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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was on a Tuesday evening, I came out of the shower to change into my pajamas. I opened my curtains and beheld a lady naked; seemingly coming off the shower like me, standing near her window with her lights on. Her house was on the next street but a bit closer and I stood in awe. I couldn't move a nerve: not knowing if it was to avoid missing a thing or being seen.
Looking towards my direction, she seemingly started to put on a kind of show. Gently applying a moisturiser (or whatever) to her body and taking her time to massage every single bit deep into her skin. When she gets to her lovely boobs she gently smooches and massages them making a point of squeezing them together and pushing her chest out towards me (or so it seemed).
I couldn't hold it anymore as my dick went rock hard and throbbing. I lowered my hands and started stroking my dick gently. I climbed unto my bed which was positioned near my window which put my waistline at the window level and I started wanking towards what I was looking at. While I was wanking away, she was busy making love to her body and most especially her boobs. She focused her attention on her nipples which from where I was standing looked long and hard. She massaged her boobs and then would end up with a long pull on her nipples.
I was wanking so hard with increasing rhythm that my whole body shook. She turned around bent over as if picking something off the floor and gave me an eye full view of her killer bum. At that point, she blew a kiss towards me and switched off her light. That was when I realised my lights were on too...
On Wednesday, I returned from work and found an unaddressed envelope. I gently opened it up to find it was dinner invitation signed off as "the window lady xxxxxx".
I am so looking forward to this dinner and would keep you posted if anyone is interested...  |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Eve walks past the window naked all the time gets dressed and rubs body cream into her naked body but no one ever looks up only the postman "
The post man must be booking your street always I imagine  |
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"Eve walks past the window naked all the time gets dressed and rubs body cream into her naked body but no one ever looks up only the postman
No wonder they are slow to deliver mail in chester"
Do they? Then chester must be Eden! |
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Counting the days was became a hobby as it seemed to like forever. I had imaginations of what might happen and how it would happen. Like most things in life; fun or sad shall come to pass, the D-day eventually came to pass...
It was on a Friday evening. I didn't know what sort of dressing would befit such a dinner (or dinner date?). While having my long shower, I decided to go for a semi-casual semi-corporate dressing (whatever that meant ). Had my Givenchy Gentleman on picked up the bag containing the little gift and a Taylor's 10 Year Old Tawny Port I got her. With some confidence, I left for my mysterious dinner with the Lady at the Window.
On reaching the door bearing the house number on her invitation, I gave a gentle tap and waited... Withing a few seconds, the door majestically opened. There she stood in her full glamour. I didn't know if my jaw dropped because it felt like it did. She had a blue long velvety looking dress on and stood at about 5'8" tall with a full rounded body. Her V-necked dress gave a glimpse of her cleavage line and two full boobs. The pretty Lady at the door offered her hand and cheeks which I took and pecked. She then stepped aside and ushered me in. She looked fabulous and I caught a wisp of her perfume which smelt so lovely. I gave her the gifts I came with which she accepted and seemed to appreciate. Judging from her facial expression which showed a mixture of genuine surprise and appreciation.
There before me was her sitting room and the dinning table at the other end of the room. She offered me a glass of wine and a seat. Her sofa was soft and smooth as I imagined her skin would feel. We had a quick chat which included introduction and a bit recapturing of what actually on our first encounter...
Sharon had the cutest smile and the easiest person to talk to. We giggled at some light banters and the evening kicked off on the best footing...
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With dinner eaten, (sorry I didn't concentrate on the food and how it tasted as I was lost in what dessert would be...) and a few glasses of wine, discussions and flirting were all flowing seamlessly. All seemed to be moving in a romantic path which I had prepared myself for. My imaginations revolved around the gentle body massaging princess until she stopped short and looked me in the eyes and said "Dinner is over! It's time to teach you not to perve on a lady next time!"
She ordered me to stand up, I wanted to ask why but the fire in her eyes caught me midway. I stood up trying hard to hide my shaking knees. Again, in a tone commanding soldiers would envy, she ordered me to face the wall which I did without hesitations. I felt her fingers trying to find my nipples which she did find and gave a good squeeze and twist which made me yelp in pain and pleasure. She smoothly traced my spinal line with the gentlest of touches and then again reaching my nipples she tickled them and then gave them another hard squeeze. That made my cock throb and begging that her perusing hands find it and appreciates how hard they have become. She then unbuttoned my shirt and almost ripping them off me. The same was the case with my trousers. Before you could say jack I was naked with the tip of my throbbing cock brushing against the wall. She demanded that I stayed as I raise my hands above my head which I did instantly. I heard her footsteps moving away from me. I did not dare to look back to avoid her seeing I was looking. She went upstairs and was still ordering that I stayed fixed. Within a few minutes which seemed like years, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. My heart started beating faster I thought I might be having a heart attack. I didn’t know what I was getting but I kind of prepared my mind for anything (or not) as the yelp I gave when she spanked my bum showed how unprepared I was. She ordered me to turn round to face her. Lo and behold…
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She has changed into a cat suit with a whip around the back of her neck like a no-nonsense mistress. I was shivering as I never did pain and never thought about it really. I was about starting to sweat when the whip landed on my bum which brought me back to reality and the lash had a bit of excitement to it. then, I never I was being initiated into pains...
After the light whipping, she then decided she was going to teach me a lesson for being naughty and not looking away when I saw her through my window. She came close to me, stroked my already hard cock. I was feeling her warm fingers tracing the pumping veins running along my cock, just the she gave my cock a twinging slap and I gave a loud yelp out pleasure and pain. She repeated this over and over...
Then, without any warning she grabbed my balls with such a tight grip that sent a strong sensation through my body... She squeezed them so hard I thought she was going to crush them. She would give a little release and then dig her fingers deep into them and gave them a good squeeze and she would not let go. She kept squeezing to the point I was begging but she still would let go. |
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