Another day at the office
I awake to a familiar sound...
It's another lovely Monday and I'm starting the week in a mood.
I listen to the rhythmic squeak of the window washers squeegee and watch his shadow through the curtain. It's different this morning, as is the music coming through the glass. He nearly fell out of the rig last week when I flashed him. Not good from 31 floors up.
I do my best cat stretch and find my right arm tangled in a silk sash, still tied to the head board. I laugh to myself, knowing it's not tied, just wrapped around my wrist - my own doing. I love the feeling of silk hard against my skin, it makes me wet. I know, I already feel the warmth rise and my insides going tingly.
I slide the creamy satin sheet down, inspecting the progress from the previous weeks brutal workouts. My firm breasts are just right for my small size. I slide my hand over each one, my nipples hard and poking into my palm and continue down my belly. It's flat and hard, but it looks soft. Down, my fingers slide to my hip and then my thigh. Fingertips tracing softly, leaving goosebumps in their path. The sensation is taking me...I watch the long strokes of the window washer in silhouette, my hand spreads over my belly and slides palm down and fingertips back with each stroke, the heel of my palm grinding hard against my hairless pussy, fingers sliding up over the smooth slit. A shiver runs through my body, a moan escapes my lips, my back arches in sudden need.
Then I decide. I grab the remote for the power blinds and tap the button twice, parting them in the middle about 8 inches. At first, the shadow doesn't move. Well, with or with out an audience, this won't take long and I can get on with my day. Just as I think this is going to be a quickie, the figure walks passed the opening and I see the flash of sunglasses freeze staring in...this is more like it. I see a flash of teeth and the face vanishes again.
There is some movement and the window starts to get darker. As I watch it dawns on me that some kind of sunshade is being raised on the washers rig. There is only a fine border of light around the entire window now. I nearly jump out of my skin when there is a loud tap on the glass. Through the gap I see hands miming to push the curtains open more. I press the button again until they are open about 6 feet. And there, on a metal chair he sits, waiting. The gloved hand beckons me. I stand up and walk to one of the overstuffed chairs and push it directly in front of the window. It's a little dark in here now, so I turn on two poll lamps and aim them at the chair like spotlights. Again I see a flash of teeth. With the lights on in the room, it's harder to see out. I strain a bit then give up. I know he's watching, it will be enough. In fact, this is the best ever and I am being such a slut.
Sitting back, sinking into the lush fur draped chair, I look like some sort of exotic candy nestled in a little cup...the kind with really creamy centers. My left hand goes behind my head and takes a fist full of red hair in a death grip, pulling hard. The feeling is electric and causes uncontrollable spasms to race through my body. (No one has ever done it yet, but I think I could orgasm being dragged around by my hair.) The fingers of my other hand come to my mouth, my tongue inspects each one, leaving them wet and slippery. I love the taste of my body, I'm surprised I don't get caught sucking my thumb. I run my wet fingers over my nipples leaving little slippery trails everywhere I touch, the air conditioning does its work sending delicious chills down my spine. I let out a slow breath of air, moaning as these sensations travel down and explode between my legs like little fireworks. I look up at the window to see the reflection of my room - I need to see me, like he sees me. I slowly unwind myself and stand. I push the chair closer to the glass and then stand in it. I need to be just a little higher so I stand on the arms, my legs spread...yes, just right. I can touch the glass now, it's so close, he's so close. I run my fingers up and down my body, they are no longer mine, they could belong to anyone else now, but they are his. I try to write on the glass with my wet finger, but it's not working. I slip my finger between my dripping pussy lips and write "Show me you want me, let me see it." backwards on the glass. I lick my finger and put it back between my legs rubbing myself slowly. I'm so sensitive now that when my fingers first touch my clit, my legs almost give out. I see movement, oh God, he's getting undressed. My left hand is squeezing my breasts, brutally abusing my nipples. The guy turns around, tall, slender...it's...oh FUCK, my body tenses and the chair slides, I know I'm falling and then...darkness.
There is some pain, it's so very dark. I try to see, I can feel my eyes blink. Oh my God, I'm blind...no, wait...blindfolded? No, it's a cool damp washcloth. Now I can feel a soft hand on my shoulder, the satin sheet covers me. I try to sit up and the hand moves to my chest and very gently pushes me back, lingering between my breasts.
