Caught

[downhomeguy]

When I enrolled in graduate school, the first order of business was to find an apartment. I was fortunate to find one close to school, in a good neighborhood, and for a reasonable price. Luckily, it was one bedroom...I had lived by myself for most of my college years, and had grown accustomed to having a place to myself. I didn't have to worry about someone "forgetting" to pay the rent, I could bring someone home at night without worrying about intrusion, I could even walk around naked if I wanted to.

I was enjoying the freedom of the weekend, sitting on the couch and watching TV. I don't know what it was that initially turned me on; it may have been something on the television, or maybe an absentminded thought back to a memory of a girl I had spent the night with in weeks past. Either way, I soon found my hand down the front of my shorts, resting on top of my crotch. My palm and fingers moved unintentionally, and before long I was sporting a full-on erection.

"What the hell," I thought. "It's the weekend."

Deciding that I had nothing better to do, I pulled down the front of my shorts and exposed my loins. Wrapping a hand firmly around my shaft, I gently worked my fist up and down. The sound of the TV faded into the background as I searched my mind for something suitable to masturbate to. My mind arrived at the thought of a girl in one of my classes that I had noticed several times, a cute redhead. Picturing what she looked like naked, (or at least what I thought she would look like), I disregarded my surroundings and slowly stroked myself. Obviously I hadn't planned on leave the blinds on the French doors open; then again, I hadn't really planned any of this.

 

[cat_claws1987]

The final straw for Catherine came when the notice arrived in the mail from the university. It appeared that her boyfriend was no longer enrolled as an active student due to attendance issues. The letter went on to state that his absence for the past several weeks had forced his instructors to drop him from each and every class he had enrolled in. She confronted him when he got home, as usual he denied everything contained in the letter up to and including the check stamped “NSF”. With his tail tucked between his legs he stuffed all his belongings into the duffle bag and silently slipped out for the last time.

That was two weeks ago and despite his blemishes; Catherine missed the physical side of their relationship. At 24 Catherine was a stunning beauty who stood 5’5” and kept her trim body at a constant 110 pounds by working out on a daily basis. Her blonde hair and green eyes contrasted against the bronze tan her body sported. Catherine could always be found either down at the beach, poolside in the coed residential apartment she lived in, or at the tanning salon she worked at part time. She always enjoyed keeping her 34C – 24 – 34 body nicely tanned.

It was 2am and Catherine rubbed her weary eyes from hours of studying. She lived on the top floor of the twin residential hall and decided to open the French doors leading to her balcony, though there was not much of a view – just the adjacent tower Catherine did enjoy relaxing on the balcony taking in the scent of the city and the sounds softly echoing from below. Catherine lifted her head to the sky, allowing the gently breeze to rustle through her soft blonde hair. The cool breeze penetrated the thin fabric covering her braless breasts, making her nipples grow erect, an occurrence that never escaped her attention. Men were quite pleased when they made it that far with her to discover her nipples would become very erect when softly brushed. This was a major turn on for Catherine.

Deep in thought, Catherine noticed the single unit across the way still aglow. Hmmm…another grad student hard at work burning the midnight oil, she softly murmured. Catherine squinted her eyes at the figure in the unit, not believing what she thought she was seeing. Pulling the telescope on its tripod over, she trained the lens on the unit one floor below her. Instantly her body began to tingle watching the young man. She drew in her breath and let out a soft low whistle at what she was watching. The man was naked from the waist down and stroking what looked like a very large and very thick cock. He was slow and deliberate in his work, I wonder if he is that way with women, Catherine wondered subconsciously. Catherine reached up and squeezed one of her hardening nipples causing her body to stiffen with excitement.

God please let him take his time, Catherine pleaded into the stillness of the night as her fingers slide her panties to the side.

 

[downhomeguy]

My eyes were staring ahead, but I wasn't paying any attention to what was on the television. I was vividly imagining the nameless girl from my class, who I pictured standing in front of me. Hooking her fingers in her jeans, she inched them to the floor and exposed her creamy skin to me. Reaching up to brush a strand of my brown hair out of my eyes, I slowly teased and tugged at my cock.

I stopped suddenly, pausing for a few seconds to savor the feeling of hard flesh pressing against my fingers and palms. Releasing myself, I allowed my hands to roam over my stomach. My shorts were still bunched around my knees, and I used my foot to flick them away. Hooking my hands under the hem of my t-shirt, I slowly pulled it up and over my head. Tossing it aside, I returned my hand to my shaft. Fortunately, I liked to keep the apartment between 75 and 80 degrees, which proved to be the perfect temperature for sitting on the couch naked.

A clear drop of fluid had emerged from the top of my cock. I used my thumb to spread the silky liquid over the head, coating it and making it slick. My hand returned to my member, and I formed a ring with my thumb and forefinger. Pushing the soles of my feet together, I spread my knees and shifted. My fingers worked back and forth over the last several inches of my shaft, my other hand reaching down to brush along my thighs.

My imaginary playmate was now swaying her hips to imaginary music, turning slowly and lifting her shirt over her head. I made sure to keep my grasp loose; I didn't have anywhere to be, and I knew that delaying my self-inflicted climax would make it that much better.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine's gaze was transfixed on the scene from across the way. slivers of intense tingling slamming every part of her body as her fingers danced over her now wet pussy. Her fingertips flicking against her clit caused her legs to tremble uncontrollably. She knew she should take her voyeuristic mind back inside her apartment and finish her business in the privacy of her bed. But the slow methodical stroking from across the way kept her glued in her tracks. Catherine began to slowly spread her lips with her fingers, feeling the flow of juices coating her fingers generously. She felt the urge to orgasm overcome her but was determined to cum at the same time as her mystery man.

With fingers firmly inserted within the folds of her womanhood, Catherine watched as he released his cock. "Oh my fucking god", Catherine gasped as she took in the size of his hardness. She watched as he stripped off his shirt and removed his shorts - sitting there completely naked.

Catherine found herself pushing her fingers faster and deeper inside her womanhood, knowing her orgasm was not far behind. "Oh god baby...baby cum with me...please baby", she panted as her body began to shake.

With vivid clarity she saw through the telescope the beginnings of his cum oozing out. She watched as his fingers spread the silky fluid over the head of his member. Her juices now on the verge of flooding caused her to begin buckling under the waves of intense pleasure she was experiences.

Her knees gave out and she reached out and grabbed the balcony railing, supporting her weight. She dug deep inside her and gritting her teeth allowed the river of juices to flow from within her. The spasms reached through her body as the river of juices exploded from within her. Catherine threw her head back totally engrossed in her orgams..."OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDD..." Catherine shrieked out. "Oh goddddd...oh my godddddd" she shouted as yet another wave of orgasm crashed out of her body.

Completely exhausted Catherine looked around wondering who might have heard her shrieks coming from the balcony. She gathered her panties and hurriedly escaped back into the safety of her apartment. Still panting heavily she collapsed onto the sofa and curled up pulling her knees in. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, still feeling the effects of her multiple orgasms.

Smiling, Catherine could not remember the last time a man gave her multiple orgasms like this mystery man just did. She forgot her french doors were still open and the lights were on.

She didn't care...her eyes closed and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

 

[downhomeguy]

Something broke my concentration, and my imaginary companion disappeared before my eyes. I froze, trying to determine what had snapped me out of my fantasy. It wasn't unusual to hear the sounds of late-night revelers returning from the local bar scene. I had ultimately taught myself to tune out that sound, so it had to be something different. Glancing to my left, I suddenly became aware that the blinds were open.

"SHIT" I exclaimed, leaping off of the couch as the reality of my situation set in.

