Eyes of Desire (Closed for Hotie Katie)

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Name: Miranda Ward
Age: 36
Bust: 34B/C bust size 8 dress (Uk sizes)
Hair: just past shoulder length naturally curly often worn in a pony tail and dark eyes to match
Complexion: White (Caucasian) but with some Meditteranian ancestry so browns easily in the sun

Miranda is petite at 5'2 but has a toned, curvaceous form with naturally brown wavy hair, that is often worn as a pony Tail. Her measurements are a 34B/C bust, her ex-boyfriend used to joke about being able to predict her period by the increase in the swell of her cleavage. At work she rarely wears trousers, always dresses in a skirt or dress. Her attire is very professional yet she always endeavors to retain a feminine edge, a hint of cleavage, boots- always provocative, alluring rather than totally in your face sexuality! Underneath she often wears fine silk lace bras, thongs, though of course she also has more utilitarian items for more practical usage.

As to her dress sense, Miranda rarely dressed sluttish, as a high street common hooker. Rather she would be more aptly described as the high class call girl, professional yet provocative look. Rarely in trousers other than tight jeans or leggings.. she always dressed well, her toned, curvy legs suited tight jeans/leggings or skirts. Most were below the knee but with revealing slits, many were bespoke to emphasise the slit... Miranda believes in the saying "Less is More"

She has an extensive lingerie collection, silks and lace and enjoyed wearing it... Often she would were a pastel shade blouse/top, but with a darker bra underneath, e.g. a navy blue bra under a pale blue blouse... Miranda loved boots, and had a large collection. She had early discovered how sexually provocative they can be, the best way to get her ex to recover was to masturbate him with the toe of her leather boot, her FMB. Whilst they were never in a Ds relationship he would lick and kiss the leather, and his erection would return so quickly...

Miranda is well educated and works as a regional sales manager for a medical company. She lives on her own and after a long relationship breaking up, has been single. The reason for the break up was hat she had been unfaithful having discovered her bi-sexuality. Whilst her ex was always keen on a three some with two girls, he would not either allow for her desire of two men, not her desire to see the girl on a one to one at times!

She owns her own flat, with the majority of the mortgage paid for, and is located in suburbia in North London, very close to a tube station. She lives on a small development of private apartments, each block having eight apartments, two on each floor. In total there are five blocks, and she lives on the second one up the hill. This means that her third floor apartment over looks windows in the first and third apartment.

What that means is that if Miranda looks from some certain windows she can see into the windows of the next block of flats in either direction especially those on the lower floors as she looks down. Most windows have net curtains, but not all, and so it is possible to see into the windows and the occupants.

Recently in one flat she has noted a new resident. She seems to be living on her own and in her early-mid 20s. She has seen her several times as Miranda waters her plants, looking out at the block of flats opposite. She is able to see into several rooms including the kitchen and what appears to be a bedroom.

She has watched her briefly several times, and so far as not seen anything untoward. But she has stopped her chore and watched, noticing how graceful she seems to move.

That Sunday morning, as Miranda did her washing, she caught movement and started to watch as Miranda paused her washing up. The girl wasn't there for long, as she wore a tight T-short, possibly a sports top, the shadows and light preventing too much detail to be seen.

As Miranda continued washing up, she noticed several minutes later the girl exiting the block of flats as she walked away in all likely hood to the tube station.....

 

[HottieKatie]

Name: Vanessa Smith
Age: 26
Bust: 34A/B
Hair: long to mid-back, black, straight
Complexion: White (Caucasian), athletic

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Vanessa is a kindergarden teacher and has just moved to North London because the school she got a new job after the one she was working in close. She was so lucky getting a new job so soon she wasn't sad to move from Southampton. The only thing that disappointed her was that her boyfriend had to stay there, although he was trying to be posted to London too. Meanwhile, they would have to do with the weekend visits and skype-chats.

The flat is quite small but nice for one person to live in, but maybe when John moves to London they may have to find another place. She has spent the first week unpacking her things and getting the place ready to live. Fortunately there are many wardrobes. It is not that she likes buying lots of clothes but she likes to change her outfit during the day. She wears demured clothes in the morning, since she is surrounded by little children and doesn't want the parents to make any complaints. When she gets home she likes to get confy wearing some loose jeans and tight T-shirts; usually with no bra, since she has small tits, there is not much need to hold them. For going out she likes wearing nice dresses that fit perfectly in her thin body. And for sleeping... well, that's her passion: nightgowns. Cotton, silk, satin, or nylon, whichever, she would like them all. There was a time that all she got from friends in her birthday were nightdresses. And finally, the dress clothes. Not that she is a freak but she likes to run every morning for about half an hour. That nice butt does not keep that way by itself! And she has half a dozen of vests and shorts for that. So, summing up, she needs plenty of space to keep all this clothes.

