by Nicole Morgan
eBook ISBN: 1-60601-652-0
An unexpected attraction, a burning desire, and a sudden devotion. When Sara and Mitch meet, a passion ignites unlike any they’ve ever felt before, but a jealous coworker tests the strength of their new love. Is the fear of losing one another enough to keep them together?
Sara peeked through the blinds, hoping no one could see her. It was dark outside, so she figured she was safe. The chances that anyone would be able to see her were minimal at best. That small chance in itself should have stopped her. But it didn’t. She couldn’t help herself.
She looked down to the apartment on the first floor across the courtyard from hers. Unconsciously, she licked her lips in anticipation. The blinds to their bedroom were closed, but they had closed them at the angle, allowing her to be able to see everything their bodies were doing in between the tiny slats.
He had something in his hand this time. She watched in wanton expectation as he moved around the bed and watched his prey. And that’s exactly what the girl on the bed was, his prey. Nearly every night, this mystery man from across the courtyard brought a woman home. He was like a predator with them. He stalked them, claimed them, and took them. It was animalistic, pure and simple.
Sara watched as the girl waited. Propped up on all fours she kept her chin up but didn’t look at him. He stopped behind her. Sara had to clench her thighs together from the excitement as he crawled up behind the girl and spanked her in the ass.
“Oh God.” Sara moaned the words as she involuntarily grabbed one of her nipples and started pinching it until it jutted up into a pleasure point.
The man reached for something. She wasn’t sure what it was at first, but then she realized. Sara watched as he squirted a lubricant into his hand. Her breathing hitched, and she wondered what it would be like to be in the girl’s position.
Ass in the air. On all fours, waiting while he could do anything he wanted to you.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, hard. With his other hand, the one that was lubricated, he smeared the slick substance all over her tiny entrance.
Sara waited breathlessly while she watched. She had always been intrigued by anal sex. Wondering how any one could enjoy it, she thought it would most certainly have to hurt. But that didn’t stop her from being curious. A tiny part of her subconscious knew she wanted to try it. But was afraid.
What else was new, though? Sara was always afraid. That’s who she was. Her sisters had always been the more adventurous ones. The ones with all the boyfriends in high school. They used to tease her that if she didn’t’ loosen up, she would be a thirty-five-year-old virgin before she finally gave it up to some sleazy guy in a bar.
Well, they’d been half right, anyway, she thought. After a painful breakup with yet another boyfriend at the age of twenty, she went to a bar and picked up the first guy willing to fuck her.
Looking back, she wasn’t sure why she did it. She had been dumped by a dozen guys because she refused to, what they called ‘”relax”, and let them take her virginity. Whenever they got close, she would become tense, and her entire body would shut down.
The last boyfriend had called her a freak because she couldn’t even get wet. She had tried to explain that she was too nervous to get turned on, but he didn’t care to hear any of her excuses. He told her how her lack of sexuality turned him off and finished the altercation by calling her a few choice words and left.
That was when she put on her highest heals, her shortest skirt, and her tightest top and went to the local bar. It didn’t take her long to be picked up once she entered. Only minutes, actually. After a few beers, the man who got cuter with each beer she drank had been more than happy to help her out with her pesky little virginity problem. And she learned within the hour of the breakup that she hadn’t been the problem at all. It was the ex-boyfriend who had been unable to excite her.
The sexy stranger who had decided to be so helpful was gentle with her and soothed her into relaxation. Well, that was the story she chose to remember. Because in actuality, he had laid her on the pool table in the backroom of the nearly empty bar, and ate her pussy until she was soaked and aching with need.
She experienced her first orgasm then. When he was sure she was ready, he finally plunged inside her, taking away her innocence. She was surprised that it actually only hurt for a minute, and it felt sort of pleasant. It wasn’t mind blowing by any stretch of the imagination. But it was good. She even found herself moving along with his body as he moved in and out of her.
But that had been it. Her one time, and her only lover, ever. She was now twenty-three years old and horny as all hell constantly. She used to have no problem touching herself in the bath until she came. Lately that bored her, though. She wanted more, a lot more!
It was him, she thought as she stared down at the man. Ever since he moved in, she had been hornier than ever before. She watched them. He was bent over her now, her head pulled back with his hand fisted in her hair. He was saying something in her ear. And while she couldn’t be certain, she thought that he was making her beg. That should disgust her. She knew that. But she wondered and wished that she could be the girl down there. Begging for him to fuck her instead.
God! She was driving herself crazy. One hand on a nipple wasn’t enough. She stood and pulled her satin nightgown over her head. Then she pulled her panties down her thighs until they pooled at her feet. She stepped out of them and got the small chair that she kept in the corner of her bedroom.
Setting the chair in front of the window, she went to her side drawer. She pulled out the vibrator she bought last month to help curb her sexual urges, which it didn’t. She found the pleasure from it only made her want it more.
