Fantasy-- Blinded
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Posted:May 12, 2007 12:15 am
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2007 6:12 pm
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> you're my neighbor, you happen to notice me
> thru my window that i forgot to draw the
> blinds undressing after a long hard day....
Oh that was you? And it's not the first time either.
The first time I was coming home with the new hottie from the office after a second-date dinner. She wasn't much between the ears, but Cindy had some nice curves and I had gotten to her before the other guys. Cindy? No that was the last one. This one was Stacy. I was expecting to get some good groping this time, so I led her to the door around the back of the house which is more private.
She was pretty willing and we were in a clinch when I saw the light go on in the house next door. I don't usually come around this side at night, so I didn't know the neighbor's habits or that this direction gave you a good view into the bedroom.
A woman came into the room, threw stuff down on the bed, and went up to the mirror like she was taking inventory. She checked her profiles, pouted her lips, took her hair down and shook it out. She put one leg up on a chair and started pulling down hose. It took her a long while. She was running a finger behind on the bare skin as it was exposed. Maybe to see if it was smooth. But she also swayed her hips against the motion as if she were doing a strip tease.
I heard a little "hn?" noise. I realized that while I'd been watching the show over Stacy's shoulder I was monotonously petting her hair over and over. I went back to business, but a little while later I had to know how far the other woman had got to.
When I looked up, there was a very very nice ass staring at me. She was bent over, doing a stretch or something, with just the slightest bit of floss showing between the checks from really high cut underwear. She wasn't doing a stretch, she was grinding her ass back and forth like she was doing a vertical lap dance. I went woody in a hurry and pushed it up against Cindy. She was confused and made another "hn?"
So I kissed her hard for distraction and tilted my head kind of sideways so I could see past her hair. The woman was upright again, slowly reaching behind her to the catch of her bra, but she was watching in the mirror how the motion affected the shape of her breasts as she moved. I suddenly squeezed the stuffing out of Sandy and she pushed at me a bit.
"Well, this was a nice evening... um, maybe we can, you know..."
I said "uh huh, uh huh" nodding my head. She looked at me funny and she had to drag me back to her car. We rounded the bend just THIS much before the catch of the bra sprang.
I told Cindy how very much the evening had meant to me and then helped shove her into her car. I was back around the house before she was at the end of the block.
...just in time to watch the light in the window wink out. I just stood there for a long time. What the hell...?
Work took me out of town the very next day, and I didn't get a night back at home until my next date with Sandra. This was carefully planned... the all important third date, she'd have missed me, passions would fly where they may, the usual drill.
I wasn't thinking about my close encounter until we were back at my house. Again the game plan called for a, ahem, rear entry. If we went in the front, we would turn on the lights, pull out some beers, sit around doing a heart to heart... it would be pretty late before I could land the bird and there was the chance she might completely fly the coop.
On the other hand, coming in the back way, there was no light switch, plenty of things to trip over and a couch to trip onto. So around we went just as the familiar light went--
Flick.
I stopped in my tracks. Sally bumped up behind me. I grabbed her and started the game plan early. She was more amorous this time which was kind of annoying because it stopped me from keeping a steady line of sight.
This time the woman next door had tossed a dress over her head and had a garter belt and hose under it-- the whole set up. I didn't even know what all the pieces were, but she would pull them off and fire the elastic around the room like rubber bands. Finally she pulled down panties which were about a postage stamp of material, but she didn't toss them. She slowly brought it up to her face and inhaled. I just froze.
Cindy did not take this as a good sign. She stepped back and looked up into my face questioningly. I looked around like someone caught in a searchlight. The only thing I could think of-- keep the action out here, chicks like the nature stuff-- I tackled her to the ground.
We rolled around for a while, but it wasn't any good. I mean you couldn't see ANYTHING from down there and we were going end over end anyway. I was thinking, maybe we could like make out on our knees, when Sandy said "I uh, better get..." and got up. The instant she was standing the light flicked out.
I was seriously considering pulling her down to see if that would turn the light back on when she started towards her car. I tagged along and went through the motions.
That night I got no sleep. I mean NO sleep. I pumped a mess onto my hands, and then another one after that. I turned out the lights and rolled around a bit. Then I felt around for a towel and pumped a load into it. I lay there with my eyes open, every detail of the Woman swaying in the dark. After maybe a good hour, I didn't stopped it... I fished up one of my socks and pumped into that. Wasn't much to give by that point.
I don't remember the rest of the night, but I was raw as sunburn in the morning. And Cathy didn't speak to me either.
The third time it was just a farce. I had finally gotten another date out of Shelly by promising the fancy new restaurant down town. What could I do? The next door lady only seemed to want to take her clothes off when I had the girl along for the ride. I led Sandy around the back-- she had started to think I had a fetish or something. While I made out with her in a distracted kind of way, Woman (that's how I thought of her now) came in in a simple red silk robe. There was no pretense. She stood still for a long while, then ever so slowly let the garment slide down her arms. Her body appeared bit by bit, and I couldn't breath. And at the moment it slide down to pool about her ankles, she looked up and directly into my eyes.
Her eyes burned me.
Her eyes said: "You are mine. That girl holds your shoulders, but I've got your nuts."
And just like that I came in my pants, just like that, pressed up against... for the life of me I couldn't remember who she was.
She jumped back and shouting "Ewwwww!", and stalked off. I heard the car door, an ignition, and then the engine fading off in the distance. But I only stood there, stood there looking into piercing brown eyes that said...
"You're mine."
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An open invitation
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Posted:May 12, 2007 12:13 am
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2007 6:13 pm
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I enjoy it when a woman tells me a fantasy of hers and I can give it back to her with a story wound around it.
I've done this all my life.
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A dirty little secret...
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Posted:May 9, 2007 10:16 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2007 6:13 pm
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Here's a fact that we don't like to bandy about but is pretty much an open secret...
The average quality of male fucking is piss-poor.
I don't mean double-butterfly corkscrews with a technical dismount. I'm talking, did the journey through womanland stop off at necking city or G-spot alley? When she told you to go left, did you go left? If you ran across something that was really working, did you do your best to ride that sucker? Maybe all of it is best summed up as: while you were getting yours, did you give a shit?
On the whole, for most men and most of the time, the answer is no. Ask a female friend who's not worried about your feelings and she'll be happy to confirm this. The shear amount of crappy fucking the average woman faces in her lifetime is mind-blowing.
A secret for the guys: you can gain a reputation as a superior lover just by paying attention. This puts you in the top quartile at least.
So what's my beef?
First, when I was new to sex, I looked to my partners to show me how the game was played and what they wanted. But they often couldn't tell me on account of no one had been helping work it out with THEM. In the end everybody has to pick it up in bits and pieces like an archaeologist.
Second, a lot of women don't get very enthusiastic in bed because, hell, what's the point? After that it takes a lot of encouragement to get them to take a risk, just on the forlorn chance that tonight won't be business as usual.
This all pisses me off and it should you to. It seriously drags down the state of the art that all of us learn and pass from partner to partner. And there's really no repercussions for a lousy lay. It doesn't even affect the guy's chances much with the next unsuspecting victim.
Most important though, I actually kinda like women. Call it a perversion-- when they get off it makes me all hot. And those bastards are out there... right now... this very minute... ignoring the pleas of sweeties who are just THIS close to getting their chocolate.
Not OK dammit.
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