by Mia Moore
I grab the tissue box and dab the cum off my work pants. Put my cock back inside and get up to go to the bathroom. I wash my hands as the first hunger pang hits. I’ll figure this out later, while I vacuum and mop the floors. Gotta get something to eat.
I’m on my way back into the kitchen when the phone rings. I answer it and Claire’s soft, sultry voice fills my ears.
“Hi Mike. Can you come by tomorrow afternoon to fix my tap again?”
Yes! She’s changed her mind about the swinging thing with her husband there. “Sure. What time?”
“How does four sound to you? It’s just me here and we’ll have lots of time.” Manna from heaven!
“See you then.”
Chapter 19
I keep myself busy as I can the next day, waiting until four o’clock. I’m in the laundry room, washing the washing machine.
And boy, am I ready! Even though Olga was performing this morning, I didn’t jerk off. I wish she’d have her girlfriend over more often. It was so tempting to masturbate watching the two women go at it. I squirt more cleaner on the washing machine and rub until it shines.
They’re total opposites when it comes to looks. Olga, with the long dark pony tail, tall, big busted and perfect ass…Heidi, blond petite and curvy, a screamer too. When Olga put the strap on dildo around her hips and fucked Heidi doggy style, I was hard as a rock. God it was hot seeing them, tits and asses jiggling from the thrusts, Heidi screaming for more, fingering herself. When they ate each other out…fuck, I’m horny. Four o’clock can’t come soon enough.
The elevator clangs and there are footsteps in the hallway. Shit. I turn to face the machine, scrubbing at the control panel, hiding the hard-on in my pants. I glance to the door and there she is. Tara looks like she doesn’t look too comfortable seeing me either.
All at once I feel self conscious. No, not self conscious… a twinge of guilt. Guilt? Why the hell do I feel guilty about seeing Claire? This is crazy. Tara might fantasize about me and I sure get off watching her but that’s all there is to it. I’ve never even had a conversation with her and when we did talk, she gave me shit. No, she’s too fucked up. Besides, Claire’s more my type. What’s more, I can actually fuck her, not just fantasize.
“Hi.” A quick look my way and she lifts the washer lid up, bends down to throw sheets and towels inside.
For the first time since she moved in, her face is uncovered.
“Hello.” It figures she wouldn’t be washing clothes—she never wears any, except for now. She’s wearing a dark sweater and jeans, hair loose and flowing over her face as she moves. She WOULD have to pick the last machine, the only one left for me to clean.
I wait while she fills it, closes the lid, and selects the cycle. She turns to face me. “What?”
“I didn’t say anything. Sorry, I’m just waiting for your machine.” I hold up the spray bottle and cloth. I glance at my watch--just enough time to shower and dress for my appointment with Claire.
“Do you need to be somewhere? I don’t see a time-clock to punch.” She smiles and looks straight into my eyes, her lips pulled to the side in a smirk.
Does she know I’m going to see Claire? Fuck. She may have heard Claire on the phone, inviting me up. But Claire didn’t say my name, did she? But she did mention the taps. Fuck. She knows. God damned building with no sound proofing. She heard us on the phone.
“Just want to get the job done so I can relax, watch some TV.” I step close to the machine and she backs away.
“You like to watch?” Her voice is so soft, I almost don’t catch what she says.
“What?” My head swivels to face her. The corners of her eyes are crinkled, smiling.
“You like to watch TV? That’s what you do when you’re…off?” Now her mouth twitches.
She’s fishing. Why else hesitate before the ‘off’? My face is red, well at least the side I show her when I turn to look again. “You used to be a model, huh? Did you like people watching you do your thing?” Two can play this game.
“Yeah, I did. It made me feel beautiful, sexy even.” Her smile is gone and she looks down at the floor. “How’d you know I was a model?”
“I think the company mentioned it,” I lie. There’s no way I’m going to admit I’ve searched her on the internet. She wants privacy? She also likes to show off, exhibit herself. And it was my name she’d said when she masturbated. “You look like a model. I would have guessed it even if they hadn’t said. It’s your body, the way you move.”
