The Delilah Experiments, part 1: The Window [MF]

Two in a day!
Delilah, I think I mentioned, grew up the very definition of a choir girl. That’s how I’d known her in high school, the transfer student from a catholic school who was way too nice to ever associate with a broody musician like me (gag). When we started hooking up, now 27 and reunited, one of the first impressions that I got was that she desperately wanted to push her boundaries. In the almost ten years since, she’d gotten tattoos, dyed her hair purple, moved to the city, and had a longer list of partners than I did. Yet none of them knew how to crack that shell. Apparently I did.

I’ll be documenting all of the kinks and quirks we got into over the next few weeks. Hope you enjoy.

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It started out simple enough. A week of not seeing her had led from us texting nearly every hour to an escalation of topics, and eventually how very, very compatible we are in bed came up. I told her at some point about my writing these stories, and she seemed interested, so I would write her little samples, just solo thoughts really. A little detail, just enough to fill in the blanks and round off the edges, and it would drive us both into a frenzy.

One of those was a text that led to me saying how I wanted to fuck her in her living room with the windows wide open so that anyone who looked up could see her. To my surprise, she hesitantly liked the idea.

Delilah was, to the best of my recognition, the definition of a choir girl in high school (I mean, we were both in choir, but you get the idea), so her open mindedness to the idea of being fucked in front of potentially the whole city was astounding, even if it was buried under some serious nerves.

Then again, she’d asked me to push her boundaries.

By the next time I saw her, it had been pushed to the back of our minds by a dozen other dirty and non-dirty conversations we’d had and plans we’d made. I don’t remember which particular adventure we’d gone on this day, but it hardly matters.

In the back of the uber back to her apartment, I got pretty restless. Exploring is one of my favorite things in the world, and a good day of seeing sights and broadening my horizons usually gets me in the mood for my other favorite thing. So, happy and horny, with fifteen minutes of city traffic to get through, I thought I might engage in another fantasy I’d had.

My hand slowly crept across the back seat, resting on Delilah’s thigh while I looked out the window. Over the course of a minute, I slid it further and further up her thigh so that just the edge of my fingers were brushing the seam of her jeans. For her part, she stayed completely calm. Her breathing didn’t even stutter, lest she tip off the driver.

The car stopped to pick up another passenger. I didn’t let up.

I began tracing her lips through her jeans, feeling the heat build there. The most subtle movements up and down with two fingers, adding pressure and fading away while the other two traced patterns on her inner thighs. I could feel her getting wet through the fabric, but we both knew this wasn’t going anywhere but getting us worked up. Never the less, I was having fun.

“Jerk,” she said with a coy smile as we got out of the car. I just smirked and took her hand in mine, letting her feel that her juices had seeped through and made my fingers damp.

As soon as we got into her apartment, I grabbed her by her jacket and pulled her into deep kiss. We were both on fire now, tearing cloths off of each other and ourselves with every step towards her bedroom.

I pushed her roughly backwards onto the bed and immediately tore everything from the waist down off of her. I was desperate to taste what I’d done to her, and I wasn’t disappointed. Fifteen minutes of secret/public torture had her lips coated in her juices, little drops pooling where her lips met. I couldn’t resist, and took a long, slow, broad lick from the very bottom of her pussy to her pierced clit, collecting every drop along the way. It felt like I was licking wine from her skin, and I found myself (unexpectedly) growling with sheer desire.

Honestly, I kind of faded out of her immediate responses, I was so lost in my own world of devouring her. When I regained my focus, she was rolling her hips, grasping desperately for anything around her, and pulling me into her with her legs firmly wrapped around my shoulders.

I pushed two fingers into her and began curling them upward in time with my tongue, smiling as she cursed and actually laughing with delight when her lips completely took on a life of their own. In short order, I was no longer going down on her, but simply letting her use me, trying desperately to follow her aggressive, erratic, and desperate fits and spasms while she rode my face.

Another surprise with Delilah is that she is absolutely a closeted screamer. You can tell that she’s holding it in most of the time, but only just. A few times I’ve managed to make her forget herself and just let go, and it’s always a fun challenge for me.

This was one of those times.

As the tension in her built, her moans and gasps got louder. Her pussy began tightening around my fingers, both of her hands were twisting her nipples, and her hips were all but bouncing off of the bed while a constant stream of desperate pleas, curses, and outright commands spilled from her.

Then she screamed a deep, shocked cry, almost as if she was scared by how suddenly the orgasm had taken her.

I held her with one arm around her hips like a vice, the other furiously rubbing her g-spot with the flat of two fingers, and my tongue tasting every… single… drop.

