****** Storm by Cin ******
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Storm


Part 1

Our once every other month girl's night out. After dinner and dessert, we all
headed our separate ways home. Five of us had been friends for years and
tonight was the first time my neighbor had joined us. It was our usual night of
too much food, too much wine, too much laughter and we were feeling euphoric.
Since she lived just around the block from me, we had ridden together to the
restaurant. Now, on our way back home, well past midnight, a quiet settled in
the car. We pulled into her driveway and she invited me in for a movie or just
to talk. Her husband traveled out of town quite often and she was lonely for
companionship. He was away on business this weekend and the house was quiet and
dark as we headed up the sidewalk to her front door. A cat suddenly ran out of
the bushes making us both jump, then burst into laughter. That started us
giggling again like school girls, as she found her key and unlocked the door.
We went inside, discussing our options for the rest of the evening. She was
refilling our wine glasses when lightning flashed in the sky and a few seconds
later, thunder rumbled in the distance.

"Sounds like we're in for another storm."

She just stood staring out of the large plate glass window.

"I've never gotten used to the storms out here. It sounds ridiculous, I know,
but I've been afraid of thunder and lightning since I was a child. I can't
explain why, but I've never grown out of it. It's worse when my husband is
gone. He usually just holds me tight and tells me some story about, oh, I don't
know, dragons and princesses or something, until he gets my mind off of it and
has me laughing. I miss him on nights like this." She paused. "I didn't hear
anything about a storm coming today."

She shivered as she talked and wrapped her arms around herself.

I walked over to the window, behind her, to look out at the night sky. A flash
of lightning lit the horizon and she jumped.

"Well, I'm not your husband, but I can try to make up a story if you'd like?"

I kept my voice soft and reassuring. Thunder once again rumbled, this time
closer. Rain began tinkling on the window, slowly at first then faster, as the
storm clouds approached us. Another bolt of lightning, the thunder that much
closer and the next thing we knew, we were plunged into darkness.

"Oh no."

I heard her moan.

"Hey, it's ok. Just tell me where the candles and matches are and I'll take
care of it."

"In the nightstand drawer, next to my bed."

"Ok, let's go get them then, since it will probably be hours before the power
comes back on. Give me your hand. Now, which way is the bedroom?"

"This way. Watch out for the table."

Lightning lit the room for a second and she reached out to take my hand. We
started down the hallway. Thunder shook the house. I felt her tremble and grip
my hand tighter.

"Boy, I could sure use one of those dragon stories, right about now!" She
giggled nervously.

"It'll be all right, just as soon as we get those candles lit."

We stumbled into the bedroom, as more lightning and thunder crossed the sky.
She had my hand in a death grip now and I had to nudge her to move towards the
bed.

"Which side are they on?"

"My side... the left hand side... no, I mean the right hand side... oh... I
sleep on the right hand side of my husband... no, wait... he sleeps on my left
side, so that makes it..." Her voice was trembling...

"It's ok, sweetheart. Now, just walk over to your side of the bed and we'll see
if we can't find those candles, ok?" I said in my calmest voice.

"Oh, ok. Here. They're in the drawer right here. There should be matches there,
too. I always keep matches in the drawer. That way when I need a candle they're
together... because you need matches to light candles and...."

I could hear the panic building in her voice.

"Ok, ok. Yes, I found them. Now, why don't you just sit down on the bed while I
get these lit? That's it. I'm not going anywhere. Feel my knee? I'll leave it
right up against yours while I light the candles."

"Thank you. I feel so stupid. It's so childish to be afraid of storms. You must
think I'm crazy."

"No, I don't think you're crazy. It's ok... really, it's ok."

I struck the match and touched the flame to the wick. A soft light began to
grow and

make shadows in the room. I turned to look at her and saw the fear in her eyes.

"How about if we just sit here on the bed for awhile? Would that make you feel
safer?" I lit another candle and placed it next to the bed with the other one.

"Yes, that would be nice."

The rain was coming down hard now. We could hear it on the pounding on the roof
and beating against the windows. Still more lightning and thunder. This time
they came so close to each other it seemed the storm was right over the house.

"Oh nooo" she moaned again.