“You’ve noticed?” She lifts her head to look at me. It’s like she’s examining my face, waiting for my answer.
“I notice a lot of things. Especially when it comes to the tenants in this building.” That’s as close as I dare reveal in this game of cat and mouse. I stare back at her, daring her.
“I guess that’s reassuring. Funny how you were just passing by the other night. I guess you really DO keep an eye on us, don’t you?” She lifts her hand and glances at her watch. “Hmmm…almost four. Time flies. But I should be finished by four, I think.”
She DOES know. She knows about Claire. She knows everything, but can’t find my surveillance equipment. When I go up to fuck Claire, she’ll be listening. She’s got me, red handed.
I smile and walk out of the room, go to my apartment. What can I say to her without confessing my hobby, admitting it openly? Besides, I don’t want her to see the bulge in my pants. Fucking Claire will be even hotter, knowing Tara’s listening, probably masturbating thinking of me.
Chapter 20
Claire doesn’t waste any time after she opens the door and lets me inside.
“Right on time and ready.” She steps into me, runs her hand over the bulge in my crotch. Oh fuck, she’s even hotter looking than before--every guy’s fantasy, a luscious woman in a black lace bra that barely contains her generous boobs, one hand on his cock and a beer in the other.
I take the beer from her and pull her close, squeeze the silky softness of her ass in my hand. The garter belt and stockings are a nice touch, and only serve to make her bare ass and pussy more exposed and inviting. Her perfume fills my nose, rising from her milky breasts pressed into me.
“That’s the way to greet a man. I’ve been hard all day thinking of this.” I run my hands over her ass cheeks, fingers trailing between them.
She steps away and takes my hand, leads me into the bedroom. She’s been thinking of this as well from the preparations she’s made in here. The room is spicy and warm, glowing softly from the flame of candles placed about. If I had any worries that she was filming this, the low lighting in the room dispels that notion.
“I’ve been dreaming of that thick cock of yours.” She stands next to the bed, lifts a glass of wine and sips it, her eyes glinting. She arches one eyebrow, peering at me. Almost daring me.
I wear the hoodie again, even though I’m not as concerned about her seeing my face. I’m sure she’s seen it but it hasn’t put her off, and really, it’s not my face she wants right now.
“Oh yeah? It’s just waiting for your mouth. Suck it.”
I take a large swallow of beer, see her smile setting the wine glass down and step close, slowly lowering to her knees. “That’s a good little slut. You really want it don’t you.” I know Claire likes dirty talk. Is Tara, listening?
“Oh my. Let’s get these pants off you this time.” She unbuttons the waist and slides the zipper down, pushing my pants down past my hips.
I slip my shoes off as her hands continue pushing my pants lower until I can step out of them. It’s sweet torture to have her mouth so close to my cock, waiting…
Her hands graze the muscles of my thighs, up to my shaft, hold the base and she looks up at me, a small smile on her lips. She waits for my words.
“Suck it.” A shiver of lust threads from my cock to the pit of my stomach when her hot tongue circles the head and her mouth opens to take me inside. “Oh God that’s good. All the way now…take it…deeper…yeah.”
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p; Her head turns to the side and her eyes look up at me, as she slowly releases it…
“Yeah, your mouth feels real good, sucking my cock.”
She lowers more quickly now, my words inflaming her lust. A frame of Tara, lying on her bed, fingering her pussy flashes in my mind and suddenly Claire’s mouth on my cock is too much. I want this to last, not blow my load like a horny schoolboy.
“Enough. Get on the bed. I’m going to lick your pussy till you scream.” My fingers stream through the blond hair, urging her to her feet.
“Mmm…I love it when you talk dirty.” Her voice purrs as she rises and sits on the edge of the bed.
Yeah, baby and you’re not the only one. She lays back and spreads her legs. “You’ve got such a hot cunt. Plump pussy lips and your folds, just barely hiding that sweet little clit. I’m going to suck and lick you like there’s no tomorrow.” I lower myself and run my finger along her slit, down to her opening.
“Lick me Mike. I’m so fucking horny for your mouth.”