No sooner had she gotten through the screaming and begun the post-orgasm moaning than we heard the keys of her roommate in the apartment door, which stood just five feet away from Delilah’s bedroom door.

I looked up with a wicked grin from between her legs while she looked down at me with look of mixed shock and guilt. We both burst out laughing at our timing.

“Do you think she heard?” Delilah asked, genuine concern in her voice.

“Mmm, I hope so,” I replied, leaning over to push my tongue past her lips. She let out a quiet moan as she tasted herself on me.

“We have to be quiet,” she said with a grin, biting her lip in a way that made me absolutely determined to make her scream again.

“You should get to work on that,” I said, standing up and pulling her to sit on the edge of the bed. No request required, she immediately fished my cock out of my jeans and took it all the way down her throat. I let out a heavy groan, honestly forgetting the conversation that we’d just had in light of Delilah’s incredible skill. I threaded my fingers through her hair, loving the contrast between the feeling of her wild curls and her soft, wet tongue underneath me.

She was hot, wet, and on a mission. Sucking and stroking me. Swirling her tongue all over the underside of my length. Up, down, up, down. Taking me deeeep, deep down to the base, until her face was pressed against my belly and I couldn’t possibly help but push my cock deeper into her throat. Delilah is one of the rare examples of someone who’s not just great at giving head, but fucking loves to give it, and it shows.

The heat clicked on, and we both rolled our eyes. It’s one of those roommate pet peeves, you know? The vent is right above Delilah’s bed, pointed straight down where your face would be when you sleep on it, so just about any time the heat was on, you were bound to be uncomfortable in this bed.

With a sigh, she kissed the tip of my cock and climbed further up onto the bed to open the window over the headboard, and suddenly all of those conversations about open windows came flooding back to my mind. As she turned to the window, I followed her up, kissing her back while she opened the blinds, then the window. When she moved to close the curtains again, I held her wrists in place and I could feel her realize what was happening and hesitate.

“Look,” I whispered into her ear while teasing her pussy with the tip of my cock. “Look at all of the people who can see you bent over your headboard, about to get fucked.”

She was silent, but I felt a shiver go through her.

She was so wet, and I was so covered in her saliva that I just slipped into her, and that shiver became a tremor. She held in a groan, letting out the most contained gasp, and looked out the window. Only a few stories down, people were going about their day. The building wrapped around in a U shape, so right across the courtyard, anyone could look out their window and see her. Hell, if her roommate looked out her own window, she’d see us fucking.

It was intense. I could sense her tension. Her whole body was tight and stiff. I could also tell that she was determined to conquer her uncertainty, so I started dragging my fingers up and down her back, down her thighs, into her hair. I said calming words and encouraged her.

Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her back to me, and whispered fucking dirty things to her.

Like I said, I love the idea of making her scream. Now, especially with the window open, I had to try. So I threw everything that I had into her, fucking her as hard as I could, playing with her nipples and clit while I drove relentlessly into her. When she couldn’t stay quiet anymore, she ducked behind the headboard, burying her face in the pillows to let out gasps and moans.

In a rare moment of brilliance, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her new vibrator, then reached below her to push it against her clit while I drove into her. The response was immediate. She crumbled underneath me, shaking and trembling, then climbed up back up the headrest, sitting straight up and moaning out loud right into the window.

Less than a minute later, I could feel her cumming around my cock, gripping me, spasming around my cock, and gasping to the city.

I pulled out and immediately brought her mouth to my cock, letting her suck all of her cum off of me, and then pulled her by her hair into another searching kiss. I fucking love tasting her own cum on her lips.

I pushed her back onto all fours, this time facing away from the window, to the floor to ceiling mirror that reflected right back out. I watched her eyes roll back when I slid myself into her again, and her hands grab fistfuls of sheets to steady herself when I began to pull her hips to dip in an out of her.

It wasn’t long before my constant hammering wore her down to the point where she was prone on the bed and I was fucking her into the mattress with my full weight, so hard that she’d shifted partially off of it. My hands were pinning her down, my cock constantly battering her pussy.

Through it all, I was intent on watching every little face that she made in the mirror, seeing how she gripped the sheets to steady herself, how she gasped breaths in time with my thrusts, and how she cursed into the quilt. She was fucking incredible, completely prone, completely helpless and at my mercy.

A few minutes later, I drove myself as deep as I possibly could, and came hard into her, the whole time watching her face as she felt me pulsing inside of her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/653don/the_delilah_experiments_part_1_the_window_mf