I hated to admit it but I loved the way a simple look from him turned me into a stuttering teenage girl. I loved the way his voice could make me blush as if I hadn’t been fantasizing about what I’d like him to do to me – or perhaps because of the images that came to mind. Maybe that’s why I did what I did that night. Maybe that’s why I didn’t stop to think – I just did what I was told.
We’d been flirting all night long but with our eyes and our words only. I knew he was following me as I walked to the car after work, and the sway in my hips encouraged him. I “accidentally” dropped my keys as I reached the car and, with my back to him, bent over from the waist to pick them up. I knew he was directly behind me when I stood up, his knee grazing the inside of my thighs.
“I wanted to make sure you were safe,” he said. “A woman alone at night can be an easy target.”
I turned to face him and said “Thank you.” Our bodies were so close I could smell his body heat.
“Do you feel safe?” he asked, his breath hot in my ear. “Say the word and I’ll go.”
I shook my head. “Don’t go.”
“I want you,” he said, “and I’m pretty sure you want me, too.”
I couldn’t speak, overcome with a shyness I couldn’t explain.
As he leaned over and gave me a slow, long, wet kiss that made me breathless, I involuntarily dropped my keys again.
“Seem to be having a hard time holding onto these,” he said as he bent down to retrieve them. He didn’t stand up right away. I felt his fingers behind my knees and they traced a path up the insides of my thighs. I stopped breathing, hoping only that he would touch me. And then his fingers were there; first touching me through the damp fabric of my panties, and then slipping under the elastic. As his finger explored the folds of my most sensitive place, he stood slowly. His chest brushed against my nipples that protruded through the thin fabrics of my bra and tank top. His lips were on mine again and his tongue teased me as I reached out for more. His finger was inside me, his thumb barely flickering over my clit, and all I could think was “more.”
Then suddenly, it was all gone, and I was leaning against my car, the breeze cool against the dampness between my thighs.
“This is it,” he said. “I have loved every minute of the talk, the teasing, the games. Follow me home and I will guarantee the fulfillment of every fantasy you’ve ever had. Or drive to your own home and it ends here and now.”
With that he turned around and walked down the street to his car. The lights came on as he got in and then started the car. Before I could think about it, I jumped in my car and followed close behind as he drove down the street.
“I came,” I said as I got out of my car.
“Already? But I’ve hardly touched you yet,” he said, a smirk spread across his face.
Then, right there in the parking lot, with dozens of windows facing us, he picked me up and set me on the hood of my car. He leaned me back and pinned my hands over my head.
“Do you trust me?”
I nodded yes.
He pulled my tank top up to my neck, one hand still holding my hands over my head in a firm grip. Then he pinched my nipples through my bra. I squirmed, knowing that anyone could be watching out of their window. He raised my bra so that my breasts were exposed. My nipples stood erect in the cool breeze. He stood back, just looking. I knew someone could have been watching, enjoying a rare voyeuristic moment – and it turned me on immensely. Finally, he lowered his head to one breast. I moaned as he teased my nipple with his teeth, careful not to touch it with his tongue.
After giving anyone who happened to be at their window the chance to view my vulnerability, he pulled me up and led me to the elevator. In the elevator, he removed my panties, letting the palm of his hand graze against my swollen sex. I ground my clit into his palm, wanting him to do something, anything, but resisting the instinct to be so brazenly demanding.
He finally led me down the hall to his apartment. Inside, he brought me directly to his bedroom. It was a large room, sparsely furnished with a large wall to ceiling window that faced the opposite side of his u-shaped apartment block. He turned on all the lights and then came to stand behind me. I’d been looking out the window, so now we were facing outside.
“You were really turned on outside weren’t you?” he asked.
“You know, anyone could have been watching out their window.”
“That turned you on, didn’t it? You loved the idea that someone could have been watching you laying on the hood of the car, watching you nipples grow erect as I pinched and nibbled on them.”
Shyly, I admitted something I had never even admitted to myself before. “Yes, it turned me on to think that I might have been seen.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” he said as he removed my top, “because you know,” and removed my bra, “my good friend lives in the apartment right over there.”
He cupped both breasts in his hands and teased the hardened points between his fingers.
“He usually gets home around this time of the night. His chair faces the window. He likes to sit there in the dark after he gets home and have a smoke and a beer before he goes to bed. He says that it’s fascinating what you see at night when you sit in the dark and look out your window.”
