, since she was still in uniform. Next to Jilly stood Mark, and if Jilly looked surprised, Mark was stunned. At the same time all this was happening, Andrea felt some of her juices run down her leg, which did not go unnoticed by anyone looking in the window. Andrea began to cry, believing this was the worst thing that ever happened to her. And it was all her fault. She was a stupid, greedy girl who was paying for a crime in the worst possible way. After seeing Mark's face, Andrea felt that she would have been better off taking her chances with a judge. Mark walked away shaking his head, and when Andrea looked at Jilly, she just shrugged and turned away. The only saving grace was that her parents didn't see her. But she was sure it would get back to them sooner or later. There were too many people who saw her today that knew them.

At 9 p.m., the store closed. Andrea put on her robe, ran to the employee room and got dressed. She ran out of Hanson's department store, and drove home as fast as she could. Her parents weren't home, thank goodness. She knew she'd have to deal with that tomorrow. Andrea took a long, hot shower then went to bed. 

There was no way she would go back to Hanson's ever again.



Window Encounter



My name is Leah, your ordinary high school girl. I’ve had this crush on my super hot neighbour, Michael for what seems like forever but too shy to act on it. He is a year older and we are friends but that’s it. I have had a few boyfriends but none of them stayed too long, ‘cos eventually they wanted to do it and, insanely, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing my virginity to anybody else but Michael.

Never thought it was him who would take it indeed...

I CAN’T wait... I can’t wait...

My heart was pounding hard as I raced to my room, pre-cum dripping hotly already from between my legs... God, I’m a sex maniac...

But I couldn’t help it... I needed to touch myself badly after seeing Michael half naked, falling asleep without a care in the world, right there on his back yard.

I was only gazing around mindlessly, caught the sight of him and before I knew it I was day-dreaming for almost 20 minutes!

He had gotten up quite suddenly and I, scared that I’d been caught peeping, quickly raced off the balcony into my room.

Goodness, he had the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen!

I thought with him going off to college and I becoming a senior, I would gradually get over him and my... curious obsession but, boy, did he come back hotter than he was before! Maybe it’s something college did to you, I don’t know.

I took off my T-shirt and removed my short, revealing a laced bra and a matching bikini panties, both in black, contrasting my milky white skin... I was tugging with the hook of my bra as I closed my eyes, thinking of Michael’s muscular body...

He had been lying there, no T-shirt, wearing only a tight cut-off, button unfastened... he had the sexiest waist and with only his hips holding the cut-off on, my mind instantly flew to the thought of pulling the denim off his legs... 

Once in his sleep, he threw his hands up over his head, stretching that gorgeous frame and down came the cut-off, straining against his hip... and I had waited breathlessly, hoping somehow the zipper would pop open...

Oh, god... My hand ran across my neck toward the back of my head as my frustration built on... what is wrong with this bra...? Finally I yanked the straps impatiently and simply pulled them off...

The breeze coming from the open window seemed like a gentle caress on my exposed breast and I sat on my bed, running my eager hands on my tits, pinching at the hardened nipples...

Soon, hands became unsatisfactory and I visualised Michael’s red, wet mouth closing on my nipple... Moaning softly, I leaned against the headboard; spread my legs, squeezing my breast like mad...

Another hand strayed down toward my drenched panties and started yanking it off my body... I liked wearing sexy undies, though there wasn’t anyone to show them off to yet, and this pair was no different... it was a bikini, laced alluringly and as tight as second skin... With my other hand busy playing with my tits, it took a long time removing the little clothes off my crotch...

Especially when I was distracted with the fantasy of Michael’s warm, strong hand pulling it off me...

“Let me help you with that.”

I shrieked and sat up immediately. My eyes almost popped out when I saw it was him. It was Michael, standing right there in my room...

...his cut-off hanging loosely on his muscular thighs, his hand cradling his engorged cock!

I was fascinated with the sight that I couldn’t talk at all. My eyes glued at his massive organ, long and thick, about 9 inches and as fat as any vibrator I’ve ever seen...

“How... how did you...”

He grinned lazily and nodded toward the window. “I was watching you at first.”

I swallowed, “Watching me?”

“Yeah, then I decided to join in,” he whispered hoarsely as he climbed into bed, demonstrating the words.

“No, Michael – ” the red, wet, sexy mouth closed on mine lustfully and I fell into bed, helpless under his weight. I’d had boyfriends Frenched me before but naked in bed with Michael... it was all mighty different! He caught my hands when I squirmed over the sensation and pinned my wrists high over my head. Furthermore, he used his strong chest to arrest me under him and I moaned into his mouth as he crushed my hardened tits...

He relieved me from the frenzy kiss and I was trying, weakly, to again say no when without warning the hot mouth sucked on my nipple and I gasped, arching my back highly.

Michael chuckled mildly and pushed his cut-off down, getting rid of it before he carried on. He licked, nibbled, bit softly... taking as much flesh as he could before sucking on... I threw my head far back and gasped again as he seized the chance to push my legs apart, holding them in place with his knees.

The suckling kept me from sitting up, something I tried desperately when I felt his fingers pushing the crotch of my panties aside. I was very wet down there and Michael groaned when he rubbed at my slit up and down.

It felt so good I was momentarily lost in ecstasy. Michael continued milking my breast while his hand rubbed my pussy as I lied breathless and intoxicated... but soon, the noisy, splashy sound of my juice hit me back into reality and I freaked out.

“Michael – we can’t...”

He groaned and tried pushing me back into bed but I was panic then... Half naked in bed with your hot neighbour ready to fuck you! It was huge for a virgin like me.

Finally, he lost patience and, back into aggressor mode, he weighed me down with his heavy frame, kissing me silent as his trembling hands yanked my panties off me.

Then, once again, he spreadt me and pushed his big cock right before my entrance. 

“I want you,” he whispered. “And I want you now.”

With that, he took hold of both my wrists, again pinned them high over my head and rammed his cock in.

“Ohhh... nggghhh... Michael – ”

“God, you’re fucking tight...” he cursed over my moans. Mercilessly, he slammed into me deeper and broke me.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, stopping dead on his track.

My eyes were closed tightly, They didn’t exaggerate when they said it hurt! 

I opened my eyes and caught the sight of him. Michael, my gorgeous crush, wet and taut with lust; his face slightly pale with guilt... lying right on top of me, his big, thick cock inside my cunt... 

“Oh...” I closed my eyes again, wanting to absorb the sensation fully... unintentionally contracting my vaginal muscles and squeezed his cock tightly.

“Fucking hell!” he screamed loudly and immediately started screwing me. I bit my lips as the huge monster barged in and out my tight hole, Michael’s hands holding me still as he shoved his hard tool into me over and over and over and over...

He pounded into me a full minute before I came, the most satisfying climax I’d ever had. His fucking made the sexiest, dirty squashy sound as my cum poured out in abundance...

I came back to earth finding Michael still at it, grinning his lazy grin at me as he hammered on into me, his cock hard as ever, stretching my pussy to the utmost...

Michael was half-sitting now and both his hands were on my ass’ cheeks, spreading them wide as he continued thrusting himself into me. Both hands weren’t very still and soon I found myself breathlessly trying to take all the sensations as it felt like he was assaulting me from every angle...

My pre-cum gushed out in flows as he played with my asshole, rubbing it on while his cock forced nonstop into my soaked cunt...

“Ngghhh... Michael, Michael!”

“You gonna cum again, babe?” he asked in a low, breathless voice. “Cum for me, Leah, pour your honey all over my cock...”

Saying so, he inserted his finger into my asshole and I exploded.

“OOOHHH... Gawwwd...” His cock attacked me still and impaled on the other hole, every squirm I made threw me higher with ecstasy. I rocked on with the climax and when I came down, Michael groaned heavily and I felt hot, steaming liquid shot into my pussy, spraying all over my hole and flooded down the bed.

We lied still for what I thought was half an hour before he finally blurted out, “Man, you’re sizzling hot for a virgin.”

My face burning, I slapped his hand weakly.

“You...! You stole into my room and... and...”

“And I fucked you. Screwed you, did you and did you good,” he smiled his lopsided grin again. 

Climbing slowly back on top of me, he started licking my neck, knowing I wasn’t used to it, not at all...

I squirmed and moaned breathlessly. “God, I love your sexy little sounds...” Michael stuck his tongue far out and danced down the length of my sensitive neck.

I squirmed some more and his hands instantly flew down my breast and ass as he pushed his body closer against me.

“Goddammit...” he mumbled. “You shouldn’t take off your clothes with your window open... Don’t you know that?”

“W-what?”

“Have you forgotten our windows face each other directly?” Michael nibbled at my shoulder as I hung tight on his. “Don’t tell me you don’t know I watch you everyday anytime I want – and let me tell you, ‘anytime I want’ was most of time... 

“And today, I’ve got the biggest surprise...”

Feedbacks and votes are mightily welcome and I'd also like to say thanks to snowtiger69 and whisky7up for the encouragements. I'd wanted to respond but it's hard to navigate around here!



Window Fun



Dave walked in to the kitchen of our apartment, the front of a house now split into three places. I was doing dishes as he got between me and the sink puting his arms around me. He took advantage of my wet hands by grabbing and playing with my tits then reaching down my pants and fondling my ass. As I leaned in for more he lowered my pants down and played more. After a few minutes he stopped and said "stay that way" he needed to take a fast shower.

As he left me there pants around my knees he walked away saying "did you know if it's dark out and our lights are on you get a great view from the street?" He laughed and left. I stayed put washing the dishes. "Didn't you hear me?" he asked several minutes later returning to my still exposed ass.

