A fantasy flashed through my mind of cuffing her wrists to the top of the headboard, but as she and I have never been into bondage all that much, I had no handcuffs available. As it was, I guided her to grasp the top of the headboard, which stood a foot or more above her face. As she knelt there with her legs parted, her beautiful ass and sweet pussy exposed, waiting to see what I’d do next, I leaned over and turned the bedside lamp back on, eager to be able to see what I was doing to her body.
She raised her arms to the ceiling momentarily as I pulled her shirt the rest of the way off and cast it aside, then lowered myself to the bed so that my face was directly behind her, at ass level. I buried my face between her cheeks and voraciously began to lick her from behind. She squealed and her legs began to shake as she clung to the headboard. I ran my tongue down the crack of her gorgeous ass and scooped up some of the delicious wetness from her vaginal lips, moving back up and plunging my tongue into her tight asshole and listening to her now-animalistic growling.
I was hard as steel now, and without hesitation I grasped her waist and raised up so I was kneeling directly behind her. I figured the time for foreplay had come and gone, and shoved my thick cock directly into her wet, open cunt, drilling for the molten center. She screamed with pleasure and I knew I had struck gold. My massive testicles pressed against her clit, slapping against it with every thrust of my hips as she wailed mindlessly, now in the throes of a seemingly endless stream of multiple orgasms.
With each explosion, I could feel her tight, coral-colored pussy tightening and slackening around my meat. After ten or twelve thrusts I was seriously in danger of ending this much too soon, my own orgasm threatening to explode as I teetered on the brink of ecstasy.
Suddenly, I knew where I wanted to finish up.
I withdrew my rod from her sloppy, dripping wet cunt and positioned it at the back door of her pleasure house. Her asshole was already well lubricated from the earlier ass play, and I wasn’t worried much at all that I might hurt her.
I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole and heard her gasp for air. “Does it hurt?” I said.
“Noooooooooo,” she squealed, “put it in me, honey — I need it now!”
I slid one finger down the crack of her ass and dilated her asshole very slightly, first with the one and then a second finger, and then felt with satisfaction the swollen head of my cock begin to slide in unresisted. I didn’t hold back. We were both ready. I shoved forward, burying myself in her tight ass, and was rewarded with the sound of her cumming yet again. She had run out of words; her vocabulary was lost in a hurricane of pleasure, and the dozen or more orgasms she’d had already left her nearly cataonic, but begging for still more. I intended for her to get there a few more times before I stopped.
I knew this was almost over. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer, not at this rate. I felt my own pleasure boiling up, ready to explode into her like a volcano.
“Are you ready for it?” I gasped. All the energy in my body was focused in one spot, not to mention all the blood in my body pretty much having collected in my cock. I was barely able to form the words.
“Oh, yes, honey. Give me your goddamn cum! I need it!” she moaned, “Nowwwww!”
That was good enough for me. I surrendered to the storm and let myself cum, the tsunami that was my orgasm ripping through me, blowing away what was left of my mind, erupting into her tight little back door like Mount Saint Helens. She screamed with pleasure as I filled her ass with scalding hot, white jets of my cream. Three, four, five times I squirted my seed into her rectum, the millions of sperm off like sprinters at the starting gun, not knowing they were on the wrong racetrack. I pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her.
Lynn looked over at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. She smiled and kissed me, putting her arms around me and snuggling against me, her still-hard nipples grazing my chest. “Mmm,” she moaned, repeating the movement several times, looking into my eyes.
Without warning she turned and moved her head down my body, licking the traces of cum from my softening cock and pubic hair. I lazily reached between her legs, gently fondling her vulva, smiling as I saw the sticky white liquid oozing from her ass and dripping down onto her cunt, running down the insides of her thighs.
The sight was inspiring. I took her hips in my strong hands and lifted her bodily, placing her on top of me in a 69 position and buried my face in her wetness, running my tongue over her swollen clit, tasting the salty flavor of my seed.
I felt her take my balls in her tiny hand and swirl her tongue around my cock, awakening it once again, sucking the still-swollen head into her mouth. I ran my tongue up and down her moist labia and felt her squirm against me. My cock popped out of her mouth as I heard her cry out, “Oh, god — stop, please, it’s too much!”
I smiled to myself and said, “One more, baby. I want to give you one more.” I sucked hard on her clit and was rewarded as she cried out in ecstasy, cumming yet again. I stole still one more explosion of her pleasure before I finally agreed to let her rest.
“You bastard,” she grinned weakly, “you said one more.”
I had depleted her strength at last, it seemed, because she was lying on me now as limply as a rag doll, her face lying against my cock, unmoving. I would have worried whether I’d killed her except for the fact that I could feel her gentle breathing as she lay on me.
I reached down and helped her crawl up next to me, taking her nude form in my arms. “You OK?” I asked. She smiled weakly and whispered, “Ohhh, yes.”
I kissed her deeply, still tasting my own cum, and we closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep.
The End
Sick Day
Alicia stood in front of her mirror making sure her make-up had been applied correctly. She was a very pretty girl in her own estimation. Her black hair fell to halfway down her back, her dark eyes had a bit of a twinkle in them, and everything else was in order. After being completely satisfied with what she saw in the mirror, Alicia shut off the lights, gathered her things, and left for work.
Alicia opened the office like she does every morning. She put on a pot of coffee, put the day’s schedule on her boss’, Mr. Bowen, desk, and made sure she had plenty of the things he usually asked for between meetings with his clients and other lawyers. Though Alicia wasn’t the only secretary in the office, she was the one that Mr. Bowen trusted the most. All of his high profile cases he gave to her to personally see to. She was happy with the faith he showed in her, so she wanted to make sure his days started off as well as she could. A few minutes before he was scheduled to arrive, she got his coffee mug from his office and filled it with the hot beverage, add the right amount of cream and sugar, and then set it in the middle of his desk.
Fifteen minutes later, that cup of coffee still sat there, untouched. Alicia was starting to wonder if something had happened to Mr. Bowen. He was never this late to the office. Usually he would arrive right at 8a.m. Alicia had just started to look through her speed-dial numbers for his cellular phone number when the office phone started to ring.
“Good morning. Attorney Keith Bowen’s office, how may I help you?” she said after picking it up.