I turned and reached for her, to give her comfort and she fell into my arms and
buried her face in my neck.

"I've never liked storms, since I was a little girl. My parents tried
everything but nothing worked. I used to hide in the closet, under my blanket
and try to yell louder than the thunder, but I could still hear it. I thought
the lightning came down and hit you if you were bad."

Her words came out in a whispered rush and I had to strain to understand her...
I reached up to smooth the hair out of her face and felt a teardrop hit my
hand. She really was scared of the storm!

"Shh... it's ok. Let's think of something else... ummm... when is your husband
due home?"

"He wasn't sure. He said it could be one day or three, depending on how things
went with his clients."

"Has he been gone long this time?"

"Two weeks."

Two weeks, poor girl. During the last two weeks, we had had several storms and
I wondered how she coped through them alone.

"Ok. So, when he gets home... what's the first thing you're going to do?"

"The first thing? Well, I was planning on surprising him at the door. His
birthday is next week, but he's going to be out of town so I wanted to do
something special for him before he left."

I noticed that she was calming down some. Now, if only the lightning and
thunder would fade.

"How were you going to surprise him? Anything particular in mind?"

"Yes." She hesitated. "I was going to open the door with just my apron on. He
loves for me to pin my hair up so I look like a French maid. I even have
fishnet stockings that I wear for him sometimes."

I could feel her blushing, but at least her mind was off of the storm.
Lightning flashed again, but the thunder that followed it wasn't as loud or as
strong. I counted in my head... one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three
Missi... yes, it was moving farther away. Ok, just a little bit longer and the
storm would be past us completely. Better keep her focused on something else.

"Wow. I bet you look great. You have such a nice shape. Your husband is a very
lucky man."

"You think so? I don't think I'm very pretty at all. Not sexy, like you are."

"I think you are very sexy. And very, very pretty. I love the way your hair
sways when you walk. And you have beautiful eyes. And a beautiful smile."

Flash! One Mississippi... two Mississippi... three Mississippi... four
Mississip... Boom! Yes, it was moving out of our area now. She didn't even seem
to notice this time, just sat there looking at me with a great big tear drop
stuck on her cheek. I reached out to catch it on my fingertip.

"Thank you. I think you are very beautiful, too. I love the way you laugh and
the way that you look at me when I am talking to you... like you are really
listening. It makes me feel special. You've been such a good friend."

My heart was pounding, as I sat there with my hand resting on her cheek. She
was less than six inches away... five inches... four... three... closer
still... I could feel her breath on my face as we met in the softest of kisses.

"Oh, my." Barely a whisper left her lips. "Oh, my. That was a surprise."

"It surprised me, too. I've never kissed another woman before. I'm sorry if I
offended you, but it just felt... so... I don't know... right."

"No, it was ok... it was... nice... not at all what I thought it would be
like."

Silence. Rain still coming down outside, thunder now miles away.

"Would you mind if I kissed you again?"

Our whispers floated in the space between us.

"No, I wouldn't mind at all. I think I might even like it."

I leaned forward to touch her lips to mine again. Softly. So softly, it was
barely a kiss. My hand caressed her cheek and slid under her hair to cradle her
neck. I deepened the kiss slightly and felt her respond by leaning closer to
me. Her lips parted under mine. Tenderly searching, her tongue brushed mine. I
felt a warmth flood my body. Off in the distance, thunder rolled on. I felt
thunder of a different kind roll through her body as she moaned into my mouth.
We broke the kiss, both of us breathless. In the space of a heartbeat, we knew.
This couldn't end in just a few chaste kisses. She brought her hand up to my
face, testing my reaction, then placed it over my heart.

"I can feel your heart pounding as hard as mine."

I smiled at her nervously.

"Yes. I can feel yours, too. You are so beautiful. Are you sure you want to do
this?"