"Yes, I did". From, then on anytime we were home alone at night he'd get me naked with lights on blinds open, door open, out on the porch- it was a whole new dimension we both loved, though I was the one getting seen. We know for a fact we had several steady lookers and we loved to give them a show.

We'd get so hot thinking of ways to show off we'd be starting in the car. One night after a drive in I was naked from the waist down but about to cover up Dave took my pants and panties and tossed them in the back seat saying why bother. We drove home and parked on the side of the house I got out and walked to the door and got in quick. He followed turning lights on. "Theres a car parked across the street with some guys in it, I think they were waiting for us" He took me on the porch my back to the door and lifted my shirt up bending me over a chair he started to play in both holes fingering me, we saw a light in ther car as if someone lit a cigarette but the car stayed. We put on a show for a while but then got too horny to just stay there. We closed the door waved in their direction and headed to the bedroom, as we fell into bed we heard the car start up and go.



Window Guy



Daylight roused them slowly, the sun streaming in the window directly behind the bed. He rolled over towards her, warm, cozy, blankets deliciously tangled in his legs. She smiled at him, looking at his dark hair pointing every which way. She tussled his hair, running her fingers through them. 

She gazed at him, thinking in wonderment - he a couple years out of college, 6 years older than her son, but 18 years younger than her. She enjoyed his trim, youthful body, and he paid her back by being her perfectly matched lover. Their bodies fit well together, their proportions perfect, empathetic to a fault, both able to read the other accurately only weeks after meeting. She loved him through and through, unable to think of the day that he'd find someone his own age, in the same life stage as him, childless but wanting one. That inevitability pierced her torso, and her smile faded.

He drew her towards him, breaking her thought, his hands gently holding her neck, her auburn hair covering his fingers. They kissed a "cheek kiss", turning away from each other, careful not to breath, smiling as they tried to spare the other their morning breath. Morning, he smiled, then frowned. You okay?, he asked, peering into her eyes. Fine, she replied, truthfully, for she'd put those other thoughts aside. I don't believe you, he said, but I have to go pee. 

He flashed that grin that melted her heart and sprang up, throwing the covers aside. I'll be right back, he said, and started towards the bathroom. He turned, flexing like a body builder, arms curved, his leg bent, his face turning red as he tensed, a slim caricature of the big weightlifter types. She couldn't help but laugh, and he smiled, happy, in his little triumph. He turned and rushed to the bathroom. She listened to him, and when he finished, she got up to join him. A few seconds later she appeared next to him, smiling, her toothbrush hiding her teeth. They brushed, making faces at each other, then rinsed, side by side, and he went back while she took her nature's break. She ran back to the bed, jumping onto him, letting the bed bounce them to stillness. 

The sudden activity, after a long sleep, forced them to catch their breath. She moved around a bit, rubbing her breasts against his chest, kissing him, kissing his neck, lips brushing his ears. I think you're okay, he giggled, uh, you seem fine to me. She laughed, a playful slap on his shoulder. He jumped up, surprising her, standing on the bed. Grrrr! he growled, his arms high overhead, then he jumped, pouncing on her, careful to land on his arms and legs and not her body. Again, their bodies bounced, just a bit more than before. 

They laughed, and he buried his face in her neck, growling, nipping her with his teeth. She squealed and pushed him away. He paused, panting a bit. I think Big Foot is tired now, he declared. But I have a feeling he'll need to procreate, he said, grinning. Oh, is that so, she asked. Well you know, it's important to keep the species alive, and you know, if he is this tired, he might get killed by a tiger or something tomorrow. So procreation is pretty important to him right now, he concluded. She rolled her eyes. God, I can't believe I listen to this, she smiled.

He lay on top of her, holding her, kissing her to quiet her down. She kissed back hungrily, slithering down, lining up his hard penis to her lips. Her trim 5'3" body enjoyed feeling him deep inside of her, and for some reason, she enjoyed her orgasms with him inside of her the most. He lined up at her entrance and entered her, a little dry, but, like normal, her juices quickly lubricated their lovemaking. She sucked in her breath as he pressed into her; she started to move with him. 

For the longest time, he had always felt like the guy always got the better deal when it came to sex - a woman's orgasm seemed so tame to his. But when he met her, it changed. For the first time, he felt like she got more out of it, and this both puzzled and amazed him. This morning was just a confirmation of that initial experience. At first, her movements weren't too frantic, just a natural seconding of his thrusting. But as she got more and more turned on, she'd start to force the pace, dictating it. Her breathing would get ragged, and she'd close her eyes, scrunching in concentration as she bathed in the sensation. Her hands would clench into little fists, pressing down beside her, then relaxing, pausing for the next wave of pleasure. 

He watched her, almost just along for the ride. Her wetness, now abundant, lubricated their junction, and she eased up, pulling her knees up, her legs spread. His youthful body, wanting desperately to meld with her, accelerated, his hips alternating thrusting with deep pauses inside of her.

He pulled her up, his 5'7" body strong enough to move her around like a doll, positioning her to his desires. But after a few positions, he just wanted to be close to her, and reverted to just holding her tight to him. His biggest dilemma, it seemed, was whether he should cross his arms behind her or to hold her with his forearms parallel to each other. Or, sometimes, his hands under her rear end, he'd just pull her hips into his, burying himself as deep as possible inside of her. And this morning, this is what he wanted, to become one with her. He looked up and noticed the clock, its red letters displaying 9:47. An vague thought crossed his mind, but he quickly returned to the scene in front of him - he quickly forgot about it. 

He moved side to side, then in and out, then paused. She smiled at him. Having fun?, she asked, giggling. Ha. Ha. Ha. he replied, breaking into giggles. His expression changed, anxiety flashing. Wait, he said, don't laugh, you're pushing me out. She burst out laughing, and sure enough, her powerful muscles started forcing him out. He grabbed her hips hard, squeezing with his fingers, and thrust as hard as he could. He could feel her the tip of her IUD poking the head of his penis. How ironic, he thought, every time I'm close, I'm large enough to hit her IUD, and it hurts! But he thrust on, slamming into her, enjoying the combination of agression and sexuality. She, too, enjoyed it, allowing him to do what he wanted with her body.

Then suddenly, the doorbell rang. He looked at her, panicked. Are you expecting anyone? he asked, frantic. No, she said, searching her mind. Oh shit, the window guy. He's supposed to do the windows this morning at 10! Um, you can't cancel, can you?, he asked. No, but give me a second, she replied. She sprang into action, grabbing a robe, running to the door, opening it, then turning, shushing him, telling him not to move. She closed the door and went downstairs. He heard the murmuring of some talking, and he started wondering what he'd do. All his clothes were downstairs in his duffle bag, and he couldn't simply walk downstairs. He thought about it and realized there was only one thing to do, so he did. He pulled the covers over him and closed his eyes. If necessary, he could hide here, like a kid, under the blankets, just pretending to be an unmade bed.

Before he got too carried away with that thought, she came back upstairs and started running the shower. He could still hear the guy downstairs, whistling as he did whatever he did. She came in, a mischievous look on her face. C'mon, she said, get up. When's he going to leave, he asked, a little worried. Well, he's going to have to do the upstairs windows eventually, but I told him to do the downstairs ones first. I told I was going to take a shower, so c'mon, let's get into the shower. 

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom, her finger to her lips, quieting him. Laughing quietly, he followed her lead, tip-toeing to the bathroom, even dashing across the top of the stairs after a peek to make sure the coast was clear. He almost tripped over his dufflebag. He looked up, questioning, and looking back, she whispered, I brought it up for you, you don't have anything up here to wear. She's always thinking, he thought, shaking his head imperceptibly.

They got in the shower, letting the water soak them, taking turns under the stream of water. They soaped each other, the thick lather everywhere, the steam obscuring their vision. Her hand found his penis and started to caress it. He quivered, sensitive even normally, and now, having been so close, even more so. He ran his hand between her legs, rubbing her labia, then stroking her ass, fingering it. Her hand stopped, her eyes closed, and she sighed. Gotcha, he said, taking his hand away. You bastard, she said, laughing. What do you want, she asked. Turn around, he said. She did, and leaned over, bracing her hands against the shower wall. He carefully angled into her, then started thrusting, but the water was hitting him directly in front. Wait, turn around, he asked, and she did. 

He got back inside of her, standing to one side so the water would sooth her back, and he started to thrust into her cunt. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her tightly, hips moving, clenching his teeth. He wasn't the only one back in the rhythm - her breath came out in gasps with each thrust, and he felt himself close again. He dropped one hand down and found her labia, her clit, and started to stroke her. She started to gasp but he stopped, leaning over her. 

Quietly, he whispered in her ear, water streaming by. Can I, he questioned. Yes, yes, she understood, put it in. He straightened up and withdrew, then angled his cock up just a bit. The tighter entryway looked inviting, and he started pressing his overly hard cock into it. He watched the head of his penis start to penetrate her ass, then it dropped in. She gasped, pushing back, and he slid into her, a flash of worry for her. But she pressed back hard and buried him to the hilt right away, groaning just a bit. They paused. I know why Big Foot is so rare, he said. What?, she turned. 

He impregnates the wrong hole. Oh, jeepers, she groaned, quickly stopping as he started to thrust, pressing downward as he moved, letting the bottom of his cock rub the thin wall between her vagina and her ass. She started breathing harder, her head down in concentration, her arms stretched out. He'd grab her hips, thrust hard a few times, then grab the front of her thighs, then the backs of her cheeks, moving his hands around, the whole time buried deep inside of her. His legs were fatiguing, but he could feel her breathing getting ragged and he rallied, pumping his cock in and out of her.