It occurred to me that I had been masturbating in full view of anyone walking by. Someone must have seen me and made a noise that brought me back to reality. In the safety of my bedroom, I scrambled for a pair of shorts to replace those that I had discarded in the living room. Finding a pair balled up in the corner, still damp from my workout earlier in the day, I pulled them on and walked back into the living room. Moving to the French doors, I looked out into the dimly lit night. I couldn't see anyone...that didn't mean that I had gone unnoticed, of course, but it did a little to calm my nerves.

I considered opening the front door and going out into the night to get a better look around the complex. As I was contemplating the idea, I noticed a light on in an apartment across from me. Peeking through the blinds, I could tell that the door onto the balcony was open, the slight breeze causing the blinds to rustle. Through the open door, I could see a little ways into the apartment. Most of the view was obscured by the fact that the apartment was a floor higher than mine. I could make out the end of a sofa, and maybe someone's feet.

Then I saw the telescope. I hadn't noticed it on the balcony before, but as my eyes adjusted to the light it was clear that a long tube, set atop a tripod, was positioned on the balcony. As I strained to look closer, I realized that the light was glinting off of the lens. That could only mean that it was pointed straight at me and, consequently, straight at where I had been sitting. Grabbing the rod at the end of the blinds, I twisted it between my shaking fingers and closed the slats.

Someone had definitely been watching me. I still didn't know the origin of the sound I had heard, but this new revelation was more important. I decided that a shower would calm my nerves. Ducking into the bathroom and turning on the water, I stripped out of my shorts and stared at myself in the mirror. I was still sporting an erection. For whatever reason, it hadn't subsided during my frantic scramble.

"Why not" I thought, reaching down and taking my member in my hand.

Foregoing any thoughts of a prolonged climax, I frantically pulled and worked my shaft until I felt my body tingling and my thighs quivering. I lurched forward with a grunt and held onto the countertop as I came, waves of my sticky seed erupting from the head of my cock and into the sink. As my body recovered, I made my way into the shower, then to bed.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine could feel his presence beside her. Opening her eyes she studied the model like stranger staring down at her nakedness. She cared less for she was at eye level with his enormous cock and watched as his hand softly closed over the shaft and stroked it. Her wanting eyes conveyed hunger for the massive shaft as her fingers gently stroked the folds of her womanhood. Groaning with pleasure Catherine inserted her middle and forefinger inside the dampening tightness, eliciting an excited gasp as she drove her fingers deeper in her recesses. Her eyes watched as a small droplet of pre cum slowly left the tip of his cock. Licking her lips Catherine groaned out to her stranger “gi…give it to me”. Her tongue darted out and tried to strike at the slowly dripping pre cum, but it eluded her as the stranger withdrew further into the darkness. “Nooooo…don’t leave, PLEASE” Catherine begged of the faceless stranger. Reaching out with her free hand she searched frantically for per prize. “Just…let me touch it, oh pretty please”, she now begged like a homeless person searching for spare change. She watched as he stroked himself faster and faster. She could see his cock quivering, on the verge of exploding. She laid back without breaking eye contact and began plummeting her fingers in and out of her wetness. She smiled and spread her legs, inviting the stranger to venture closer to her. She watched as he slowed his rhythmic stroking of his cock and drew closer to her. Her breathing quickened as his cock was mere inches from her now flowing pussy. “Oh god…fuck me….fuck me now” she pleaded. Catherine could feel the stickiness of his cock gently rubbing across her swollen lips, gathering up some of her escaping wetness. “yessss….oh yesss, take me I’m ready”, Catherine screamed.

Catherine’s scream of pleasure woke her just as she exploded into a violent orgasm. Her body was covered in perspiration as she quickly sat up on the couch and released the final gusher from within her. With her rapid breathing beginning to subside she looked around at the darkness of the room that engulfed her. Every vivid moment of her dream replayed over and over again in her mind. Closing her eyes intensified the replay, causing her again to seek the pleasure of her fingers.

Catherine lay awake, not able to return to sleep after the intenseness of her dream, disappointed that the strangers face eluded her. Maybe in the morning a cup of coffee on the balcony will clear her mind. Until then she would just smile as she let her delicate fingertips cascade over the contours of her body.

 

[downhomeguy]

I spent most of the night tossing and turning in bed, occasionally drifting off to sleep but always waking to resume my restlessness. Someone had seen me, of that much I was obvious. The idea was certainly disturbing; but the more that I thought about it, the more that I began to consider what had happened.

Someone had sat on their balcony and watched me sit in my apartment, naked and knees spread wide, as I teased and stroked my cock. In a way, the thought became strangely funny. If something bad was going to happen, it surely would have happened by now. No one had come knocking at my door, and I thought that if they were going to, it would have happened by now.

At one point, I thought I heard something outside. It sounded oddly like the noise that had snapped me out of my trance earlier. I considered getting up to investigate, hoping to learn the source. Eventually, I convinced myself that it was just my mind playing tricks on me.

When the sun began to peak through the window, I gave up on sleep and climbed out of bed. Putting on a t-shirt and clean workout shorts ( I considered only a pair of boxers, but concluded that in the event that someone DID come to my door, I should be dressed) and put on the tea kettle. While I waited for the kettle to whistle and steam, I went to the blinds and peaked out again. The telescope was still where I had seen it the night before, still on the balcony and pointed straight at me. Then I remembered my spotting scope.

Walking quickly into my room and through the closet door, I shoved boxes to the side. Finding a plastic container deep in the recess of the closet, I popped off the lid and looked inside. A number of things were unceremoniously piled inside, mostly things that would match the "outdoor" title; a sleeping mat, daypack, waterproof container for my phone, first aid kit, and my spotting scope. It was more or less a small telescope, a substitute for binoculars that I had purchased at a military surplus store before a camping trip a few years ago.

Carrying the lens, I walked back into the kitchen and was greeted by the sound of water boiling. Setting the scope to the side, I dropped a tea bag into a mug and poured water over it. While the bag steeped, I picked up the magnifier and returned to the blinds. Pushing one of the slats aside, I lifted the khaki-colored tube to my right eye and peered through it. There was a stand for it somewhere in my closet, but I hadn't bothered to look for it. Looking through the lens, I searched for the balcony with the tell-tale telescope. Bingo. It was strange looking into the lens, knowing that anyone looking through the telescope would see me looking back. Training my gaze past the railing of the balcony, I could make out the end of a sofa within the room. The sun was still beginning to rise, but enough light was leaking through the balcony for me to see. Around the end of the sofa, I could see a pair of feet...female, by the size of them.

As soon as I identified the gender of the feet, I dropped the scope and let the blinds fall back into place. Before, when the role of my mysterious voyeur had been genderless, it had seemed funny. Now, knowing that it had been a woman, it became both embarrassing and slightly erotic. Determined not to spend the entire day looking out of the window, I set the scope on the coffee table and returned to my tea in the kitchen.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine woke from her restless slumber to the glint of sunlight now beginning to invade her apartment. Events of earlier this morning still raged through her mind. The rugged features of the handsome stranger still occupied her thoughts. Catherine was glad it was Friday and that there were no scheduled classes at the university, her mind and body were still too preoccupied with having watched a man masturbate in front of her own eyes was a fantasy she hid from even her closest friends. Her body still tingled with the slow methodical strokes the stranger used and the amount of time he took. She imagined her body being touched and stroked just as slowly and the desired affects they would have on her, not to mention the feeling of a cock like she saw penetrating and capturing her.

