1 comments/ 22375 views/ 1 favorites Distant Fingers By: jthserra   Distant Fingers         "And later that year         When the satellites were falling         Debris from a crowded sky         She often thought of him         And the roof where he was waiting         Through days and through fevered nights."                 from Chemical Sunset                 Jacob Holm-Lupo Heather watched him from her rooftop, day after day, spying him through the misty clouds, through the sulfurous breezes, and in the acid rain. For a time she thought she might get to him, ford the deadly ocean between them and finally be together again. Ruing the morning she crossed the bridge, all she could do now was to wait for the faint glimpses of him. For her, the bridge was gone now, no longer safe to travel, so, at least for now, there was no hope of getting back to Michael. Communication across the city, hell, communication across the hall had failed long ago. Phones, wireless, the internet -- all a joke, they had descended to smoke signals and hand gestures. He had warned her, begged her not to go, but sadly, she had no choice, she had to return home, even if it meant... meant getting stranded away from Michael. She should have realized how dangerous it was, she had seen the staggering collapse of the city and was smart enough to know that even the Heights would follow. There, through the yellow haze, a towel, Michael was waving a towel. She grabbed her telescope and honed it on him, carefully focusing. He was watching her through his binoculars and once he realized she could see him, he tossed the towel to the ground. Moving his hand to his chest he signed, "I love you." She replied, "I love you too... miss you." "Alone?" he asked. She shook her head no, "Others are here, but will leave soon." "Soon?" "Yes, soon." She watched Michael move his hand to his belt and begin to unfasten it. It returned to his chest and he asked, "Can they seem me?" "No, they are on the other side." Letting the binoculars hang from his neck, Michael removed his clothes, finally standing with only his over coat hanging from his shoulders, open at the front. Feeling a tingling inside her, she looked at him, letting the telescope move slowly from his face, lightly kiss his neck and then descend down his chest. She paused, imagining her tongue lightly teasing his nipples, she moved from one nipple to the other, dancing over him with her lips, before cascading down his stomach. Finding the tight curls of is pubic hair, she savored the wet shine, as the mist gently soaked his body now. "We are going down now, are you coming?" she heard her friend call out. "No, I'm going to stay up her a bit." "Don't stay too long, the clouds are moving in. Remember what happened to Ally." She waved them on, remembering the blisters that covered Ally after she was caught in the storm. Shaking her head, she returned her attention to Michael, fixing her eye on the telescope as she unbuttoned her blouse. She quickly opened it and unfastened her bra, baring her breasts to her distant lover. Removing her pants, she stood up, legs apart, letting Michael gaze at her body. She moved her hands to her hair, tossed it and then drew them down over her neck continuing to her breasts. Feeling her nipples harden, she ran her palms over them in a circular motion, letting him touch her, tease her from his distant rooftop. Returning to the telescope, she noticed a blur of motion and let the view continue down his body, focusing on the movement of his hand over his cock. She signaled him to pause a moment and he quickly removed his hand, letting her see his erection. Remembering the feel of him inside her, she looked closely at him, imaging her tongue running over the top of his shaft, following the swollen vein that so intrigued her, turning her head to follow the upward curve of him. That upward curve, the way he moved, the way it pressed against her clit when he thrust deep into her, she felt him easing into her, her fingers only mimicking the feel of him. His hand returned to that beautiful erection and began its slow stroke again, as Heather moved her fingers from her wet opening and slid upward to her clit. She watched him increase his pace and she moved quicker in turn, concentrating on his movement, on how his hips now leaned forward as if he was pushing himself so deep inside her. Hurrying now, she moved frantically, seeing him begin to lose control, she slid three fingers up and down over her clit as she watched him through the telescope. His hand moved as he changed his grip to squeezing on just the shaft as he pumped and she knew he was coming. She let herself go, feeling the wave of sensation take her as she watched him spurt in small arcs over the edge of the building. Pulsations ran through her as she saw his white jism disappear from her view, wishing he was coming inside her, wishing she could feel him, hear him breathe, taste his sweat. Shuddering, she looked up from the telescope and spotted where the storm was gathering. She quickly motioned to Michael, who quickly pulled on his pants and grabbed up his clothes. She buttoned up her blouse and pulled on her pants and then peeked back into the telescope. Michael was standing at the doorway watching through his binoculars. He quickly signed "I love you," and then motioned for her to get inside. Heather grabbed the telescope and opened the door back into the building. Looking back for him, the rooftop disappeared into the roiling cloud. She signed, "I love you too," then quickly closed the door behind her.   