Her ass started to loosen just a bit, and he could move quicker now, freer. She was breathing quite hard, and there were gaps in her breathing as she tensed, her face reddening, pausing, only to keep breathing. It turned him on immeasurably to see her so excited, and he hovered on the edge of his orgasm, pausing whenever he got super close. Then he'd start again. The water drummed both into his back, on one side, and her back, and he could see her hair hanging past her head, dripping water. Their hips slapped together, loudly sometimes, and he hoped the water would obscure the sounds before they reached downstairs. 

He reached down, spreading her thighs, pulling on them, then, placing his fingers just to the outside of her lips, he spread her open, planting his index fingers in her, spreading her even wider. He drew his fingers up and out, towards her clit, and she tensed. She gasped, putting her hand on top of his. His fingers penetrated her, and he pressed against his penis through the fleshy wall separating the two penetrating digits. He moved his fingers away, eliciting a small cry from her. 

He straightened up, grabbing her hair, her shoulders, moving his hands, settling finally on her hips. He started to thrust harder and harder, deep in her ass, and he started to arch back, the water now showering his head, the water flowing down his chest, over his nipples, and down past his stomach. It was the sensation over his nipples that put him over the edge, and he started his final effort, thrusting quickly, his eyes closed. 

He could feel her fingers, fluttering over her clit, rubbing frantically, and then that deep pelvic tension washed over him, his whole body going rigid, his hands wrenching her hips into his, his cock buried to the hilt. Then, as he started to melt, his insides just aching to be release, he felt the familiar "squeeze-squeeze-squeeze" as she came, her ass clenching his cock. She moaned in release, and then, before she could finish, he started to cum deep inside of her, holding the tension inside, not breathing. Then the white hot spurts, one following another, delicious tension building between each one, only to be released deep inside of her. 

He gasped, his chest heaving, and he leaned forward, using her to hold himself up. Oh my God, he breathed, panting on her back. You enjoy that, she asked, a smile across her face. She kissed him. Boy, you really needed that, she observed. He just wanted to lay down, and he started to slide off to one side, holding himself up with his arms. She giggled under him. Stop! he warned, but it was too late and she ejected his softening penis. 

Wash up, she said, straightening up, reaching for soap. I wonder if he heard, he asked. Um, well, first we better get out of here, he's going to wonder why I've taken such a long shower. They stood close to one another, each washing the other's sensitive skin, erasing signs of their lovemaking. Only her swollen labia and reddened skin betrayed her body, but wrapping a towel around her breasts, they disappeared from view.

They got out, sneaking back to the bedroom, and they dressed. She merely threw a robe on, a towel wrapped around her head. He dressed in his jeans and t-shirt, trying to dry his hair as best he could with the towel, failing miserably. She went downstairs and steered the window man off to the right, towards the living room window that "needed special attention". He quickly descended the stairs and went left, plopping into the couch in front of the TV. He turned it on, sat back, and tried to look like he belonged. She came in the other way, having circled the first floor. The window man walked in behind her, looked up, and stopped in surprise. His jaw dropped, his eyes round, seeing but not quite comprehending the whole scene. 

Oh, she said, this is my friend, and introduced them. The window man's jaw never quite closed, and he quietly looked from one to the other. He mumbled a greeting and trundled off to do the upstairs, looking back a final time before he went up the stairs. They burst out in school children giggles. He knows, he said. She looked at him with a gleam in her eye. So? she asked, smiling. You want breakfast?



Window Lady



The rain is pouring outside like mad. The street is empty of walking pedestrians except for moving automobiles. Claps of thunder echo across the dark underbelly of the sky. It’s been pouring like this since the new week began. 

It is past eight in the evening. Soft music is coming off the little radio by the head of my bed but my mind is barely hearing it. I am at my usual position by my bedroom window with a tall glass of Johnny Walker in my hand waiting for her to arrive. A month has almost gone by since I started watching her, through this same window, of course. I don’t even bother going out on a lonely female hunting night with my work pals anymore. What the hell, I doubt if they’d understand why. 

Already my body nerves are up and wired. You’d think I’m under the influence of a narcotic if you see me right now, but it’s not like that – I don’t even drink much and I’ve always been scared of a needle – but anytime I see that lady doing her thing …

She lives in the twin apartment complex across the street from mine. 

It is a three-storey cream-coloured building and we both live on the top floor (the top floor with a best view, as the Building Manager calls it) with our room facing each other. Well-trimmed elm trees like transit soldiers on leave stand in front of the sidewalk of both buildings with their branches nearly over-shrouding the road, giving the avenue a sort of distinguished aplomb. Though the rent is staggering, but I still love the place. I sip my drink and continue to wait.

Several cars have long driven past and some have stopped in front of the building but neither of them carried the lady I seek. For a second I begin to contemplate failure: perhaps she isn’t coming back this night … or maybe she already has sneaked into the building without me noticing. Still her room is dark; there is no one there, I’m sure of it. I continue my watch. 

A car has just stopped father down the street. A taxicab. I can’t see the person coming down from it because of the beam of its bright lights, but I’m very much patient. Once more my heart begins to beat when my eyes fall on a pair of red high-hilled sandals partly covered by a yellow rain slicker jacket. The taxi soon moves further down the street away from the avenue, and then I get a good picture of the visitor.

It’s her! 

I can barely control my happiness; feverish excitement courses all through my veins. It is really she. Her hair is hidden beneath the hood of the rain slicker and though I can barely make out her face from over here, I can still very much tell that it is her. 

I watch her look down both sides of the street before she walks hurriedly towards her building’s entrance. Her handbag, also a matching colour as her sandals hangs across her right shoulder. She says something to the young man outside manning the door entrance (probably wishing him goodnight) and pushes through the revolving glass doors and enters the warmth of the building away from the annoying rain.

I quickly gulp down the last of my drink and hurry over to the small bar in the sitting room to get a refill. I’m so excited I have trouble steadying my hands. I succeed in spilling part of the drink on the carpet before going back into the room. 

I switch off the bedroom lights and go back to my former position by the window. Not more than two minutes have gone since I left the room, for that I am glad. I don’t want to miss seeing her entrance. I sip my drink, feeling the liquor swirl in my mouth before sinking down into my throat. Intoxicated I now am. But is it from the drink or from the rising anticipation of waiting for the lady, I don’t know.

A few minutes pass by before I notice a thin appearance of light appear by the edge of the lady’s door and continue to widen till her dark silhouette shape stands between the room and the passageway behind her from where the light comes from. She closes the door behind her and switches on the lights (for the hundredth time I’m glad she never draws her curtains before leaving) and goes into her room to switch on the lights there as well.

I watch her stand beside her bed – just like before – and take off her rain slicker and the rest of her dress. She is nimble and delicate like a nun taking off her habit. She’s wearing lacy lingerie inside. Black and sexy – it matches entirely with her sultry figure. My eyes are as wide and sharp as an owl as I watch her raise her leg on the edge of the bed and unclasp her knee-high stocking. I watch as she unrolls it down her thigh till it comes off her feet. She does the same to the other one as well before taking off the entire lingerie outfit.

My glass of wine is already empty and I throw it behind my back and hear it smash on the floor, but I don’t pay it any attention. My eyes and all my thoughts are absolutely fixed on the beauty across the street from me. I already have an erection. I lick my lips continuously while I lean forward at my window.

I watch her stand in the middle of her room totally naked. She places her arms akimbo and flexes her body around while she glances behind herself at a tall mirror by the wall. She loosens her hair; my eyes follow it as it falls like water behind her back. She swings it back and forth while she continues to admire herself and starts up a slow dance. My erection is getting to breaking point and I gently begin to stroke it. I begin to imagine a hundred ways of making love to her, if only I can reach out and call her …

She does a few ballet-like steps at the same time runs her hands like a sultry gypsy dancer from her hair down to her neck over her ample size breasts and down past her navel towards the little bush surround her pubic region. Her legs slide open wider on the rug as she continues her sexy dance. I am standing here totally captivated out of my mind as I watch her wiggle and shake her beautiful bum unknowingly at me and I as well speed up my hand groping up and down on my penis. 

I notice her lips moving as she goes closer to the mirror never letting up on her dance. She puts a finger in her mouth and pulls it out like one would pull a Popsicle sweet; her face reaching into a warm glow of ecstasy as she continues jerking her other hand in and out of her crotch. I can’t hear what she’s saying, but in my mind’s ear I pretend she’s talking at me. She is telling me in soft sexy whispers not to come too soon as she too won’t come without me. I reply her I won’t. 

I watch her arch her back as if she is dancing to the sensuous charm of an Indian flute. Her eyes and lips still talking at the mirror while her hand jerks in and out from between her legs. Slowly she falls down on the rug and spreads her legs up and wide to the far corners of the room and speeds up her finger jerking; her face writhes in a mask of moaning pain mixed with ecstatic joy as she hurries herself to orgasm; her other hand fumbles her breasts. 

I notice all this and speed up my own jerking too. My breath comes in gasps, sweat falls down on my face and my eyes bulge out with wanton excitement as I watch her unfurl herself into an orgasm and squeeze herself into a naked ball, her body covered in sweat. She unfurls herself and lies there for a while gasping. Her hair once lush to stare at now lies scattered. I watch her chest heave for breath. A minute later she gets up and goes over to open her closet and takes out a bathrobe from the side. She puts it on and goes into the bathroom. It is over. I go into my bathroom and finish up masturbating into the toilet bowl. I flush and dry myself up with a towel before turning off the light and going to sleep. 