“Hi, Alicia, it’s me,” she heard the man on the other end of the line say. She recognized his voice right away.
“Hi, Mr. Bowen. You seem to be running a bit behind this morning,” she said with a playful tone in her voice.
“Yeah, well, I’m not feeling that well today, so I won’t be coming into the office,” he informed her. “I will be working from home. Could you call and cancel all of my appointments for the day? I know that there is a settlement conference set up for three this afternoon that is very important, but I don’t think I can handle anything else.”
“Not a problem, " she said. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“No, not that I can think of at the moment. If there is anything I will give you a call.”
“You know where I’ll be, " she said. “Take care and feel better.”
“Thanks, Alicia. Good bye.”
Alicia hung up the phone and began her phone calls, cancelling every meeting except for the 3 o’clock conference.
At 11 o’clock, the phone rang once again and Alicia answered it.
“Good morning, Attorney Keith Bowen’s office, how may I help you?”
“Hi again,” Mr. Bowen’s voice came through the receiver.
“Hey, Mr. Bowen,” she said, her voice sounding very happy. “How are you feeling?”
“A bit better, thanks,” he replied. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
“What is it?” she asked.
“I need the Avery file for the meeting this afternoon,” he told her. “I’m asking if you could bring it to me.”
“Sure. Do you need anything else?” she inquired.
“Maybe some chicken soup,” he said, his voice becoming higher towards the end.
“Mrs. Bowen isn’t taking care of you?” she asked.
“She’s visiting her parents in Philadelphia with the kids. They left on Saturday.”
“Sorry to hear that, Mr. Bowen,” she said. “I’ll leave here in a few minutes and stop off at the deli up the street for your soup. I should be at your house in a half hour.”
“Thanks, Alicia. You’re the best.”
True to her word, a half hour later, Alicia was knocking on the door to Mr. Bowen’s house. He lived in a mansion on the northern end of town. It was three stories, with four white stone pillars in front holding up a balcony that stretched the entire length of the house. Beyond the pillars were the huge solid oak double doors with a pure silver knocker on the right side. She rang the doorbell and waited a few moments before Mr. Bowen answered it. He was in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, with house slippers on his feet.
“Hey. Come in, come in,” he said as he opened the door wide.
She pulled the file out from under her arm and held up a brown paper bag as she stepped inside saying, “Avery file here, and chicken soup in here.”
“Thanks, Alicia,” he said as he took both. “Come in, please.”
He led her to his study, where he kept his computer and law books. His desk was made of cherry wood with a nice high-back leather chair behind it.
“I have been working on the settlement all morning,” he said and for the first time Alicia could hear the stuffiness in his voice. “I just hope Mrs. Avery is going to be happy with it.”
“Would you like for me to look it over?” Alicia asked.
“Would you mind?”
“Not at all. Hand it to me.”
He gave her the printed copy of the settlement proposal he had been working on. Alicia began to read it as Mr. Bowen took out his hot soup and started drinking it. Without having to look up she knew what he was doing.
“There is a spoon in there, ya know,” she said with a smile, never taking her eyes off of the paper in front of her.
“This is faster,” he told her.
“You are going to. . .”
“Oh, damn it!”
“. . . spill on yourself,” she finished as she turned around. All down the front of his shirt, Mr. Bowen had spilled the hot broth. He set the container down and left the room.
Alicia watched him as he left. She had had a crush on him ever since she went to work for him. Even though he was 25 years older than she was, she found him to be one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. He was tall, about 6 feet, had a decent physique, more firm than muscular, and he was starting to go grey around his temples. With all of these things put together, Alicia found herself very drawn to him.
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She set the paper down after she had finished reading it and went to look for him. She heard a door open down a long hallway and followed the sound. When she was certain she had found the source of the noise, she turned the door’s handle and opened it. The room she had found contained the laundry equipment with stacks of clean clothes on some shelves above the washer and dryer, and there stood Mr. Bowen, shirt and sweat pants off, completely naked, reaching up on the shelf for a new shirt while a pair of running shorts sat on top of the washing machine.
“God damn it,” he was muttering. “I’m such a klutz. I’m always spilling something on me, usually, its coffee.” He turned and saw that Alicia was standing in the doorway. He did his best to cover the bottom half of his body, but it was too late, she had already seen him. “I’m sorry, Alicia. I should have locked the door.”
She didn’t say anything, just kept staring down at his crotch, which his hands were covering up. He called her name twice more and she finally responded after the second attempt.
“Are you ok, Alicia?” he asked.
She refocused her eyes on his before answering.
“Yes, sir, I’m fine,” she said. “Just a little. . .” She paused for a second, gathered her thoughts and steeled her resolve, before starting to slowly walk towards him. “Sorry, Mr. Bowen, but I have found you very attractive from the first time I saw you, and now that I see you like this, there are so many things running through my head and I am going to do at least one of them right now.”
She grabbed his head and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
After being taken by surprise, Mr. Bowen pushed Alicia off of him, held her at arms length and asked her what she thought she was doing.
“Something that I have wanted to do for a long, long time,” she said as she started to run her hands up and down his chest, her fingers going through the fine hair that resided there. She kissed him hard again before bending down to kiss his neck and chest.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he protested as she continued down his body. “I really think we should. . . Oh!” He groaned as he felt her lips close around the head of his member. She pulled off of his cock, kissed the tip, and then started licking the underside from the base to the head over and over again. When she had him completely hard, she took him in her mouth once again, bobbing her head and using her right hand to massage his scrotum.
“Oh, Jesus,” he moaned. “That’s so good . . .but we should stop.” He tried to push her head off of him again, but it wasn’t that much of an effort.
Alicia pulled him out of her mouth with a ‘pop’. She looked up at him from her knees and said, “You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Mr. Bowen?” When he didn’t answer she engulfed him once again, sucking him hard and using her tongue to tickle the vein on the underside of his cock. He wrapped his hands in her long dark hair and began to control her pace. He would push or pull on her hair depending on how fast or slow he wanted her lips to run up and down his shaft. A few times he pushed her all the way down to the base of his 8-inch cock, causing her to choke a little. When he felt that she had sucked on him enough, he pulled her off of her knees and kissed her.
She broke the kiss and said, “And you wanted me to stop.”