Distant Fingers Ch. 02 Ch. 02 (Distant Hands)         "And she fears now the streets         That once led her to his house         Are erased by the colours         Of poisonous skies"                 from Chemical Sunset                 Jacob Holm-Lupo Days brought days and Heather could only watch for Michael on the rooftop, though shimmering chemical skies and the curving distortion of her telescope. She felt the frustration shudder through her body as they watched each other from this distance, his wonderful hands not touching her, her trembling fingers not touching him. She needed more, she needed him to fill her like only a man could, and though her toys brought her off, it was hollow, so empty not feeling him there. She could see the frustration in him too, as his tears fell from his face, even as he sent his beautiful white cum arcing to the ground below. Heather felt it deep inside, Michael needed her wet warmth. Michael seemed odd that evening, often fidgeting with his hand signals so she could hardly read the signs. After she had him repeat the signals several times, he finally shook his head and showed her, nervously backing away toward the door back into the building. He stepped inside and in a few moments walked back onto the roof, but this time he held a woman's hand. Heather looked closely, shocked at her appearance; it seemed as if Heather was looking at a distant mirror image. Somehow Michael had found someone that could be her sister, hell, she could be Heather's twin sister. Michael signed, "Please listen carefully, I am nervous so please watch closely." He looked into his binoculars for her reply. "Okay, please talk." "I love you Heather," his hands moved uncertainly, "and I want you desperately. I also know you love me too." "Yes," she sighed, her eye fixed on her telescope's eyepiece. "But I need to touch you, I need more than to simply have you watch me jack off, while you do the same, I need to feel your body." "I need you too Michael," she replied, still watching through the telescope. "This is... no, her name is not important. It's only important that we... that you know she is you." "But how?" "What I want you to do is find a guy, someone you can bring to the roof top." She stood back from the telescope and then looking out across the mist, she signed, "You want me to find another man?" She quickly moved back and peeked through the telescope to see his reply. "Yes, but understand, you must understand, this is only something until we get back together." "Okay," she quickly replied, "Go on." "Once you find someone, we meet back up here and… well, I do to her what I want to do to you and she does to me what you want to do to me. You and your guy do the same, all the while you and I watch each other." "And..." His hands began moving quickly, "...we'll be doing each other, feeling each other, even if it is just... just..." He finished his sentence by pointing at the woman. "What is her name?" "Her name is not important." "It is to me. What is her name?" He turned his head and said something to the woman. The woman replied and then Michael answered, "Her name is Gabby... Gabriele." "And she is okay with this?" "She's up here isn't she?" "But she is okay with you using her as a stand in?" "Yes, at least for now." "How am I going to find a guy for this?" "Come on Heather, you know you will have no problem." "Okay, but he may not look like you," she replied. "Just as long as you can picture him as me… in your mind," Michael signed. "Well, I guess I need to find a fourth for our party." "Heather, look, Gabby's willing to do something for right now. I don't want to do anything with her until you get your guy, but she wanted to do something for us." "What can she do?" "Just watch," Michael replied and pointed. Gabby had opened her blouse and was running her hands over them, pinching her nipples between her fingers. Initially wanting to turn away, Heather glanced quickly at Michael through the telescope and then focused her attention on Gabby. The woman had stepped out of her pants and now wore only her long jacket, which, open as it was, exposed everything. Heather moved the telescope back to Michael and noticed him intently watching her. Returning her gaze back to Gabby, Heather saw her nimble fingers slither though the thick patch of curly pubic hair and descend to her slit. She felt a strange tingling in her stomach as she, for the first time, watched another woman masturbate. Feeling herself getting wet, she resisted the urge to slip her hand into her panties and mimic the woman's movements. Glancing once again at Michael, he was only watching Gabby's performance, so Heather took a deep breath and turned the telescope back to the woman. Before zooming in on the moving fingers, she looked her