My finger slides inside and becomes wet and slippery. I slip it out and through her folds to the firm bud of her clit, tease her, circling around it. “That’s a good girl, beg me to eat you.” I know this is more Tara’s fantasy, but Claire responds immediately.
“Please lick it, suck it into your mouth…fuck me with your hands…my cunt…ass…everywhere.” Her voice is a low growl and she strains her pussy up to my face.
I’m about to take her, lower my face when a click, a sound outside the window distracts me. I continue fingering her clit but turn my head to see what it is. A head…a head wearing a hood pulled down to the eyebrows, large dark eyes staring in, meet mine. We both jerk back at the same time and the head disappears.
“Please…you’re driving me crazy…” Claire’s fingers tug at the edge of my hood, pulling me down onto her.
I flick my tongue over the tip of her clit and then lick it slowly, alternating. She gasps and grinds into me even though my attention to her twat is mechanical, rote even.
Holy fuck! Tara? On the fire escape? I know it’s her and what’s more, she knows that I know. She’s probably watching me now. I push my fingers into Claire’s cunt, curling them to find her G spot as my mouth assaults her clit with renewed vigor.
“Oh yeah Mike…like that…Jesus you can eat pussy. Fuck my asshole, please. I like it when you do that.” Her feet are on the bed, knees bent, thighs raising herself, making her asshole available.
“Claire. Just stay like that. Don’t move. Those candles… it’s warm in here.” I’m on my feet, striding to the window, my cock harder than ever bobbing with each step.
I bend and hold the edge of the window, lift it upwards, stare down into Tara’s eyes.
“Mike?“ Claire sounds whiney.
“Hold on. You’ve got the hottest pussy I’ve ever seen. Play with yourself. I like to watch women do that.” My voice is directed at Claire but my eyes speak to Tara.
“Want me to use the vibrator?”
“Yeah, a big thick one.” I stare at Tara and smile. There’s no going back now. She looked like a scared rabbit when I first came to the window, but a smile appears and her gaze lowers, taking in all of my cock.
I take it in my hand and rub its length before the buzz of the vibrator and Claire’s voice call to me. Turning, so aware of Tara’s eyes watching my ass, I walk back to the bed and stand in front of Claire. Her hand is pumping the vibrator into her cunt, burying it to the base.
“That’s beautiful. God, it’s hot watching you fuck yourself with that…seeing the look in your eyes.” Did she hear that?
“Lick my clit again, please.” Claire spreads her pussy, showing me her clit, stretched taut by the fullness of the dildo inside her.
I glance at the window--she’s there. I lower to my knees. My hand replaces hers holding the dildo deep inside her and I flick my tongue over her hot spot once more.
“Oh God, I love this. You’ve got me so hot and horny…Jesus Mike, you’re good with your mouth.” Her hips pump up into me and I place the fingers of my other hand against her asshole.
“Fuck my ass. Just do me…God, this is good.” Claire is almost ready to come from the sounds of it.
“I want to do you doggy style like before. Roll over.” I take the dildo from her and slap her ass when she’s in position. I can’t resist looking over at the window, checking to see if she’s still there. She is. I didn’t care if I fucked Claire doggy style or if she was standing on her head—the important thing is Tara being able to see my cock enter.
“C’mon Mike…fuck my cunt and ass...” Claire wiggles her hips and lowers her body, till her shoulders rest on the bed.
I hold my cock and press it to her slippery hole, her cunt and thrust inside. I watch Tara in the window as I fuck Claire, slow and deep. “You like this, don’t you baby…my thick cock fucking your cunt. Play with your clit while I fuck you.”
Om my God, Tara’s fingers enter her mouth and disappear from sight. I know what she’s doing. I turn back to Claire and scoop the vibrator up, place the tip against her asshole and press it in.
“Oh fuck, that hurts so good. Deeper baby” Claire moans when I push more inside.
Once more I turn to the window. “You like your ass and cunt filled, don’t you…ride my cock baby…squeeze it in your cunt.”
