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Copyright 1999 by Rod Harden All rights reserved |
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Jared sat alone in the living room of his apartment. The lights were dimmed, and the curtain was drawn, leaving just enough of a gap for his scope to peer through. The scope had been carefully aimed at a particular window in the large apartment building across the parking lot. That building and his were twins, part of a four building complex full of anonymous apartments occupied by anonymous neighors. But for Jared, one of those neighbors was not so anonymous. In fact, he knew quite a lot about the woman residing in building C, apartment 214.
He checked his watch. Gail should be walking through the door of her apartment any minute now. He sat patiently, wearing an old Harvard tee shirt and nothing else. His right hand gently stroked his partially erect cock as he thought about all the other times he'd sat at this window watching Gail. She was a petite woman with a tiny pixie-like face. She wore her light blonde hair short, but not butch, just the way he liked it. As far as Jared was concerned, Gail was the perfect woman. And his opinion of her was well infomed. He knew everything there was to know about her. He knew where she worked, he knew her favorite music and movies, he knew her favorite restaurant. Jared also knew every curve of her body, every inch of her pale satiny skin. But as often as he'd watched her from his vantage point across the parking lot, he really longed to see Gail lying on the floor of her living room, spread and open to him, only to him. And that evening he was determined to get her to do just that. He couldn't hear the key turning in the lock of Gail's apartment, but his attention, focused on the door through the scope, was so keen, he felt he could hear it when he finally saw the doorknob turn. He watched her enter, flip the mail onto a table, and set her purse down. She was wearing a light gray skirt and a dark crimson blouse. "Go Crimson," he chuckled to himself. She sat down to remove her shoes. He loved the way she looked in her high heels, and often wished she'd leave them on longer when she got home so he could savor the way they accentuated her long slender legs. Today she was wearing strap-ons, and watching her undo the straps was almost as good. His eyes narrowed as she bent over to unbuckle the thin straps cinched around her delicate ankles. The straps reminded his of another type of strap, a type he would like to pull tight around her limbs to complete his possession of her. The very thought of it now made his cock suddenly come to attention in his hand. He stopped stroking himself. "Pace yourself," he muttered aloud. "Not too fast." Gail next went into the bedroom to change clothes. He followed her with the scope and held his breath as she began to unbutton her blouse. She lay the blouse on the bed, unzipped her skirt and began to shimmy it down over her hips. Jared was going to let her get down to bra and panties, and then... He reached out with his left hand to reassure himself that the phone was handy. Her number was programmed into all ten memory slots on his phone. He picked it up and got ready while she rolled her pantyhose down her legs, then he quickly hit the dial button and watched. Gail heard the phone ringing and ran into the living room to get it. Jared's heart felt like a timpani pounding in his chest as she picked up the handset. "Hello," she said. Hearing her voice while he watched her was disconcerting at first, and he was breathing so hard he could hardly find his voice. "Hello?" Gail repeated at the other end. "Gail?" he finally managed to say. "Yes, this is Gail. Who is this?" She sounded so innocent, so unsuspecting. "I really like those pink panties you're wearing today, Gail." Through his scope, he saw her immediately look with alarm out the window. He saw her scan the side of his building, but of course she couldn't see him watching her. "Who is this?" she said again. This time, he could hear the mixture of anger and fear in her voice. "It's a friend-" "Listen," she cut him off angrily. "What you're doing is illegal. I'll call the police and have this call traced. You're gonna be in a shit-load of trouble, you little pervert." He waited for her to finish her tirade, then went on in his most menacing voice. "Think about it Gail. Those things take time. I'm just a few minutes away, and I know where you live." He watched her hesitate. The implied threat in what he said was unmistakable. "I just have a few simple favors I'd like you to do for me, and then I'll leave you alone." He gave her a moment to think. "What- what kind of favors?" she asked tentatively. Watcher
"First of all, put the phone on speaker. You're going to need both hands," he said. He tried to maked his voice sound as soothing as possible, he didn't want to sound too threatening. "Good girl, Gail. See that wasn't so hard was it? Now face the window and take off your bra."
He watched as she hesitantly, mechanically began to reach behind to unhook her bra. He was amazed she was acutally doing it. "Not too fast, Gail. Just guide it slowly over your nipples. Yeah, that's right."
She let the flimsy garment fall to the floor. She stood there in just her panties, hands to her sides, staring at the building across the parking lot. For all she knew, there could be perverts in each of those windows staring at her right now.
Jared enjoyed the view for a while, noting the flush in her cheeks. "Kind of exciting standing here for all the world to see, isn't it Gail?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "It's humiliating and degrading, and some day you'll pay for doing this to me."
"It's not nice to lie to me, Gail," he said.
"I'm not lying," she insisted.
"Don't make me come over there..."
"Okay!" she shouted, cutting him off. "It's- maybe it's a little bit exciting. Is that what you want to hear?"
"That's what I know is the truth, Gail. I can tell you're excited from all the way over here. Now, caress your titties for me. Yes, that's right. Trace them with your fingers. Hold them up for me. Rub those pretty pink nips." It took all his control to not come as he watched her play with her breasts. She even closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, as she twisted her nipples, making them as hard as pebbles.