I wake up early in the morning hoping without hope to beat the city’s traffic. The rain of yesterday has long stopped falling and the sun is already out. I notice the broken glass on the floor and go into the kitchen to find a broom and a dustpan to collect it. Later I go into the bathroom for a quick shower.

I would have loved to get some breakfast before leaving but I know I would then be very late. I get dressed up and I’m about leaving when the phone by the bedside table begins to ring. I wonder who it might be before picking it up. I say hello into the mouthpiece.

“Hello there,” a light female voice replies me.

“May I know who’s calling?”

“I think you do.” The voice says; I am now confused.

“This is your window lady. You’ve been watching me from across the street for sometime now.”  

The realisation immediately dawns on me and I am both shocked and confused of what to say. I move towards my bedroom window and look out. There she is standing by her balcony, still wearing her robe staring straight at me with a phone by her ear. I stare back at her, too dumbfounded to say anything. I notice that she is smiling.

“I know you’ve enjoyed much of what you’ve seen and now I was wondering if there was any way that the both of us could meet.”

 THE END



Window of Opportunity



Note: This story was a collaborative effort. I only wrote Jocelyn's part; my friend Pete wrote Sean's part.

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As long as the ancient boiler pumped out hot water, Jocelyn wasn't moving from the shower. While her body stood motionless, her mind leaped over her various aches in a detached, nearly clinical, manner. She was in good shape physically, maybe the best shape of her life, but four matches in three days -- all of them three sets, all of them grueling -- had turned her body parts into a chorus all singing the same note: agony.

The Labor Day weekend tennis tournament had seemed like such a good idea, a chance to get to know some of the people in the condo complex better and maybe to find some new partners. Everybody was scheduled to play Friday night and Saturday with total games won determining who would play in the semifinals Sunday. A barbecue would follow the finals on Monday. Jocelyn had seen some of her neighbors play and had no illusions about getting past Saturday. And that was fine with her. Get some chores done on Sunday and relax at the barbecue Monday.

She should have known those plans would dissolve when the rain came Friday night, washing out the first round of the tournament. Rain in the Bay Area in September? Happens about as often as a "Nuns Gone Wild" video, she had thought.

The rain meant everybody had to play two matches on Saturday and Jocelyn was shocked when a cross-court backhand in the third-set tie-breaker gave her her second win. The good news: She was in the semis. The bad news: She had to play the next day.

Somehow she ignored her screaming muscles to win in three sets Sunday and split the first two sets Monday. But that "mind over matter" stuff only goes so far. The last set was a death march. Her calves and thighs cramped repeatedly, her elbow sent searing bolts through her on every stroke. It wasn't about winning anymore, it was about surviving.

And when match point bounced harmlessly past her -- a lazy forehand that couldn't have been more than five feet away -- all she felt was relief.

Now it was the hot water's turn to give her relief. Jocelyn adjusted the Shower Massage to its strongest pulse and let it pound on her aching body. As she turned the shower head to direct the throbbing stream at her thighs, a blast hit directly on her clit. The sensation startled her out of her thoughts of pain. "At least that part is still working," she thought with a smile.

When the water finally began to run cold, Jocelyn climbed cautiously from the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and walked into her bedroom. Living on the top floor of the building, she had grown careless about closing her drapes and now, as she looked into the mirrored doors of her wall-to-wall closet, she could see the reflection of a man in the window of the unit across the courtyard. Her first instinct was to go back to the bathroom and get her robe. But then the memory of the pulsating water hitting her clit returned.

"Do I really have the guts to do this?" she thought.

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At some point during the last three days, Sean had managed to turn his Labor Day weekend into a complete disaster. Then again, it probably wasn't a single moment that had turned the weekend sour. It was most likely just a combination of every single bad thing that had happened from 5 o'clock Friday afternoon till now.

Sean didn't really know where to begin, and he didn't really want to give himself the manual recount. But of course, he couldn't help it. There was the disastrous blind date on Friday night courtesy of a friend at work who was convinced that some girl named Shelly was the one for him. Right for him except her high pitched voice, her snort-filled laugh and her apparently aching need to discuss religion over dinner.

Then again, it might have been the car accident on the freeway the day after. A nice meeting with the back of a conversion van when he hadn't been paying attention. Sean cringed at the thought! of the estimate from the mechanic that he had received.

Sunday brought about torture of a completely different sort. He had been getting ready for his normal Sunday afternoon run when he had run into a woman that had made his heart almost stop. She had been making her way toward the tennis courts. Her attractively lithe body had caught his attention immediately and held it so strongly that he had to close his hanging mouth in shame when she caught sight of him. Thinking back on how hotly his cheeks had burned once he realized made him embarrassed even now. Seeing her walk off toward the courts was a painful reminder of how poorly his love life had been going.

Today had been quiet so far, and Sean had taken some time to purge himself of bad karma by staring at the television for a few hours. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the clock on the wall. It read 9:07 p.m. Resigned to the fact that his Labor Day weekend was a complete bust, Sean got up from his couch and headed for his bedroom, eager to bring an early end to the weekend.

As he walked by his apartment's porch window, something grabbed him out of the corner of his eye. He turned toward the window to get a better look. The primitive part of his brain knew exactly what he had seen, but the more civilized part could not believe it and needed to make sure.

Sean's eyes adjusted, and when they came to focus on the unit across the courtyard, he thought that he could feel his eyes bulging out of their sockets. In that apartment stood a woman. She had his back to him, and was wrapped in a bath towel. There was no towel around her head though, and her dark brown hair hung down to the middle of her back.

There was a familiar stirring in Sean's crotch that he could not deny. The horrible night out with Shelly on Friday night along with all of his previous romantic mishaps over the past year had all conspired to make Sean very excitable. To see a beautiful woman who was only a mere step away from total nakedness, that was enough to get his blood pumping a little faster.

Sean looked on, his mind racing with a million different possibilities. Most of them were the kind of stuff that only happened in cheesy porno movies, he knew, but he allowed himself to think on them as he watched. The woman was just standing there in front of what looked to be double doors to a closet.

The woman's arms were starting to move. Her hands crawled along her body, over the towel wrapped around it. They gently traced her hips and came dangerously close to brushing her ass.

Sean's eyes were locked to her hands as they wandered. Sean's mind picked one scenario out from the others, and he suddenly realized that it was becoming more and more likely that it would play itself out in front of him. His mouth dropped open at t! his realization, and for a moment, his entire body froze from the shock of it.

Sean knew that he had binoculars in his room. He knew that if he could just tear himself away from this sight for a moment, then it would be so much better when he returned. Closing his eyes shut hard, Sean practically sprinted for the bedroom.

He frantically rummaged around, cursing himself for not keeping the room in a cleaner condition. Every second in the bedroom was a wasted second that he could have been spending out the! re, watching that sexy woman in the towel.

When he finally found them after what seemed like hours, Sean whirled around and ran back to the window, almost tripping over the bedroom door in the process.

He halted in front of the window, and put the binoculars to his eyes.

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Jocelyn let her hands follow their instincts, tracing the curves of her hips as they glided over the soft terrycloth of the towel. Her long-suppressed sexual appetite, shocked awake by the presence of the stranger across the courtyard, hungered for a more intimate touch. But as her fingertips brushed across the knot of the towel between her breasts, another decidedly less erotic thought filled her head.

"What," she thought "if he is some kind of maniac? Or one of those condo board Nazis who are always threatening fines for little things like hanging a beach towel on your balcony? What if ..." Jocelyn's conjecturing vanished as she glance in the mirror again and saw that her solitary audience had abandoned his vantage point in the window. Despite her misgivings, her only reaction to his disappearance was one of regret. "Damn," she realized, "I really DID want to do that."

For a few moments, Jocelyn surveyed herself in the mirror. At 27, she decided, she looked better than she ever had before. The baby fat that had plagued her through her teens and early 20s had melted away under her relentless regime of tennis and bicycling. Her coldly assessing eyes told her that she would never be a Cosmo cover girl, but also admitted that her well-toned figure and long, shapely legs might draw more than the occasional stare. "Yeah, but not tonight," she thought ruefully.

With a toss of her honey-colored hair, Jocelyn shook herself from her reverie and turned to open the closet door to get her nightgown. "Whoa! What's this?" she thought. Her courtyard companion was back at his window -- this time with a pair of binoculars. Giggling to herself, Jocelyn could think just one thing: "Game on."

With her back to the window, Jocelyn slowly untied the knot that held her towel in place. When it came undone, she spread her arms, holding the towel behind her like the wings of a butterfly. She had studied her body in the mirror earlier, but not like this. Not totally uncovered. And not while knowing that all she had to do was drop the towel to let a complete stranger see the reflection of her naked breasts and pussy in the mirror.

Jocelyn hesitated only a second before releasing the towel, letting it drop in a puddle at her feet.

Because of her position in front of the mirror, Jocelyn knew knew that her neighbor could see every bit of her -- front and back. The taut, firm ass that she had worked so hard to get. The full lips of her pussy that she trimmed religiously every week -- just in case. The smallish but nicely rounded breasts. And the dark nipples that had become instantly erect when she dropped the towel.

As she looked down at her nipples, Jocelyn knew this was the moment. If she was going to do this, it would have to be now. And with that thought, her fingers found the nipples of both breasts, rolling them back and forth. She moaned softly to herself as her eyes darted to the mirror to make sure she hadn't lost her audience. She hadn't. And with a secret grin, she thought, "You haven't seen anything yet."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Two realizations dawned on Sean mere seconds after putting the binoculars to his eyes. The first was that this was the same woman he had seen on Sunday. The one that had left him a bumbling idiot with his mouth hanging wide open. Sean had to struggle with a momentous embarrassment as the twinge came back again. That twinge was quickly overcome though by the second realization that there was almost no way for the woman to not know that she was being watched thanks to the mirror on her closet door.