Claire’s muscles contract, bucking her hips into me, grinding…
“Fuck baby…that’s the way…oh God, you got me…I’M COMING” I jerk hard into Claire, my cock almost exploding. “Oh yeah…your cunt’s so hot” Another spurt. I pull back and ram into her with the finale.
Claire is moaning and crying into the bedspread, her hand flying on her clit, lost in her orgasm.
I slump forward, my hand on her hip to steady myself, still watching Tara. Claire’s hand scoots behind her, grabs my wrist, pushes, signaling me to take the vibrator from her ass. I turn to look, slide it out and let it drop to the floor. She moves to the side and my cock slips from her, wet and slippery on my balls.
When I turn to the window, it’s empty. She’s gone.
“Oh fuck Mike. I needed that.” Claire shifts on the bed and places her head on the pillow, stares at me with eyes that sparkle, even though they’re half closed. “Come here. Lay beside me for a while.” Her hand extends towards me.
She’s a wet dream, a lascivious vision but I hesitate. I grab the beer from the table and finish it in one gulp, buying time. “I can’t stay much longer. A guy from the management company is stopping by to go over some things with me.” I could have told the truth, but I didn’t want to hurt her.
This thing with Tara is hot and I’m dying to talk to her but Claire deserves better. I get onto the bed and lay by her, put my arms around her and held her head to my chest. “That’s too bad. Gerald won’t be back until late tonight. Maybe you could come back after they leave. We’ll both be ready by then.” She slips her hand inside my sweater, plays with my nipple.
“Baby you wore me out. How about you just let me know when he’s away again? God knows how long I’ll be.” I’m getting better at lying, just like the dirty talk.
“Okay but next time…maybe we can play a little game. I’ve always fantasized about a guy breaking into my bedroom window, a burglar who has his way with me. You could wear a mask. That way, I’ll see this muscular chest and back.” Her fingers combed through the hair on my chest.
A mask? I’d never thought of a mask. It’d be kind of kinky. “Wow, that’s hot.”
“I’d like it rough. You’re a sweet guy. Do you think you can be rough with me?”
“I’m not sure about breaking in. I mean, you could get mad at me sometime and have me charged for rape or something.” She and her husband had filmed me the first time without me knowing. What would stop them from doing it again? Nope. Better to not indulge that fantasy of hers. I do like the idea of a mask though.
“Sorry baby. I hate to run but I’d better go.” I sit up and throw my legs over the s
ide of the bed, reach for the tangled heap of clothes on the floor to put my pants back on.
She sits up and rubs my back as I slide my legs into them. “This is just between us Mike. Gerald doesn’t know and can’t ever know. I’ve never cheated on him before.”
I stand, snap my jeans and close the zipper. She probably wouldn’t have cheated, if I’d agreed to swing with her and Gerald. But her husband’s kink was waaay beyond my own. No thanks.
“It’s our little secret.” Another lie. Tara watched the whole thing. What is she doing right now? Should I check the monitor first or take a chance and knock on her door?”
To be continued…
Book 4
Chapter 21
I almost died when he came over to the window, and saw me on the stairs watching. But he smiled; well the half of his face that I could see, was smiling. He was cool with it. I think he put some extra oomph into the romp with Claire, just for my benefit. And when he fucked her, said all the dirty things, he said them looking straight at me.
It’s weird. Claire is voluptuous with big boobs and curvy hips—a total sexpot. Why would he be turned on by me? Okay, I’m not flat chested but I’m slender—shit, I’m skinny. It’s got to be the voyeurism thing that tips the scale.
It was all I could do to keep a straight face in the laundry room earlier. I would have bet my life he had my apartment wired and now I KNOW he has.
I climb in my bedroom window and close it, even flip the lever to lock it. I KNOW how easy it is to spy on people from the fire escape. I smile thinking of how easy it had been watching Mike and Claire. But, it’s loose in a few spots, old. Should I tell Mike so he can fix it? This is probably not the last time I’m going to be spying.
Oh God, I’m horny. Is he going to stop by when he leaves or will he watch me from his apartment? Either way, these clothes have got to come off. But Claire wore a garter belt and bra. Maybe he likes that. It’s more seductive than plain nakedness.