We sat in perfect stillness, as she weighed curiousity against guilt,
nervousness against wonder. I saw her decision in her eyes at the same time she
slid her hand over to cover my breast. My heart quickened. I pulled her back
into another kiss, this time with no hesitation from either of us. Once we
crossed the line, there was no going back. I reached for the buttons on her
blouse. She felt the zipper on the back of my dress. Each layer removed like
unwrapping a precious gift. Clothes were dropped in piles on the floor. We were
like two giddy schoolgirls away from their parents for the first time. We
wanted to see and touch and taste everything. The last piece of clothing hit
the floor and we were finally flesh to flesh. We pulled the blankets back and
lay face to face. We explored everything with our fingers and eyes and mouths.
Each kiss stronger, deeper, more intense. I buried my face in the crook of her
neck and inhaled her perfume. Nibbling on her neck made her arch her back and
moan in my ear. I gently turned her onto her back and continued kissing her.
Light soft kisses along her neck and chest. I came to her nipple and found it
hard with excitement. Carefully, I took it in my mouth and sucked lightly. She
moaned louder and pressed up onto my tongue. One of her hands reached up to the
back of my head and applied firm but gentle pressure, forcing me to suck and
bite harder. I eased off and kissed my way to her other nipple, bringing my
hand up to caress the one I left behind. Again, she pressed me down onto her
skin. I ran my hands along her sides and down her smooth stomach. She curled
herself up to meet my hand and I touched her wetness for the first time.

Another loud moan, but I wasn't sure if it was from her or me. I began kissing
my way towards her hips, taking my time as I go. Soon, I was face to face with
her wetness. We were both breathing hard, ready and not ready at the same time.
I placed a hand on either side of her thighs, leaned forward and breathed in
her scent. My mouth watered at the aroma and my breathing came hard and fast. I
glanced up and could see her chest rise and fall. Gathering up my courage, I
lightly swept my tongue across her. I let the flavor play on my taste buds.
Thick and creamy. A lot sweeter than I had imagined.

I dipped my head into her again and let my teeth graze her skin. Sucking
lightly and pulling at the same time. She began lifting herself up to meet my
mouth, setting her own rocking motion. I moved my hands farther down her thighs
and held her legs open wider, gaining full access. I lapped up the juice that
was spilling out and then fastened my mouth more firmly to her and began
sucking. My tongue and lips plaid on her most sensitive parts and I could feel
her muscles begin to shake. As her climax neared, she grabbed the blankets to
either side of her in tight fists, both wanting and fighting the feelings
coming over her. I felt her body begin to throb against my tongue as she cried
out, but I continued sucking her. I quickly became addicted to the flavor of
her and did not want to stop my feasting. I slid my hands underneath her to
steady her and hold her against me. Her spasms subsided slowly, until finally,
she released the blankets and sighed heavily. I took one last long drink of her
and slid up her body. Laying prone on top of her, I brushed the hair back out
of her face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"That was incredible" she whispered, reaching up tenderly to brush back my
hair, also.

She pulled me down into another deep kiss, passing the flavor of her own
excitement between us. Suddenly aggressive, she rolled me to my back and sat up
next to me on the bed.

"I want to do the same to you. Do you mind? I've never been with another woman
before. I want to experience what my husband does. I want to. I want you."

I nodded to her, my pulse quickening. I lay on my back, looking up at her and
slowly raised my legs. I held my arms out to her and she bent over me for a
kiss. She followed the same path I had down her body, stopping to nibble and
kiss my nipples and the soft underside of each breast. Soon, she was between my
legs and I felt the smoothness of her skin against them. Much softer than even
the closest shaved face. She gently pushed my legs apart, then her warm breath
was on me. My heart was pounding in my ears, blocking out all sounds of the
rain still coming down outside.

She called my name quietly. I braced myself up on my elbows and looked down at
her. She looked directly into my eyes. She made such a beautiful sight, framed
by my thighs, with her hair hanging on either side, slightly tangled, the
candle light casting a warm glow to her face. She lowered her head and the
first touch of her tongue on my skin took my breath away. I could see my
nipples harder and I fought to keep my eyes open. I wanted to lay back and
enjoy each and every sensation, but she had her eyes locked to mine and I felt
spellbound. I watched as she treated me to the same pleasures I had given her.
I could feel my orgasm building, intensified by the sight of her and the
knowledge that she was very much female. Her tongue and teeth were driving me
over the edge and, as I neared my climax, she inserted one slender finger into
me. I kept my eyes on her for as long as I could, but in the end, I gave in to
the emotional and physical release. I threw back my head, moaning loudly in an
ancient, wordless song as she took me to paradise. She kept up her slow torture
for what seemed an eternity. Eventually, my pulse slowed, as did her
ministrations. She crept quietly up the bed until she lay in my arms. Pulling
the blankets around us, we slept.