Catherine shook all remnants of these thoughts from her mind as her feet touched the ground. Realizing she was totally naked, Catherine crept into the bedroom to throw on her white terry cloth robe. Walking towards the kitchen she could smell the coffee brewing already. Pouring herself a cup she sniffed in the aroma from the rising steam. She grabbed the pad of paper and pen from the coffee table before stepped out onto her balcony. Her heart sank when she looked towards the window that delivered her such great passion to find the blinds closed. Reluctantly she withdrew from the railing and sat down in the patio chair, placing her cup of coffee gently on the glass surface. She studied the shuttered widow across the way…23rd floor…10th window from the right edge…every apartment on the 23rd floor appearing to single bedroom units. Smiling, she picked up the pen and glanced down at the blank sheet before her.


Hi,
I do not know you, nor do you know me. I was a witness to your erotic display late last night. I must tell you, you captured me with the beauty of how you were pleasuring yourself. I must admit that you are a fine specimen of a man. Your chiseled body was a definite turn on for me. Your cock, oh my god what can I say. I was quite impressed to say the least.
I just wanted to thank you for what you did. You have no idea what affect your performance had on me. You were awesome and the end result for me was just as awesome.
Thank you again,
Catherine


Catherine struggled for just a few seconds about including her name but simply shrugged her shoulders, figuring he deserved that much after his performance. Satisfied, Catherine folded the sheet of paper.

After showering and changing into her running gear, Catherine quickly left her building and with heart pounding entered the twin tower across from hers. She went to the 23rd floor and located what she hoped was her strangers apartment. She quickly slid the note under his door and retreated to the elevator. On the solo journey to the lobby her heart was pounding, the tingling sensation again returning to her body. As the door opened she hurried to the lobby doors and out into the stillness of the morning. Maybe a good solid run in the park will help erase the tingles her body was beginning to enjoy just a bit too much.

 

[downhomeguy]

I peeked through the blinds before I opened them, and looked across at the mysterious apartment across from me. The feet that I had seen on the couch were gone, and I was intrigued. I didn't want to let on that I knew about the telescope, or that whoever lived in the apartment had seen me. Stepping out onto my own balcony, my cup of tea in one hand and spotting scope in the other, I sat in a chair and leaned it back against the window. Putting my feet on the balcony, I lifted the scope to my eye and scanned the apartments across from me, more out of curiosity than anything.

My attention turned to the grounds surrounding the apartment complex. There wasn't much going on...it was too early for a lot of people to be out of bed. I watched a few people straggle in, obviously still wearing the clothes that they had gone out in the night before. Then I spotted some movement that quickly disappeared from my view. Moving the scope, I kept it trained on a woman jogging away from me.

"Probably going to the park," I said to myself. There was a jogging path through one of the local parks, and a lot of the apartment residents liked to use it.

I watched as she ran, her shorts hugging her curves as she took quick, methodical strides. I could tell that she was nicely tanned, and her blonde hair bounced as she moved.

"Nice ass," I thought.

When the runner disappeared from view, I sighed and put down the spotting scope. Walking back into my apartment, I caught a glimpse of something by the front door. A white piece of paper had been pushed under, and was resting neatly on the wooden floor in the foyer. I wondered if it had been there when I walked out onto the balcony...it must have been. If someone had come to the door while I was out enjoying the morning view, I would have heard them. Picking up the slip of paper, I wandered over to the couch and sat down. I assumed that it was some sort of ad for a local restaurant, or perhaps something from the apartment complex. When I read the second line, I gasped.

I was a witness to your erotic display last night.

The more that I read, the more turned on I became. Not only had she watched me, but she had apparently enjoyed it...immensely. Then I saw the name, Catherine, and I knew what I had to do. If she enjoyed it as much as she said, she would be back. The telescope hadn't moved, and I suspected that it wouldn't. As a plan formed in my head, I ran to the balcony and retrieved my spotting scope. Returning to the living room, I shut the door and closed the blinds. Reaching down, I used a book from my coffee table to prop a few of the slats of the blinds open. I smirked when I saw the title of the book I had chosen; it was a paperback version of "Blackstone's Commentaries on the Laws of England."

"Best use this thing has been put to" I said, smiling.

Moving to the couch, I sat down and looked at the gap in the blinds that I had made with the book. There was a big enough gap for her to be able to see the sofa without having to keep the blinds entirely open. Next, I positioned the spotting scope at the other end of the blinds...where I knew that I could see her, but she wouldn't see me. The next time she watched me, I would be ready.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine enjoyed her early morning runs through the park that ran the entire perimeter of the twin complexes. All total she normally covered the 7 miles in slightly more than an hour. On the occasions when she timed her intervals she always ran at a pace right around 9 – 10 minutes. As usual she wore her pink and purple running shorts and white tank top. She put extra effort in today’s workout, trying to burn up the pent up energy she still felt coursing through her body.

The courtyard separating the two towers was beginning to fill with students, out to greet the day. She glanced at their faces wondering if her mystery man was among them. Obsession with him had not set in yet; an idea that has crept into her mind but quickly pushed away thinking how childish she was in. She purposely did not look up at his balcony for fear he would see her interest. Catherine was not sure just yet of she wanted him knowing her identity. She rushed into her building and to her apartment, needing to prepare for her day of laundry and chores. She also needed to get herself ready for her date this evening, wishing she could beg off in order to spend more time with her mystery man.

Catherine arrived home well past 1am, thanks to her boring date insisting on showing her the city from atop the peek that local lovers were attracted to. Catherine knew of its location and indeed had been there numerous times in the past but with men much more attuned to a woman’s wants and needs that this Neanderthal had no clue about.

Catherine rushed into her apartment and quickly stripped off her clothes and took a neck down shower to ‘feel’ cleaner for her mystery man. She knew if he had read her note he would be there for her – to entertain and pleasure.
Catherine put on her favorite purple baby doll negligee with matching panties. Quickly she glanced in the mirror and was satisfied at how her firm breasts were pushed up and showed more cleavage than she was accustomed to when alone. She peeked out over the balcony and found the quad below empty as expected. She let her eyes scan the opposite building, purposely diverting her eyes from the mystery man’s apartment. All were darkened. Smiling she sipped the glass of merlot she had on the patio table and took a deep breath. A smile crossed her face as she finally locked her sights on his place. Her heart instantly sank when she saw the darkness staring back at her.
“Oh nooooo…nooooo”, Catherine softly moaned. She ran her fingers down to the silk panties and softly touched her quivering slit through the material, trying in vain to keep her excitement building.

Taking a long sip of wine, Catherine’s eyes were glued to their…his nest of pleasure.

“Come back…come back to me…pleaseeeeee”, Catherine softly begged.

 

[downhomeguy]

I spent the afternoon waiting, and trying to keep myself busy. I knelt down on the floor and peaked through the hidden scope to the balcony across from me. Nothing. So I replied to a list of emails that had accumulated over the past few days. And I looked again. Still nothing, so I did a load of laundry. I had almost given up on her, even going so far as to turn off the lights in every room but my bedroom, where I was determined to find something that would take my mind off of her. I decided that I needed a shower, and that hopefully the water would help to alleviate my pent up frustration. I was going to some clean clothes out of the dryer when temptation took over.

"One more time," I thought. "If she's not there, I'll forget the whole thing."

Careful not to disturb the blinds and give away my presence (even though I doubted anyone was even looking), I knelt down and placed my eye to the lens. When I saw what was sitting on the balcony opposite me, I nearly passed out.

Her face was the first thing that I saw on was her face. Beautiful, soft features framed with blonde, the hint of disappointment on her eyes and lips. She was looking for me, staring as though I would appear if she looked and thought about it long enough. As I panned the scope down, I couldn't help but groan. She had dressed for the occasion, her magnificent breasts framed by purple lingerie. When I saw her hands grazing across the front of her panties, I couldn't wait any longer. I inched away from the window, careful not to disturb the blinds, and stood in the darkness next to my bedroom door.

