Beth hasn’t had a good day, she was running late, she was ogled at by her old fart of a teacher and then teased by her sexy older boss at work and all of that on the hottest day of the year, and with her pervy neighbour at the window it’s going to get a lot hotter.
A story about a sexy redheaded coed, voyeurism, exhibitionism and a thick red dildo.
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Look at me
I’ve never been so glad to get into my car. Even though it’s so blisteringly hot I feel the seat burn the back of my thighs, who cares? It’s Friday, it’s the hottest day I’ve ever known and shit, I just wanna get home! I crank the windows all the way open and pop the top two buttons on my blouse, the edge of my bra’s showing but hell, I’ll be moving and it’s too damn hot for modesty.
Opening the windows brings in the smell of hot tarmac. I reach up and undo my hair, the brown’s starting to show through the red dye, I’m gonna have to touch it up soon.
It’s been a shitty day, in all honesty. I woke up late and had to make a mad dash to class, still managed to walk in late enough that Mr. Stevens gave me that glare and the comment of “How nice of you to join us Beth.”
Like anyone would turn up to his stupid 9am lectures anyway unless they were compulsory. I just know he was staring at my clothes the whole time too, well, fuck you old man, it’s an unreasonably hot summer and those lecture halls haven’t even seen a picture of a fan, let alone an A/C! Besides there’s nothing wrong with what I have on.
I pause when I come to the red light and take a glance down. Nope, the skirt’s just above my knees and my blouse is short-sleeves, not even close to indecent, hell I wouldn’t even call it pretty unless you’re into bored office chicks.
So there’s a morning full of a boring lecture where I had to sit and listen to some old perv telling me stuff I already knew (Seriously why do I have to take the equivalent of a high school English class when they’ve seen my grades?) then an afternoon at my part time job, if you can call basic filing and coffee fetching a job. I could do the phones too but I guess Mrs. Pripit has seniority over the intern, it’s no skin off my nose to not have to do that job, plus answering phones would take time away from looking at the boss.
I feel the smirk on my lips. Ah, the only high point of my day, the boss of the office I work for. Mr. Micheal Casey. He’s older than me, not that you’d be able to tell, I nearly called bullshit when I had to do the office personnel files and saw thirty-two under his age. He’s dark-haired, it’s brown but so close to black and gorgeous brown eyes; they look just like Clooney’s.
I shift a little in my seat, oh, there’s that little tingle I always get from thinking about him… jeeze he’d be shocked if he knew how many times he’s bent me over his desk in my fantasies.
Hrn. Control, Beth. I’m almost home and then a cool shower waits, bliss! At least the suns going down now so it’s less blistering. Bring on the humidity I guess.
I turn into my complex’s parking lot and after shutting the windows climb on out. I ruffle up my hair as I do, the air’s sticky and everything feels like it’s clinging to my skin.
My heels clack against the floor tiles as I walk to my apartment, second floor in a pretty nice complex all told, mostly students with jobs like me and a couple of small families. I think there’s one old couple? No-one here really knows their neighbours.
I pause at the door and glance over my shoulder. The complex forms a ‘U’ shape and I’m on one of the arms.
I see the vague shadow twitch in the window directly across from mine and the smile creeps back onto my face. Well normally I’d just want to get in and take that shower, maybe binge on Netflix. But… well, after a crappy day a girl likes to feel appreciated. And I’d be lying if thoughts of Mr. Casey weren’t still circling my head.
I’m careful, I make out like I was looking in my purse for something. Can’t let him know and spoil the little fantasy.
Like I said, no-one really knows their neighbours.
The door opens and as I flick on the light I think, ‘show time’, in my head for just one second I can feel a spotlight rather than a dim fluorescent. My heels are clacking on a polished stage, rather than the cheap plastic tile of my apartment. Only one guy in the audience though, always just the one at first.
I’m good at this now, it’s got to look natural or he’ll catch on. I drop my purse on the dresser and take a moment to stroll to my window. I knew it must have seemed odd when I moved in that I wanted my bed under the only window but I like sunlight in the mornings. I didn’t have a clue back then, not that I regret the choice now.
He’s got the lights out in his place, but I know he’s watching.
I shake my hair in an exaggerated way and stretch out my arms; it makes my breasts push outwards, the third button strains against them. I glance down and giggle softly, I know he can’t hear but the effect makes them bounce slightly. Always slight, I love making it a long drawn out tease.