“My mistake,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers again. As their lips were locked together, he started to unbutton her white blouse. She helped him by pulling the garment out of the waistband of her skirt. As soon as the blouse was off, her bra joined it on the floor of the laundry room. Mr. Bowen pulled away from her long enough to look down at her exposed breasts. They stood out firm from her chest and were capped with eraser-like nipples that he found himself wanting to nibble and suck on. He dropped his head to her chest and began tonguing them, making them harder than they already were. He bit down lightly on one of them, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Alicia.
She pulled his head up from her breasts and kissed him passionately, slipping her tongue into his mouth, dancing with his. He lifted her up and set her down on top of the dryer. Breaking apart once again, he leaned back and ran his hands down her chest, along her stomach, over her deep red skirt and then down her thighs before reaching under the hem line of the skirt and pulling down her thong panties. He pushed the bottom of the skirt up so it showed her shaved quim, with only a strip of manicured dark hair reaching up from the top of her clit. He dropped his head into her lap and started licking the juices that were flowing from her. He took her clit between his lips, gently sucking on it while lashing it over and over with the tip of his tongue. Alicia reached down and grabbed the back of his head and pushed him into her sex further. He pulled back a little, allowing her clit to come out of his mouth, and began licking up and down the full length of her slit, lavishing in the taste of her. After a few swipes of her pussy, Keith Bowen attacked her clit one again, alternating between flicking it, sucking it, and rubbing it with his thumb.
Alicia loved all of his attention, enjoying the sensation of his tongue on her most sensitive area. She could feel her orgasm starting to build. It swelled from deep in the pit of her stomach and centered on her hard clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “I’m cumming, I’m cummmmmiiinnnnnnnggggggg!!” She shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her hips rose off of the dryer, bathing Keith’s face in her orgasmic juices. He didn’t mind though. He wanted her to cum in the worst way. He wanted to lick her through her orgasm, to taste her as she reached her pinnacle.
When she calmed down a bit, he brought his head up from her drenched pussy, licking his lips. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her, kissing him so she could taste herself. Alicia pushed him away from her only so she could jump off of the laundry equipment. She looked down at his still hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked him a couple of times. It felt harder to her now than it did when she had it in her mouth.
“Fuck me,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me now.”
Keith spun her around and bent her over the dryer. He lifted her skirt and rubbed the bare skin of her ass. She was warm and smooth and he realized he had wanted this just as much as she did. He gave the insides of her thighs light slaps, causing her to spread her legs more. He moved in behind her, his cock in his hand, and in one thrust, penetrated her deeply, pushing until he could feel her wetness against his balls.
Being filled so much so quickly surprised Alicia and her torso shot up from the top of the dryer, revealing to her boss for the first time the tattoo she had on her left shoulder. Seeing she had it turned him on more and he thrust even harder into her depths.
“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned as she looked back at him. “That feels soooo good. Fuck me harder.”
He did as she asked, even though he knew it would make him cum faster. He slammed his pelvis into the cheeks of her ass over and over again. He reached down with his right hand and started rubbing her clit with the tip of one of his fingers, determined to make her cum when he did. Her moaning became louder as he applied more pressure to her love button and the walls of her pussy started clamping down on him more.
That was the beginning of the end for him. Feeling her convulse around his throbbing erection started a tingling in his balls, signaling to him that orgasm was approaching. He continued pounding into her and rubbing her clit when she looked back at him and groaned, “I’m cumming again. Cum with me, cum with me.”
He thrust once more hard into her and felt her begin to cum on his hard cock. Her pussy clutched around him, causing his balls to finally boil over. He shot stream after stream of cum deep into her pussy. His pelvis jerked deeper into her with every burst of semen that he set forth.
When they had both calmed down enough, Keith pulled out of her. When he did, a good portion of his seed came out with him and fell to the floor, while some more ran down the inside of Alicia’s thighs. She turned around and slowly sank to her knees then took his still hard tool into her mouth. She moved her head up and down a few times before taking him out from between her lips.
“Anything else I can get for you, Mr. Bowen?” she asked as she licked the tip of his cock again.
“Not right now, Alicia,” he said as he looked down at her. “But I think I may need you to stay here and help me for the rest of the afternoon.”
The End
Anamika - The Slutty Housewife
Anamika looked out the window of the eighteenth floor hotel room at the hustle and bustle going on in the alley below and wondered again why she and Kamal were there in the hotel. It seemed like a silly expense. Granted, it was a special occasion - her thirty-first birthday AND their tenth anniversary - and they planned to spend the night drinking and dancing, but home was only twenty- five minutes away by commuter train so it wasn’t as if they had to worry about driving under the influence. Oh well, it was what Kamal wanted to do so why should she care.
She turned and went to the bed and opened the garment bag she had carried to work with her in the morning. She took out the two cocktail dresses she had packed. She hadn’t been able to make up her mind between the black and the red so she had packed them both. Taking them out of the bag and hanging them up she still couldn’t make up her mind. She looked sexy as hell in both of them. Maybe she would let Kamal decide.
She unbuttoned the dress she was wearing and began to slip it off when something from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head and saw a man standing at a window in the building across they alley and then she quickly looked away. He was no more than twenty-five or thirty feet away and instinctively she knew he was watching her. It had never occurred to her to close the drapes, not all the way up there on the twentyth floor. She was just on the verge of going over and pulling them closed when something happened to her. A wild and crazy thought entered her head. She didn’t know him and he didn’t know her. “Dare I?” she wondered and even as she had the thought she knew she was going to do it.
She stayed in full view of the man and slowly took off her dress and let it fall to the floor. She made a production out of getting out of her slip and letting it join the dress and she felt the heat building in her pussy as she got into stripping for the unknown man.
Next the brassiere. She reached behind her and her fingers unhooked it and she let the straps slide down one arm at a time. She resisted the impulse to turn toward the man as the bra fell away from her breasts and instead stood still so he could see them in profile. They were still firm, even after two children, and they thrust out from her chest. The nipples were stiff from the excitement of what she was doing and she took them between the thumbs and forefingers of her hands and rolled them as she moaned and felt the heat flow to her pussy.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and then wiggled her ass as she shimmied out of them and they fell to puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of them and then did a slow turn to put her back to “The Watcher” - that is what he was to her now, ‘The Watcher’ - and then she spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist to pick up the clothes that she had dropped. She looked back between her legs and saw that he was still there and he had taken out his cock and he was stroking it. She shivered with the feeling of wickedness that coursed through her as she realized what she was doing to the man.