Having all finally set up after a week, she decides to go running for a while. Wonderful Sunday morning, sunny and not too hot, perfect! She doesn't know the neighborhood but she's willing to explore. And what better way that going for a run? That way she can get a quick idea of everything. She has a nice photographic memory so after her 30 minutes run she's have a mind-map of the place. So she dresses one of the sport t-shirts and shorts, takes her iPod and hits the road. Nice thing she lives in the first floor, she doesn't even have to take the lift.

As planned, half an hour later she is back, all sweaty from the exercise and longing to have a fresh shower.

 

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Miranda saw her new nieghbor leave that Sunday morning in her running outfit. The way the sports leggings clund to her legs, and the tight crop top encouraged Miranda to watch for the few seconds before she was out of site on her run.

Miranda returned her thoughts to her chores, though she started to ponder about her neighbor. She had been in for a week or two, and already Miranda found her intriguing, and if she were to admit it sexually alluring. She wondered what she did, does she have a partner, where she comes from..

But those thoughts soon left her mind as she left the kitchen, and returned to the living room to watch the Andrew Marr show. some 20 minutes later, Miranda returns to the kitchen to refill her mug of tea.

As she looked out of the window, she saw movement in the neighbor's flat and watched briefly. As she did so, she saw her neighbor lift her running vest up over her head, obviously feeding her washing machine, exposing her crop top.

Suddenly her neighbor started to remove her crop top. She was standing to much in shadows for Miranda to see any detail, but that moment would stay in her mind for a long time, as she watched her neighbor strip in her kitchen.

As the girl left the kitchen, obviously to shower Miranda returned to her front room, her concentration deeply broken from what she had just seen...

The next few days, Miranda didn't see much of her neighbor, as Miranda her self was busy, with her life. She often ran in the evening in the summer months, or go to the gym.

A couple of days later, Miranda caught glimpse of her neighbor as she popped into the local Greek shop as she purchased her evening meal. Miranda watched her briefly the visions from the weekend returning to her mind, before she did her own shopping, losing track of where she was.

Miranda returned home, and as he prepared her meal, she saw her nieghbor preparing her meal before Miranda returned to her living room to eat her pasta.

 

[HottieKatie]

Vanessa was so happy this Friday: John was coming for a quick visit the following day. She was so thrilled about having him there that she couldn't concentrate in her teaching lessons so she had left the children play and paint for the whole morning. They were quite happy, though.

She planned the whole evening and morning. John would be there at about 10 am and first thing would be, of course, having sex. So she had to have everything ready when she got up. She thought about going for a run before dinner, since she wouldn't be going during the weekend (although she thought the exercise would be enough, she didn't want to loose track on her daily routine so she would go anyway). So, running time: 7 pm and bath at 8 pm. Wondeful, then dinner, some TV and she would go to sleep quite early as she was a bit tired from the week. So, until that time, she decided to clean around a bit.

At 6 she had already tidied up everything, being the flat small as it was, so she decided to use the extra time to try on some outfits for the weeked: night dresses, spicy underwear, nice undergowns... She was playing some music on her laptop meanwhile and she was in the middle of a dance wearing less clothes than she should have when she remembered that she was not in Southampton. She was used not to draw her curtains there since from her windows she could see a park so nobody could watch into her apartment. But now it was different, there were lots of buildings in front of her and any of the neighbors could be watching. In fact, she thought she saw a woman in her thirties getting away from her window right in front of her in the moment she got to the window to draw the curtains. "God, I must be more careful!"

But she forgot about it again when she came home from running. She opened the curtain as soon as she came back all in sweat as she liked to have the moonlight coming in the room. She undressed quickly in her room, took a nightgown and rushed to the shower.

Two hours later she was hitting the bed dreaming about the wonderful weeked she had ahead.

 

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Several weeks have passed since Vanessa moved in, and was first noticed by Miranda.

After the initial flurry, Miranda had not seen much of her new neighbor, Vanessa, in part because Miranda had only seen her by co-incidence. She isn't a stalker, a watcher, though she had noticed herself watching the kitchen and living room window more and more.