Reaching down, I tore off my shorts and ripped my t-shirt over my head. My boxers, the only thing left covering me, were threatening to rip themselves off. The material in the front stood out from the rest, forming a tent and stretching itself to the limit. A damp spot had already formed on the front, darkening the material. Reaching over to the wall, I flipped on the living room light, and waited. I counted to thirty. Slowly, as if I was unaware of what was going on, I walked over to the couch and sat down. Stretching my arms along the back of the sofa, I counted to thirty again. Not only did I want to tease her, but I wanted to calm my own nerves. Part of me wanted to go and steal another glimpse of her, but I was afraid that doing so might "give up the game", so to speak. I still had the mental picture of her in my head, and that was more than enough for now.

I kept my eyes forward, just like the night before, as if the television was on. Slowly, as if trying to get more comfortable, I leaned over and rolled onto my back. My shoulders were situated against the arm of the couch, the protrusion in my boxers now more clearly defined and begging to be released. I kept my head turned to the side, looking at the TV. Reaching down, I hooked my fingers in the waistband and slowly pulled down the only clothing that I still had on. As the material cleared my groin, my stiff cock bounced free and settled against my stomach. Kicking off my boxers, I let my right foot drop to the floor.

I knew that there wasn't any more teasing that I could do; I was naked, and too turned on to make things last like I had done the night before. Knowing that she was watching me, that here eyes were locked on what I was doing, I wrapped my fits around my shaft and held it tight. Slowly lifting my hips and letting them fall, I gingerly fucked my own fist. It wasn't long before I couldn't take it any more. Letting my hips down to the couch for the last time, I started to slowly pump my hand up and down my member. Looking to the side, I imagined that she...or Catherine, as I know knew her...was sitting in front of the TV, watching me closely and enjoying her own self-pleasure.

I felt a sudden welling up in my loins, the indication that I wasn't going to last much longer. As my entire body started to tingle, I finally played my last card. I snapped my head to the side, looking straight into her telescope. As my fingers made one last trip along the length of my cock, my toes curled and I groaned. Though not part of my plan, in the heat of the moment I whispered her name.

"Catherine," I groaned, my eyes glazing over.

And then it was done. My shaft erupted, and wave after wave of my sticky seed pulsed out of the end. I hadn't considered where it would go, nor did I care. I hissed and moaned as it flowed, leaving white stripes and pools on my chest and stomach. When it was finally over, I gasped for breath and went limp on the couch. Even if I wanted to get up and look at her, my legs wouldn't let me.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine nearly spilled her glass of wine when she jumped at seeing the slit of light coming to life from his apartment. Catherine grabbed the scope and dragged it over to where she sat with her legs spread wide – anticipating. Nervously she brought her eye to the lens and peered between the partially raised slates, glad he had not noticed them and closed them all the way. Excitement had raged through her body all day, waiting for this moment. So much so that she must have taken 3 or 4 showers to ‘cool’ things down. She rearranged the telescope in a way that allowed her to lay back in her patio chair, pushing her wet panties to the desired angle. Catherine took a final sip of wine before pushing it away, knowing her mystery man will satisfy her more than wine ever could.

Catherine gently pulled the silk panties to the side, running her fingers over the slick folds. She felt her body jerk ever so slightly at the slightest penetration she made. “Ohhh girl slow down baby, not yet…not yet” she moaned into the darkness. Removing her moistened fingers from her slit, Catherine gently reached up and slipped her breasts from the confines of her baby doll. She swirled the tips of her swollen nipples with her scent and gently began pinching and pulling on them. Her back arched and throwing her head back she stifled one of the orgasms she had been stifling all day. The rush of juices coated her thighs as she released more and more of her orgasm. “ohhh…my…fuck…ing…goddddddddd”, Catherine moaned loudly. Forcing herself to relax her back fall back into the chair, her body now covered in perspiration and her chest heaving heavily from her orgasm. “Jesus fucking Christ, Catherine, what is he doing to you” Catherine cried out, brushing away the tears of enjoyment from her face.

Catherine peered into the telescope and watched as her mystery lover slowly did a striptease for her, gingerly easing his shorts off, exposing his massive hard on to her. Catherine’s body was tingling from head to toe, the deep burning ache welling up in her belly again. Tears of joy flowing once again down her face as she watched him raise his hips and lower them while letting his cock slide back and forth in his hand…”Ohhhh baby, deeper…deeper”, Catherine was panting as her fingers found her now soaked slit. Gently she rubbed and flicked her clit back and forth, feeling the surge within her she would plunge her fingers deep within her opening…”Ohhhh yea baby, fuck it hard…yesssss baby” Catherine began to hiss through gritted teeth.

Catherine watched as his body stiffened on the couch, his toes jetting straight out, she knew…her baby was ready…ohhh so ready. Plunging her fingers deeper and faster, Catherine felt her stomach tighten and her own body beginning to stiffen. “Baby….fuck meeeee hard” she growled as her fingers dug deeper, the juices rushing forward to meet them. Catherine watched as his cream exploded from the tip of his cock as her fingers were overtaken by the flood from her orgasm. She watched as his thick load streamed onto his chest. Licking her lips, Catherine imagined her lips travelling over his muscular chest, kissing licking up all of his sweet nectar.

Catherine collapsed back into her chair, sheer exhaustion making her arms go limp to her side. Catherine looked through the scope again, his massive erection still hard. Never had Catherine had…seen a man who could cum that hard and still remain hard like that. She closed her eyes and imagined the sensation of having this man inside of her…pumping her pussy after releasing his load. The images running through her mind caused her to arch her back once again as yet another raging orgasm flushed from her already spent body.
With her arms and hands shaking form her multiple orgasm, Catherine reached over to brag her glass and drained the remaining merlot, quenching her parched throat.

The glass fell from her hands and loudly shattered on the balcony floor as her eyes closed. No effort made on her part to reposition her panties or pull her baby dool back up to cover her exposed breasts.

At total peace with herself, Catherine smiled and before drifting off to sleep signed and muttered towards his window “Thank you my beautiful lover”

 

[downhomeguy]

I lay on the couch, panting and covered in sweat, as I tried to regain my composure. Letting my arm fall off of my chest and to the floor, I felt around the carpet for my discarded boxers. When my fingers touched cotton, I grasped the material and lifted it to my chest. Balling up the cotton, I used it to clean off my chest and stomach. Still breathing heavily, I finally managed to lift my limp body off of the sofa and walk over to the window. It seemed as though the only strength I had left was still in my cock, which bounced and bobbed as I walked. I knew that she would probably be gone, but I had to look. I had to see if my mystery audience was still in attendance. Picking up the lens, I lifted it to my eye and peaked through the blinds.

My legs, still weak from my orgasm, nearly gave out when I trained the lens on her balcony. She was still sitting in her chair, motionless, either asleep or close to it.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, looking across the courtyard at her.

Her eyes were closed, but a smile still lingered on her lips...God, those lips. What I wouldn't give to kiss and taste them or, if I should dare to dream, feel them wrapped tightly around my cock. I let my eyes wander to her breasts, taken out of her lingerie and exposed to the night air. Her nipples were hard, seductively perched on a pair of breathtaking globes. Going down further, I gasped and felt my loins tingle. She had apparently pushed her panties to the side, never bothering to fix them. Staring back at me from across the courtyard, framed between her open thighs, was her smooth and tempting slit. Groaning, I could see a hint of moisture on her lips and thighs.