"You like the fact that I'm watching you, don't you Gail?"
"No," she sanpped. "I just thought as long as you're going to make me put on a show, I might as well enjoy it, too."
"That's a good attitude, Gail. And now it's time to take off your panties," he cooed into the phone. This time, as she went to obey the voice on the phone, her movements were not mechanical. Rather, she moved her hands slowly down from her breasts. She let them linger on her tummy and then on her hips, before finally easing her panties down to the floor.
"Oh, Gail, that was very nicely done," he whispered huskily. He saw that she still had her eyes closed and that she was now nibbling on her lower lip. "You're really getting into this, aren't you Gail?" he asked. This time she didn't even try to answer, but simply stood up straight, letting her hands remain poised over her golden bush.
"Now touch your cunt, Gail, and tell me how wet you are." He zoomed the scope in as far as it could go to watch the slight movement of her finger reaching into the folds of her sex.
"I'm very wet," she announced. "Practically dripping. But," she added boldly, "I could have told you that without touching myself."
"Ooh," said Jared. "I do like that attitude. But now it's time for your next command, and this one's going to be a little more complicated, so pay attention. I want you to go into your bedroom and get a couple things from your toy drawer... That's right, I know all about your toys. I want you to get a pair of nipple clips and one of your great big dildos, and then come right back to where you are now."
At the mention of her toys, she opened her eyes again, wide. Haltingly, she moved in the direction of the bedroom. Jared followed her through the scope, as she retrieved the items and returned to stand in front of the living room window. She carried a pair of padded alligator clips connected by a thin chain in one hand, and a large, lifelike rubber penis in the other. When she returned, she took her place and, holding the toys up as if in offering, looked defiantly out the window, daring the voice on the phone to give her another command.
"Very nice, Gail," said Jared. "Now put the clips on your nipples." She frowned at the instruction even though she fully expected it. But when she complied, she did so with well-practiced movements, first teasing the nipples once more to get them to stand erect, then snapping the clips into place, wincing slightly as they bit into her hardened beads.
"Good girl. Now pull the chain so I can see how the clips bite into you." Again she did as he commanded, turning a bit to her right so he could see the clips pinching into her while she tugged on the chain.
"Do they hurt, Gail?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"But it's a good kind of hurt, isn't it?"
"No," she said, but added quickly, "Well, yes. It is a good hurt. And- and I kinda like it."
"I'm glad you didn't try to lie to me again, Gail. And I know you like it. Why else would you have those naughty things in your drawer? Now I want you to kneel down and look out of your window. Lift your head just a bit... Yes, that's just about perfect. Now pretend your boyfriend is standing right in front of you and suck the dildo. You know what I mean, Gail. Don't be shy."
Gail took the dildo in both hands and reluctantly began licking it. Then she gradually took it all the way into her mouth. Soon she once more closed her eyes as she let it fill her mouth again and again, taking it as deep as she could.
"You do that so well, Gail," said Jared. "I love the way your lips look surrounding the shaft, the way your head bobs back and forth. But it would be so much better with the real thing, wouldn't it Gail?"
"Yes," she gasped after pulling the dildo from her mouth. "A real cock would be much better."
"Soon, my puppet. I only have one more 'favor' for you to do. Lie down on the floor. That's right. Now spread your legs wide for me, Gail. I'm almost directly across from you. Yes. Good girl. Now fuck yourself with the dildo. I'm watching you and I can hear you Gail. I want you to make yourself come just as I'm coming, so listen. Listen to the sounds of me coming..."
On the floor of her apartment, Gail slowly began to finger her pussy, spreading her moist lips. She slipped the dildo in and began pumping it in and out. The constant bite of the clips on her nipples seemed to send currents of electricity through her.
Jared watched as she plunged the dildo into her cunt in time with his grunts. Faster and faster he stroked his cock, as she matched his pace, thrusting the fake cock faster and deeper. At last he started shouting "I'm coming now, Gail. Now!" At that, she quickly shifted one hand to rub her clit, bringing herself to climax almost immediately.
Jared spurted his load onto the floor and sat back in his chair, spent. He listened to Gail's screams of pleasure from the handset. He caught his breath as fast as he could and sat up to look through the scope. He saw Gail still shuddering and writhing on the floor. She seemed to just keep going and going. As he watched, she dropped the dildo and began using just the fingers of one hand on her clit while pulling on the chain connecting the nipple clips with the other. She was coming again and again right before his eyes.
"Okay, Gail," he said after a moment. "That's enough for now."
"Oh yeah!" she managed to call out. "Who's going to stop me, Jared?"
Laughing, he said, "I will. Or at least I'll substitute the real thing, just as soon as I get my pants on."
"Well, you'd better hurry, cause my pussy is hungry for a real cock, and she wants it right now, you mean, horrible man."
Jared quickly pulled on some pants and sprinted over to Gail's building in record time. Perhaps someday he'd let her use the scope...
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