Unfortunately (or was it fortunately?) Miranda;s flat did not view her bedroom, though Miranda still remembered that Sunday morning watching her undress after her run in the kitchen.

One Friday evening Miranda had stood up and as she did so, as had became habitual she glanced into the windows of the block opposite. Most of the time when Miranda looked, she saw nothing of note. but this night Vanessa was in her living room.

she seemed to be dancing in some shortish chemise or even possible night gown. Suddenly she stopped dancing and folded her arms and removed her chemiise before selecting another and putting it on.She turned and faced what appeared to be a temporary positioned mirror.

Miranda stepped back into the shadows of her room before several minutes later the curtains had closed?

Miranda panicked.. "Fuck did she she me? or was it just..." Full of temporary panic Miranda sat back down, for a while before she headed to her bedroom and bed.

That Saturday morning, at about 9:45, Miranda had been to the gym and now was sitting at a local coffee house between the tube station and her flat enjoying a coffee and cheesecake slice when she noticed Vanessa approach arm in arm with a guy, some one Miranda had not seen, in fact she had not seen Vanessa with anyone.

As she sat outside she watched them pass, before curiosity got to the better of her and left her perch as she headed home....

 

[HottieKatie]

Vanessa went out at 9.30 headed to the tube to get John who was coming. Then both of them headed home since Vanessa had whispered some words in his ears that made him speed up his pace. As soon as they got home they could only reach the living room, which was the closest room to the door and they started to kiss each other passionately. "I've missed you so much" said she, as he started nibbling her ear. "Hmmm I love that..." were her words as she started to unzipp his pants.

She pushed him and he fell in the sofa, his legs up, which made the perfect occasion for Vanessa to take off his pants. Then she sat on her knees on his lap and started kissing his neck as he unzipped her dress (she had wisely chosen one that had a back-zip). Then she took it off and revealed her nice red silk underwear, his favourite. It didn't take him long to take her bra off and started rubbing her little tits with his hands as they went on kissing hungrily. Then he grabbed her by her butt and lain her down on her back on the sofa. He was going jump on her when she asked: "why don't we take this to the bedroom?". And off they went,running away from anybody's sight.

 

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Katie

Sorry for the 7 day break in replying but went down with a chest infection last week and all writing thoughts completely disappeared...


Miranda followed her new neighbour home, though as her block of flats were closer to the tube, she had to deviate from the pavement first to head to the communal front door of her block of flats. Taking out her keys from her shoulder bag she opened the outer door, and soon was ascending the stairs. Quickly Miranda inserted the mortice key and turned the lock, hearing the clunk as the lock opened. She took the keys and selected the Yale lock and soon she was closing the door.

She walked into the living room and looked out as she stood back in the shadows and soon her attention was focused on Vanessa's window. She saw them enter and it wasn't long before the girl turned to face her partner, and soon they were in a tight embrace. Miranda gasped as she watched, the physical lust, desire was clearly obvious even from where she stood. The stood for several minutes kissing , their mouths moving in a frenzy, as her hands cupped his cheeks. She was taking control....


"Oh God" Miranda muttered to her empty room as she felt her body respond to the visuals she was observing, watching. Soon he was pushed to the sofa as Vanessa disappeared from view briefly before she stood up and discarding what looked like a pair of jeans. Miranda subconsciously stepped closer to the window as she saw their passion develop.

Soon she was sitting on him, his la she assumed, and kissed his neck, watching him starting to unzip her dress... She stood briefly allowing the dress to fall away exposing her red bra...

She sat on-him again, as she removed his top and watched them kiss for longer...

Suddenly she stood up as he followed her and they left the room......

Watching them leave the room bought Miranda back t reality. She was sure she hadn't been seen but had become incredibly aroused by what she had witnessed. Her breathing was fast, ragged, and her nipples were erect pressing against her silk camisole. She turned and left her living room and headed to her bed room as she leant against the door frame. She had never witnessed anything like that before. Sure she had seen videos, clips on the internet etc or witnessed people snogging intently at a party or in a club but never something so raw, lustful and private.

Her breathing was regaining composure but she was still aware that she was aroused; her clit tingling. She reached down and lifted up her skirt and placed her hand cupping the gusset of her thong.

It was wet.

She closed her eyes, and sighed deeply as she started to feed that itch, to scratch that itch.........

