badinfluencegirl

slats one

he caught himself, over the next while, imagining her at the oddest times. he would be sitting with his friends or his girlfriend or working and suddenly a wave of lust would hit him and he would be back there at his window.

his window. that evil temptation.

it was like a giant magnet that sucked at him. he lost track of the time he spent there staring at her window. willing her to be there.

he would watch her even as she watched television. anything to see her, it didn’t matter what she was doing. it didn’t even matter when she was wearing her flannel pyjamas. if anything those made her hotter.

he knew that she masturbated sometimes. she would push back from her computer, her computer that was placed such that he could only see the top of her head.. he had concluded it was the computer because she watched television from the couch, and she would make haste to what was obviously her bedroom with her clothing askew and a look on her face that one could only describe as horny.

sometimes her hand was in her pants already and those times were the nights that tortured him the most. he knew exactly what she was doing and what the parts she was touching looked like but he couldn’t see her or hear her or smell her.

he groaned, cock pulsing at the thought of her smell and was brought back to the present by a voice repeating his name over and over again. he startled, coming out of his reverie to see his exasperated new girlfriend looking back at him.

“i do not know what your problem is but you are clearly not here with me and you haven’t been for weeks. i’m going now, if you want to see me you know where to find me… ” and she stood to storm out.

and paused a moment to say “and don’t! try to follow me. i’m too angry for words. if you actually want to spend time with ME rather than the wall above my head? call me. otherwise? have a nice life”

make that ex girlfriend he thought to himself as she stomped out.

this was insane, this woman that he had never met or smelled or touched was wreaking havoc in his life. he was going to have to move or seal off the window or something. dazed he paid the bill and took himself home.

he didn’t dare look too closely at his motivation as he walked up the stairs to her room. it was her room even though she’d never set foot in it. how could it be anything else? her presence in this room filled the rest of his life with her unattainable self.

he leaned against the wall, member stirring again with familiar excitement, and peered out. she was curled up under a blanket on her couch with a book. god she was gorgeous, all enraptured and intelligent looking like that. he always preferred a woman who read.

wait now, what was this?

her book was slipping from her grasp and her other hand had wandered under the blanket to play with her nipple. quickly he turned on the camera and started to pray to the sex gods. please let her masturbate! please please please please!

the book dropped to the floor and she reached up to lick the tips of the fingers on her other hand and he stared mesmerized, hardly noticing as his hands worked his belt and zipper to free his raging hard-on from it’s prison. his pants fell to his knees and his cock reared out of his boxer-briefs as he seized the bottle of lube he had left in here.

she had her eyes closed now and her hands were moving more quickly under the blankets. her mouth fell open and then her knees dropped wide and he could clearly see her hand moving on her mons.

her body began to move of it’s own volition as he punished his oiled cock with his hands. he was on fire for her and his body craved this woman he didn’t know like he didn’t recall craving anyone before.

he almost lost the ability to stand when, in one quick move, she tossed the blanket from her body to reveal herself in all her glorious nakedness. her hair spread along the arm of the couch and one hand worked a nipple back and forth while the other teased her clit.

she was moving now, little pelvic thrusts, slowly but with ever increasing rhythm as her hands began to move more feverishly on her flushed body. her mouth was open and she was obviously panting for breath as he felt his balls begin to tighten and his penis pulse… drops of precum glistened and he watched her enraptured as she spread her juices over her slick folds.

her hips began to thrust in earnest now as his mimicked her pace, her arousal goading his own as he began to moan and jerk while his hands stroked his rock hard cock. his throbbing, hot for her cock that was dying to sheathe itself in every one of her holes until the were both so well fucked they couldn’t move.

he wanted to bury his face where her hand was and lap at those glorious lips until she screamed and shuddered into him and then he wanted to stay, not moving, his tongue simply resting on her clit as she shudderd and his fingers played inside her.

he wanted to feel her as she finished and then lap at her again but so exquisitely gently that she would scream with pleasure even as she came again. he wanted to chew on her nipples and ravage her mouth and then return, excrutiatingly slowly, to her sensitized clit to work her to another screaming, gushing orgasm before he finally buried himself again and again in her warm hole.

as though she could hear him there she increased her rhythm and began to work her body with savage intensity. three fingers of one hand entering her and releasing her as her other hand stroked her clit frantically. he could see her cry out but he couldn’t hear her and her pelvis rose and rose from the couch until she was taut like a bowstring and he, his own hips thrusting to match her fingers, shouted.

he shouted out loud as his balls clenched and his body shuddered and he swayed and almost fell and as her hips bucked once and then twice and her face took on that rapturous glow of a woman well pleasured and her hands slowed and then stilled except for a languid in and out with those same three fingers and he came in great long spurts all over the wall in front of him and he fell, spent to his knees and she collapsed, spent to the couch.

and they panted there, together and yet not as each dreamed of the other but only one knew what the other looked like.