This would have been plainly obvious to anyone thinking in their right mind, but Sean was far removed from that. The need to look on closer, to catch every detail of this stunning woman as she explored her body herself, had driven Sean to grab the binoculars. There was little point in trying to turn back now.

Sean took a moment to get the focus of the binoculars as sharp as possible. The object of his voyeurism was still standing facing the mirrored door of the closet, affording Sean a great view of her body wrapped in that white towel. She stood there obviously admiring her own body just as he was. The seconds that followed as she just stood there were blissful agony for Sean.

But then, Sean's heart stopped for the briefest of moments as he saw the woman's hand start to unknot and unwrap the towel. Grabbing an end in each hand, she brought her arms out, leaving the towel spread out across her back. She held herself there for a few amazing moments, and Sean took in every detail of her body that he possibly could. He couldn't help but think that she looked like some angel from heave! n. Everything about her seemed perfect. Her breasts, the way her hips flared out, her long sexy smooth legs, everything, inspired thoughts of lust in Sean's mind. Her face looked as angelic as her body, and Sean thought for a moment that he could see a wicked smile flash on it.

Sean's eyes were pressed hard to the binoculars. He had to remind himself to breathe when the woman dropped the towel. Again, he swore he saw it fall to her feet in some sort of erotic, slow motion instant replay. His eyes followed hungrily as her hands wandered to her amazing breasts, her fingers dancing over the nipples. Her head dipped back as if she was absorbed by the pleasure spreading from her nipples. Watching her, Sean couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have those nipples between his fingers, feeling them stiffen under his touch as he played with them. He imagined his hands touching those firm breasts, following hers as they caressed the undersides.

The throbbing sensation in his groin was starting to become uncomfortable but Sean was too mesmerized to do anything about it. The woman's hands, now making there way ever so slowly down the front of her body, were leading Sean through some sensual trance. He was hopeless to do anything but follow their lead.

They rubbed her toned belly in soft slow circles, making the whole thing seem that more hypnotic to Sean. Finally, those delicate hands settled on her mound, and Sean knew that only a four-alarm blaze in his apartment would be able to wrench him away from this sight now. He felt like he could pay attention to each finger as it moved along her body, as if he were standing right next to her rather than looking at her from across a courtyard. He could feel his body temperature rising as he watched her hand move over her pussy, her body responding ever so slightly with a bend at her knees.

Thoughts kept racing through Sean's mind of what he would be doing right now if he were in that apartment with her. He imagined their bodies pressed close together in front of that mirror, every inch of their skin making contact. Sean shuddered at the thought, positive that he could feel her warmth against him, the softness of her skin tantalizing his body, making every nerve feel ablaze with life. The thought was almost too much.

Thinking about what he would do made him think naturally about what must be going through her mind. As quickly as he had realized, watching the show made Sean forget about the fact that this woman knew he was privy to her show. His cock pulsed angrily underneath his pants, and he knew he would need release sooner or later. Would things end if he decided to join in on this dance? Is that really what this woman wanted?

Sean brought his eyes to focus on the woman's lovely ass. So tight and firm, it made his cock twitch even more. There was really only one way for Sean to find out. So he kept watching.

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Jocelyn could feel her sensitive nipples pulsate against the pressure of her fingers and again she felt that familiar longing and regret. How she wished that that her breasts were fuller, that she could lift them in her hands and bring her nipples to her mouth. Memories of other mouths flooded her consciousness, memories of the near-mystical feeling they had created. And with those memories came an aching need.

Her right hand -- the one lover she could always count on -- strayed from her breast and slid over the slight curve of her belly, drawn lower by the almost magnetic pull of her pussy. The first feel of her silken curls left her open-mouthed, crying silently to the mirror in her need. Jocelyn hesitated for the briefest moment, wanting only to stretch that instant of anticipation. But this was not a night for teasing, at least not teasing of her own inflamed body.

In one swift movement, her hand slipped through the last of her furry covering and across the tiny patch of bare skin below and found the tip of her clitoris straining to emerge from its protective hood. "Cunt." The word flashed across Jocelyn's brain. How she loved the sound of it -- and, even more, the feel of it. The heat, the wetness, the slippery feel that defined its purpose in life.

Usually when Jocelyn masturbated, she focused her attentions on her clit, teasing it, stroking it, tugging its hood, rolling it between her fingertips. But not tonight. Tonight was about penetration, about fucking, about using her slender fingers to substitute for what she was sure her observant neighbor would soon be stroking.

Despite the shaky feeling in her knees, Jocelyn raised her left leg, bracing the bottom of her foot against the hamper. The change in position opened her -- but not enough, not the way she wanted to be. Soon her left hand found the soft nest between her legs, spreading the lips of her pussy wide wide. She was ready. Oh so ready.

"Fuck me," she mouthed to her imaginary lover. "Fuck me with your hard, beautiful cock." And as she stared at the reflection of her cunt, she eased the two fingers that would replicate that cock deep inside her. She wanted to hold them there, to squeeze them with the muscles of her pussy and savor the sensation of her walls encasing them. But her body had other needs. Her pussy screamed for movement, for friction, for ... fucking. And that scream wasn't to be denied.

As the muscles of her pussy relaxed, Jocelyn drew her fingers nearly all the way out before beginning a rhythmic pumping. Her fingers plunged to her depths over and over again and she thrilled to the feel, to the view of her swollen lips opening repeatedly to welcome the pleasure, to the unmistakable liquid sound, to the scent that filled her private world. Every one of her senses nearly overwhelmed. "No, wait," she thought as that familiar throbbing sensation built inside her, "not quite every one." And that thought alone was enough to push her toward the edge.

The fingers of Jocelyn's right hand pulled free of her clutching cunt, replaced instantly by those of her left. As she felt her body rising to clear that last hurdle, she brought her right hand to her mouth, sucking hungrily at the fingers that had stirred her soul. Maybe it was the thought of a long-ago college dorm encounter, maybe it was the utter lewdness of the act in front of the stranger across the courtyard. The why didn't matter. The taste of herself on two of her fingers while two of her others darted in and out of her was too much and she bent nearly double as her cunt exploded. It was fire, it was lightning, it was all the invisible forces of magic -- and it was a scream that anyone within blocks could hear, a scream that Jocelyn wanted to be heard.

When the last contraction slowly faded away, she lowered her foot from the hamper, turned slowly from the mirror to face the window, smiled and mouthed "Thank you" to the darkness.

_ * * * * * * * * * * _ All of this sweet build up had been quite the experience for Sean, but once he saw the woman of his desire lift her left leg onto her laundry hamper, everything seemed to take on an entirely different meaning.

All of the urgency that had been pounding at the dam until now was finally starting to break through. Every one of this woman's movements through the binoculars seemed much more carnal, passionate and fanatical. It was obvious that as much as this was about sharing a sexual experience with a stranger, it was also about finding relief and release and finding it now. Sean wanted everything to last as long as possible, but the primal part of him was now taking control. The pulsing of his groin was growing almost painful as he watched and struggled in vain against the beast awakening within him.




Window of Opportunity



He watched as two of her fingers slid deep inside of her pussy. Her entire body immediately responded, as did his cock once again. She moved slowly and sensually, extremely focused on the newfound sense of fulfillment inside her.

Soon, her mouth opened and held itself there. Sean imagined her sultry voice filling his ears, her erotic moans touching every part of his being. Sean had a thing for a woman with a sexy voice, and the echo of hers in his mind, so soft and sensual, finally broke down the last barrier to his own pleasure. He could wait no longer.

With his right hand, Sean nearly tore at his pants, pulling down the zipper violently and reaching inside to feel his damp boxers. Within a second, his aching cock was in his hand, hot and hard. When he pulled it completely free, the cool air against the heat of his shaft was enough for him to have to catch his breath.

Slowly, Sean began to stroke all the way to the tip of his cock, feeling the slick fluid gather there to be spread along his hardness. His fingers pressed delightfully against the head as he pulled back and forth.

Sean's performer had now switched hands, still writhing down on her fingers. He wanted to pay attention to all of the little details as he had before, the movement of her hips, the softness of her skin, the incredibly erotic way her lips looked as she obviously moaned constantly. But he just couldn't. All he knew now was that this woman, this gorgeously sexy woman, was in the throes of pleasure, wanting him, needing him to reach the apex of pleasure with her.

The pleasure emanating from his cock had now spread slowly, enveloping him completely. Every nerve in his rigid manhood was firing rapidly, bringing him closer and closer, nearer to the final flaring explosion. He could not resist the need to close his eyes and focus completely on his own pleasure. Images of deep, animalistic fucking fueled his desire. Every sensation that came with this act flooded his senses somehow.

Remembering himself, Sean opened his eyes. What he saw now, shocked him enough to make his heart stop and his hand freeze on his hot throbbing shaft. The woman was now finished with her own pleasure and was standing now facing him, almost pressed up against the glass of her balcony door. Through the binoculars, Sean could see the fire in her eyes, the smoldering lust that was burning quietly, yet so white hot. There was a sexy, almost sly smile to go with those eyes, and now she was watching him as intently as he had been watching her. Everything about her made him hot, and everything about her made him want to cum.

