I lay on the floor for a few minutes, catching my breath, feeling the auto-
erotic thrill gradually ebb. I felt a satisfied smile spreading across my
face and I said to myself “You’re a great fuck, Wendy.”
The phone rang, disrupting my post-coital satisfaction. “Shit”, I said,
struggling to my feet and I grabbed the phone next to the sofa.
“Hello”, I said. “You are a very sexy woman” the man’s voice on the other end
replied. “Go to your window”, he said. Shocked, embarrassed and a little
angry, I forgot that I was naked and I walked to the window of my living room
that faced the street. “Now, straight across and 1 flight up from you.” he
said. I looked up and saw a man standing there, holding a phone. He looked
at me, smiled and waved.
“You’re a bit of an exhibitionist.” “How long have you been watching me,” I
said, looking up at him, suddenly realizing I was still undressed. I went
back to the sofa, out of eye’s view of the window. “Oh, don’t go away, well,
pretty much since you moved in there. I have some pictures of you I would
like to show you. You have quite an active sex life.”
I felt a combination of anger and erotic desire swelling up in me - anger at
having been photographed by a stranger without my knowledge and turned on
because I was photographed. I went back to the window and looked up at him.
“You have such beautiful breasts”, he said, “but I think you know that
already. May I come over?” He seemed handsome and, for all his
voyeurism, he didn’t frighten me, so I decided to accede. “Okay.” I said,
“I’m in…” “Apartment 3B, I know. I’ll be over in ten minutes.”
I hurriedly put away my dildo and threw my dirty clothes into the hamper. I
put on a robe and tried to prepare myself to meet someone who had been
watching me for over a year. I couldn’t decide whether to be in a panic or
not, whether I had just risked my life letting a stranger into my apartment.
I wondered which parts of my sex life he had seen, which lovers, which
experiences.
I figured I would soon find out.
Exactly 10 minutes after our conversation, he knocked on my door. Frightened,
I opened it up. He was very attractive - 6 feet tall, fit and slender. He
couldn’t have been over 25. He was wearing blue jeans and a t shirt, carrying
a big envelope under his arm. He smiled at me. “My name is Richard, I’m
happy to finally meet you face to face, Wendy.” He shook my hand. I didn’t
think much of it at the time, but in retrospect it was a funny thing to do
when you meet someone you’ve been peeping on for a year!
“These are all the pictures I’ve taken of you, including negatives. I want
you to have them.” I took them from him silently and led him into the living
room. “I think you know this room well,” I said. He laughed, “I hoped you
would have a sense of humor. Why don’t you take a look at them.”
We sat down on the sofa with the pictures between us. I emptied the envelope
of what seemed like hundreds of pictures, all of me, many with other people,
all in states of nakedness or sexual activity. “Can I offer you some water or
something,” I said trying to figure out what to say to him. “Thank you,” he
responded.
I went to the kitchen and tried to figure this all out. I couldn’t, but I
knew that unless I did something, I would be under his spell for a long time
and would have to move. I came back with a glass of water for him. As I gave
it to him my robe fell open. I was about to close it, but then realized that
he had seen me naked so many times, it didn’t matter. I let it fall open. I
suddenly had an idea. I let my robe fall to the floor. I saw him smile and
watch my body.
“There’s only one rule, Richard. You can watch me, but don’t ever touch me.”
I smiled at him and licked my lips. He smiled back and responded “It’s a
deal”.
I sat down on the couch again, and picked up the pictures. He watched me as
I went through them. I saw pictures of me fucking myself like I had just been
doing, pictures of me with old boyfriends, getting fucked, sucked, giving
head. There were a lot of pictures of what was the only lesbian experience I
had ever had, a very long and erotic session with the agent who found
this apartment for me. I smiled at a lot of them, keeping an eye on Richard
the whole time.
“What are you thinking?” He asked. “That I am a really good porn model.”
“You are, you are very sexy and very erotic. I’ve loved photographing you.”
I smiled and I raised my hands to my breasts, rubbing them over my nipples for
just a second. He watched and I watched the rise in his pants. I got off the
sofa to place some distance between us and I continued touching my
breasts, while he watched. When his hand fell to his own crotch I knew I
had won.
I stopped touching myself. “It’s your turn, Richard.” He looked at me,
surprised. “It’s your turn. Get undressed. I want to watch you. It’s only
fair.” “B..b..but…,” he stammered. “Do it.”, I said, or else you’ll never
see me naked again.”
I sat back in the big chair opposite my sofa and watched him. I was naked,
with my legs crossed, casually watching him take off his shirt. He ran his
hands up and down his firm, smooth chest, moaning slightly, biting his lip
slightly.
He undid his jeans and pushed them off, along with his briefs. His cock
popped out, standing straight up. He began giving me a show, touching his
cock, his balls.
Running his hands all over himself, he moaned, ” I wanna fuck you Wendy”. I
responded “Remember our deal.” To keep him excited, I spread my legs apart and
let him see straight up into my pussy. His eyes opened wider at his first
relatively close up view of my pussy. I slid a finger inside of me, which
evoked a long moan from him. “When you cum, I would like you to eat it all
up.”
While I watched him, aroused from an extent of auto-eroticism which was
comparable to my own, I thought over the pictures he has taken of me, and
wondered what to do after he came. I was trying to think of something he
hadn’t photographed, but which I enjoyed and which would reinforce his lesson.
“Oh god Wendy,” he yelled as he began bucking back and forth as semen began
spurting out of him. It landed on his hands, his stomach and some even flew
across and landed on my leg. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and swallowed
his semen. “Lick it off of my leg.” I told him, and he knelt down and licked
the drop that was on my leg.
He lay back on the floor exactly as I had been earlier, catching his breath.
I was aroused and wet beyond words, but I needed to stay in control for at
least a few more minutes. “I’d like to watch you more often, Richard.” I
smiled down at him, and he looked up at me, looking straight up into
my snatch. He continued stroking his semi-limp cock as he watched my pussy
lips glisten with juices.
“Have I redeemed myself?” He asked, still panting, still stroking himself,
probably absentmindedly. “Almost,” I responded. I stood up and positioned
the mirror at his feet and stepped back, watching in the mirror as he stared
straight up my cunt. I felt my juices dripping down my leg as I prepared the
coup de Gras.
“I’m gonna sit on your face, Richard, and I want you to tongue my asshole
like its going out of style.”
“Whatever you want, Wendy.” He moaned, as I muffled his voice with my ass.
“Yes, Richard, that’s how it’s going to be. Whatever I want.” And as I
settled onto his face and felt his mouth on my ass, I let myself go off into
erotic heaven.
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