As she put the clothes she had picked up on the dresser she noticed that the bed was in The Watcher’s line of sight and she smiled an evil little smile as she decided to keep the show going. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She thought of The Watcher looking at her and she opened her legs wider as she slid one finger into herself. Did he see it slip in? Oh God, she felt so slutty lying there hoping that he could see her finger split her pussy lips. She added a second and then a third and began fingering herself. She could see him stroking his cock and she tried to match her hand speed to his. She rubbed her clit and moaned as she worked herself toward an orgasm.
She strained to see if she could get a look at The Watcher’s face, but shadows and window glare from the windowpanes prevented it. She had three fingers working and was so lost in the lust of the moment that she didn’t hear the shower stop running. She felt someone get on the bed with her and she panicked. Oh Jesus, he had somehow rushed over and managed to get across the street and into her room. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Kamal looking down at her and stroking his erection. She reached for it, took it in her hand and drew him toward her. She cried out so loud when her husband entered her that she was sure The Watcher heard her.
She looked over Kamal’s shoulder and saw that The Watcher was still there and his hand was a blur on his cock and she had the quickest orgasm of her life. She had two more orgasms as Kamal drove hard and deep into her, but she knew that Kamal hadn’t given them to her; they came because she was being watched by a man she didn’t know who was masturbating because of her. Just after her third climax she glanced over Kamal’s shoulder and saw that The Watcher was gone. She felt the edge go out of her excitement and when Kamal finished she wiggled out from under him and went into the bathroom to take her shower.
As she used the hot soapy rag to wash her pussy she thought again of The Watcher and his fist beating his big, meaty cock and she pushed the rag into her pussy with two fingers and had another orgasm.
To be continue
She stood looking at the two cocktail dresses on their hangers and made her decision. She would go with the red. She was definitely feeling like The Lady in Red so the red dress would be appropriate. The red dress and no bra!!! She wondered what had gotten into her that afternoon. It was so unlike her to do what she did. Maybe so, but why did it turn her on so much? Exposing herself to another man and now here she was planning to go without a bra while knowing if she didn’t watch her posture someone was going to get a good look at her breasts. She didn’t understand the change that had come over her, but she did like the feeling - she liked the feeling a lot.
The restaurant she and Kamal were going to was just across the alley on the ground floor of the same building that The Watcher had been in. Would he be in the restaurant? Would he recognize her? If he did would he find some way to let her know? My God, what would she do if that happened. At the very last minute, while Kamal was still in the bathroom she took off her panties. No bra and no panties, my God, what had she become.
As she and Kamal were shown to their table she felt as though every male eye in the place was on her. Was one of the men in the room The Watcher? She looked around the room, but did not notice that anyone was giving her undue attention and she felt a shred of disappointment. She wanted The Watcher to be there looking at her and remembering how he had masturbated while looking at her. God, what a rush it was to think that there might be a man in the room who had seen her naked; who had watched her play with her breasts and pussy and who had seen her take the hard cock of her husband.
She had the menu open and was looking it over when the waiter brought the bottle of wine that Kamal had ordered. She ignored the two men as they went through the silly ritual of sniffing the cork, rolling the wine in the glass and all the rest of that nonsense. Using the open menu as a shield to keep Kamal from seeing what she was doing she leaned forward as if to read the small print on the bottom of the menu. Her dress gaped open across the bodice and her breasts were in full view for the waiter to appreciate, her nipples erect and screaming, “Touch me, touch me.” From the corner of her eye she saw him looking down her dress as Kamal played ’the wine game.’ Anamika wondered if she had given him an erection, but she dared not look.
The waiter left, but he must have spread the word about what he saw because there was a constant stream of bus boys coming by to refill their water glasses. And every time they did if Kamal’s attention was elsewhere she would lean forward and give them a good look. Anamika didn’t know what she was doing to them, but she knew what she was doing to herself. Kamal wouldn’t know what hit him when they got back to the hotel room. Anamika was hot enough to fuck him to death.
Dinner over, they went to the lounge on the other side of the lobby and found a table close to the dance floor. The live band was pretty good and seemed to specialize in the music of the Sixties and Seventies, which is the sound that she and Kamal preferred. As she sat down she allowed the dress to ride up and then she spread her legs and wondered if anyone could see her uncovered treasure.
The next two hours went by as she and Kamal drank and danced. The entire time she was aware of the male eyes on her and she constantly wondered if one of them was The Watcher. Anamika was careful to hide it from Kamal as she flashed her breasts every chance she got and when they were sitting she made sure that her dress was up and her legs were apart. Anamika was hot! She was hot and ready to go back to the hotel room before she lost it right there in the lounge and tried to get Kamal to take her on their table. But first she needed to hit the ladies room.
After taking care of business she touched up her makeup and then took a good look at herself in the mirror. What she saw looking back at her was a woman who really needed to be made love to. Oh shit, she grinned at herself as she thought:
“Tell it like it is. A woman who needs to be fucked and fucked hard.”
Anamika set her clutch down on the counter and pulled her dress down to expose her breasts. She looked at her stiff nipples and then pulled on them with her fingers. “Oh God” she moaned and pulled her dress back up. She needed to get Kamal back to their room NOW!!!
As she left the restroom someone grabbed her and spun her so that her face was pressed against the wall. Strong arms held her in place and a voice said in her ear:
“Enjoying yourself bitch? Get yourself off teasing people? You think I didn’t know you saw me in the window? I know what you are. I’ve watched you all night flashing your tits and cunt,” the voice said as she felt her dress being lifted and then fingers probing for her pussy.
Anamika moaned and then voluntarily or involuntarily - she never knew which - she spread her legs and he drove his fingers into her and she orgasmed. She actually orgasmed at his treatment of her.
“This is the wrong time and the wrong place, but there will be a right time and a right place you little slut, and when that time comes I’ll fuck you until you bleed.”
And then he was gone!