Part 2

Home. He turns the corner onto his street and sees the strange car in his
driveway. Her cousin must have come to visit, after all, he thinks to himself.
Good. He was worried about her in this storm. He knows how thunder and
lightning affect her. He kills the lights as he pulls into the driveway, parks
and quietly gets out of the car. The rain is still coming down steadily, so he
hurries to the front porch. Slipping out of his wet shoes, he quietly unlocks
the front door. Candlelight greets him and he looks towards the clock on the
stove to check the time. No light. Power outage again! He doesn't hear any
noises in the house, so he assumes that she is sleeping... He quietly strips
out of his clothes, leaving them in the laundry room. Making as little noise as
possible, he heads down the hallway to the bedroom... As he nears the doorway,
he hears the bed shift and a body roll over in sleep. He stops, not wanting to
wake her up if she managed to sleep through the storm. Once the body movements
have settled, he enters the dark room. There's an aroma that tugs at his
memory, but he can't quite place it. He sniffs the air, pausing for a second,
trying to place the odor, but he can't so he shoves it to the back of his mind.
He is suddenly in a hurry to get to his wife. His body is reacting to the
thought of her.

Using the wall as a guide, he finds his way to the bed. He gently, slowly,
pulls back the blankets and starts to slide into the bed. She is sleeping on
his side of the bed again, something she does when she misses him, so he tries
to balance on the edge of them mattress until he can get her to move over a
little. He really doesn't mind at all. He's just glad to be home. He feels her
snuggle up against him, all heat and warmth next to his cold body, and he wraps
his arm around under her breasts. She turns in her sleep, spooning her body
into his. His body responds to her heat. He can smell perfume in her hair. He
reaches between them to ease her legs apart, placing one of her legs over and
behind his. She moans in her sleep and presses up against him. He feels that
she is wetter than usual and becomes even more aroused, visualizing her
masturbating while he was gone. He slides into her body and almost cums from
the intense heat as she wraps around him. Reaching up to adjust the blankets,
he feels her arm at an odd angle. Half road tired and half driven by desire, he
isn't thinking clearly. He follows what he thinks is her arm down the bed, to
her hand, to the ring she always wears, his mind coming to slowly. As it dawns
on him that it is his wife's arm, it also comes to him that the person next to
him is not his wife. Same smell, same shape, same feel as his wife but not his
wife. And he is buried inside of her. He softens at first as the reality
strikes him, then hardens even more as he puts the pieces together in his mind.
That aroma that he couldn't place is obvious now... Sex. He isn't sure how to
react, still inside her body as she sleeps deeply next to him. Who is she? The
room is too dark to see another body in his bed, much less who that body is. A
million thoughts race through his head as he lays there. He hears his wife
mumble something in her sleep and turn away from them.

He begins to move slowly, back and forth, easing in and out of this stranger's
body. It's been such a long time since he's felt this excited. More mumbling
from his wife and he can tell she is waking up. He feels her get up and head to
the bathroom, as he holds his breath. He lays there, not sure what to do. She
comes back into the room and he can see her silhouette against the window. She
stretches and climbs back into bed. She turns towards the stranger in between
them and leans forward for a kiss. As she nears, she senses something odd.
Breath. She can hear breathing. Heavy and warm. Familiar. Very familiar.

"Oh no." she barely whispers.

"Oh yes" her husband whispers back.

"I... oh god... I... ummm... I... oh no."

"Oh yes... Surprise, I'm home... Was it good?.. Did you enjoy it?.. Am I
assuming correctly here?"

"Oh honey... I didn't plan this... really I didn't. It just... sorta...
happened. I... oh no."

The stranger stirs between them and they both hold their breath. She snuggles
in closer to him, forcing his body even farther into her.

He keeps his voice calm, evenly paced and quiet.

"I thought it was you when I got in bed. She's feels just like you. What is she
doing here? Who is she?? Oh god, if she doesn't stop squirming, I'm going to
cum any second."