He put the binoculars down, ignoring the thud they made as they hit the floor. His hand resumed its motion on his stiff dick, even hotter now that it had been before. He watched the small movements of her body, the shifting of her legs, the path of her hand on the glass door. Just taking in her body now was enough to make his cock throb incessantly. It was a deep, constant swelling that he could feel through his hand. Sean felt his orgasm swell inside his body. He knew it would be soon.

And then, after one last look at this seemingly perfect woman, finally, it came. With a scream that started somewhere deep in the core of his being, Sean's cock erupted. He felt each spasm shake his body, deeply and violently. Sean's breathing came in ragged gasps as his hot cum shot out from his pulsing cockhead. He could feel all of his energy pouring out of him with each spurt. He could almost feel a ringing in his ears with each throb of his cock.

Slowly but surely, Sean came back down to earth from his sexual bliss. He opened his eyes, blinked a few times to focus just in time to see the woman smile at him and turn out the light to her apartment.



Window of Opportunity



There never seems to be enough time to get all your work done. And if you're a computer nerd like me, you have to bide your time until no one is using the system to do the really disruptive stuff. Those maintenance windows slowly become few and far between, which means I have lots of work crammed into every one of them. So it was that I found myself with hours of work for this maintenance window. It didn't help that other departments wanted me to work on their systems at the same time I was working on mine.

As I watched yet another status bar slowly increase the percentage of completion, my phone buzzed with a text message. It was Catherine, the storage admin, asking how the maintenance was going. My response was a bit terse, "Just fine. Lots to do. Waiting on your stuff to finish up."

Catherine's responded with, "Anything I can do to help?"

I shot back, "Well, you can either help me figure out why your software is taking forever to install or you can let me go grab dinner. Other than that, I'm not sure." I turned back to my mountain of work and hoped to continue without further interruption. After a third attempt to install the difficult upgrade and a wasted hour of failure, I was just about ready to start screaming and throwing things.

My building tantrum was interrupted by a loud click from the door to the server room. I spun around in my chair to see the door swing wide open, quickly followed by Catherine entering with a box in her hands. Catherine was one of those people that didn't fit the stereotype of a typical geek. She chose not to walk around in t-shirts and jeans. Instead, she always had on eye-catching outfits that made more than one of the IT guys drool. Watching her walking around the office was like watching a lioness stalking her prey. I didn't spend a lot of time working with her due to our different departments, but I did sneak the occasional peek at her outfits when I overhead someone at the office mention that she looked particularly fetching that day.

Tonight Catherine seemed to have outdone herself. She was wearing a black outfit that had a tank top with a cutout that showed off a bit of her impressive cleavage. There was quite a bit of fishnet under her top as well as under the skirt wrapped around her waist. The fishnets plunged into a pair of stiletto-heeled boots that clicked and clacked against the floor as she walked toward me, carrying her package. As she got closer, looked up from my appraisal of her outfit to meet her spectacled gaze. Her short black hair framed her face rather fetchingly. She was smiling as she stopped right in front of me. I stood up and looked down at the box in her hands and saw the logo of a local pizza restaurant.

Catherine finally broke the silence between us by saying, "I figured since I was headed out to meet some friends for drinks, I'd drop by and see what I could do to help. And, I brought dinner!" I lifted the top of the box and saw a hot pizza waiting inside. Having gone a few hours without eating due to my tribulations with the failing upgrade, I dove right into the waiting dish. I had devoured a piece almost instantly before swallowing hard enough to thank her for her gift. I was still a bit irritated about the issues with my work, so I spent a few moments describing the issues I was having. Catherine asked me some pretty standard questions about what I had done to troubleshoot things. I related my experiences in between furtive glances at Catherine's outfit. She was quite fetching this evening, and I was trying to appreciate her ensemble without getting caught looking. Of course, once or twice my answers to her questions and comments came after a pause caused by a distraction or an errant thought. Catherine oozed sexuality whenever she was around. It only seemed to be amplified in the server room.

Eventually, we determined that all my issues were being caused by the software package being corrupted. I wasn't sure how to get a new copy, so Catherine sat down in my chair and started clicking around to download a new copy. I spun around for a moment to check on another task that was running in the background. I heard a gasp, followed by a giggle and I turned back. My cheeks turned bright red in embarrassment and horror. Catherine had started typing the address of the website to download the software, but when she hit the Enter key, that wasn't the site that opened on the screen. Instead, images of women in various states of undress started loading. Animated pictures of all manner of naughty things flickered back and forth. I dove for the keyboard in a vain attempt to close out the offending window.

My cheeks were blazing red as I attempted to stammer out an apology. While Catherine may have been up front about her sexuality around the office, I'm sure that having inappropriate websites pop up in the midst of troubleshooting a problem. I was still trying to find the words that were going to keep me out of the HR manager's office when Catherine looked up at me and asked, "So, how'd you find out?"

I was confused. I cocked an eyebrow at her and replied, "Find out about what?"

Catherine's fingers flew across the keyboard once more and brought the offending site back up. As the images once again filled the screen, she pointed to the top of the screen. I noticed the title bar had some kind of clever double entendre about storage. When I glanced back at her face, she smiled and continued, "I'm guessing you didn't know that this was my website?"

As I shook my head in response, Catherine explained, "I reblog all the interesting pictures I find there. You might say it's a catalog for some of my favorite things." I knew quite well what she was talking about. I had found the site one night while surfing around. The collection of pictures contained all manner of tantalizing ideas. Women dressed in stockings and garter belts. Scenes of naked women grinding against a man, teasing him and urging him on. Multiple partners, women pleasing themselves, and women of all kinds in various states of undress. I loved the author's taste. Now it appeared that I had known all along who was responsible for collecting such stimulating imagery.

Catherine rolled the chair back and stood up. She spun around on her stiletto heels and faced me. With a quick step, she closed the distance between us. She was tall on a regular day, and the addition of the boots made her just a couple of inches shorter than me. 

She raised her glance just slightly to stare me in the eyes as she asked, "So, now what? You've seen what makes me tick. What do you think about that?"

At that moment, any hint of embarrassment or shame I might have felt drained away in a heartbeat. Instead, I felt a fire deep down inside. It was being stoked from Catherine's close proximity as well as her up front attitude. She wasn't upset or ashamed of her hobby. Instead, she was testing me to see how I might react. In an instant, I could imagine how others in our profession might have shrunk away, uncomfortable at being confronted in such a direct manner. Instead of backing down, I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her lips close to mine. I pressed my lips against hers, tasting her for the first time. I was unsure if my forward behavior would be rewarded or punished. I was just as prepared to be slapped as anything else. Much to my delight, Catherine returned the kiss with a ferocity I could hardly have imagined. I felt her hand against the back of my head, pressing my lips even closer to hers as she sized me up. Our heads tilted to the side slightly as I pulled Catherine closer, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth and I returned the gesture. Our tongues danced against each other, locked in their own game as our hands roamed around each other.

As my hands slid up and down Catherine's back, I could feel the hint of something underneath her top. It took my distracted mind a few seconds to realize it was the same material that was on her sleeves. I moaned slightly when I realized that Catherine's outfit for the evening was a fishnet body stocking just underneath her clothes. My mind raced with all the interesting possibilities that presented even as I felt her hand grabbing my ass and squeezing me. Our activity had started to get me excited, and as I pressed closer to Catherine I imagined that she could feel my growing excitement. Finally, we broke away from each other's mouths after what seemed like an eternity. I gasped as I finally drew in a breath. Catherine too was breathing a bit more deeply than usual.

Catherine's hand slipped away from my ass and drifted to the front of my pants. I could feel her fingernails tracing the outline of my growing erection through them. She took great care to run them up and down the whole length, teasing with every touch and causing me to grow even harder under her attention. As I looked up into her eyes, I could see Catherine returning my gaze. She licked her lips slightly and bit her bottom lip as she stared into my eyes.

She finally broke the silence between us by asking, "That was nice. I had no idea you were such a good kisser. And I think I'm going to like the hardware you're packing." I smiled at her pun even as I felt her hands on my belt. It took no effort for her to unbuckle it and unbutton my pants. As the zipper slid down, I felt her hands slip inside and beneath my boxers. Her soft hands took a firm hold of my thick shaft and started stroking slowly up and down. I felt my knees getting weak as she expertly tugged even more life out of me than I thought possible.

My hands drifted to the hem of her skirt and I slipped them underneath, tracing my fingers up the back of her legs. I could feel the mesh of her fishnets reaching up her thighs all the way to her ass. There was no doubt that the outfit I saw was just hiding all the delights beneath. I pushed closer as I grabbed her tight ass with both hands and squeezed. Catherine moaned gently in my ear and I felt her hand tighten on my cock. I rubbed my hands all over her fishnet-covered ass, trying to concentrate on returned the teasing she was giving me. As I worked my way around her hips, I felt her legs part slightly beneath my touch. Never one to turn down an open invitation, I let my right hand slide between her legs. I could feel the warmth radiating down from her. There was no doubt that she was aroused by our heavy petting. As my fingers brushed against her, Catherine threw her head back and moaned deeply as she shut her eyes to concentrate on my touch.

The fishnet stocking beneath my fingers was positively soaked. I rubbed one finger along the spot I felt, tracing my way along her damp pussy. I felt her shuddering from my touch as I worked my way along her swollen lips. The fishnets teased me, offering me the heat and wetness that lay just beneath but blocking me from getting my fingers inside. As I rubbed harder against her dripping slit, Catherine's moans grew longer and deeper. She had stopped stroking me for the moment and had instead started concentrating on her own pleasure. I wouldn't have rather had it any other way. She was growing more and more aroused from my touch. At that moment, I wanted to plunge my fingers inside her. I wanted to see if I could make her knees wobble as she had made mine. If only that stupid body stocking was easy to remove...