I turn and stroll slowly over to the kitchen, I don’t know if he can see this far back but no reason to stop the show. I grab a glass and fill ‘er up from the sink, then to the fridge, I go on tip-toes, almost like I’m dancing, I don’t need to but my legs looks amazing tensed, grab the ice tray and pop four out. Oops, I dropped one…
The bend over is a nice little touch I think, I’ve gotten good at hitching my skirt up just that extra inch, just enough for a flash of pink that sparks a thousand wet dreams.
Three cubes clink into the glass and I hold on to the fourth as I walk back to my bed. It’s set just far enough back that he should be able to see my upper body. I place the extra ice on the window ledge; I can just imagine him at there now, wondering what it is I’m doing?
Well, honey, it’s hot. I’m hot. I’m taking a drink, like any girl alone would. And if a droplet of condensation should run from the glass and past my lips… that’s right, watch its path… a single crystal of bliss trickling down my neck and chest. I feel the sensuous little bead slip its wet trail between my breasts and cease. The cool trail actually does feel really good.
I put the glass down and reach out to the ice cube, it’s melted a little but that doesn’t matter. I lift it and run it across my forehead.
“Mhhh.”
Then down to my neck, rolling it between my fingers I trail an icy path around the back under my hair line, it’s genuine heaven after the heat of today.
Now for the good part. I glance down at my chest as if a thought’s only just occurred to me; though if he were a little closer he’d see my nipples are already peaking at the idea, not enough yet but soon.
I press the cube to my chest, just above my bust at first, and I imagine the hiss of air between his teeth. I slide it down between my cleavage, and fuck that feels good, the heat of my body’s melting it,
a dampness appearing on my white blouse. I pop the third button and use the free movement to slide the cube across.
My right nipple hardens like a bullet, a peak visible even through bra and blouse and a moan escapes.
“Oooh, that’s nice…” I whisper, and trail the remains of the cube to the left; it hardens like its partner. God I love that they show so much when they’re hard, I love it when I’m in a bikini and I know every guy’s looking, I love that my nosy little friend over there must be able to see them now. Pointed and pert like little mountain peaks.
“Bet you’d love to suck on them, hmm?” I purr to my apartment, he can’t hear after all. I slide my hand out of the blouse and start to massage my D-cups though the cotton. “Ohh, oh yes…”
I’m back on that stage in my head, the curtains of my window grow to fill a theatre, my mind’s racing. How to do a really good show tonight, something to relive my stress of the day and give him one hell of an act? Well normally I save this manoeuvre for nights when I’m really aching but what the heck, I’m halfway there anyway.
I stand up and moving swiftly head into my bathroom. Got to be quick now, or he’ll think I’ve gone for good. I pull open my blouse and slip it off onto the floor, my chest aches in protest at the sudden end to the massage, hehe, steady on ladies.
I yank the zip on my skirt down and it hits the bathroom floor, followed by my pantyhose, they’re probably ripped but I’m already in the cupboard under the sink. I know; most girls keep cleaning stuff there, right? God I hope no-one ever looks in mine; spare panties I might get away with but it’d be a bit hard to explain the stockings and garter belt.
I drop the panties I’m wearing, they’re soaked through and they don’t match the bra, different shades of pink, not that I’m sure if any guy would notice. Come to that, this guy… he must know that girls hardly ever wear matching sets of underwear unless they’re looking to get lucky? I mean come on, the only reason I wore the lace bra today is because of the rush I left the house in.
Then again, isn’t this sort of my version of a date by this point? It’s not like anyone else is looking at my underwear, hehe, special peeping tom underwear.
As I slip on the stockings and garter belt I wonder if my neighbour really thinks I wear these to work and school as often as he catches me wearing them? Surely he must suspect something? Surely he doesn’t think any girl these days wears these to her job?
Ah, fuck if I care what kind of fantasy he’s come up with about the skin tone stockings. The point is more that he’s fantasising about me. The garter belt’s pink, matches the lace panties which now I look, have a noticeable wet patch, shiiit.
I grin and trace my hand down between my thighs, I’m soaking, eager for more and the touch makes me shudder, god it would be so easy to take care of it now. No, no, steady on.