"What do you mean?? You aren't... no... tell me you aren't... oh god."

"Yes, I am. I told you I thought it was you. It was supposed to be you. Now I'm
in and it feels too good to pull out."

"Shhh... not so loud... she'll hear you and wake up. Oh god, what do we do
now?" Panic was creeping into her voice.

"It'll be ok... just calm down. Shh... honey it's ok... truth is, this is a big
turn on for me."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Now just relax and let me enjoy this, ok? Can you do that? We're
this far already, we might as well finish."

"Uhhh... I think so. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to leave, go to
the other room?" Her voice quivers.

"No, what I'd like is if you'd tell me about your evening. How did you end
up... here... together... like this?"

Her words come out in a whispered rush.

"It's not what you think. This is... this is the first time I've ever done...
this. She invited me to go out with her friends, something they do every other
month, just get together and see a movie or something. She lives around the
corner and offered to pick me up. So when we got back home I invited her in...
for a glass of wine... then the storm started... and you know how I hate
storms..."

"Yes, go on..."

He is still slowly easing in and out of her body, becoming more excited as he
listens to his wife tell her story.

"Well, the storm passed right over the house... and... she was so sweet. I felt
so... stupid, but she stayed... and... helped me get through it... you weren't
home and... I was scared... and she was here... and... well... it just
happened."

"What happened, honey? Go ahead. I want to hear it all."

"Oh god... my heart is pounding... what if she wakes up? What are we going to
do? I don't know what to do?" Her whispers were starting to rise again.

"Honey, shhh... calm down... if she wakes up, she wakes up. We'll deal with
that when the time comes. I have a feeling that when she does wake up, it will
be ok. Relax now and trust me... just enjoy this with me... think about how it
feels when I'm inside you and how it must feel for her. I'm very hard, you
know. It's been a long time since we were together last."

"Yes, I know."

The stranger stirs again and he draws in a quick breath.

"Oh god. Not yet. No. please, not yet. This feels too good." He lets out a low
moan as his body convulses inside her. She presses harder next to him. He
resists the urge to bite into her shoulder as he comes. She wraps her leg
around his and pulls him tighter to her. Her eyes flutter open, and in the dim,
early morning light, she sees that she isn't home. After a moment, she realizes
where she is and what happened the night before. A quick blush comes to her
cheeks, unnoticed in the pale light creeping in the window. Then comes the
realization that she is wrapped around someone, someone very definitely male.
She starts to pull away, but his arm holds her in place.

"It's ok," she hears in her ear. "I'm her husband. I apologize for this. I
thought you were my wife when I came to bed and once I found out you weren't
it, was too late. I'm sorry. I don't know if that helps or not."

"Oh, no... this isn't happening..."

"Yes, it is a little awkward, isn't it? But, like I told my wife, this is a
huge turn on for me. I've always wondered how two women would make love to each
other.

"Yes, well, umm... it's too late now, isn't it? This is so awkward. I can't
believe this is happening..."

His wife whispers something so low that neither one of them can hear her.

"What did you say, sweetheart? I couldn't hear you." he asks her.

"I said... 'It was wonderful.' " Again, a breathless whisper.

"Oh."

"It was. It was one of the most wonderful things I've ever felt. Wasn't it that
way for you, too?"

The sun was now starting to break the horizon and light filters into the room.
He can see how much like his wife this stranger was. He can feel his body
responding again.

So can she.

She takes a deep breath, pauses and whispers back,

"It was wonderful for me, too, if you want the truth. I'd never experienced
anything like that before."

His body grows, inch by inch, while listening to them talk and she can feel him
stretching her once more.

His wife reaches out to her. Placing her hand under her hair, she pulls in
close for a kiss. Hesitant at first, because her husband is watching, but
gaining confidence as she feels his approval. He watches as they kiss gently,
then deeper. He brings his hands up around them, urging his wife to move in
closer to the two of them. He keeps up with his motions, feeling her grasp and
clamp around him. Holding his wife firmly around her hips, he begins increasing
the speed and force of his movements. His wife is now pressed as close as she
can get to the two of them, while her husband moves in and out. She can feel
his legs move between them. He watches them kiss again, growing bolder with
each meeting of their lips. His wife begins exploring, touching the juncture of
the three sets of legs. She can feel her husband slipping in and out of her
friend. She places her hand around the base of him, slippery wet. Gripping
tightly, she can tell he won't be able to hold back for long, this is too much
of a turn on for him. She watches his face, judging his enjoyment level by the
looks on his face. He looks over at her, amazed that this was happening.