"Jesus," I whispered.

I imagined myself on the balcony with her, kneeling at her feet, the hard balcony buffered by my clothes folded neatly beneath me. I wanted to run my hands along her creamy thighs, teasing her with my fingertips before lifting her soft feet and placing them on the chair. I wanted to hold her thighs with my hands, and bury my face between them until she moaned my name. I needed to palm her stunning breasts, and fell her nipples rub against my palms and between my fingers.

Something shiny caught my eye on the balcony, and I steadied the lens to see what it was. Directly under her hand, which was hanging off of the chair, was the remnants of a broken glass...from the looks of it, a wine glass. As she slept, I examined every inch of her body yet again. I was captivated by her body, and by the way that she didn't make any attempt to disguise what she had been doing. Not only had she planned to watch me, but she had poured a glass of wine and dressed for the occasion. I knew that none of my former flings would have done that, even if it meant being with me. Catherine had done it just to watch me, not even knowing that I would be looking back.

Taking one last look, I tried to commit an image of her body to memory. Knowing full well that I couldn't stay up all night watching her, though to do so would be heaven, I finally made myself shut off the lights and retreat to my bedroom. Collapsing on the bed, naked and too spent to shower or put on anything, I drifted off to sleep. My last thoughts were of her face, eyes closed and smiling. I knew what I had to do. She had left me a note, and didn't know that I had seen her on the balcony. It was my turn to leave a note, but that would have to wait until morning. A smile dressed my own face as I melted into the bed and fell asleep.

 

[cat_claws1987]

His strong body anchored hers to the bed. Her slender legs encased his torso, not wanting him to withdraw from within her. She felt his lips brush softly past hers, his tongue darting to meet hers. She slowly gyrated her hips as he began to grind and nudge his cock deeper into her aching opening. His hands pushing her firm breasts together nipping at the erect nipples with his teeth, pulling on each one hard enough to lift her from the bed. Reaching down she let her fingers glide over his hardness as it slipped like a piston in and out of her wetness. Catherine watched as his eyes bored through her - intense, searing, she knew the signal they conveyed, he was ready to explode inside her yet again. Catherine hugged her body to his, wrapping her legs and arms around him, squeezing him tighter against her slender body. She bit down on his shoulder as she felt his pulsing shaft erupt inside of her. Her bite hardening on his powerful shoulder as her orgasm erupted from within to meet his creamy lava. “ohhh god…oh my god…more baby….more”, Catherine screamed out. He obliged by increasing his rocking motion on top of her body, pushing her sleek body to the edge once again. Catherine felt yet another wave of hot cream shoot deep into her, causing a river of juices to flood from within her. Catherine felt her body balancing on the edge of the bed from his constant and powerful thrusts…falling…his body separating from hers…she watched in slow motion as his cock left her…


Catherine’s shrieking woke her immediately as she tumbled from the patio chair to the hard surface of the floor. Fully awake she groggily became aware of yet another dream of her mystery lover, and yet another orgasm as evidence covered her pussy.

Catherine lay there letting the tears gently flow down her cheeks, fully aware how badly she wanted to feel this man beside her, holding her, caressing her. She wanted more from her dreams. She wanted him. She wanted him more than any man she had ever met before.

Catherine wiped the tears from her eyes and slowly re-arranged her purple baby doll. The wetness soaked her panties so she removed them and slowly got to her feet. Looking down, she shrugged; the broken glass can wait until later. Looking at her watch she saw that it was 4:30am. She didn’t bother setting the alarm clock as her body fell limp onto the bed. The room was muggy and hot sitting up she peeled off the baby doll and fell fast asleep completely nude which she never did. Thought’s of wanting to be caught like this by her mystery lover pushed the smile back onto her face before falling asleep again.

 

[downhomeguy]

When I woke up, I realized that I hadn't moved all night. I was still on my back, head on the pillow and the cool sheet pulled up to my waist. Glancing down, I could see a protrusion under the cotton layer, and I knew exactly what it was. Smiling, I rolled over and glanced at the clock: 8:00am. Smiling as I remembered the events of the previous night (or early morning, as it were), I knew what I had to do. I had to let her know that I had seen her. It was a simple task, yet one that I was feeling extremely nervous about. Rolling out of bed, I took a quick shower to calm my nerves.

Dressing quickly, I grabbed my keys and headed for the front door. Pausing briefly by the blinds, I gave in to temptation and picked up the spotting scope. Glancing across the courtyard, I saw the empty balcony.

"Damn," I thought, setting down the lens.

Looking across, I began to count the floors and windows that centered on my target apartment...24th floor, tenth across. As I headed out the front door, I repeated the numbers, 24th and 10, like a mantra so that I wouldn't forget it.

A thought occurred to me when I stepped into the elevator: What if I ran into her? Now that I knew what she looked like, it was possible that I would recognize her around the apartment. Then again, I knew that she could potentially recognize me. I wasn't sure that I would be able to handle it. I would be too tempted to grab her in my arms, lift her up and carry her back to my apartment. I wouldn't be able to look at her without wanting to feel our bodies pressed together, glistening with sweat, gasping and moaning for each other.

Shaking my head to clear it, I exited the elevator and walked across the lobby. Ducking out the front door and turning right, I made my way down the street to a small stretch of shops. Turning into one, I walked briskly down the aisles until I found what I was looking for. Looking at the shelf, I took my time and browsed the different choices. Finally I picked one, and carried it to the register. The clerk gave me a strange look.

"Just one?" He raised his eyebrow and looked at me.

"That's it." Then, I noticed a small white box by the counter. "And this," i said, setting it down.

Swiping my bank card and taking the bag from the clerk, I headed back onto the street and paused at a nearby bench. Sitting down, I took out the white box and opened it. Reaching back into the bag, I withdrew my other purchase and smiled at it: a single wine glass to replace the broken one on the balcony. Dropping it into the box, I took the small bi-fold card that had come with the box and opened it. Pulling a pen from my pocket, I opened the card and thought about what I was going to write.

My Dear Catherine,

Knowing that you have been watching me these past days has delighted me immensely. Though you alerted me to your presence, I am sure that until now you were unaware that I had seen you. Your body is, in a word, breathtaking. I have never laid eyes on a woman with the beauty and elegance that you possess. I suspect that the events of this morning may have you needing the contents of this box.

Yours,

James

Tucking the note into the bowl of the glass, I closed the box and tucked it under my arm. Briskly walking back to the apartment complex, I nervously rode the elevator to the 24th floor and began counting as I crept down the hall. Afraid of stopping, I bent down and gingerly dropped the box in front of the tenth door. Rounding the hallway and taking the next elevator down, I quickly retreated to the safety of my own apartment.

Sighing once I had reached my abode, I made a cup of tea and turned on the television. I didn't know what would happen next, and I knew that thinking about it would only make me crazy. Flipping channels, I glanced at the clock: 9:15am. I wasn't sure when she would find the box, but I wished that I could see the look on her face when she opened it.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine stretched and felt her bones creaking as she began to come fully awake. Her eyes fluttered open and blearily glanced at the clock on the headboard. “seven fucking thirty”, she muttered to herself. “gotta be fucking kidding me”, she moaned as she rolled out of bed. Slipping on her robe she opened the front door to retrieve the newspaper that dutifully was there every morning. Glancing at the headlines she saw nothing but bad news. She tossed the paper into the recycle bin, refusing to read negative stories on such a beautiful day.

Emerging from the shower she felt a little better after only 3 hours of sleep. Maybe some coffee and a morning run will bring her fully awake. She let the coffee brew while she fixed herself some toast. Hearing the last gurgles of the hot liquid splashing into her mug she retreated to the kitchen table and savored the aroma wafting up to her nostrils. Finishing the last bite of her toast and jam she sat back in her chair and thoughts of her mystery lover flooded her thoughts once again.

