dreamer
Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 38 [?]
Experience: 1,226,983
Next Level: 1,460,206
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 Window Dressing chapter 1 |
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It was a hot, Autumn Monday and I was busy trying to look hard at work while my mind wandered over the last few weeks between lovers. My body was constantly and frequently reminding me these days that it had been too long.
Just this morning my boss (read slave driver) had commented on my edginess as he so elegantly put it and lack of productivity. I had shut myself in my office to focus on an account that had a pressing deadline, but it seemed the distractions were more from myself today than the bustling office outside my door.
I stood up from my desk to pace a bit around the office. I'm bad for being a pacer, I think better on my feet it seems and the nervous energy was driving me insane. Trying once again to focus on the account I paced back and forth from my desk to the doorway at the other side of the room. As I passed in front of the window for the millionth time a movement outside caught my eye.
"Oh my God," escaped from me as I saw the cause of my distraction. There standing directly across the alley was a gloriously naked man opening his window. I had many times admired the scenery from the apartments across the alleyway, but those had only been potted plants or flags. Never a tall, hard-bodied, nude stud.
I shook my head in attempt to shake the illusion my deprived body was creating, thinking that this time my mind had gone too far. Nope, still there. Oh my but he was beautiful, I thought, knowing at this point any male, even semi-nude would turn my desires to full throttle.
He lifted his head, spotting me, not the least ashamed of his nakedness. He stood open to my gaze, allowing me to stare at whatever I wanted. He smiled and turned for me, posing as a weight lifter would.
I wanted to touch him, to feel his skin beneath my fingertips. Trace the muscles in his powerful arms and chest with my tongue. I licked my lips just thinking about it.
My thoughts turned to more sexual things. To have his hands on my body, the feel of those muscled, hairy thighs between my own soft thighs, his weight covering my yielding body before he raised to ram his cock into me.
I ran my hands slowly over my clothed body, imagining his hands. Slowly I caressed the outlines of my hips, over my butt cheeks, up my back, and to the front of my body. Gently I cupped my breasts, rolling my stiffening nipples through the fabric of my dress with my thumbs.
Remembering where I was, my attention snapped back to my audience. He stood mimicking my actions on his own body. As I played with my hard nipples, he too played with his. His fingers trailed lightly through the chest hair on his belly. Quickly, with shaking hands, I unbuttoned my suit jacket, revealing a skimpy black demi-cup bra, and copied his actions over my own soft skin.
I was getting more excited by the minute, slightly panting, a heated flush covering my body. The pleasure was building deep within me, driving me to continue in the madness of watching and being watched.
My hands traveled roughly over my body as my urgency built. Again I cupped my full breasts, bringing a nipple to my mouth, licking the hard nub, sucking it into my mouth, nibbling as I wished he would. I lifted my eyes to watch his reaction and was thrilled to see his hands on his hard cock, slowly stroking, as his eyes stayed riveted to my body. I pointed my tongue and licked slowly around the areola while he speeded up his strokes.
My excitement was growing, dampening my lips beneath the short skirt of my suit. I pressed my thighs together and contracted and relaxed the muscles in my hot cunt, feeling the wetness beginning to course down to my thighs. Keeping my eyes on him, I began grinding my hips, pumping my sex back and forth towards him. I could feel my skirt rising with each thrust of my hips. Faster and wilder I thrust... inviting, teasing him with the view of my shaven sex. Then taking a finger and drawing it up the inside of my thigh, following the path of my juices. I saw his lips open and call out as I brought my finger to the window before me, smearing a wet "S" onto the pane between us.
Again my fingers found my wet pussy. I dipped first one, then another into my hot slit before placing both fingers over the head of my clit. Lightly I circled the hardness, as the sparks of heat shot through my body. I continued to work the walls of my cunt, squeeze... relax... as my hips thrust on their own accord.
My senses were overloaded. The thrill of watching him as he stroked faster and faster. The sweat coursing down his body. The muscles tight against his skin as his body responded with it's own sexual movements of thrusting and pumping.
The thrill of my own wanton displays of turning him on with my own sultry show. I could see my own slutty reflection dimly in the glass before me. My long hair had fallen from the neat professional bun I kept it in to fly wildly about my face and shoulders. My breasts pouring over the black bra. My nipples, standing out hard and erect, reddened from my rough handling. The skirt crunched around my waist, while my hips framed in the garters pumped obscenely in response to my fingertips against my swollen clit.
My body ached for release from the control I held over myself. The moment of space where you know the orgasm is coming, there's no turning back, but just... one... more... minute of sweet torture before it came.
All my control broke as I watched him throw his head back and scream in the moment of release. His cum jetted hard against his window before sliding down the glass.
My own release shattered what was left of my senses as I fell to my knees, panting and moaning as the orgasm ripped through my body taking with it all my strength. My juices drenched my now still fingers, as I lay curled on the carpeted floor, trembling from the aftershocks.
I looked across the alley to see my "lover" sitting on his own floor recuperating. He noticed my look and smiled, giving me a thumbs-up that made me laugh, before his expression turned to horror and I heard from behind me "nice show."
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