"I want to see you together, the two of you. Will you do that for me?" Each
word is an effort, as he fights to control himself.

They face each other, a flash of excitement in their eyes, each waiting for the
other to decide.

"What do you want us to do?"

He draws in a quick breath, trying to control his body's reaction to their
decision.

"Oh god. Ok... Honey, would you sit up against the headboard, ok? There. Yes,
just like that. Ok, and you, I'm going to flip you over on your stomach, all
right? This is wonderful. I can't believe this. I will never forget this... You
two could almost be twins, you look so much alike. You're both so beautiful."

As she watches, her husband kneels and enters her friend from behind, to give
him a better view of the two women. His expression is intense as he sees his
wife spread her legs in invitation to her friend. She moves forward until she
is just under her, but keeps her eyes on her husband. Her heart is beating so
hard, he can see it pounding against her chest. She looks down to see her
friend lower her face. She feels warm breath, the gentle touch of a tongue,
then soft suction and teeth. She is immediately lost in all of the erotic
sensations. With each of her husband's thrusts she can feel her friend press
deeper into her.

Gently cradling her friend's face in her hands, she feels the waves building.
Trying to suppress a moan, she tosses her head back and bites hard into her
bottom lip, but doesn't notice the pain. She finally gives in to the sound
building inside and lets it go. The sound hits her husband's core full force.
He stops long enough to turn the form under him onto her back before he slams
full force into her. He watches intently as his wife readjusts herself, leaning
forward to brace herself against him. With one hand on each side of his
shoulders, her nails biting into his skin, she reaches the pinnacle. Under
them, her friend gives in to her desires, also. She continues to lick and suck
as she feels her own muscles tense for the upcoming orgasm. Her cries are
muffled by the body pressed to her mouth, but he feels her vibrate around him
as he uses her for his own pleasure. He feels his sudden release, after holding
back as long as he can, and empties himself into her again. Unable to balance
any longer, he shudders, suddenly weak, and withdraws. As he rolls to his side,
his legs shaking and quivering, he glances up at his wife. A soft smile of
satisfaction upon her face, she opens her eyes and grins at her husband. She
also rolls to her side, carefully unwrapping herself from around her friend.
She can see the white cream between her friend's legs. Resting her head on the
inside of her thigh, she laps at the juice flowing out. Scooting in closer, she
drinks deeply of the mingled fluid, not stopping until she cleans every inch of
flesh.

"Unbelievable, simply unbelievable" her husband sighs, as he strokes her
friend's hair back off of her face.

"That was amazing. Beautiful. Incredible."

He keeps his voice soft and low, so as not to break the mood. All he hears in
return is a duet of sighs and a rustling of blankets as they make themselves
more comfortable. The minutes tick by. Off in the distance, a siren wails and a
dog barks nearby, bringing them back to reality. Stretching, catlike, across
the bed, her friend inhales deeply, letting the air fill her lungs before
releasing it in yet another half sigh/half moan.

"As much fun as this turned out to be, I've got to go home. I have a cat to let
out and things to pack for my business trip tomorrow. I still can't believe
this. No morning after regrets." She smiles. "I just can't believe what I did.
I feel like I could lay here all day."

She slowly climbs over and around her friend and eases off of the bed. Standing
on shaky legs, she begins to locate her clothes.

"You can take a shower here if you'd like. I think that's where we're headed
and you would be more than welcome to join us."

"Thanks. It sounds wonderful, but I really have to go. Maybe next time?"

Her heart skips a beat and her eyes are drawn like magnets to her friend's, as
she realizes what she is saying... that there just might be a next time.

A pause...

"It's a date. Till then?"

Another, longer, pause... then holding her head up, her decision made... she
answers,

"Yes, till next time."