So vivid were her dreams it scared her some. “Ohhhh god dammit who ARE YOU”, she moaned as her hand found its way to her parted legs. The wetness that greeted her brought an instant smile to her face. She felt her face begin to flush with anticipation when she licked her fingers and began rubbing her swollen clit slowly at first. Sliding her bottom closer to the edge of the chair, Catherine spread her legs wide and began rubbing her clit and lips harder and faster. The tingling sensation between her legs engulfed her entire body as her wetness began flowing and coating her fingers and hand. Her body stiffened as she felt wave after wave of orgasm explode from within, her panting grew louder and louder as pleasure consumed her. She let her hand fall limply to the side as her legs closed and opened repeatedly as the intenseness of her orgasm peaked and slowly subsided.

Catching her breath at last, Catherine opened her eyes and looked at her sweat drenched body as she slowly pulled herself upright in her chair. With trembling hand she grasped the cup of now lukewarm coffee and drained the cup.

She decided to forgo another shower since she would be going for her morning run anyway. Once she felt her legs were steady enough she began walking towards the bedroom to change. She stopped when she noticed the shadow of feet pause momentarily at her front door. Just as quickly they retreated. Catherine gave it no thought figuring it was a visitor realizing they were at the wrong door.

Dressed in her tank top and shorts Catherine opened the door and momentarily was startled to see the white box sitting in her doorway. She picked it up and looked in each direction down the long hallway. Bringing the box in and shutting the door she supposed this was from the person at her door a few minutes ago.

Placing the box on her dining room table she gently opened it, discovering its content was a wine glass with a note inside of it. “A WINE GLASS, WHAT THE FUCK”, Catherine laughed to herself. “Oh god they put this in front of the wrong door for sure”.

Opening the note Catherine was initially startled that her name was in the salutation. Quickly she glanced down at the signature ‘James’. Her startled look turned to shock as she read the body of the note. “It…its…its HIM. He was here” Catherine shrieked out as her eyes grew wide with excitement. She felt her face redden with embarrassment as she now realized he was watching her as well.

Catherine clutched the note tight to her chest. Smiling from ear to ear she said out loud “James….James…James”. She giggled as she pulled the beautiful wine glass from the box, now remembering the broken one still littering her patio. A devious smile crossed her face as she gently placed the wine glass on the table and the note beside it. “Well James it’s an honor and a privilege to finally meet you” she giggled as she jokingly curtseyed before the note and glass.

She rushed out the door with thoughts and ideas of what to do next began bouncing around in her head. As she headed down the quad she decided to glance up in the direction of his window. A broad smile formed as she took in a deep breath and with all the power her lungs could muster, shouted out “THANK YOU JAMES, YOU MADE MY DAY”.

Catherine noticed a distinct bounce in her running as she heading down the quad, her blonde pony tail flapping in the breeze.

 

[downhomeguy]

I hadn't been sitting on the couch long when I heard something outside. It sounded like yelling...not common in the early mornings, especially on the weekends. Setting my mug down on the coffee table and getting up, I walked over to the window. Peaking through a slat in the blinds, I checked to see if there was anyone on the balcony across from me. Empty. Pushing a wider hole in the blinds, I glanced down at the courtyard. I couldn't see anything down below, aside from the odd student wandering around.

As I turned back towards the room, a flash of movement caught my eye on the far side of the courtyard. Reaching down and picking up the lens at my feet, I quickly put it to my eye and found what I had seen.

"Just a jogger," I thought to myself. But what a jogger it was.

It dawned on me that she was probably the same person I had seen jogging a day or two before...same hair, same tan, same impeccable ass. When she disappeared from view, I reluctantly put the scope down and sighed. Returning to the couch, I flipped through some more channels without finding anything to pique my interest. Turning off the TV, I realized that I had been inadvertently rubbing my groin through my shorts. A considerable bulge had formed, and for a moment I considered stripping down and making the most of it. I quickly decided against the idea; much like a singer who takes a vow of silence the day of a concert, I wanted to save myself for an audience.

Deciding that I needed something to occupy my mind, I changed into a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt. The apartment had a decent-sized gym in the basement, and I had made a regular habit of using it to burn stress. I knew that going to the gym meant traveling back to the other building of the complex, something that made me slightly nervous. What if I ran into her? I wasn't sure if we would even recognize each other, but I also knew that the chances of such an opportunity arising was rare. Then, I considered riding the elevator to see if the box I had left at her door was still there...but my nerves got the better of me, and I talked myself out of it.

Grabbing my keys on the way out, I locked the door and pushed my headphones into my ears. The music at the gym was typically poor, at least to my taste, and I could usually workout better in the absence of the poor conversation of the other patrons. At this hour it might not be a problem, but I was used to working out with my own music.

Once I made it to the gym, I didn't have any trouble getting into the rhythm of my workout. The machines I used were all empty, and I quickly breezed through. I was sitting on a bench, preparing to do a final set before leaving when the idea of walking past her door hit me again. Thumbing through a playlist, I decided that the question would be better answered once I was finished in the gym.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine had a visible smile during the course of her 90 minute run. Just shouting out his name gave her the feeling of a special bond to him now. No longer a stranger in her mind Catherine started day dreaming about how their first encounter face to face would go. Was he as handsome and rugged in person as be appeared to be through her scope? What would it feel like to have him fold his naked body over hers as his stiffness teasingly brushed her womanhood repeatedly? Would he make her beg for his unsheathed shaft to slowly slip inside her, bringing her to an orgasm not created by her own fingers?

Catherine had to chase from her mind the images she has now created. She knew if she kept it up much longer her orgasm would begin trickling down her legs. She took the water bottle from her belt, squirting a generous amount onto her face. The sudden splash of ice cold water brought her back to the present and the task at hand. She had formed a plan in her mind despite her day dreaming and knew she had work to do when she got back from her run.

Returning to her apartment Catherine found the phone book and looked up the name of the local gourmet market. She was in luck they did carry Blue Castello cheese. She ordered a tray of the creamy cheese along with crackers, sliced pears and apples. Also in her order was a mid priced chilled bottle of Chenin Blanc – all to arrive at 8:30 that evening. Satisfied, Catherine stripped out of her wet workout clothes and retired for a quick shower, knowing she would be taking a much longer bubble bath and making sure her legs were shaved smooth as well as other parts of her body that were appealing to men.

Sitting at her kitchen table Catherine pondered what to write in her note. After careful thought, simplicity came to mind. Smiling at her decision she set her pen to paper and wrote…

Dear James,

I would be deeply honored if you were to join me this evening for some after dinner wine and cheese?

Everything should be ready by 9:00 pm.


Catherine


Catherine folded the note neatly and smiled deeply. She would ask the delivery man to hand deliver the note after dropping off her order. Pushing her chair back, she padded over to the full length mirror and let her robe slide off her shoulders and cascade to the floor. She closed her eyes imagining it was James gently sliding the robe off her sizzling skin and taking in the view of her total nakedness. She imagined his hands roaming freely over her shoulders and rubbing against her stiffening nipples. His hands gently grasping and squeezing her firm breasts, her body gasping with every delicious touch he administered. She would take his hand and gently guide it between her legs to feel the increasing wetness forming there. She would shutter as his fingers played with her clit and rubbed the swollen lips. She would moan in ecstasy as he whispered in her ear what he wanted to do to her body. Describing how he would slowly feed her his hardened shaft, making her beg him to go deeper, letting her feel his entire length.