I whisper, "Who are you?" The question hangs in the air for a moment. "I'm the window washer and an EMT, so you are being taken care of. My name is Val.", the voice comes thick and sweet, the voice of a woman. I strain to keep the edge from my voice, "H...how did you get in to my condo?" The voice laughs, "Have you ever cleaned your windows on the inside?" I think for a moment and laugh, "Pass key right?" The reply sounds almost cheerful, "Of course it's a pass key." The hand slides down a little and is resting on my stomach, it feels...good. "I'll be OK?" , I ask, finally considering my fall. "Yes, you just got the wind knocked out of you and I wanted to make sure you were settled before I went to lunch. I reached down to her wrist and held it for a moment and said, "Wait."
Even with a 'blindfold' on, I knew where things were and had my phone in my hand in one smooth motion. It's already dialing when it reaches my ear. The hand on my stomach tenses. My hand on her wrist keeps her from pulling away. I've got the phone turned up loud and the words come in a rush of French accent and finally "elo, ow mai I elp you". I whisper to her, "Order anything you want, anything. Tell him to make it for two. Her French is Parisian and perfect. I hear Henri glowing at the other end. She orders fillets rare, artichokes, asparagus, champagne and what ever looks good for desert that's chocolate. There is some other conversation, she says 31 North, but I'm not really following it, I've let go of her wrist, her hand has relaxed and is now moving down, massaging my belly. I'm enjoying this pleasant attention and wondering...
She hangs up the phone and starts to laugh, "He says your French is really coming along nicely. What a lovely man. Lunch will be here in one hour." I ask, "Can I sit up now?" She says, "Yes, if you like, or you can just relax a bit more." I think about it and decide to relax, "Can I take the washcloth off? I mean, I would like to see who has been taking care of me." Laughter comes again, "Sure, but wait a moment." She moves around, I hear noises that can only be her undressing. She comes back on the bed and places herself over me, when she talks, I can feel her moist breath on my lips, "When you take the cloth away, be ready for a shock. Just relax, it was a nice surprise for me." Why would she want to 'warn me', what could be so unusual? My curiosity is burning, is this some one I know, went to school with, oh my god no...my hand pulls the rag off of my eyes slowly. She is right there staring me in the eyes. She is stunning, beautiful green eyes, sensuously curved flame red eyebrows framed by a halo of straight red hair, her lips are lush and two inches away from mine. Oh...oh! My eyes go wide, my mouth drops open as I gasp.
That's when she kisses me. Her tongue slides over mine then licks my lips. I catch my breath between her chewing on my lips and me returning everything she does, following her lead. Her hand is now between my legs, her long thin fingers slipping into me, one, two, three and begin to pump in and out with strong determined thrusts. I grab her face and hold it away from mine, "You...you're me! I mean, you look..." Oh fuck, my toes curl, she's got my number and she's pushing all the buttons just right. My arm goes around her neck, pulling her back down. As our lips meet, I whisper, "Don't stop...don't...". She crushes her lips against mine, my hips buck and thrust against her hand. Her slender fingers fills me, loud wet smacking sounds fill my ears. I finally thrust against her hand as she rams her fingers in and out, her thumb rubbing hard against my clit. My body goes into a spasm as I cum hard and fast. I fall over to my side. She never misses a stroke, pushing even harder. I'm face down off the edge of the bed, ass in the air sucking on my own fingers as I start my second orgasm. I can't help it and start to scream at her, "Oh fuck, harder, fuck me with your hand, yea that's it you horny bitch"...I'm making incoherent gurgling sounds...my back arches and she grabs my hair, yanking it hard, my head tipping back I'm looking in her eyes. I snarl at her as my body starts to thrash, my hands go to my breasts and squeeze them hard, fingers and nails digging in. She thrusts against me and pulls my hair back again, hard enough I'm now back on the bed. I see stars and flashes of colors as I cum hard on her hand. This sensation is irresistible, I'm shaking like I'm being electrocuted, thrashing in my second orgasm, grunting like a wild animal.