over, seeing that Gabby's breasts seemed to sag some. Moving her focus downward, she saw the distinct light toned scar that ran horizontally just below her tan line. Thinking to herself that Gabby was definitely older than Heather and Michael, Heather let her gaze lower. The woman's hips moved furiously back and forth as her fingers circled on her clit. The other hand reached out to Michael, who clasped her hand, but didn't move any closer. Zooming out a little on the telescope, Heather watched as Gabby writhed holding Michael's hand, finally coming with a moan Heather could almost hear. Gabby then looked up toward Heather and waved, her fingers glistening from her wetness. Stepping away from the telescope, Heather signed, "I'll look for some one now, certainly I should find someone in the building." Looking back into her telescope, she saw Michael smile. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," she replied and then headed for the door back into the building. She wondered exactly what she would say to her perspective stand-in lover. Distant Fingers Ch. 03   Distant Fingers Ch. 03 (Distant Lovers)         "With the image of his profile         Still etched on teary eyes"                 from Chemical Sunset                 Jacob Holm-Lupo The next day Heather pondered the possibilities in spite of the overwhelming feeling of foreboding that gnawed at her. She didn't want to find someone else to touch, she wanted to touch Michael, wanted him to touch her, but she knew that simply could not happen. What little news she had of the situation outside was very bad, virtually the entire city had collapsed into chaos under the weight of the disaster. Communications were down and the city had power only to about twenty percent of its population. City services were completely overwhelmed, in fact all emergency and law enforcement had abandoned everything south of the Interstate. Remembering the warnings before the disaster, Heather shook her head, amazed at the lack of foresight, the utter incompetence displayed by the Government, from the Federal on down. Now, the streets were ruled by wandering street gangs and even the lightest rainfall coming from the west could kill anyone caught unprotected. Diverting her mind from such grim thoughts, Heather pictured Michael, imagining his arms wrapping around her, his hands cupping her ass. She smiled at the image, but then she remembered Gabby… Gabriele, Michael's substitute partner, a woman he would soon be touching while he watched Heather with another man. Initially it seemed exciting to her and watching Gabby masturbating on the rooftop had turned Heather on, but now, after thinking about it all, Heather was feeling more and more uncomfortable about the situation. Uncomfortable, but already committed to finding someone she could take to the rooftop and… and fuck while Michael watched from his rooftop. After thinking about it some more, Heather suddenly remembered Andrew, a quiet, nerdy guy several floors down from her. Though she didn't really know him, they'd said "Hi" a few times when passing each other in the building. Before meeting Michael, Heather had tried to generate some interest in Andrew, but the guy either was uninterested, or simply missed some pretty obvious overtones. Even though the building's stairs spiraled though a sky lit atrium, the seemingly endless gloom outside made the passage down to Andrew's apartment a bit treacherous without electric lighting. Nearly stumbling several times, Heather finally reached the level ground of Andrew's hallway and knocked on his door. He didn't answer, so she knocked louder, leaning her head against the door and calling out loudly, "Hi, we don't really know each other; I'm Heather... from upstairs." She heard the loud click of the deadbolt and the door opened just a few inches. Two eyes peeked over the dull brass chain, "Heather?" "Yes, from upstairs. We haven't really met, but I've seen you here." "Here?" "In the building." Heather watched the door slowly close, listened to Andrew fumble with the chain and then waited as the door creaked open. She looked at the man, he wore a perfectly ironed white shirt, top button buttoned, adorned with a pocket protector full of an assortment of pens and pencils. He held a heavy-looking apron in his hands and he smelled of chemicals. "Yes?" he said, looking her over apprehensively. Feeling suddenly self-conscious about how she looked, she grabbed the ends of her shirt and pulled downward a bit, hoping to mask some of the wrinkles. "I ah... I wonder if I could come inside, I want to talk, to ask you something." "Ugh, I don't know, I'm kind of..." "Look, I don't mind, my place is an absolute mess too. I mean without power how can you do anything to..." she gasped as he stepped back. She followed him down a dark entry foyer that was lined with perfectly stacked cans of food, all arranged in some precise order. The different colored cans seemed to stripe the length of the room. Stepping into the living room she saw his shelves, lined with water bottles. Andrew closed a door to one of his rooms and stepped back to the dining area where he pointed to a chair and asked, "Would