Catherine’s eyes flew open as her body tensed and convulsed as she felt the enormous orgasm erupt between her legs. Catherine covered her mouth but could not stop the scream of passion that again escaped her lips.

“Oh my god…9 o’clock is so fucking far away” Catherine groaned.

 

[downhomeguy]

When I was finished in the gym, I decided against walking by her door and seeing if the box was gone. Ultimately, it came down to a simple question...what would I do if I bumped into her? Try as I might, I wasn't able to come up with anything to say. Considering that I hadn't actually met her in person, "I'm glad you like watching me jerk off" didn't seem like it would cut it.

When I got back to my apartment, my pulse had finally settled. Out of habit, if the repetition of a specific activity over merely a few days can be called that, I glanced through the blinds and across the courtyard. Nothing. Standing in my living room, I stripped naked and tossed my sweaty clothes into the washing machine. Turning on the shower, I walked back into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

Before I opened the bottle, I held it against the back of my neck and closed my eyes. By now, she had found the glass...I had convinced myself of that much. The lingering question was what to do next. She had left a note, and I had done the same. Logic told me that I should wait for her to make the next move, but everything else told me that I should start planning my next step.

I wasn't sure that I could take another night of having to watch her from afar. I needed to be close to her, to feel her skin against my own. I needed to feel her hand wrapped around my shaft as I teased her nipples with my tongue and lips. With my eyes closed, I began to picture her sitting on the balcony, legs spread and panties pushed to the side as I had seen her the night before. The thought of kneeling in front of her, using every effort to explore her body and make her cry out my name, was driving me crazy. Opening my eyes and glancing down, I wasn't surprised to find my cock pointing straight away from me and parallel to the floor. Again, I had to fight the urge to take hold of it and induce an orgasm. With a sigh, I opened the bottle of water and walked into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I took care to scrub away the sweat and grime from the gym.

Exiting the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked back into the kitchen. There wasn't any harm in foregoing clothing, at least for the time being. After digging through the refrigerator, I fixed a sandwich and settled down on the couch. I needed to find something to occupy my afternoon, and to keep my mind off of more carnal thoughts.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine went about her day trying to keep busy. She chatted online with her parents for about an hour. Then her kid sister started squawking that she wanted to chat with Catherine as well. Catherine knew that Mandy had a crush on any boy who she even thought looked her way. A junior in high school, Mandy was way too well developed physically, but not mentally. Catherine knew she needed to spend as much time chatting with her in an effort to keep her as centered as she could.

Catherine laughed to herself with the fact she was trying to rein in Mandy’s hormones, when her own were totally on autopilot. Catherine could not remember the last time she masturbated so much because of one guy. Catherine could only smile and assure Mandy that the boys in school were not thinking of her as the school “whore” as Mandy put it. She was head strong and determined in who she wanted to associate with – just like Catherine. Catherine glanced at the clock and realized they had spent nearly 3 hours chatting about what Catherine could not remember. It always seemed that their conversations were just scattered remnants of a deeper conversation they would have had sitting crossed legged on their bed, whispering deep dark girl secrets and giggling. The bond with Mandy was massive and honest. They could share anything and know it would stay between them.

Catherine finally convinced Mandy that house chores awaited both of them. Both giggled and said their ‘I love you’s’ before closing the chat window. Catherine saw that the shadows were starting to creep across her dining room table. It was time to clean up and get ready for James. Catherine removed all of the bed linens and put fresh ones on. She folded down the comforter and top sheet. She placed the newest candle she bought a few weeks ago on the table next to her bed – French vanilla, her favorite scent.

Satisfied with how the house looked she realized it was nearly 6:30. Two more hours until the cheese and wine arrived. She went into her closet and began appraising the wardrobe she had. “Evening dress, yes of course” she said out loud. Tapping her finger against her lips she searched for the perfect dress that would make James drool into his wine glass. She pulled the sexy pink halter beaded evening gown from the closet and removed the protective plastic covering. Hanging it up on the closet door she stepped back to admire the dress she wore to the clubs a few times in the past. A plunging low cut halter neckline to show off her firm breasts, the back dipping down to the small of her back showing off her tones body. The thigh high front slit would certainly enhance his viewing pleasure of her toned and firm legs. [Catherine's choice of evening dress for James to see her in : http://www.electriqueboutique.com/shop/images/4440ndp-350.jpg ]

Next Catherine surveyed the array of shoes she had to choose from. Smiling she stooped down and collected the pair of open toed double banded clear platform sandals with the 5 inch heel to complete her ensemble. She knew these always turned heads when she walked into a room with them, her well defined calves shimmering in the light.

Catherine finally took her bubble bath at 7:15, allowing herself ample time to check her sleek body for any unwanted stubble. Satisfied, Catherine saw that she had 15 minutes before the delivery arrived. Dressing in her elegant gown she decided at the last minute to forgo the pink thong she had laying out, choosing to go nude beneath her gown.

The delivery boy placed the purchase on the glass coffee table and place the wine in the chilling bucket Catherine had waiting. Pleased with the presentation on the table she dismissed the delivery boy with a hefty tip and explicit instructions on the delivery of her note.

Catherine chose not to open a different bottle of wine and chose to fill the wine glass James delivered with some sparkling water. Pausing in front of the mirror Catherine’s heart jumped at how well her body and the dress complimented one another. With butterflies in her stomach Catherine walked out onto her patio and softly leaned against the railing, gazing towards James’ shuttered but lit window. Calculating in her head that the note should now be a few doors from his Catherine’s heart began pounding harder and harder, wanting to leap from her chest.

 

[downhomeguy]

Sometime after lunch, I had finally dressed and sat down at my computer with a stack of textbooks. The afternoon slowly passed as I read page after page, each book seemingly less interesting than the next. The rigors of graduate school had proven to be somewhat different than my undergraduate experience. It seemed as though the professors were no longer responsible for teaching you the material...you were supposed to learn it on your own, and then attend class to insure that you understood what you had read. Graduate school, particularly the first year, was less of a learning experience and more of a hazing ritual; professors all remembered what it had been like for them, and in turn took comfort out of sadistically inflicting the same treatment on future generations. On the first day of my Criminal Law class, the aging scholar (who I was fairly certain would rather be somewhere else) spent twenty minutes questioning me on the difference between various latin phrases...none of which had been in the book, and certainly nothing that I would ever need to know.

Finally, I closed my books and glanced at the clock. It was pushing 6:30, and I made my way into the kitchen. There was a plastic container of leftovers from the day before, and I reheated them in the microwave. Turning to the news and sitting down on the couch, I ate straight from the plastic container and caught up on the (mostly unimportant) news of the day. I was still sitting on the couch when there was a knock on the door. Getting up, I stuck my eye to the peephole looked into the hall. Gauging by his outfit, the guy on the other side was some sort of delivery man. It was fairly common to have people knock on the wrong door, mixing up the numbers or buildings. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see that he didn't seem to have anything with him to deliver. Before I even had a chance to say anything, he handed me a slip of paper.

"This is for you" he said, pushing the note into my hand.

As he turned to walk away, I heard him mutter something under his breath. It sounded like "Lucky bastard", but I couldn't be sure...I was still confused as to what was happening. Shutting the door and throwing the deadbolt, I stood in the foyer and opened the folded note. When I read the words on the paper, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Glancing at the clock, I realized that I didn't have much time. Quickly going into my closet, I hastily tried to decide what to wear. The first shirt I saw hanging on the rack was a dress shirt...I think the label had said "lilac". It was one of the nicer dress shirts I owned, and one of the few that I had gotten tailored to fit me. "Better to be overdressed," I thought to myself. Taking it down, I grabbed a pair of black slacks from the hanger and pulled them on.