She slides on her clothes, necessities only and turns to walk out the door.
Glancing back, she imprints the scene in her mind. As her friend and her
husband rise from the bed, she feels a warmth spread throughout her body and
knows she will treasure this experience for the rest of her life. Linking arms,
they head down the hallway and towards the front door. One last lingering kiss,
one more smile and she opens the door and walks out into the sunshine after the
storm.


Part 3

She adjusts the mirror, checks over her shoulder one more time and pulls out of
the driveway. She can see them standing in the doorway and raises her hand to
wave goodbye, a smile on her face. Rounding the corner, she pulls into her own
driveway, hits the button and drives on into the garage. Her neighborhood is
quiet, most of the houses brand new and unoccupied. Good thing her next door
neighbors are gone for the weekend. She saw them putting suitcases in the car
night before last. The husband seemed nice enough, but his wife was a little
too nosey and would be asking a million questions about where she had been, did
she have a good time, I noticed your car was gone all night, did you go out of
town, and so on.

Maybe she should tell her nosey neighbor how she spent her weekend! She can't
believe what a weekend this turned out to be. Not at all like the one she had
planned. Much better. She smiles. She hums to herself as she enters the house,
checks her answering machine, feeds the cat, turns up the heat, and heads for
the bathroom Dropping what's left of her clothes into the hamper, she turns on
the shower, reliving the events of last night. She stands lost in thought for a
minute, staring off into space. She shudders as it replays in her mind and she
feels herself blush. Stepping into the shower, she lets the water course over
her body, the aroma of sex rising up in the steam. She chooses a jasmine liquid
soap, her favorite and proceeds to lather her body. Every nerve ending is awake
and screaming. Her chest is flushed and her nipples are hard and slightly sore.
She notices a small red mark on the side of her breast. A hickey. She laughs,
thinking of how many years it's been since she's had one of those...

She remembers being in high school, trying to make it through gym class showers
without any one noticing the marks on her chest. She wouldn't trade those years
for anything. As the water and soap wash away all remnants of the night before,
she feels better than she has in years. She spends time reacquainting herself
with her body. Still firm, still supple, still smooth. She shaves her legs and
stands for a few seconds considering the benefits of hairlessness. Lathering
up, she takes the plunge and carefully removes the hair from her body. Freedom,
is her first reaction. It feels so free. The evening, the warm shower and now
the smoothness of her skin all make a powerful, erotic combination. Pouring a
little jasmine oil into her hand, she rubs it over her freshly shaven legs and
pubic region. The smooth silkiness amazes her. She can feel her heart racing.
The water is starting to get cold, so she turns it off and steps out. Grabbing
her towel, she pats herself dry. Even the coarse towel against her skin feels
different this morning. She drags it across her breasts and nipples, getting
chills from the sensation. She thinks about what she had planned for the day,
as she heads to the bedroom to get dressed. Nothing going on today that can't
wait, she thinks as she stands in front of her closet. Her skin is still warm
and tingling slightly. She brings one hand up and lightly grazes her nipple.

She gazes off in the distance, the clothes in front of her forgotten, as she
yet again replays the night before. She goes back into the bathroom and picks
up the bottle of oil. With nothing definite in mind, she wanders back to the
bedroom, sits on the edge of the bed and rubs more oil into her legs. And
higher. She is enjoying dragging her pleasure out. No plans. No deadlines. No
time restrictions. She lays back on the bed and lets her hands wander over her
skin. The oil is smooth and feels warm from her hands. Eventually, she can no
longer deny herself. She puts the oil on the nightstand and used both hands to
caress her body, running her hands up and down, back and forth, over her left
breast, then her right, then both at the same time, pulling and pinching gently
on each nipple. She rubs her hands over the smooth texture of her stomach and
down to her now hairless body. She takes her time, feeling the heat from her
hands burn through her skin. Her fingers follow the crease where her leg meets
her body. She trails her fingernails slowly between her legs, shivering
slightly. She can't remember the last time she's felt like this. Warm and
flushed and glowing. Sexy and alive. Holding her finger tip still, she can feel
her pulse beating. She begins moving her finger in time with her heartbeat,
barely brushing against her skin.