I breathe and head back out, pretend not to notice the movement in the window across the way, that’s right honey, I’m back and now I’m a red-headed goddess in pink lace. Heh, I wonder if it’ll ever occur to him that I’m still wearing my work heels and really, what girl does that? I wonder if he’ll catch on that I‘m fucking sashaying across the floor?
No matter. I reach out to the top drawer of my dresser, he can’t see in but he knows what I keep in there.
My hand hovers over my toy collection, there’s a fair number (what, a girl gets lonely!) and for a moment I ponder.
There’s the bullet, the one I privately call Good Vibrations, or there’s the rabbit, a sure-fire way to a good, fast release, there’s my double-ended friend there, brought during an experimental phase that didn’t last long enough to make a use of it (Though I live in hope of an exciting sex life…) but I pass over them all for my favourite ‘performing partner’.
An eight-inch dick in red silicone, complete with a suction cup on the bottom. I’m not gonna claim this guy gets me off as fast as some of the others but he gets me there. Besides, it’s about putting on a good show, hmm?
Slow first, that’s the key. I kneel on my bed, turned towards the window and pretend to be examining my toy, sliding my hands up and down it as if I’ve never seen it before. I can see the movements of his arms in the half-light of the moon, he’s keeping pace with my touches.
I grin and lower the red silicone, trailing the head over my nipples one at a time, it’s stiffer and colder than a real one and it reignites the fire in my nipples.
I moan out, fuck it if he can’t hear, his loss. I grin and placing my friend there to one side I reach up and undo my bra, my breasts bounce slightly as the pink lace drops away and I toss it behind me. Ha! Does this guy really believe girls do this anywhere outside porn? Though I guess that’s kind of what this is; Lovely, personal, one-on-one porn just for him but oh so much more for me.
Fuck I’m wet. I lift the toy and trail my tongue over the tip, hopefully if I do that he won’t see that my eyes are fixed on his window. I can see his arm’s frantic movements in the half-light, yeah, you stroke it to me, you keep your eyes locked on me, you-
I see him start to get up! What? What the actual fuck! No!
Oh I am not letting him walk off now before the fun really starts, hell no! Not when I’ve not got mine yet, what, he thinks some slut on the internet can finish him better than watching me?
I stand, looking around the room quickly before spying the chair in front of my dressing table mirror. It’s got a wooden seat, polished and perfect. I seize on it and tug it closer to the window, fuck if he works it out, he’s not figured out I know he’s watching yet and it’s been weeks, either he’s fucking stupid or he doesn’t want to ask questions. Grab the dildo and slam the sucker onto the chair, make sure to bend over to give him a good view. I tug at the toy a couple of times to make sure it’s secure, the chair judders slightly but my big red friend doesn’t let go.
I turn back towards the window, spotlight in my mind on. Ok, so the audience is losing interest a little? Let’s see him turn away from this, I flip my hair back over my shoulders and lift one foot to rest on the chair, reach up to the edge of my panties and hook my thumbs under the waistband.
That’s right, you go right ahead and stare, let your eyes go wide and your draw drop when I slide wet pink lace down my leg and off, you start to hyperventilate as I giggle and lift my other leg, tugging the dripping wet panties from the heel of my shoe. They catapult across my bedroom and I giggle softly, I’ll find them later, maybe leaving a stain on one of the surfaces that people will ask about, and I get to dismiss it as a water mark or something. Another hot little secret between my admirer and I.
I turn back towards the window; I see a mild shiver in the half light. Oh yeah, sweetie, I got waxed yesterday, nice little surprise for you hmm? To look and see I’m totally bare for you? And do you know how wild that’s been driving me? There’s something so satisfying and maddening about going all day totally bare down there, feeling the soft cotton lace of my panties rubbing against my newly-bare skin. You know I spent half my time at work shifting my legs behind my desk, wondering if Mr. Casey could tell. Honestly I probably could have come on a breath the way I was feeling.
Like I could now, come to that.
I trail my hand down between my legs, the skin there’s so sensitive, it’s like a whole new erogenous zone. I’m trembling, fuck, I need it bad. I straddle the chair and… that’s right babe, watch… watch me slide down, but push the dildo in front of my aching pussy first, so that every inch of hard, ridged silicone rubs along my wet flesh. I throw my head back in a moan I don’t have to act.