Anamika stood there, face to the wall, trembling, but not from fear. No, not from fear, it was from excitement. She shook it off and headed for the table to get Kamal. They were going to the hotel room and they were going NOW even if she had to drag him. She was almost to the table when she realized that she didn’t have her clutch purse. The Watcher must have taken it from her and she hadn’t noticed. Oh sweet Jesus. The Watcher had her driver’s license! He would know her name and where she lived and she was suddenly amazed when she realized that the idea not only didn’t frighten her, but it made her pussy drip.
Anamika reached the table and told Kamal that it was time to go and when he said, “Let’s have one more drink and one more dance” she shocked him by saying, “No Kamal, now! I need to be fucked and I need it right now!” She had never used the “F” word in front of him before and he sat there looking up at her, mouth open in amazement. She grabbed his sleeve and pulled at him.
“Now Kamal, now!” The elevator door had no sooner closed than she went to her knees in front of Kamal and pulled his zipper down.
“What the hell are you doing Renu? Cut that out” Kamal cried as she reached in and took hold of his cock.
Anamika almost had it out when the car suddenly stopped at nine and an older couple started to get on. The woman took one look at Anamika on her knees and snorted, “Well, I never!” as she grabbed the man with her and pulled him back off the elevator. Anamika laughed and said:
“That’s probably true. I’ll bet that she never.”
“What the hell has gotten into you Anamika?”
“It’s what I’m trying to get into me lover. You!”
To be continue
She got Kamal’s cock out and managed to give it a few licks and a few quick sucks until she felt the car start to slow and then she quickly stood up. She almost giggled watching Kamal frantically trying to stuff his erection back inside his trousers. The elevator stopped at twenty and Anamika dragged her husband to their room and waited impatiently as Kamal fumbled with the key.
Once inside the little red dress hit the floor and she was pulling at Kamal’s belt. As Kamal moved between her legs she looked over his shoulder and she thought she saw a shadow behind the window opposite. Was he there? Was he watching? God, she hoped so as she dug her nails into Kamal’s ass, pulled him to her and begged him to fuck her hard and make her cum.
Anamika sat at her desk staring out the window and thinking about the last two weeks. First, there had been what had happened on the night she and her husband Kamal had celebrated her birthday and their anniversary. Anamika couldn’t believe how she had acted and the thoughts she’d had that night. She had been stared at and lusted after by a whole room full of men and she had loved it. She left the restaurant a changed woman - a woman who wanted the attention of men and a woman who would do the things necessary to grab that attention.
The next day on the train to work she noticed that the men in the car weren’t paying her any attention even though she was a good looking woman and she finally figured out that the way she was dressed had a lot to do with it. Severely tailored business suit, hair up in an unbecoming bun and wearing ‘sensible’ shoes. The perfect look for a sixth grade school teacher, but not something that would make men want her. And Anamika wanted them to want her - she needed them to want her - not that she would ever let one of them have her. She loved Kamal and she would never betray him, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t tease a bit.
As was their usual Saturday morning routine Kamal had gone to his standing Saturday morning golf date and she used that morning to do her shopping. But that Saturday she had modified the routine. Instead of the sweats or jeans she usually wore that morning she left the house in a short skirt, low cut blouse and with no bra. She wore a sweatshirt over the blouse and wore tennis shoes, but carried a pair of “fuck me” pumps in a bag. Anamika drove the kids to their dance lessons and dropped them off. Anjali’s mother would pick them up when she picked up Anjali and drop them off for their swimming lessons. She would finish her shopping and then pick up her two and Anjali and drop Anjali off on the way home. She watched the kids go into the dance studio and then she headed for the Wal-Mart Super Center.
In the Wal-Mart parking lot she removed the sweatshirt and tennis shoes and put on her heels. She checked her makeup in the visor mirror and then headed into the store. For the next hour she wandered up and down the aisles filling her shopping cart with items and filling trousers with hard ons. Any time a man was near she would bend at the waist to get something off the bottom shelf and let him see her free hanging breasts with their stone hard nipples. She would smile to herself when out of the corner of her eye she saw the man’s pants ’tent’ up.
She had men following her through the store pretending to be shopping, but she knew they were looking at her and wanting her. She had purchased a half dozen pair of thong panties and while doing it she teased two of her admirers. She stood there holding a pair of the panties in front of her and contemplated them as the two men watched. She knew they were imagining seeing her wear them and the thought made her hot. She knew they not only wanted to see her wearing them, but they wanted to be the one to help her take them off and that thought made her even hotter. By the time she had picked the kids up and had gotten home she was as horny as a goat.
When Kamal came home from the golf course she had sent the kids out to play and then she had pulled Kamal into the bedroom, pushed him back on the bed and went for his zipper. It had been a quick, no frills fuck. She hadn’t even taken his pants off. She worked his cock out, sucked it until it was hard enough for her and then she had moved over him, pushed down on him as his hardness slid into her and then she had fucked him until he came. Along the way she’d had two orgasms of her own. When she dismounted and let him get up he had said:
“I don’t know what’s come over you lately, but I think I like it. I like it a lot.”
She looked at him as his cum oozed out of her pussy and thought:
“Oh no honey, I don’t think you would like it at all.”
Sunday was a day for catching up around the house and she stayed so busy that she never once thought of what had happened on Wednesday night or on Saturday, at least not until three that afternoon. She was in the driveway helping Kamal wash the car when she noticed a car coming down the street. It slowed when it reached her house and then speeded up after it had gone by. Ten minutes later she saw the same car coming down the street from the other direction and it did the same thing again. It slowed down as it reached her house and then speeded up after it went by. She couldn’t see into the car because of the tinted windows, but she knew who it was and her pussy got damp as she realized that The Watcher had just let her know that he knew where she lived. Why knowing that caused her to become sexually aroused she had no idea, but aroused she was and once the kids were put to bed Kamal never knew what hit him. As she had her third orgasm in her mind she imagined The Watcher watching them as he masturbated.
Monday on the way to work she sat on the commuter and looked around at the male passengers, who were again not paying her any mind, and she wondered about it. She was a good looking woman and the clothes she was wearing shouldn’t have detracted from that. Were these men less manly than the men who had lusted for her the previous Wednesday and the ones who had followed her around Wal-Mart? What was wrong with them?