With a sudden flash of insight, I knew what I had to do. Nothing was going to keep me from getting what I wanted. I pressed my fingers harder against the offending garment. With all Catherine's juices covering the material, it was easy to press my finger through a tiny hole right over her wet pussy. As my finger poked through the fishnet, Catherine twisted her hips gently. As she did, I felt me finger slip inside her waiting desire. I could feel her melting into me as she sank down onto my finger. The moan that escaped her lips was guttural and very arousing. The noise fluttered as I felt a shiver run throughout her. I wasted no time and started sliding my finger in and out, widening the hole in her body stocking with every thrust of my digit. As Catherine pressed against my finger, I could feel even more of her wetness soaking the fishnet around my hand. I circled my finger inside her, feeling her muscles tightening around my finger as I felt the material giving way from the combined assault of her wetness and my desire to tear through it. I tested the waters by withdrawing my single finger and forcing two of them through the hole. The garment resisted for the barest of moments before allowing me access once more. When Catherine felt both fingers slip inside her, I had to use my free hand to steady her. We stumbled backwards a few steps before finally righting ourselves against the side of one of the server racks.

Now that Catherine was propped against the rack, she used the leverage to plunge my fingers even deeper inside her. Her pussy felt amazing beneath my touch. I could feel my cock twitching in my pants, eager to take the place of my fingers. I knew the hole wasn't quite big enough to slide though, so I decided a bit more help was in order. I knelt down in front of Catherine and slipped both hands under her skirt. The heat radiating from her was impressive. As I withdrew my fingers once more, I grabbed the edges of the hole I had made. With a firm pull, I created a small rip in the body stocking.

The "riiiipppp" that came from my efforts was satisfying. I knew that the hole was now more than enough to have access to what I wanted. Catherine must have known as well, since I could hear her gasp as I ripped into her undergarment. As I withdrew my hands from beneath her skirt, I could smell the scent of Catherine's juices on my fingers. The wonderful smell wafted to my nose, intoxicating me with desire. At this point, I was working on auto pilot. My brain had shut down and the rest of my body had only one purpose - to have Catherine. I stood back up to full height. As my mouth neared Catherine's she attacked me with yet another passionate kiss. Her tongue darted around my mouth, teasing me and urging me onward with my enterprise. Her hands firmly grabbed the waist of my pants and pushed them down to the floor. My boxers resisted somewhat, so Catherine took extra care to slip them around the rock hard flesh beneath. As my cock sprang free from its cotton prison, Catherine took it firmly in her soft hands once more. With a reassuring tug, she guided it beneath her skirt, pulling it toward the opening I had ripped into her lingerie. With the shaft firmly in her grip, she decided to play. I felt her rubbing her damp pussy lips back and forth on the head of my cock, teasing both of us with the delight that waited just inches away. I looked back into her eyes and saw the desire there calling to me. With one more calculated bite of her red lips, Catherine signaled to me to take what I wanted. I complied with her invitation by shoving my cock inside her when I felt it slide back down her dripping slit.

Catherine gasped out loud as I felt myself sink into her. She took me deep inside her as I pinned her against the metal rack behind her. She lifted her left leg and wrapped it around my hip, both driving me deeper inside her waiting pussy and ensure that I wouldn't get too far away. With one or two more strokes, we found a comfortable rhythm. Every thrust was met with gentle pressure from her leg, pressing me against her. Catherine's hands gathered behind my neck, keeping my head and face close to hers as she kissed and nibbled my lips. I felt like some kind of animal, expressing my boundless frustration and desire by mounting the object of that desire. I was harder than I had been in a very long time. The raw sexuality that surrounded Catherine was like fuel on a raging inferno. Every thrust into her became a contest to see how hard and fast I could fill her. I held myself inside her for a moment each time, feeling her grinding against me. The feeling of the fishnet stocking was unique and sexy. Except for a hole I had ripped, Catherine was still fully clothed. There was something highly erotic about not even bothering to undress before having her.

Catherine's moans became quicker and more focused even as her breathing increased. Our pace quickened and I was almost certain that she was on the edge of cumming for me. With a few more focused thrusts, I felt her start shaking as I held onto her.

Catherine managed to mutter out, "Yes! Oh, yes!" before I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. Even more juices rushed out around me as I sank deep inside her, filling her up as she bucked against me. She ground her pelvis into mine, savoring the feeling as the wave of pleasure washed over her. Her body kept sliding against mine, almost as if it was reflexively milking the last bit of pleasure out of me. The feeling was nothing short of incredible. I could never have imagined how intensely Catherine would cum for me. I was fairly certain that I wasn't going to be able to last long if I kept fucking her.

Catherine must have felt it as well. Without another word, she removed her leg from my hip and pushed me back gently. I felt my throbbing member slip out of her pussy. Before I could express any thoughts, Catherine dropped down to her knees right in front of me. She took but an instant to size up the shaft directly in front of her before taking it into her mouth. The feeling was heavenly. Catherine slid her mouth along the length of my shaft, taking me deep down her throat. Even when I thought she couldn't fit any more inside her mouth, she surprised me by swallowing it all. Her nose pressed against me as her hands held firm on my ass, pressing me down her throat. My knees buckled a bit at the sensation of being surrounded by her mouth. Catherine held me inside her mouth for what felt like a delicious eternity before slowly sliding back along the shaft, running her tongue along the underside to tease me even further. As her mouth receded, she replaced it with her hand. She tugged and stroked my cock as she teased the head with her mouth and tongue, swirling around and sucking gently. Her other hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently to increase the sensation. There was no doubt that she was very, very good at pleasing with her mouth.

As she started to bob her head back and forth on my cock, I felt my hands sliding to back of her head. My fingers tangled themselves in her black hair, guiding her head back and forth. Catherine moaned on my cock, expressing her desire at my touch. Thanks to her earlier efforts and her the feeling of fucking her against the server rack, I was very close to my own release. As I looked down, Catherine sealed the deal by looking back up at me over the top of her glasses. That was all it took to send me right over the edge. I groaned and increased my pace, driving myself into Catherine's mouth for every last ounce of pleasure. Catherine offered no resistance, letting me do as I willed. I felt the butterflies in my stomach announcing the end of the road for me. With one last mighty growl, I shoved my cock as deeply into Catherine's mouth as I could. My cock started twitching as rope after rope of sticky cum shot forth. I could feel her throat swallowing as quickly as possible, not spilling a single drop. As my muscles squeezed out every last ounce I could, Catherine gently sucked me until I was truly finished.

As I bent down to reassemble myself, Catherine stood back up from her kneeling perch in front of me. As I pulled my pants back up to refasten them, Catherine stared right into my eyes, the look of contentment unmistakable. I replied to her gaze by kissing her once more. When we broke our embrace, I couldn't help but smile at the outcome of the evening. I guess being stuck in a maintenance window wasn't so bad after all.




Window of Opportunity



Frank was all alone and had exhausted all available ways of entertainment. Forty, divorced five years back, and with a few friends, he was pondering what to do that evening. That was when he looked out of the bedroom window and saw the apartment next to his. A man wearing only jeans was doing exercises. Frank wondered whether he was so desperate to look at half-naked men. 

Frank sat in front of his laptop and checked his mail. Apart from the usual stuff, there was a message from Amanda who always flirted with him and teased him about other women. She was happy with her husband but wanted a little bit more from life as far as sex was concerned, like sexting, extended foreplay, verbal sex etc. But her love for her husband prevented her from extending her hand and reaching for the nearest dick available. She had sent a photograph of a lovely nude women with only a balloon between her thighs with the caption, pleasure is just a prick away. He smirked. 

He wrote a reply to her describing the man he saw in the window and within a few minutes Amanda came online and began chatting. 

'Tell me about the man, is he sexy?' she asked.

He described him.

'Hey Frank, now look out for him and let me know if he strips or screws someone. I want you to describe him to me.'

Saying this she signed off. Frank smiled to himself wondering how far a woman like Amanda would go. Would she stop with just flirting or go further?

* * * * * 

The next day was the same for Frank. He went out to buy groceries and met some friends and slept in the afternoon. He had worked for sometime as a manager for an export company and thought he would take it easy for a while before looking for another job.

It was evening when he looked out of the window, at least he would be able to say something to Amanda. The man was sitting on a couch reading a magazine. Dull day for all, Frank thought. Later when Amanda came online, she was eager to know what happened. When Frank told her, she was disappointed. 

'Why doesn't he screw someone?' she asked.

'People don't have as much sex as you imagine,' Frank told her.

'My friend tells me she has much sex, at least 4 days a week, in various positions. Her husband experiments and they watch porn too,' Amanda said.

'Some are lucky, aren't they?' he asked.

'Sigh. You and I can have only online sex. And you refuse to talk sex.'

'Hey, Amanda, I wanna ask you. What would you do if you had a neighbor like him and you watched him having sex?'

'Hmm I would strip and finger myself till I came thrice or four times. That is another wishful thinking, daydream. OK bye, gotta go now.'

* * * * *

Next day evening Frank looked out of the window and saw the man getting up and welcoming someone, a woman, a shapely, sexy, hot woman. He hugged her and caressed her behind and slid his hand under her skirt and fondled her ample ass. She slid her hands into his boxers and played. The woman looked familiar, Frank thought as he switched off the light. It was then that the man turned her around and Frank saw her face. It was his next door neighbor at the apartment! 