A couple of hours later Miranda was in the kitchen, and she looked and saw her neighbour briefly with her partner but noting more. Other than the odd glance of them she didn't see either of them again over the course of the weekend, and soon the weekly routine returned.

She saw her neighbor once or twice but nothing of note....

 

[HottieKatie]

OOC: No problem, hope you are better now!!
I'll post a reply later on, since I don't wanna rush into writing something short and poor now that I have little time left.
Cya!

 

[HottieKatie]

On Sunday night Vanessa decided to watch a movie on TV. It had been such a complete weekend she felt exhausted and she couldn't think about anything else to do.

John's visit had been so short that they had had to make the most of it. There had had a lot of sex, but not just that. They had gone out for dinner to a nice Italian restaurant Vanessa had spotted in one of her morning runs. John loved Italian food so Vanessa decided it was the perfect place to take him in his first visit. She wasn't particularly keen to Italian foor, she preferred Greek instead, but decided she'd let John have that one, since he had made such a big effort coming to see her.

He had been particularly busy lately and they hadn't been able to speak for long on the phone so Vanessa had quite a lot to share. He, on the other hand, didn't have much to talk about, as he had been stuck at his office until late in the evenings. Vanessa learned that they had been having some changes in the building, he had been relocated to another department and he had had to adapt to the new place, do some extra work and other "tedious stuff that he didn't want to bore her with". So it was her who did most of the talking. But she didn't mind, in fact she was so eager to tell him about her new school, new neighbor, new places…

On Sunday they had decided to stay home and spend some quality time together, so it was late in the afternoon when they left the room and had lunch. After that, he had had to go and Vanessa was left alone again. She was quite sad, but couldn't think about it until it was dark, since she had some things to prepare for her next day at school.

The following week was quite normal. She went out morning running, then went to school, and after coming back, she did some housework of prepared some things for the next school day. She could only talk to John twice that week, as he seemed to be even busier now he was already settled in his new position, so she thought about a present for him on Friday night.

They had decided to videochat that night so as to make up for the time lost during the week. John hadn't been so sure about not being too tired for a long call when he arrived home, so Vanessa thought she could cheer him up by wearing something spicy. Thus, when she came home that evening, she placed her laptop on the coffee table at the living room and fled to her room to change her outfit. Some minutes later she was back, wearing her black chiffon robe covering one of her most valuable lingerie outfit. And there she sat waiting for the laptop to ring with John's call.

 

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It was A Thursday evening when Miranda heard the loud noise and a shriek or two from out side. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked over to the window to see what it was.

Miranda saw some local kids up to mischief on the green open space that separated the block of flats. She watched them, remembered some of her antics before she went to turn back into the room.

As she did so, she saw movement from the inside of Vanessa's living room. She did a double take and saw her unclasp her bra. Her eyes widened trying to see what was happening. Miranda couldn't see the lap top, the web cam. All she could see was Vanessa's back, as she watched her remove the bra in a provocative manner...

Miranda stepped back into the room, but saw nothing more and returned to her book. But she was unable to concentrate as she thought of the upcoming weekend.

One of her old university friends was visiting London, and had agreed to meet, for the first time in several years. She worked abroad and so her trips to the UK were often brief, little time for visits. But this weekend was different.

Lisa was a year older than Miranda. She was also the second female Miranda had slept with. Whilst they had never been lovers, a couple as such, their intimacy had brought them close, and even with the miles that separated them, they were in touch regularly principally via email but occasionally Skype as well.

But the last few times they had met, their intimacy had stopped. Lisa was married. Miranda understood perfectly but still missed the closeness of Lisa when they did meet...

She wondered if anything would happen this time...

Finally Saturday arrived and after her usual Saturday run, and visit to wait-rose, She showered and prepared herself to see Lisa.

Dressed in an asymmetric light red tunic dress, black leggings and light tan knee high boots, hair in a pony she met Lisa at Covent Garden. Despite not having seen her for 3 or 4 years they greeted with a hug and a skotc and spent th afternoon walking around the shops before having a drink...

As the afternoon came to a close, they caught the tube back to Miranda's place and soon they were inside sipping wine. Miranda had booked a table for eight at a local Indian restaurant, Bengal Bertie's as Lisa had not really had a quality Indian for a year or two..

They chatted as they sipped, with music playing in the back ground. Lisa was still attractive, like Miranda whilst she had aged, her appearance was still striking, and her unfastened blouse, with a lace camisole obscuring her cleavage had been teasing Miranda all afternoon.