That afternoon when she left her classroom and went into the teacher’s lounge she found a package in her mailbox. It was addressed to her at the school and had no return address on it. No stamps, no FedEx or UPS labels, just a package wrapped in brown paper with her name on it. She opened it to find her clutch purse with her driver’s license still inside. She felt the surge of heat in her belly - The Watcher knew where she worked! She set down at the table, her mind in a whirl as she remembered his promise:
“There will be a right time and a right place you little slut and when that time comes I’ll fuck you till you bleed.”
And now he knew not only where she lived, but also where she worked. She asked the girl behind the counter in the school office if she knew who delivered the package.
“Just a guy who said he was with a messenger service.”
She put it out of her mind and hurried back to her classroom for her next class.
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Before she boarded the train to go home she went into the station restroom and opened up her suit jacket, rolled the waist band of her skirt up two turns to show a little more leg, and then closed the jacket. She would see if a little more leg got her a little more attention. As she left the restroom she saw male eyes on her and she wondered if one of the men was The Watcher.
On the train she sat in a very unladylike manner. She had both feet firmly planted on the floor and her legs slightly spread. Over the top of the book she was pretending to read she saw two men opposite her straining to look up her skirt without trying to be obvious about it and it excited her. She wished she had shortened the skirt a little more.
She was fired up when she got home, but she had to hold it in. She couldn’t rush off to the bathroom and use her hairbrush handle because she needed to get dinner started. But Kamal was going to be in for another long, hard night. As she peeled the potatoes she thought of how she could dress the next day. She needed to find that fine line between what would excite the men on the train and what would be acceptable wear at work. Or did she? Why not both? Yes, that is what she would do; she would do both.
Kamal left for work a half-hour before she did so he didn’t see her as she left the house. She was wearing a short skirt, thong panties, a low cut blouse and she wasn’t wearing a brassiere. The outfit was topped off (or bottomed off she giggled) with a pair of “come fuck me” high heels. If she didn’t get their attention in that outfit then they were dead and just had not yet been buried. She carried the clothes she would wear to work in a garment bag and would change into them when she got off the train.
It was everything that she hoped it would be. Men jockeyed for position to sit near her or across from her so they could look down her blouse or up her skirt. She smiled to herself as she saw all the tented trousers and knew that she had caused them. That morning set the pattern for the next week. The train was her stage and when on the train she let the world watch her as she tempted and teased. Every time she bent forward or leaned down her breasts were on display for all to see. When she sat down she let her skirt ride up and the men across from her strained to look up her skirt and catch a glimpse of her just barely covered clean shaven pussy. Her eyes met there’s and she grinned knowing that every one of them wanted her and would fuck her in a heartbeat if they just got the chance.
Every day on the train and at the station she looked from face to face to see if there was any indication that one of them might be The Watcher. He said that someday he would catch her alone and every time she thought of that whispered promise her pussy got wet. She knew she would never be unfaithful to Kamal, but the fantasy was just so damned hot!!!
It was a Tuesday morning and she was in the women’s rest room changing clothes when her cell phone beeped. Anamika took it out of her purse and looked at the display. It said, “Private number” and she wondered who it could be. She pushed the button and said:
“Hello?”
“Good morning slut” said the voice she never would forget. “Changing out of your slut clothes? Getting ready to go and pretend you are something you are not? You are a slut Anamika and we both know it and one of these days you will be my slut. Like it or not Anamika, you WILL be my slut” and he disconnected.
At first she was alarmed that he had her cell number. Was there nothing about her that he didn’t know? And then her body tingled at knowing that he was out there and that he wanted her. He wanted her as bad as the men on the train wanted her. She hurried into a stall and it took her less than a minute to get herself off with her fingers. As she left the bathroom she stopped and scanned the crowd looking for something, anything that might point out The Watcher. She saw nothing out of the ordinary and she hurried off to work.
Anamika wondered if her students got anything from her that day. Her mind was on The Watcher and how he seemed to know everything about her. She knew how he found out where she lived, but how had he found out her cell phone number, how had he found out where she worked? She remembered his form in the window as he jacked off his cock. The same cock he had promised that he was going to fuck her with. She knew he never would - she would never allow it - so why was her pussy always wet when she thought of him? Somehow she managed to get through the day and when she got on the train to go home there was something different. On a whim she had taken off her thong. Some lucky guy was going to get a full beaver shot on the train that evening.
She hadn’t been sitting there for a full minute before she noticed the man across from her staring up her skirt. Anamika moved her legs just a little farther apart and he grinned at her. She grinned back and he responded by rubbing his bulge and that drew her eyes to it. My God, she thought, what did he have in there, a large summer sausage? She watched as he slowly unzipped and suddenly she knew what he was going to do. The tunnel was coming up and as soon as they entered it he was going to take out his cock. She sat there staring mesmerized at his hands as he got ready.
The train drove into the darkness and something snapped in her and she got up and hurried over and sat down next to the man. He took one of her hands and put it on his cock and then he removed her hand. Anamika knew she should let go of his cock and go back to her seat, but something kept her there and when the man’s hand left hers she left her hand where it was and seconds later she was surprised to see that she was stroking his cock. She felt his hand on the back of her head and she didn’t resist as he slowly pushed it down. She moaned and opened her mouth and he pushed upwards into it.
Her body was on fire with the slutitshness of it. She had never done anything even remote like that before and she couldn’t believe that she was doing it then. Her head was bobbing up and down and he was arching up and pushing his cock at the back of her throat as he moaned, “Yes, yes, yes.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw the sliver of light that told her they were almost out of the dark tunnel. She went to lift her head, but the man moaned:
“Please, oh God please, I’m so close.”
Anamika clamped her lips tight around him and bobbed her head faster and he moaned, “Oh yes,” as his cock erupted in her mouth. Two quick gulps and she lifted her head from his cock just as they roared out into the daylight. Fifteen male passengers watched as she wiped the trace of cum leaking from her lips with the back of her hand. She looked each one in the eye and grinned as she stood up to get off at her stop.
As she stepped off the train she was thinking, “Oh God, was Kamal going to be in for it that night. She was going to fuck him to death.”
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That night for the first time in her married life Anamika fell asleep sexually unsatisfied. Kamal had, for the first time ever, said:
“Enough Renu, enough. For God’s sake woman, I’m only human.” Anamika woke up and reached over for Kamal. She may have gone to sleep unsatisfied, but she could start the day out right. But Kamal wasn’t there. She got out of bed and pulled on a robe and headed downstairs. Kamal was in the kitchen making the coffee and he was already dressed. She wasn’t going to get anywhere with him that morning.