Up onto my feet again, take hold of the dildo and rub just the tip around in tight little circles against my engorged clit. “Nnh… mmh…”
God I want it, I want it so much… a quick glance up tells me he’s still staring, I wait, I wait even though it’s killing me, for a beat of one, two… I see the movement of his hand and that’s the cue I wanted. I slide the tip in; I have to stand on my toes even in my heels to get it into the right position.
“Fuck!” I cry out, the stretch, the sweet relief to the ache in my body, it’s almost enough to bring me to release there and then, “Oh yes…” I lower my feet slowly, letting each perfect inch slide in little by little, bad as I want to just drop and let it stretch me out I can’t because that’s not part of the act.
Finally, finally I’m seated, the silicon balls press into my clit and I shudder. I grin and brace my hand against the chair’s seat. Tense the legs and—aaaah yess!
After that everything starts to become a blur, up and down, up and down, every now and then I push down and throw in a rough circling grind into it, fuck yes, the way it rubs across my clit makes me practically shriek in pleasure.
I don’t even have to look now, I know his hand will be jerking frantically up and down, I know he’s staring at the way my tits are bouncing, I know he’s straining to see if he can hear me moan and gasp and pant across the complex. Fuck I love this, I shut my eyes and I’m riding on this thick, hard cock in front of a crowd, none of them allowed to touch and all wanting it so bad, the spotlights flashing off of the wet silicone every few seconds as it slips in and out of my aching wet pussy.
“Fuck yes, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop…” I groan, though I don’t know who I’m talking to, maybe myself? Maybe him? Who gives a shit? I thrust my hips violently, the new motion drives the toy’s head right against my g-spot and a gasp out; “Oh fuck it yes! Right there, that’s the spot!”
My tits are on fire, I grab both my breasts and start to tug at my nipples, they’re like ‘on’ switches. I start to buck and bounce and now I can’t stop my mouth for anything;
“Don’t stop baby, oh please don’t stop, keep fucking me, oh yes…! NNh that’s the spot right there, keep doing that, aaah Keep doing that!” I gasp out, I can feel my body building to something and it’s gonna be a big one. I speed up my already desperate bouncing to a frantic speed, there’s no show now, no audience, there’s only the dick and the need to come.
“Oh Baby I’m so close!” I moan out, I can already feel I’m leaving a wet patch on my chair, this is gonna be amazing… it’s gonna leave a mark on this chair but I don’t even care, another dirty little secret I’ll have to explain away, and-
Oh fuck, what if one of these days I invite him over for some reason? Let him see the stains and try to pass them off, knowing all the time that he knows exactly how this filthy little exhibitionist slut made them?
That thought alone pushes me over the edge, my hips jerk forward as I scream out my pleasure and I squirt, hard, “Ahhhh I’m coming!!!!” I shriek, and my come jets upwards and out. A few dew drops splash across my window and I don’t care, a second wave of pleasure hitting as I jerk and quiver atop this fucking amazing toy.
My pussy clenches and trembles with every movement, so does my body. The big release followed by little pleasure trembles when I slowly slide up and off the toy. I flop forwards onto my bed, naked but for those pretty tan stockings and the garter belt. Mmmmmm.
It takes me a few minutes before I can move, stretching out like a little cat and glancing dazedly around my bedroom, just my bedroom. No stage and no light, no audience of baying men desperate to touch me, just my room in my no-great apartment with too much humidity in the room and a slowly drying pool of my juices around a dildo on my chair.
I sigh and stand wobbly, tug the toy free from the chair and toss it onto a towel I left on my floor this morning. I’ll take it through to the bathroom and wash it in a sec, cleaning up in here to do first… I shakily move over to my dressing table and pull out a few of my make-up wipes, making quick work of cleaning away the mess on my chair.
For a sec I think I’m done, and then I remember the window. I reach out to close the curtains and I spot the few drops against the glass. With a smirk I reach out with a make-up wipe to clean it off and I let my eye drift to the window across the complex.
It’s empty now, no shape in the half-light cast by the moon, I think I can see a light on deeper in the room, maybe he’s in the bathroom cleaning up himself, or in the kitchen chugging a glass of water after that exhausting session.
But for a second, if I kind of squint, I can kid myself he’s still there, watching me. It’s a thrill, maybe I’m a freak because of it but what do I care, a girl likes to feel admired. I grab the curtains and with a wink, yank them closed.
Show’s over for another night baby.
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