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Watcher
I don't know his name. He's just some faceless man I've seen thru the shadows. These past months he's become a lover of sorts. I find myself looking forward to "our time" together in the evenings. Although I've probably passed by him a thousand times over in the hall or in the parking lot, I wouldn't know his face, this man who inspires my pleasure. His shadowed image now haunts my dreams leaving me restless with need. An urgent building desire to feel his touch.
Several months agao my job transferred me here . While the money is better , the lifestyle is not what I've been accustomed to and I find rather than fight the hustle and bustle of the city I prefer the sanctuary of my apartment. But moving to a strange town has left me lonely so many nights. It was one of these lonely nights that I realized I wasn't quite alone afterall.
The summer heat was so ungodly oppressive that I often spent my evenings sitting in the small living room as the air conditioner provided a little relief. I don't know what exactly caught my eye in that moment but one evening I realized there was someone watching me from an apartment across the complex. Almost directly across from me, I could see the glint of the large single eye. A telescope, pointed right at me silently staring as I rubbed myself.
While I was shocked, I was also deeply turned on at the same moment. The orgasm that night was so intense I laid on the floor sprawled and panting trying to recover myself as I giggled at the thought of what I had done. For the next several days I kept my blinds closed, only peeking out on occasion wondering as I stared back at the blank window across from me. For days I waited, for what I wasn't sure. Perhaps for him to approach me in the parking lot, or knock on my apartment door. I chastised myself for being so careless and probably inspiring some "freak" who knew where I lived.
But one by one the days passed without event and I found myself curious to play with my watcher. Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was loneliness, perhaps I had found the "freak" within me. Whatever it was it began an intense relationship with a man who's face I cannot see. As the weeks passed one by one I found myself looking forward to each evening as I "play" in front of the large sliding glass door. My imagination running wild at the thought of being watched spiraled the pleasures I found.
One morning as I approached my car I noticed a pale pink slip of paper tucked under the wiper. My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled the paper free. Opening the fold two words shouted out from the paper... large thick black magic marker the words MORE ASS. Closing the paper quickly I looked around almost guiltily before my gaze stole up to his window. A deep crimson blush burned against my cheeks as I clumsily got into my car.
The piece of paper crumpled on the seat next to me as I fled the scene trying to stop the images racing thru my mind. My heart pounding as if I had been caught in some crime. My mind was occupied the rest of the day fighting with that small voice of concience deep within myself. More ass , what could that mean, it was wrong... but so exciting. The thought of him telling me what he wants to see, what he wants me to do exciting me deeply. What could I do, what should I do. The small voice cautioned me to stop this foolish play while a secret smile and telltale blush encouraged the stirring deep within my belly.
Walking down the hall later that afternoon, my legs fairly shook as I approached my apartment door. Indecision heavy on mind, but excitement flooding my veins. I could feel the heaviness of my pussy against the wet silk of my panties. The throbbing achey sensation had left me restless most of the day. In my heart I knew when I entered my apartment I would "play" again that night.
That night I closed my eyes against the dark night sky as I sat naked near the sliding glass door. With my legs spread wide I ran the palm of my hand softly against the wet folds of tender flesh. My fingers ,coated thickly with the musky sweet juice of my pussy, trailed slowly the length of my slit. My swollen clit jumped as a finger slightly brushed against it. My hips moved forward in the chair spreading me wider. I could feel the hot trail of juice sliding down my slit to pool against my ass.
A single finger moved along the trail to massage the tight opening. Rubbing my finger just as I would my clit I could feel it start to slowly open as I dipped inside. My breathe sounded painful as I moaned against the shuddering sensations. My finger slid inside the tight hole of my ass as my other hand dipped into my pussy to rub against my clit. My body began to tremble as I pushed against my hand , aching with need.
Reaching onto the end table I found my vibrator. The hard acrylic shaft cool and smooth to my touch. Turning the pale cylinder to high my pussy tried to swallow it hungrily as it buzzed loudly. Moving it in and out of my pussy I felt the tremors build like a volcano deep inside me.
Opening my eyes I can see his apartment lit up. He's sitting on the balcony, his telescope in front of him watching me. His features hidden in the shadows of the night, the light behind him letting me see him but not recognize him. He wants me to know he's watching, he's waiting, he's wanting. Through passion fogged eyes I soak in the vision of him long and lean. He's real, he's there, he see's me.
Clumsily I get out of the chair and go down to my knees. Staring at his form I lick the pussy juice from my hand as the other hand twists at a nipple. Moving forward I position myself on my hands and knees, crawling so that my ass is to his view. Pushing my hips high into the air I spread my legs far apart. In my mind I see him there with me. I feel his presence behind me, the thought of his hands running across my back and hips. Work roughened palms exciting me further as he kneads my cheeks......
My forehead moves against the carpet as I feel my ass begin to open as I push the pulsating shaft against it. Moaning , I feel it sink deep within me, filling me, pulsing almost violently. My legs tremble as my knees try to move farther apart. My ass holding tight, clenching at the shaft. In my mind I can feel him inside of me. I can feel the painfully sweet pleasure he is filling me with.
My shaking fingers touch my clit causing my pussy to clench in need, seeking relief as the juice trickles down my thighs. I can feel myself begin to explode as I pant and moan loudly. My ass and pussy clenching in unison as I rock my hips to and fro. Whimpering raggedly I collapse against the floor as the room spins around me. The muscles in my body tightening sharply as the sensations of my orgasm come wave after wave.
The next morning as I unlocked my car door I saw the reflection of a man behind me appear in the window. Tall and lean with a dark colored cowboy hat shadowing his features against the morning light. My mouth opened in a gasp as he pressed against me and purred throatily next to my ear. The sound sent chills of desire ripping through me as my shakey hand dropped the keys from my grasp to clank loudly against the asphalt. A large deeply tanned hand crossed in front of me holding a small white box with a bright red ribbon tied across it. Nipping lightly at my ear he whispered... "Thankyou for a very exciting evening. Wear these for me tonight."
Looking down at the box I saw my hand tremble violently as I nodded and opened the small box. Inside, laying on a scrap of red velvet was a beautiful set of silver nipple clamps, a fine chain strung between them. Looking into the window I realized I was alone again, but only till tonight . Running my finger admiringly against the silver clamps I smiled thinking of the night to come.
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"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. " -William Dement 
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