you like to sit down?" She sat while he walked over to the kitchen sink, pulled on a small valve and ran his hands though a stream of water. He grabbed a bar of soap, lathered up his hands and then ran them back into the stream of water. He then dried his hands on a towel that neatly hung from a hook on the side of his cabinets. "Sorry, I was working in my darkroom, didn't have a chance to clean up." "Darkroom? Aren't they all dark?" He smiled and laughed, "No, I mean where I process my photographs." "You take pictures, can I see?" "No! Ah, no, they're not ready yet, and besides they are just pictures of the building, some of the damage it is taking from the acid rains." "Oh, how bad is it?" "It's very bad, I mean you'd expect problems with the structural steel, the corrosion, but the acid has seeped into the concrete and is reacting with the reinforcing steel. This reaction is causing the concrete to spall." "Spall?" "Big chunks of it break off." "Because of the steel?" "The steel reinforcing bars in the concrete, see, almost all of this concrete has steel bars in it, it's designed to help the concrete which is weak in tension." She had to change the subject quick, before he simply bored her to death. "Do you take pictures of people?" Heather noticed his eyes quickly lock on hers and she suddenly seemed very nervous. He was nervous before, but seemed to calm a bit talking about the damage to the building, now he reacted strange, almost guilty. "Some people." "Anyone I know?" "Well, people in the building," he answered, now blinking quickly, as if fighting off tears. "But mostly people in other buildings, I take them out the windows and from the roof." "The roof, that's what I wanted to talk with you about. It's kind of embarrassing, but I have a friend..." "Michael." "Yes, do you know Michael?" "No, I have just heard of him. He lives over there," he said, nodding toward his window. "Yes, well, Michael and I..." "Are a couple, yes I know." "Look, we've gotten stranded apart and with the bridge as it is and everything, hell, I'm afraid to simply go outside, much less crossing the river. Anyway, we... ah we do things, things so the other one can watch." "I know." "Wait a minute, you know?" "I see him, on the roof top." "You see what he does?" "Yes." "But it's so far away." "Telephoto lens." "You've got pictures of that?" she asked, suddenly realizing why he was acting strangely. "A few." Feeling a bit odd about this admitted voyeurism, she figured that, given similar circumstances she probably would have done the same thing. "Look, I was wondering… ah, I go up on the roof top too, Michael and I watch each other." "I saw him with his binoculars, I wondered…" "Yes, well I was up on our roof, and that leads me to why I am here. It's a thing we do, Michael and I, he, well he does what you saw him do, while I, well, I touch myself." "It is curious," Andrew said, "I wonder of the people on the street below." "Street below? Oh yes, you mean when he comes over the edge of the building. I don't figure there are many people around." "No, probably not, but I just imagine if there were." "A strange rain," she replied. "Do you come?" She looked at Andrew, tried to see through his curious expression, tried to weigh all the circumstances, all the good and bad of the situation. Face it the guy was strange, with stacks of food and who knows what else in the apartment. But, come to think of it, if the problems in the city get much worse, Andrew might be the perfect friend to have. Taking a deep breath she simply blurted it out, "Look, we need someone to come up on the roof and have sex with me while Michael watches from the other building. And yes, I do come." "I'll do it." "You see, he has a girl there and will have sex with her while I watch him, it's kind of like me having sex with him, while I'm stranded over her." "I said yes." "Yes... yes you did, good. Look tomorrow afternoon, say two o'clock, we meet there on the roof." "Sure, but..." "But what?" "It's been a while for me." "How long?" she asked, curious about when this guy ever had sex. "A long time." "Have you been with a woman before?" "I'm almost thirty years old, of course I've been with a woman, it has just been a long time." "So what are you asking?" "Could we..." "No, I need to do that up where Michael watches." "But if I don't I'll be so quick up there, I don't want to look... I mean since someone will be watching." "You can just..." "I've never seen a woman touch herself; I'll do what you want if I can see you touch yourself." "I don't know..." "Like I said, it has been a while for me. If you'll just touch yourself and I'll, I'll..." "What the hell, we might as well take a peek," Heather said with a sigh. "Oh good, over there on the couch?" "And you?" "I'll just move this chair." Heather moved to the couch and pulled her pants off, looking up at Andrew. He carefully dropped his pants to his ankles and then worked his erection out from his shorts. Heather gazed at it as she licked her fingers and moved them down to her clit. She began circling them slowly while still focusing on his cock. Though not as long as Michael's, Andrew's cock appeared a bit