I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his hands, trying to find a way to express my want without actually using the words. He pulled my skirt up and ran his fingers through my bush and into my partially shaved pussy.
“I wonder if he is watching now?”
Then he pulled me back into the chair that faced the window, pulling my skirt down with one hand. As he sat, he pulled me into his lap so I could see into the darkness outside his window and gently guided my thighs apart. His fingers spread my lips apart and flicked his thumb over my clit.
I wanted him so badly. I was aching to feel his thick rod inside of me, but I was also enjoying the prospect of being watched by an anonymous stranger.
Instead of his cock, I felt his fingers inside my dark walls. Two fingers moved slowly in and out and I contracted my muscles around them. His other hand flicked lightly over my clit. I raised my hips so that I could take his fingers deeper inside me. He began to pull my clit lightly between his fingers repetitively.
“What a great view he must have over there. Can you imagine what he must be seeing? Your dripping wet pussy sucking up my fingers. Your beautiful breasts rising and falling in excitement.”
Once again, before I could find release, he stopped me so that he could remove his own clothes. His hard member stood out a glorious eight inches as he stood before me. I felt compelled to stoop to my knees to taste him. He turned me slightly so that his friend could see my lips slowly encompass the length of his shaft, inch by inch.
“Oh ya,” he said, “I’ll be he likes that. I’ll be he’s over there right now stoking his cock, wishing he were me.”
I performed for my unknown audience, caressing his testicles and moving with exaggerated slowness. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, then took as much of it as I could get into my mouth, slowly releasing his inches until my lips rested on the head. His fingers ran through my hair and his cock twitched in my mouth. I licked off the drops of pre-cum that leaked from the tip of his cock before I took as much as I could into my mouth again.
“I think he is about ready for the grand finale,” he said, directing me back to the chair. He sat and put the chair into a reclined position. While he sat, I positioned my pussy above his cock, ready to impale myself on him. Instead, he teased me, running the length of his hard member up and down my wet folds, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock each time.
I groaned with frustration. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly. His hand reached up to one breast again as he continued to tease me, enjoying my distress.
“Tell me what you want. What do you want my friend to see?”
As he pinched one nipple hard, I tried to say it. “I want … I want you to…”
He pinched the other nipple, firmly enough to make me gasp, and positioned the tip of his cock at my pussy. I tried to push myself onto him as I panted, “Please…”
“Please,” I begged, filled with a wanting that I’d never felt before, “Please, I want your cock inside me. Please, would you just fuck me!”
Finally, his cock began to fill me but with slow controlled movements. Each inch moved slowly inside me. Every time I thought I couldn’t take any more, he’d push just a little bit further. Then he would quickly withdraw almost the full length of his cock and wait until I pushed against him. Torturously, he’d slowly fill me up again. As he did, he spread my lips with one hand, gently rubbing my hardened clit, and teased a nipple with the other hand, rubbing and pinching intermittently.
I couldn’t help but moan out my pleasure at finally being filled. All those hours online and on the phone, of teasing and mind-fucking had had me in a state of constant arousal.
“You like that baby? Show our friend how much you love it, how you love riding this big beast” he said as I arched my back, pushing my breast into his hand. Normally, I would have thought his dirty talk was cheesy but it only turned me on more.
I began to move my hips fast in a slightly circular motion. As I did, he increased the pressure on my clit, imitating the circular motion of my hips. His cock began to move faster inside my pussy and I moaned with each thrust. I felt completely out of control as I began to beg.
“Oh, I’m so close, fuck me harder,” I begged.
With that he put his hands on my hips and pumped quickly inside me. I frantically flicked my fingers over my clit with each thrust until I felt that familiar rumble of little earthquakes that got bigger and bigger, resonating through my clit, my pussy lips and the walls of my pussy. Finally, I felt like the earth had split open and my moans were like that of thunder. As my little earthquake was dissipating into small tremors I felt his eruption.
We lay there for a moment, recovering
“Maybe when my friend gets home from his holiday I’ll have to invite him to watch the show.”
I looked at him in shock. “You mean he’s not even in town? There’s no way he saw that?”
He was smirking an ear to ear grin and shaking his head, “Nope”
“You are horrible!” I said laughing.
“Would you like to come over again for a repeat performance when he comes home?”
First I blushed. I lowered my eyes. Then I looked up with a big smile and said
Originally posted 2013-09-03 15:27:37.