The man was kneading her boobs and then lifted her skirt and knelt down and ate her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and sat nude on the couch. Catching the man's boxers and pulling him to her, she pulled it down and released the erection struggling inside. He was big, Frank observed, compared to him. The woman took him in her mouth but the man hid the view and Frank could not see much. It was the man's turn to take position between her thighs, eating her pussy hungrily and to the woman's satisfaction, going by her expression. 

After two minutes of licking, the man poised himself to enter the woman who had raised both her legs, offering her vagina for penetration. With a sudden lunge he smoothly entered the love passage. With both his hands on the couch, he worked himself deep into her as she moved with his rhythm. Their tempo increased and the man jerked once or twice and shuddered, signalling that he had emptied himself into her. They hugged and kissed till the man slid out. She dressed and left. That was quick, Frank thought. 

The 30-year-old woman's husband was a businessman and often left her alone. Bored, she should have looked around and hooked the man. Frank wondered why her eyes had never fallen on him. He was to blame; leading a lonely life and confining himself to beer, TV and sleep would hardly attract any woman.

He went to the living room as the sexy neighbor would come home soon and he wanted to talk to her. Five minutes later he heard footsteps and it was she. 

'Hi,' Frank said as she came to their corridor.

'Hi there,' she said lighting her lovely face with a sweet smile.

'Care for a drink,' he offered.

'Hmm, why not,' she said coming into his house.

He poured her a drink and offered it to her. 

'Thanks for the drink,' she smiled.

'I thought you needed it,' he said.

She looked at him as if seeking an explanation.

He said: 'You look exhausted and you had to climb the steps, so I thought you needed it.'

'Do I look exhausted?' she asked looking at herself and adjusting her hair.

'No you look lovely, but your dress looks crumpled. You are sweating too. Is your husband out of town?'

She looked at herself again and said: 'yes, he is coming in half an hour.'

'Then you better wash yourself clean, I can smell a man on you,' Frank said boldly.

She looked surprised but smelt her hand. 

'Can you really smell a man,' she queried.

'Yes, between your thighs You are not wearing panties too,' he said as he had seen her stuffing her panties in her handbag.

'How do you know so much,' she smiled naughtily and spread her thighs allowing Frank to catch a glimpse of her shaved pussy.

'Do you want to prevent me from telling your husband'? Frank asked.

'I can shut your face with a sweet smelling thing I have between my thighs,' she drawled sexily.

Frank approached her and slid his between her thighs and cupped her vagina. 

'Some other time,' she said but without removing his hand.

He squeezed her some more and she got up to go.

'How did you know all that?' she asked.

'Next time when you come to see me, I will tell you,' Frank said. 

She got his phone number and as she left Frank thought Amanda would have much to chew on today.

Later when Amanda came online she was eager to know about the man in the next building. Frank was pondering whether to tell her everything, including his encounter with the sexy neighbor. But he preferred not to and confined himself to describing the sex between the man and the woman and left out the fact that she was his neighbor.

Amanda was pretty aroused and said she was fingering herself.

'Did you get an erection and what did you do with it,? she asked.

'Of course, I did get an erection and I did nothing,' Frank said.

'Oh! I wish I had been there. I would have pulled down your pants and milked you from between your thighs as you turned your back to me and watched them,' Amanda said,

Amanda did get some great ideas, Frank thought. She left soon, promising to be back for more.

* * * * *

As the neighbor said, her husband was back in town and hence she was busy. Frank felt bored with nothing much to do but watch movies, drink and chat with Amanda. He found himself chatting more about sex with Amanda. She was not sexy, according to him. Being chubby and always giggling put him off. But Amanda always said love, sex, lust never had anything to do with appearance. If you were with a person for sometime, you were bound to sleep with that person, was Amanda's claim, philosophy, belief and hope. He too was slowly veering towards that suggestion. Why else did he feel aroused by Amanda telling him she would milk him as they watched the action at the neighbor's house? To compound the situation, he found himself enjoying sex chat with Amanda!

* * * * * 

Four days later, he got a message on his phone. It was the sexy neighbor telling him she would be around to see him at 4 in the evening.

He was ready and waiting for him. She came dressed in a red tight skirt carrying a bag which she placed on the table and took out a bottle of wine and beers.

'What do you think of me,? she asked pouring the wine in a glass he had taken out and continued without waiting for him, 'I am a whore fucking about when my man is not home? I do that. But what can I do? I like his money and he likes my hot body. I met Alan at a gym and yes we have sex, with no strings attached.' She finished and looked at Frank who was sipping a beer.

'I think you are sexy and don't think you are a whore.'

'I was easy game, don't you think so? I am here to bribe you with sex so that you won't tell my husband.'

'That is a friendly mutually beneficial deal,' Frank said finishing his beer.

'Tell me how you found out about me,' she wanted to know.

He took her to his bedroom and opened the window a bit and showed her. Alan was on his couch as usual, reading a magazine. Frank was standing behind her and touched her slender hips and caressed. 

'I love to see his sexy body,' she moaned.

Encouraged, Frank slid his hand to the front between her thighs and fondled her pussy. She was not wearing panties. He ran his finger from the top of her slit to the bottom, up and down repeatedly. Then he sat down between her thighs and licked her as she spread her thighs, never taking her eyes off Alan. Juice was seeping out of her now swollen vagina and he was slurping. She slowly took of her skirt and unzipped his pants and removed his shirt and turned around, thrusting back her chiseled ass. He fondled her ass and kissed and smelled her smooth skin. She guided him to stand against the window and took his erection in her mouth. He closed his eyes and wondered if this was really happening. 

She held the window bars and asked him to lift her by her thighs and spike her cunt with his erection. Hanging in mid-air supported by his hands on her thighs and holding the bars, she rocked herself gently against him, sliding his manhood in and out of her.

'I want to look at him, while I am having sex,' she moaned in his ears and kissed him.

He had never experienced sex in this position and plunged into her deeper as she egged him on towards his orgasm. The juice oozing out of her opening and dribbling down his thighs spoke of her reaching the peak. He lunged into her faster and she rocked against him in perfect rhythm and he shot his load into her, exacting a sigh and a moan from her.

When he had squirted all his accumulated lust into her, he slipped out and let her down. 

She dressed as did he and she sipped wine and he took another can of beer.

'Alan and I had practiced this position many times. Exercise has its own benefits,' she said winking.

'When do you plan to see Alan?' he asked.

'His cousins are visiting him today, and maybe tomorrow evening I will see him. Will you be watching?' she asked.

He nodded in embarrassment as his intentions were so transparent. She finished her glass of wine and left.

* * * * *

When Amanda came online, he had to tell her an imagined sex encounter between Alan and the neighbor. He described what they did, replacing him with Alan.

'Wow,' Amanda said 'I am going to imagine this and masturbate tonight.'

'Hey Amanda, do you want to watch them?' he asked.

'Ya sure. You think it is okay.'

'Tell me if you want to watch them,' he said wondering why he had suggested that. 

* * * * *

Next day there was a message from Amanda saying she would love to watch them. She came around 3.30, prepared to watch the show. Frank took her to the bedroom and opened the window to show her Alan's living room. 

'Let's wait and hope we are lucky,' he said as there was no one there. Will there be action today as the woman had promised? 

Frank and Amanda chitchatted for sometime and he kept looking out of the window. It was finally at 4.15 that Alan came in and five minutes later she came in. The duo wasted no time and stripped, as Amanda looked through the partially opened window. 

The woman stroked Alan's big organ and Amanda gasped,' Man, he is large.'

Amanda was opening her thighs and parting her panties to finger herself and moaned,'Help me Frank.'

Aroused by seeing the nude woman mouthing Alan, Frank pulled down Amanda's panties and lifted her skirt and parted her bush from behind. She had never shaved for sometime, he thought as he slid two fingers and then three. Amanda grunted her approval and Frank found himself massaging her boobs which were big. Frank pulled down his pants and rubbed his erection between Amanda's ass crack as the neighbor spread her thighs for Alan to eat.

'Hot,' was all an excited Amanda could say.

Frank slid his hand from the front and rotated his finger around Amanda's clitoris and he entered her willing pussy from behind. The neighbor was now sitting on Alan's erected pole and sliding up and down. Frank was deep in Amanda who was spellbound, watching in silence. The neighbor bobbed up and down and then bent down, her head coming down as she raised her ass. Using the couch for support Alan raised himself up into her cunt and pumped her. He came soon and she sat on him hugging and kissing. 

But Frank was still inside Amanda plugging her. He pulled out when the action stopped at the next building. Amanda lay on the bed and spreading her thighs invited Frank to eat her. Frank was much aroused and knelt between her thighs, parted her bush and tasted her. To his surprise, she tasted good. Then it was Amanda's turn to mouth him and she did it well, coating him with her saliva. She sat on him and gyrated herself on him as he watched her boobs dash against each other and up and down. When he came, she pressed herself on him and kissed him deeply and for long even after he slipped out of her. 

Amanda departed soon, leaving Frank alone with his thoughts. Where did things go from now. Would the neighbor come to him again and would he and Amanda continue with their new-found relationship? He felt a tinge of remorse in Amanda, or was it a quiet acceptance of the new direction in their friendship? 

Things became clearer the next day when Amanda began their chat saying, 'I thought of what we did when my husband was inside me,'

Frank smiled, nothing had changed and Amanda would be his chat friend and lover. Well, he wondered about the sexy neighbor, who was not seen for sometime and one day a friendly maid working in their apartment told him that she had moved. That settled the matter, didn't it? It was Amanda and himself. But now and then Frank looked out of the window and checked on Alan's room, just in case the sexy neighbor made an appearance.