Pulling on the shirt and fastening the buttons, I walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I had learned that the benefit of a tailored shirt was that it fit the body well, and didn't need to be pinched and pulled in order to get it flat. Buttoning the pants, I slid a belt through the loops. Checking to make sure that my hair was ok, I leaned in closer to the mirror and looked at my jaw. Fortunately I had shaved the day before, and there wasn't much need to do it again. Sitting at my desk, I pulled on a pair of black socks and tied my shoes. Glancing at the clock, I still had the few precious minutes I would need to make my way across the courtyard.

Stuffing my wallet and phone into my pockets (more out of habit than anything), I rushed out the door and locked it. Riding down the elevator, I looked down and saw my hands shaking. Stuffing them into my pockets, I quickly made my way out of the lobby and across the courtyard. I remembered the way to her apartment, though I couldn't quite remember the number. "I'll know it when I see it," I thought. Glancing at my phone as I walked down the hall, my hand still shaking, I watched the clock roll over.

"Right on time," I mumbled. Taking a deep breath, I reached up and knocked on her door. My heart was still racing, my hands trembling in my pockets as I stood in the hall and waited.

 

[cat_claws1987]

Catherine must have checked her evening dress, hair and makeup a dozen times in the mirror. She even had to admit she looked radiant in the dress. She could not detect even one flaw. Her breasts displayed just the right amount of cleavage to get the attention of men as well as women. Pleased she turned to the living room. The spread of cheese and crackers was just the way she liked it. The wine was chilling perfectly in the long bucket on the side of the sofa. She made sure that James would opt to sit next to her on the sofa by placing some of her favorite stuffed animals in the recliner.

Glancing at her watch she knew that the delivery of the note was now in progress. She took her wine class with the sparkling water and positioned herself out on the patio. Her heart pounded hoping all her plans would not go to waste. What if he wasn’t home? What if he had a girlfriend, a jealous one at that? Oh my god, what if he was gay? Catherine’s doubts began taking over her mind when she glanced down at the nicely dressed figure coming across the quad. It’s him, it’s really him her mind screamed to her.

Quickly Catherine rushed back inside and took one final glance in the mirror. At the last moment she took a small drop of her favorite red door perfume and dabbed it between her breasts. She pushed her heaving breasts against one another several time and got the desired effect, slightly swollen nipples. The knock at the door made Catherine jump slightly. Palms raised, she gently pushed them towards the mirror. “calm down Catherine, just calm down”, she whispered several times.

Taking a deep breath she put her hand on the door knob and smiled as she opened it wide. Extending her hand towards her guest, she sweetly announced in her sexiest voice “I’m Catherine James; it’s so nice to finally meet you".

 

[downhomeguy]

When my hand retreated from the door, I stood in the hall and waited. Nervously shifting my weight from foot to foot, I continued to stand in front of the door. If my hands hadn't both been hanging by my side, I would have sworn that I was still knocking; my heart was pounding inside my chest, and my pulse was beating like it had in the gym earlier.

My mind started to wander, and it didn't help the level of nervousness that I was experiencing. "What if she's having second thoughts? Or, even worse, what if she starts having them once she meets me," I thought to myself. It wasn't that hard to imagine, I thought. There's a difference between watching someone from across a courtyard and meeting them face to face. Maybe by leaving the wine glass, I had somehow spooked her...I couldn't be sure when she had given the note to the delivery man, and it may very well have been sometime before I snuck past her door.

I thought briefly about knocking again, but quickly decided against it. I was right on time, and there was no doubt that she would be expecting me. She would have heard my first knock. If she had for some reason decided not to answer the door, a second knock wouldn't do anything to change that. I kept my hands stuffed in my pockets, fists clenched tight.

Looking down, I suddenly saw a shadow fall across the light peeking through the bottom of the door. I heard the deadbolt, and the door opened wide. Swallowing, I raised my head. My eyes quickly flew over her from bottom to top, meeting her gaze. And that smile...her smile nearly caused my heart to leap out of my chest. I was convinced that if the smile didn't do it, the voice would. Pulling my fist out of my pocket and extending my arm, I took her hand in mine and squeezed it lightly. Half of me wanted to take another look at her, to drink in the sight of the vision standing before me. The other half...or what I refer to as the "smart" half...compelled me to hold her gaze.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well," I said with a smile.

It seemed strange to be introducing ourselves after what had already happened between us. I was glad that I had dressed appropriately. Letting go of her soft hand, I let it fall back to my side.

"You look fantastic," I said, complimenting her choice of attire.

 

[cat_claws1987]

A rush went through Catherine’s body as his hand touched and took hers. His grip was gentle but firm and reassuring. Most guys she met for the first time were either wimpy hand shakers or “here let me break a few bones” type of hand shake greeters. But James was quite different.

She let him keep her hand for as long as he felt comfortable, because the feeling was quite satisfying to Catherine, not to mention he was quite easy on the eyes. She studied his masculine frame from head to toe as discreetly as possible, admiring every aspect of his being as well as his attire. His voice was just deep enough to assert a man who was quite sure of himself, a trait admired by Catherine.

Catherine blushed and did a slightly dipping curtsy as she thanked James for saying how fantastic she looked. She ushered him into the apartment and admired his tailored shirt as she closed the door softly behind her, eying him from behind more closely now.

“If I am not mistaken James, that’s a Lilac shirt your wearing, isn’t it?” She said with a smile. “You look sooo delich in it.” Right away Catherine rolled her eyes realizing what she had just said to someone she just met. ‘Stupid girl’, Catherine’s subconscious scolded her.

“Come on in James, I have a fresh tray of cheese and crackers waiting for us.”

With that Catherine took a seat on the sofa, positioning herself in a way that James would want to sit as close to her as possible. She leaned forward, causing her breasts to strain against the plunging neckline as she dished out some cheese and crackers.

“James would you be so kind as to pour the wine for us” she purred. Sitting back on the sofa Catherine let the thigh high slit of her dress reveal to James taut and tanned legs and thighs.

 

[downhomeguy]

At her invitation I walked through the door and heard her shut it behind me. When she commented on my shirt, I smiled.

"I wouldn't know. As hard as it is to find shirts that fit me well, I don't pay too much attention to color."

I quickly surveyed the apartment, immediately noticing that it was much tidier than mine. I recognized that like my own, it was a one-bedroom floor plan. As she brushed past me and walked towards the couch, I caught a whiff of her perfume. The light, pleasant touch of it on my nostrils seemed to grab me by the collar and pull me towards her, around the table and to the sofa.

Sitting down next to her, I watched as she leaned forward. When she sat back up, I couldn't help but admire her legs. I had no more doubts concerning whether or not she was the person I had seen jogging on several occasions...now I was sure of it. When she asked me to pour the wine, I responded with "Certainly." Picking up the corkscrew, I flipped out the small claw at the end and ran it along the top of the bottle. Peeling back the foil and setting it down on the table, I pushed the tip of the spiral into the cork and turned the bottle, pressing down and watching the metal descend. I braced the corkscrew and held the bottle firmly on the table.

"I typically go for screw top bottles. The lack in quality if far outweighed by not making an ass of yourself when you open it," I said with a smile.

Lifting the corkscrew, I eased the cork out until it came free with a light pop. Setting it down, I put the stems of the glasses between my fingers and held them firmly down. Raising and tipping the bottle, I carefully poured into each glass until they were roughly half-full. Picking up the glasses by the stems, I handed her one and put the empty hand behind the couch, turning slightly to face her.

"I have to say that I was a little surprised by your invitation."