I'm laying face down on the bed, panting, trying to catch my breath. She touches the small of my back and I nearly scream, chewing on my lips to stay silent. I feel like I'm going to cum again the very next time she touches me. Val stands up and walks around to the side of the bed, puling the chair with her. It goes right up against the bed and I can rest my chin on the cushion. I watch her...my God, she is me and more. Her skin is a dark tan, her tan lines show her natural skin color to be darker than mine. She's bustier than I am, but in the same proportions. Her nipples are larger than mine and where I'm smooth as silk, she has a flame red landing strip. Her body is hard, sweet and now sitting in the chair with a leg on either side of me on the bed. I look up at her and she smiles, just short of laughing. "I see how it is.", she says. "You've never been with a woman before." I feel the heat rise to my face, I close my eyes and shake my head. Her cool hand caresses my cheek. "Just watch, you'll figure things out just fine or...do you want me to stop?", she raises an eyebrow.
I can smell her skin, the soft flesh of her thigh is pressed against my shoulder, the heat of her body this close to mine is like a drug. "No." I whisper, "You know better than that, don't you?" She smiles at me.
Taking a mental note: Need to get a third personal trainer, the two I have are great, but I wear them out so easily.
Waiting
I check my watch to see what time it is and start to feel the moisture cover my lips. You are never late, always precisely on time. From the moment I met you I can’t keep my mind off of you. The images of how you walk, the motions of your body as you approach, the delightful twinkle in your eye and your wink in teasing flood my mind. Your voice so sexy, your accent so intoxicating you have me in continual arousal.
Then I see you, my nipples automatically harden with anticipation. I can’t breathe as you draw near and my pussy starts that familiar ache that I know you will massage away. Your eyes meet mind and without a word I rise to greet you.
Your warm hands slip under my skirt and you chuckle that I have done as you asked and left my panties at home; my reward a tender kiss on the cheek. Hmmm you smell so good and the moisture is now flowing. A nearby church chimes noon and we waste no time moving to our little hideaway in the park.
Cold Play
Cold Play
The silence wakens me and I shiver; no power and its cold. I rise from my slumber wrapping my comforter around my nude body. The floor boards creak as I slowly make my way out to where the dying embers lay glowing in the darkness and quickly add a log to start the fire going again.
The wind has picked up and blows the willow branches against my window. I glance over and see the shadow of a figure moving outside; my heart skips a beat and my ears strain to listen. There is scuffling on the porch, a faint knock on the door…god did I remember to latch it? Mattie a voice calls and I sigh with relief.
I open the door for him and his arms surround me as he nuzzles my neck with his cold nose and once again I shiver. His hands like ice work their way under my blanket and my nipples respond under his cold touch. He chuckles at my bare state and moves us closer to the fire. His eyes draw me in, I kiss his chest then turn my head stretching out my neck to him; the blood pumping through my veins, music to his ears and he whispers in his gravelly voice.
“Tempting me are you?”
I wait; holding my breath with anticipation that is causing me to grow wet between my thighs. However, the pain that I expected does not come and I slowly drop to my knees tugging at his pants wanting to taste of his goodness. My chin rubs him through the thin cloth and my teeth grab hold of his zipper. I look up at him as I slowly slide it down.
The fire and shadows dancing patterns on him causes my excitement to grow. Licking my lips to moisten them, my eyes never leaving his, I slide them over the tip of his cock and find myself trembling under his gaze. His hands entwine in my hair as my lips continue to slide over his engorged head and my tongue circles the well defined rim.
“Mmmmmmmm” I let out a slow tantalizing breath that flows over and down his shaft. His hands move my head to a motion he will control as I suck and my tongue plays all around him moving his hard large cock in and out. My eyes once again travel to meet his; the passion there makes my desire to please him even more grows.
His fingers tightly grip my hair and the pace quickens, his head hitting the back of my throat as he tries to get me to take all of him. Gagging my throat finally opens for him and he thrusts all of his hardness into me. One hand fondles and squeezes his now tight balls as the other finds my slick clit.
Together we rock to a driven beat as the flames, as though aroused themselves, rise and flicker with the movement of the air our bodies fan it with. Just as my legs start to shake with the intensity of my finger fucks, he drives in deeper, flowing hot and hard as I swallow drinking of his creaminess; sucking, milking him as he pulsates and groans. I watch his face in glorious tormenting agony of pleasure as my own release comes.
He pushes me back not able to take anymore and as I release him he wastes no time finding the pounding pulse in my throat and sinks his teeth in to quench his other thirst of me. I know my time as his blood doll is short. My eyes flutter as he finishes, not able to move, he lifts my weaken body and carries me to bed as the blood trickles down over my breast.