She got the kids up and then fixed breakfast. Kamal kissed her goodbye and left for work and she fed the kids and got them out the door on time to meet the school bus. As she was getting herself ready for work she thought again of what had happened on the train. That wasn’t her! None of what had been happening lately was the real her. She didn’t know what had happened to cause her to be the way she was behaving. It had to stop! She needed to get control of herself. She selected the most sever looking business suit and the most unflattering pair of shoes she owned. Minimum make up and her hair up in an unbecoming bun and she was ready to go.
She was ignored on the ride into town and she didn’t see anyone look at her as she went from the station to the school, but she was barely inside the door when her cell phone beeped. She answered it and heard:
“It’s too late,” said the voice that sent shivers down her spine. “You can dress down, but we both know that you are a slut. I’m out here slut, and I’ll have my chance.”
She heard him disconnect and as she stood there looking at the phone in her hand she became aware of something. Her left hand was caressing a breast. Good God what was wrong with her.
That evening on the train ride home she kept her eyes on the floor. She didn’t want to look up and see if any of the faces present were some of the same faces that had watched her wipe the cum off of her mouth with the back of her hand. She especially didn’t want to see the face of the man who had pushed her mouth down on his cock. She closed her eyes and forced her mind to concentrate on practical things. The new house should be completed within the month and she needed to make lists of what to do, what to keep, what to give away to Goodwill and what needed to be done to the house to help it sell. There had been a ton of walk throughs, but no offers and Neeta, the real estate agent, had given her a list of things that people hadn’t liked about the house. She had worked off most of what was on the list, but she still had a dozen or so items left to do.
She felt someone settle on the seat next to her, but didn’t think anything of it until arms went around her to hold her and hands grabbed her head. She opened her eyes to see that they had just entered the tunnel and then there was a man standing in front of her. She opened her mouth to demand to know what the man was doing, but as soon as she opened her mouth she had the answer - a cock was pushed into the open hole and as the hands held her head the man fucked her face. The man who had his arms around her was rubbing her tits and even through the jacket, the blouse, the slip and the bra she could feel her nipples harden. A hand slid up her skirt and fingers poked, probed and pushed at her pussy. She felt the crotch of her panties forced to the side and then fingers were pushing into her pussy. She moaned and spread her legs and surrendered her pussy to the hand. The cock in her mouth was pistonning fast trying to get off before the end of the tunnel and she moaned again and clamped her lips tight around the cock. A voice moaned, “Oh Jesus” and she felt his cum spill into her mouth. She gulped it down and then licked the cock as it was pulled out of her mouth.
Suddenly the arms holding her released her and the hand was withdrawn from her pussy. She sat there with her eyes closed until her stop was called and then, with eyes still on the floor, she got up and moved to the door. As soon as she got home she stripped off her clothing and using the handle of her hairbrush she got herself off. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her. An unknown faceless man had fucked her mouth and as she moved the hairbrush faster she knew it would happen again and she also knew she wouldn’t fight it.
It was a Saturday morning. Kamal was out playing twenty, the kids were at the pool for their swimming lessons and she had an hour before she needed to go pick them up. She had just gotten home from shopping at Wal-Mart and she was horny and hotter than hell. She had worn what she considered her “slut suit,” short skirt, low cut blouse with no brassiere on under it and high heels. She got a hell of a kick out of slowly walking the aisles and generating hard dicks and knowing that every man who saw her wanted to fuck her. She wondered if the day would come when one of them would. She knew one who wanted to and who was determined to. At least she thought he did. She hadn’t heard from The Watcher in three weeks.
She was in her kitchen looking out her window at Akshay who was busy cutting the grass in her backyard. Akshay was the twenty year old son of their next door neighbors and Kamal had hired him to take care of the yard so Kamal would be free to play golf on the weekends. She watched him as he moved back and forth across the yard dressed in only shorts. She wondered if he had boxers or briefs on under those shorts. It didn’t seem fair that he could get away with walking around in only shorts.
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It didn’t seem at all fair to her that men could walk around almost naked while women had to cover it all up. She grinned to herself as she thought, “Well, not all women. Some of us let a little of it hang out” as she remembered her train rides and her visits to Wal- Mart." She wondered again where her exhibitionist streak had suddenly come from as she wondered if Akshay had ever seen naked beasts, ass or pussy. She wondered what Akshay would do if she let him see her like The Watcher saw her. She got a warm and fuzzy feeling as she thought of letting the young lad see her goodies. What would he do? How would he act? She giggled as she realized that she knew exactly what he would do. He would find a private place where he could get rid of the hard on she had given him. Could she make it happen so she would be where she could watch him stroke himself?
He was a good-looking boy and she wondered if he was still a virgin. Had he played with any of the young girls he knew? If she let him see her would she be his first naked woman? Oh my God, wouldn’t that be a rush. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to make it happen. She wanted to expose herself to him. Oh my God she thought as she realized that the idea had her pussy dripping.
She looked at her watch; she had enough time before she had to pick up the kids. She wouldn’t let him see her nude that day, but she could tease him a little. That’s what she would do, tease and escalate. A little that day, a little more the next time and even more the time after that. Make him want to see more. Make him sneak around, looking in windows, peeping to see if he could see more of her. All she would have to do was find things for him to do around the house and then ‘carelessly’ and ‘accidentally’ let him see more and more until she let him see her in all of her naked glory. No better time to start then right then.
She hurried upstairs to her bedroom and dug through her drawers until she found just what she wanted. She undressed and put on the short skirt that she wore on the train and then put on the worn halter-top she had taken from the dresser. She leaned forward and got the effect she was looking for - her breasts were fully exposed. Next she took off her panties and sat down on the bed across from the dresser and looked in the dresser mirror as she moved around to find what position she needed to be sitting in for Akshay to be able to see up the skirt and get a glimpse of her clean shaven pussy. She combed her hair, put on some fresh makeup and headed back down to the kitchen.