Up, down, up, down. Her other hand circles lazily around her breast, feeling
the soft texture against her palm. Her nipple responds to the feather like
touch and hardens. The sensation ripples through her body and her fingers
increase their speed slightly. Her breathing is becoming shallow, faster and
quicker and she closes her eyes. Her blood feels like liquid fire as she
continues to rub now, faster and harder. She can feel it building, nerves
sending signals from all over her body to one focal point. Her nipple is hard
between her fingers and she pinches slightly, sending more waves through her
body. Almost there now, she pinches and pulls at her nipple and increases the
speed and intensity of her intimate massage. There it is... now... now...
there... yes... her heart stops for a split second, before releasing the flood
of breath and blood and feminine elixir.

The hand on her breast flies to the sheets at her side and she grips them
tightly as the orgasm takes over her body. She fills the room with her cries,
her sensual prayers, moaning an endless chant... ohgodohgodohgod... oh god...
oh... oohh... deep breath as the climax subsides. Aftershocks travel over her
and her breathing is erratic. She shudders, feeling the last effects. Bringing
her fingers up to her mouth, she takes a gentle taste. So sweet, so warm.
Sighing deeply, she snuggles into the blankets, completely relaxed and at
peace. It's going to be a beautiful day.


Part 4

Here was the chance he'd been waiting for. His wife was gone for the weekend,
visiting her parents and he had the house alone to himself. The perfect
opportunity to do a little neighbor watching. She was so hot... the neighbor
who lived next door to him. What he wouldn't give for a night with her. Just
thinking about all the possibilities made him grow hard in his pants. He could
feel himself straining against them now, after the eyeful he just got... He'd
been downstairs, making himself a sandwich when he just happened to look up
across the yard and see her bathroom light on. Quickly closing the refrigerator
door to kill the light, he stood and watched as she tossed her clothes aside.
His sandwich lay forgotten on the counter as he stared through the window,
mesmerized. Her movements were so slow, as if she's day dreaming or deep in
thought. She didn't even glance up his way as she stood there naked. He saw her
shudder and wondered what she was thinking about. Steam from her shower made a
mist on the window and clouded his view. He picked up his sandwich and nibbled
on it absentmindedly, watching and waiting.

A dark shape moved against the window. Much longer and the sunlight would have
been to bright for him to have seen it. He watched the shape move out of the
bathroom slowly. He grabbed a cold glass of water and pulled the curtains a
little closer together. He could see out of his back window directly into her
house, into her bedroom window, saw her standing in front of her closet for a
second, frozen again as if making a decision. He saw her turn and head back to
the bathroom, but before he could get up from his chair and look out the other
window, she was back.

Remembering the binoculars in the cupboard above the refrigerator, he quickly
grabbed them and adjusted them to his eyes. This brought her so much closer, it
was almost like standing in her room. He watched her as she began massaging oil
into her legs. His pulsed quickened. He watched her as she rubbed oil into her
chest. His breathing got faster. He watched her as she laid back against the
pillows and pleasured herself. Blood filled every space in his body, making him
rock hard. He sat and watched her, his heart pounding. Holding the binoculars
with one hand, he began to rub his erect member through his shorts. Slowly,
carefully, almost without thought towards what he was doing. He watched her and
as her movements quickened, so did his. He could see that she was doing a fine
job of taking care of herself. Standing quickly, he dropped his shorts to his
ankles, never taking his eyes off of the window. He saw her legs come up and
spread apart to give her more space for her fingers.

He imagined being there between them. He could see that she was shaved and that
almost sent him over the edge. He watched her fingers rub faster and faster, as
his own hand, now flesh to flesh, increased in speed and intensity. He watched
as she arched her back up off of the bed, listening intently for any cries of
pleasure she might have made. A loud, muffled sound broke through the quiet
yard between their houses. He is so close now. The sound of his hand working on
himself fills the kitchen. He felt the first shock hit and reached for the
kitchen towel on the table at his elbow. Shaking and groaning loudly, he
brought himself off into the towel, shuddering as the last spasms subside.
There is sweat on his brow and cum on his hand. He smiled to himself as he
checked her window once again, silently, secretly blowing her a kiss for the
pleasure she had just given him... It's going to be a good day...

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