thicker, and the large, purple head seemed bigger. It glistened now, as the precum oozed onto it as his hands moved quickly. Hearing his moan, she watched closely as he suddenly stood up and thrust his hips forward, spurting a long white arc of cum onto the glass coffee table. Wanting to give Andrew a bit more of a show, Heather slipped her fingers inside her cunt and arched her back, trying to convince him she was coming. She moaned a bit and then relaxed as Andrew dabbed a towel over the head of his cock and then moved to the table to clean the thick white puddles that had fallen there. He then grabbed some glass cleaner, sprayed the surface and polished the glass to a bright shine. Heather pulled on her pants as Andrew returned the chair to the kitchen, taking several moments to make sure the chairs were arranged perfectly. He then ran sprayed some cleaner on the table where Heather had sat earlier and cleaned the table. Noticing her staring at him he said, "Fingerprints." She nodded and then said, "Look, wear your heavy raincoat." He looked questioningly at her, "Raincoat?" "Tomorrow, for when we go out on the roof." "Yes, yes, like Michael does." She quickly left the apartment wondering if she had made a wise decision, wondering if this Andrew was not some sicko. Heather climbed back to her apartment figuring she'd find out tomorrow.   Distant Fingers Ch. 04   Distant Fingers Ch. 04 (Distant Touch)         “And the Chemical Sunset         That stained their goodbye”                 from Chemical Sunset                 Jacob Holm-Lupo Heather pulled her heavy, long jacket over her naked body as she prepared to head for the roof. Glancing out her window, she saw the prevailing gray skies that hung over the city since... since... well, for a long time. She whispered to herself, “If only the sun would come out....” She didn’t finish her thought, she knew it was hopeless to hope. She grabbed her telescope and headed to the stairwell. Climbing the stairs she saw Andrew waving from the landing next to the door onto the roof. She waved back and said, “You’re here early.” “I didn’t want to miss you.” “I’d have waited,” she replied. “I didn’t want to chance it,” he mumbled nervously. Feeling nervous herself, Heather tried to hide the trembling in her hands by gripping the handrail tightly as she slowly ascended the stairs. Stepping onto the landing, she felt the light from outside flood over her, as Andrew opened the door outward and stepped onto the roof. Though cloudy, it was much brighter out there than in the dark stairwell and Heather squinted some as she followed Andrew onto the roof. She carefully set up her telescope as her eyes adjusted to the light. When she could finally see, she looked over to Michael’s building, spotting him and Gabby. Heather moved near her telescope and noticing Michael was watching her through his binoculars she signed to him, “Hi, this is Andrew.” She pointed over to Andrew and then looked back at Michael through the telescope. “Andrew?” he signed. “Yes, so?” “Andrew?” “Yes Andrew,” she replied, “do you have a problem with that?” “No, no problem, but Andrew?” “Look, this was your idea...” “No, no, Andrew is fine and I thought you liked the idea.” “Yeah, well...” she paused. “It’s going to be fine, just watch,” Michael answered, reaching over and pulling Gabby over to him. Heather grabbed Andrew and pulled him over to her, kissing him hard on the lips, letting her tongue dart into his mouth, teasing him. “Hey, we starting already?” he asked. “Just follow his lead,” she said, nodding to the other rooftop. “Wow, he doesn’t waste any time,” Andrew replied, opening up Heather’s coat, exposing her pale body to him. He immediately moved his mouth to her breasts as she turned her head and looked through the telescope. Focusing on Michael’s face, she watched him quickly suck on Gabby’s nipples, moving from one to the other. Heather grabbed Andrew’s head and guided him, mimicking Michael’s movements, trying to picture Michael doing these things to her. Michael, quickly slid down Gabby’s stomach and settled beneath her furry patch of pubic hair, his head bobbing rhythmically. Heather quickly grabbed Andrew’s head and pushed him down between her legs, throwing one leg up over his shoulder as she leaned back against a short wall and looked through the telescope. Gabby leaned back, pushing her hips forward, thrusting her pussy onto Michael’s face and then suddenly jerking forward spasmodically, grabbing his head as she leaned over him, her breast hanging down onto his head. Feeling Andrew’s tongue darting in and out of her cunt, she pulled his head upward and hissed, “On the clit, on the clit.” Yes… his tongue found her and circled slowly over her tiny nub. Glancing back to the telescope she saw that Gabby had Michael’s cock in her hand as she slowly slid her mouth over him. Michael was signing frantically, “Do his cock, I want to see you do his cock.” “But I haven’t...” “His cock, I want to see you suck his cock.” Frustrated now, Heather pulled away from Andrew, her clit still tingling from his tongue, and kneeled in front of him, taking his hard cock into her mouth. Pumping his shaft with