Royal Party
I'd never been to one of these parties. I'm not really THAT kind of guy, but I must confess I was very excited to be there. Excited and nervous.
A few days back, Monique had asked me if I would be interested in going, and no man in their right mind would turn down the Queen of Naughty, especially after the way the topic had been brought up. We'd been talking about one of her stories. Monique has a game she likes to play, after she submits one of her stories for publishing she always asks me if I think the story is something that really happened to her, or if it's a fantasy of hers. That particular night the story was amazing, she recounted, in glorious detail, a visit to a swinger's party.
After she had finished telling me the story, she looked at me, her eyes scanning my body and fixing on the tent I was pitching from listening to her naughtiness. She giggled and asked her now familiar question.
Blushing, and still a bit flustered I managed to say, “It's a fantasy. A very hot and sexy fantasy, though.”
She laughed, “Oh? You underestimate the Queen of Naughty?”, she leaned forward to playfully hug me as she whispered into my ear, “It's a true story”. I think the look of disbelief on my face was too much to conceal. Because she followed up with, “There's another party coming up this weekend,” she grinned and watched my face intently, “would you like to go?” She was making a point, that you should never doubt the Queen.
It's the kind of invitation you only get once in a lifetime. Once in many lifetimes, even. To escort a sexy woman to a party where mindless fucking was the sole reason of the party. My eyes were still wide, my face frozen from the shock of her invitation. I managed to gather my wits and say, “shyeahm” I guess too much blood had flowed to my other head from the part of my brain that controlled my mouth.
She giggled, “are you sure you can handle it?”
“Yes,” I finally managed to say, well aware that my face was red. “You just caught me off guard with that question.”
And now, here we were. Monique had given me a bunch of guidelines and protocol to follow. She's very strict about having a good time, but most particularly about staying safe.
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Sounds of Lust
I love working late. The phone doesn't ring constantly, there's nobody popping into my office asking for help or advice, and I can finally concentrate on getting my work done. My productivity shoots through the roof... that is, until I my body starts to protest needing sleep. The second time I involuntarily bobbed my head down as my body tried to shut down to sleep, I decided I needed to turn off my computer and head on home.
I got up from from my desk and stretched, taking a quick peek out the office's windows. I could only see myself reflected back as the world was completely dark outside. As I turned the many lights in the office off, the world outside started to come to life again. The pale lights of the street-lamps, the moon shining over the treetops of the park in front of our office building, the illuminated billboards, they all immediately came to life as my reflection disappeared from lack of light inside the office. I walked back to the window to take it all in.
Our three story building is mostly glass walls, and my office is at the top, so I have a great 360 degree view of all our surroundings, and what awesome surroundings they were. I smiled thinking to myself how lucky I was to have found this plot of land on the outskirts of Zindra. Being on the outskirts meant that there was still a lot of unused land around us, making the view from our office building breathtaking. Walking around my desk, my eyes surveying the view outside, I noticed a more than normally lit parking lot. That was strange. The only building where that much light could be coming from is ours, but surely there was nobody else in the office this late.
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Birthday Kisses…
The girl I am dating has a peculiar (no), unusual (no again), bizarre (almost), deranged (there we go) sense of humor...
At the last possible moment, Donna tells me that our date is now being changed to a birthday party and to dress nice. So, I prepare and realize that I don't even know who the party is for. When I call back, there is no answer. I jump in the car and get there as quickly as I can.
We arrive at the party, her gift in hand, just in time to sing "Happy Birthday" to Karyn. Karyn is now 21, tall, broad shouldered, sunny blond, nice figure, beautiful smile and hard as a prize fighter. You wouldn't know it to look at her...it didn't show. There is the unmistakable 'sssspffffffft" of a can opening and the first beer is passed to her. She hugs her mom and dad, then returns to the group. Karyn is the last of the group to become "an adult". Donna is 24 and always teases Karyn about being "the baby", not meaning to be cruel, but managing to bring tears to Karyn's eyes on more than one occasion. Not tonight, Karyn's smile seems to say...not any more. As Karyn returns from her parents, she walks passed me and grabs my ass in a lingering embrace, doesn't even look me in the eye. What is this all about, I wonder?
I was about to find out...