Sara sat down in the chair. She reached her hand up to the cord from the blinds and opened them just a crack more so that she could look down at them.
When she did, she saw him spanking her again, hard. The girl was obviously screaming. Although Sara was pretty certain those screams were from pleasure, not pain.
She reached down and felt the wetness on her pussy. She could feel her insides throbbing. Not willing to wait anymore, she placed her vibrator at her entrance and plunged it inside, hard and deep. She moaned at the ecstasy.
Wanting to feel it more. Needing it deeper inside her, she lifted her legs and spread them as she positioned her feet on the window sill. Ah yes, perfect, she thought.
She continued to fuck herself with her trusty vibrator as she used her other hand to cup and rub her swollen tits. Sara hadn’t tried this before. Sure, she had watched them, but then she would take a hot bath afterwards to take the edge off and find her release. But she had never watched him play his games and got herself off at the same time.
She was writhing on the chair, her hips bucking wildly while she continued to fuck herself. She gasped. The man picked something up. It looked like a dildo. And it was big! Sara stilled her motions with her vibrator buried deep inside her, watching and waiting.
Without hesitation, he thrust the dildo into the girl’s ass. Her body shook, and her head flew back. There was a smile on her face. Instead of being in pain, she loved what he did to her.
Sara watched curiously as he kept his fingers on the ends of the dildo still buried inside her ass. He shifted himself on the bed until he was directly in front of the girl. His long arms reached over her shoulder and down her back to slowly start pumping it in and out of her again.
Unconsciously, Sara licked her lips. The girl opened her mouth as he thrust his cock in her mouth.
“Oh Jesus. Yes.” Sara couldn’t help herself. She started fucking her pussy again. Her hot wetness was pouring from her as she watched the man fuck the girl’s ass and mouth at the same time. She wanted that. Oh, she wanted that so bad. She had never tasted a man before. But now she found herself running her tongue all around her mouth and wishing that she was down there. Wishing that he was fucking her.
A ragged moan tore from her throat as she felt her muscles start to contract. Her orgasm was so close. She watched them in complete fascination as she continued to pound the vibrator in her pussy just like he was pounding the girl’s ass.
“Yes, oh God, yes!” She screamed as her pussy spasmed, and ripples of white-hot pleasure shot from her pussy, sending tremors throughout her entire body. She felt the warm fluid pour out of her, and she didn’t care. She couldn’t move. The orgasm had been mind blowing, leaving her body lax.
So she sat there. Vibrator still inside her, juices pouring from her as she continued to watch them with half-lidded eyes.
* * * *
“Oh my God.” Mitch stood in his first-floor apartment and watched the most erotic display of masturbation he had ever seen. Without even realizing it, he had reached into his briefs and started rubbing his cock. It was hard and pulsing with need now as he looked at the Goddess in the third-floor apartment pleasure herself. Watching her as she got herself off was the most amazing thing he had ever seen, and he had seen and done a lot. She looked so damn beautiful writhing in the chair as she brought herself to orgasm.
He had to have her. He needed to be inside her and fuck her. He wanted to pump into her the same way the vibrator was. He wanted her to scream for him while he was buried deep inside of her. Everywhere. He wanted to take her in so many different ways. He thought about it and fantasized about the multiple ways he could take her as he stroked himself harder. With his hand fisted, he pumped harder and tried to imagine her mouth on him. That vision did him in. He lost himself to his own climax, spurting his cum on his kitchen floor.
When he caught his breath, he had to laugh. All he did was get up to get a glass of water. He hadn’t been looking for a peepshow. But now he knew that she was a woman that was going to rule his thoughts until he was able to get exactly what he wanted from her.
Heading back to his bedroom, he considered his options for seducing her into his bed. He knew it might take some work, but he had one major advantage. He knew how she liked to be touched. He knew where she lived. And most importantly, he knew where she worked. He would approach her there first, where she would least expect it. She wouldn’t think it was strange for him to talk to her there, especially since he worked there, too.
* * * *
Sara’s body jerked, startled from the noise of her alarm clock. It took her a moment before becoming completely alert. She wasn’t lying down, which she thought was strange. She looked down at her body and was horrified by what she saw. Her hand was still holding the vibrator inside of her, and she could feel the sticky fluid of her release on her thighs. Light was pouring through the slats of the blinds, and she realized that she had slept like that through the night.
She looked down into the courtyard, and saw a man walking by with his brief case. She jumped from the chair. Anyone could have seen her. All they had to do was look up and see her feet perched on the windowsill and a vibrator buried in her pussy as she exposed herself to the world.
Oh God. Now what? How could she face anyone down at the mailboxes? Or even the parking lot? What was happening to her? She was getting so lost in her lustful urges that she was masturbating in front of her window. She needed to get a hold of herself and fast. What she needed most, though, was a man.