her right hands, she toyed with his balls with her left, as her tongue worked around his head. Tasting the bitter jolt of Andrew’s precum, she sucked hard on him, moving her head up and down on him. In the distance Heather could see two dark forms writhing on the rooftop, but without taking time to adjust the telescope, she couldn’t see much, just a shadowy movement. She felt Andrew’s cock suddenly get thicker as he surged his hips forward. Hot spurts of his sticky come splashed into her mouth, as she fought to keep from gagging. She tried to swallow, but choked a bit, finally pulling away from him and letting his jism drool out of her mouth and splash onto the roof. She continued pumping his shaft with her hand, and closed her mouth over the dark head of his cock to suck the last few drops she milked from him. Slowly rising up, she leaned and peeked through the telescope. Gabby was still working on Michael, her head moving side to side as her hand pumped him up and down. Michael signed to Heather, “Why did you stop, keep sucking him, I want to see you while Gabby… while Gabby.” Heather stood up and raised her middle finger, holding it motionless, making sure he read the sign properly. After a few moments, without looking for his response, Heather grabbed her telescope in one hand, grabbed Andrew with her other and pulled him back inside the building. On the top landing, Heather leaned back against the railing and pushed Andrew to his knees. He immediately moved his tongue to her clit, moving it in warm, wet circles over her. She closed her eyes, feeling him as he eased a finger into her wet opening, slowly moving deeper and deeper into her aching cunt. Moving her hips in unison with his tongue she felt the wave of pleasure building inside her. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him, watching his head move as she savored the sensations, suddenly pulsing over his fingers as she came. Andrew didn’t stop, continuing with his tongue, thrusting his fingers inside her as her orgasm passed and she felt the pleasure building again. She felt him suddenly pause as he whispered, “What about Michael?” “Fuck Michael,” she replied, then thinking for a moment she moaned, “No, not Michael, fuck you Andrew.” She pulled his face away from her wet pussy and pushed him back onto his back. Seeing his cock pointing up at her, he straddled him and lowered herself onto him. Feeling him fill her, she moved on him, grinding her clit onto him as she took him deep into her body. In moments she came again, feeling her muscles squeezed over him with their wet, firm warmth. Catching her breath, she felt the last of his twitches and realized he had come again too. She leaned forward and kissed his mouth, thinking to herself that her distant lover was suddenly much closer now.   Distant Fingers Ch. 05   Distant Fingers Ch. 05 (Distant Vision)         "She left him on the roof         Looking out onto the city         Its towers of concrete and steel"                 from Chemical Sunset                 Jacob Holm-Lupo After abandoning Michael on the rooftop, Heather returned with Andrew to his apartment, suddenly beginning to understand what she hadn't seen in the months with Michael. How ironic it was that it wasn't until she took Andrew onto the roof that she saw Michael for what he was. "How could I have been such a fool, why didn't I see it before?" she exclaimed, sitting at the dining room table. "I always thought you knew, I figured you were seeing other people too. I mean, the way you approached me." "It was at his request," she growled. "You mean you really didn't want me…" "No, no, I didn't mean that… exactly. When we could be together, I thought Michael and I… I thought it was just us. Obviously I was wrong, but even when we got split up, I didn't plan to find anyone else, it was his idea to watch each other with someone else." "It was his idea?" "Yes, but I was the one who chose you, in fact I think it bothered him that I picked you. I had mentioned to him that there was a time I had some interest in you…" "A time, when?" "Don't you remember, last year, I started talking to you, in the hall and things." "But… I never realized." "I figured you just weren't interested." Andrew sat heavily into his chair, "Not interested, damn." "Wait a minute, how did you know Michael was seeing other people when he was with me?" "I saw him, I photographed him." "You photographed him?" "Yes." "Can I see the pictures?" "Are you sure you want to?" he asked. "Yes, I need to," she replied. He stood up and moved toward a door that was locked with a padlock. Heather got up to follow, but he quickly turned and said, "There's a lot of chemicals and stuff in there, it's quite a mess, I'll bring the pictures to you." She sat back down and watched as he disappeared into the room, and then emerged with several stacks of photographs. He placed them on the far corner of the table and then sat next to her, between her and the pictures. "Tell me again, are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "Gabby's not the only one," he said, placing several large pictures in front of her. Heather took a deep breath, scooted up in the chair