She made a pitcher of lemonade and then went out to get Akshay. He had finished the backyard and was doing the south side of the house when she walked up to him. He was a tall boy, at least four inches taller than she was and he had to look down when she was talking to him. He couldn’t help but notice her breasts and she did notice his eyes widen a bit when she leaned a little forward and the loose halter top let her breasts float free.
“It’s hot out here Akshay and I noticed that you are all sweaty. I’ve made some lemonade so come on in the house and take a break and cool off.”
She turned and headed for the back door and she could feel his eyes on her tight little ass so she put a little more wiggle into her walk. She had him sit at the kitchen table and then she poured him a glass of lemonade and bent forward at the waist to hand it to him. That gave him another chance to see her breasts. Did he notice how hard her nipples were, how they stuck out like stiff miniature erections?
She took the chair on the side of the table rather than the seat across from him and sat down with legs wide to give him a chance to look up her skirt. She leaned forward, giving him another look at her breasts and then asked:
“As a teacher I’m curious; what are your favorite classes in school.”
“Math and chemistry I guess. I like the lab work we do in chemistry.”
“How about science or biology? Don’t you do lab work in those classes?”
“Yeah, but it is yucky. Who wants to cut up frogs.”
“What about sports? You going to go out for any?”
“I’m going out for football.”
His glass was empty and she leaned forward to take it from him. She grinned as she saw his eyes lock onto her exposed melons and saw the tent in his trousers. She yearned to reach out and touch it, but she didn’t dare. As she refilled his glass she thought about the men on the train and giggled as she remembered what one of the men had whispered to her one night.
“We are going to rename the tunnel for you love. It will be called Blow Job Alley.” But what she had been doing with them over the last few weeks she couldn’t do with Akshay. The men on the train were grown adults while Akshay was just a boy. She could tease, but she didn’t dare touch. But she did want to see his young cock and she did want to expose her naked body to him so she would just have to find a way to make it happen. She was just getting ready to sit down again when the pone rang. She took the call and suddenly everything changed and there was a sense of urgency to make what she wanted to happen with Akshay happen. Suddenly she had a limited window of opportunity.
The phone call did give her another opportunity to tease Akshay. She got up and sat on the kitchen counter while she talked and when Akshay looked her way he could see straight up her skirt. He could see her pussy and she wondered if he could see how damp it was and would he know that his looking is what was making it damp? Was the lump in his trousers more pronounced? She thought it was and she shivered knowing that she had caused it. She really, really wished she could see his cock and maybe even touch it just once.
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When her phone call ended she slid off the counter, hung up the phone and then turned to see Akshay getting up. “I need to get back to cutting the grass. I have to be done by eleven-thirty because I promised my dad I’d help him move some things. Thank you for the lemonade.”
“You’re welcome Akshay,” she said as he went back outside. She watched him go and she was already planning the next time
When Kamal got home she told him about the phone call. “We have an offer on the house. The couple that looked at it last Saturday have offered our asking price if we replace the cracked patio or get an estimate for having it done and subtract that much from what we want. Also, we need to finish working off that list of items she gave to us, that’s part of the deal also. I told Neeta I’d have you call her back on it.”
“Why didn’t you just tell her to consider it a done deal?”
“I did, but you have to call her and let her know which way you are going to go. You talked about doing it yourself, but if you don’t and we use a contractor we need to have a time frame for him getting the job done. If we go the estimate route we need to get Neeta the figure so she can get started on the paperwork. And, we have to start pushing to get the new house finished because our agreement with Neeta is that we would be out within forty-five days of closing.”
“I’ll go call her now.”
“Oh, and I need you to talk to Akshay for me.”
“Why? What did he do?”
“It’s what I want him to do. I’m going to have to start packing and I’m going to need some help getting things down from the attic and up from the basement. See if you can hire him to help me.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem. Kids his age are always looking for a way to make some spending money.”
“One of the items on the list that Neeta gave us was cleaning up the ratty looking flower beds across the back of the yard. Can you get Akshay to weed them?”
“I’ll have him do it tomorrow. I’m going to the boat show with Ted. You interested in going?”
“No. I’ve some things I need to get done here. Things I have to do before we move. Ask Akshay to check with me when he comes over. I might have some things I want moved.”
Sunday, as soon as Kamal had left for the boat show she had gone to the bedroom to get ready for Akshay. She put on her tightest T-shirt and the same skirt that she’d had on the day before. Again she went with no bra and no panties. With no bra her nipples poked the T- shirt and made sexy little pimples for anyone to see. She knew the pimples would be bigger by the time Akshay arrived; the excitement she was feeling would see to that. They would be positively stiff.
The doorbell rang and she looked through the spy hole and saw that it was Akshay. She rubbed her nipples one more time and opened the door. She said, “Hi Akshay” and watched as his eyes locked onto the peaks trying to poke through her T-shirt.
“Come on sweetie,” she said as she turned and walked away from him, “My list is in the kitchen.”
She knew his eyes were on her ass and she put some extra wiggle in her butt. In the kitchen she picked up her list and then ‘accidentally’ dropped it. Her back was to Akshay and she bent at the waist to pick it up. Her short skirt rode up and at the very least Akshay got a good look at her partially exposed buns. She picked up the paper and turned to face Akshay and was gratified to see from the bulge in his trousers that she was having the desired effect. She looked at the list and then said:
“The real estate people are bringing a couple by to look at the house so the first thing I’d like you to do is clean out those flower beds at the back of the yard. While you are doing that I’m going to take a shower. I’ve been working up in the attic and I’m all sweaty and yucky. By the time you get done with the flower beds I should be done and we can take a look at some of the other items on the list.”
She hurried upstairs and pulled the drapes open and pulled the blinds up on the window that looked out onto the back yard and then stood back out of sight until she saw Akshay at the flower beds. She moved to the center of the window and presented herself in profile and as she did it she remembered the last time she had done it and felt an electric charge surge through her as she thought of The Watcher.
Out of the corner of her eye she watched Akshay and as soon as she saw him turn his head towards the house she threw her arms up and, as she had hoped, the sudden movement caught Akshay’s attention and he looked up at the window. She slowly pulled the T-shirt up over her head and arched her back just a touch to push her breasts out. She let the Tee fall to the floor and then she cupped her breasts with her hands and rubbed the nipples with her thumbs. Still in profile she raised her arms and ran her fingers through her hair.
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