and looked at the first of the pictures, a large picture seemingly washed in a gray. She could only see the silhouettes of two people though a window. The man's hand was clearly cupping the woman's breast as she reached toward his waist. The other pictures were similarly vague. "How can you even tell who it is?" "Those were taken before I figured out the right combination of lens and filter to cut though the chemical mist. These were taken about a month later," he said, handing her a small stack of pictures. These pictures were much clearer, showing Michael and Gabby in bed together. The first reminiscent of the seen she observed on the roof, with her leaning back on the bed and Michael kneeling in front of her, his head buried in her crotch. The second picture showed Michael on his back, with his cock halfway into her mouth. "When were these taken?" "I'm not sure, but it was when you were with him." "How do you know?" "Look at this picture," he said, handing her another photograph. "I zoomed back with this one, you can clearly see the two of them through this window." "Yes, it's the same evening." "Look through this window," he whispered, pointing at an adjacent window in the building. "There, in another room…" "It's me. Fuck it's me. Son of a bitch, he's doing her while I'm in the next room. In his fucking apartment, in the next room," she groaned. Looking closer at the picture, a look of understanding came over her face. "It's when I was sick, I must have slept for two days straight." "He didn't sleep much." "That fucking piece of shit, you said there were others?" Andrew just nodded his head slowly and handed her a large stack of pictures. "They're not dated, but they all happened over the last six or seven months." "Since the accident?" "Yes, the chemical release and the city's breakdown pretty well confined me here. I take photos, and well, once I got the filters worked out, this was the best stuff around." Heather flicked through the pictures, losing count of the different women at seven. "Where was I when all this was happening?" "Different places. Some of these photos you can see are not in his apartment." "How did you get them all?" "There are a lot of places in this building, and until just recently I could move to other buildings," he walked over toward the window and pointed, "That building will get…" he leafed through some shots. "Yeah, here, from that building I could shoot into her apartment." "Damn son of a bitch." "I'm sorry, with you around so much, I just thought you were okay with it all," he said, as he began gathering up the pictures. "No, no leave them out," she said, spreading them out on the table. Standing up, she opened her jacket and tossed it aside, leaving her naked. She leaned back and eased herself up onto the table, sitting on top of a number of pictures. "What…" he stopped as she held a finger to his lips. "Andrew, I want you to eat me, right here like this. I want you to eat me like you were on the roof." He immediately scooted the chair up and moved his face between her legs, kissing her thighs, slowly working to her fragrant pussy. He dipped his tongue into her once again, savoring her flavor a moment before moving up to her clit. Circling with his tongue, he toyed with her clit, teasing it with his tongue as he moved his hand up to her wet opening. Heather wiped Michael from her mind, opening herself completely to Andrew, feeling his penetrate her with his fingers as his tongue drove her wild. In just a few minutes she came, feeling the photographs stick to her ass as she rose off of the table. She looked down and saw Andrew move his head from her, his face glistening with saliva and her juices. He tossed off his jacket and moved toward her, his cock, hard again. Reaching down and grabbing him, Heather pulled him to her, gasping loudly as he plunged his erection deep inside her. Still sensitive from just coming, she immediately felt the pleasure building in her again and moaned as she came in just moments as Andrew continued thrusting into her. The table creaked as it began scooting across the floor under the onslaught of Andrew's movement. Heather reached up and pinched his nipples as he pounded into her, his balls slapping loudly against her ass. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she took him, each savage thrust as he fucked her like she had never been fucked before. It was primal, savage in intensity as he finally, finally arched his back, lifting her off the table and came. Heather felt herself slam back onto the table as he collapsed onto her, his weight crushing her breasts, taking her breath away. She fought to breathe, wheezing under him for several moments before he rose up and let her slide from under him. She slipped away and tumbled onto the floor, as Andrew rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. Catching her breath after a few minutes, she sat up and looked at her lover. Andrew lay on the table, his cock limply hanging down between his legs, as a last drop of cum dripped onto one of the photographs. Standing up, Heather looked down at the picture and smiled as the sticky white liquid spread out, covering Michael's face.