Lisa stood up and walke dover to the window unaware that Vanessa was looking out. She turned to face Miranda and called her.

"Yes?" Miranda replied....

"Have you slept with any females recently....?"

Miranda smiled and nodded "a couple but no one in particular, like you until we split I was being monogamous...."

"Come here please?" Lisa asked her voice soft apprehensive.

Miranda stood and walked over to her sensing something was wrong. As far as she knew she was still happily married, and had reinforced that view point several times that afternoon."

Lisa reached out and caressed Miranda's cheeks softly...

"Guess I am not as strong as I had hoped..."

With that Lisa kissed Miranda softly as she leant against the window sill. The kiss was soft light sensual and took Miranda completely by surprise...

The kissed lasted several minutes before Lisa broke the kiss....

"Time for food?"

With that they broke the embrace and headed out into the evening sun.

 

[HottieKatie]

That weekend wasn't really special for Vanessa. John couldn't come to see her, and he was so busy he asked her not to go, as he wouldn't have the time to spend with her. So she decided it would be a nice moment to throw a little afternoon party for her new friends, mostly teachers at her school. Just a light dinner and some music to chat and be together out of school.

So she invited a dozen of her workmates on Saturday night. It was a nice meeting. It would have been the perfect party if she hadn't invited Tom Smith. In fact, she couldn't recall inviting him...

Tom had been trying to flirt with her at school since the first day, and he didn't care about her telling him she had a boyfriend. But since they were surrounded by kids he had behaved quite nicely. But in the party, he had overstepped the mark.

“If I was your boyfriend I wouldn't be letting you alone a single weekend... not even a single day!”, he had said. “What happens in between us... he doesn't have to now, I won't tell him.” She was bearing him the best she could until she couldn't any longer: “And you sure he hasn't found someone new?” and she had to throw him out.

How dared he? He didn't know John! She was so angry she needed some fresh air so she headed to the window. She calmed down by watching the clouds moving in the wind and the sun going down, and it took away the idea that Tom had planted, would John be having an affair? No, it can't be possible, she thought. She decided not to give it another though and go back to her party.

But when she was leaving, she noticed a neighbor on the window. She tried to remember... was she the same woman she had noticed some weeks ago? She didn't recognise the woman, but was almost sure it had been that window. She was just turning around when the woman was kissed by another one. Then she recognized her neighbor. Lesbians, how lucky you are, not having to deal with men... She was feeling a bit aroused by the women's kiss, it was so sensual... Then they suddenly separated and left. Vanessa decided it was time to go back to her party.

 

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The following Sunday Miranda was finally alone, confused. She had allowed her old friend Lisa to seduce her, and even apparently was the first person whom Lisa had slept with since her marriage. Her friend had committed adultery and Miranda had been the willing volunteer. The sex though had been good, slow love making to begin with, leading to a frenzy of passion. She had also slept well in her friend's arms, realising how much she had missed the gentleness of sapphic sex, the soft slow sensual nature...

Miranda had woken up to a cup of tea in bed, and soon they were making love again, before dressing and taking Lisa into town to connect her train to the air port. That early afternoon she had wondered around Covent garden before heading home. It was a lovely suny afternoon, and so with a cup of tea Miranda decided to read on the balcony, over looking Vanessa's flat. She had changed from a dress into a kaftan tunic and crop top, and read her kindle for a while...

She got peckish, and felt lonely, weird as the events of the previous evening preyed on her mind. She had been fine till she was told that she had helped her friend to commit adultery for her first time.. IF she was quick she would be able to make Despina;s her local coffee shop before closure, and so with brown footless tights and soft sandals she briskly walked to the coffee shop, and soon was out side waiting for her coffee and cheesecake to be delivered she returned her thoughts to the kindle in her hands...

But she was not concentrating on the kindle, her coffee or anyone who walked past unaware that her jumper had slid of her shoulder exposing the deep blue strap of her crop top.

 

[HottieKatie]

Sunday had been a weird day.

Vanessa had woke up late, partly due to the party she had thrown partly because Tom's words were still running around her head. She wouldn't have thought about it by herself, but now the seed was sowed, she couldn't pull it up. Finally she decided to jump out of bed and keep herself busy so as to drag those thoughts from her mind.

Once she got to the living room she knew it would be easy. She had forgotten about the party and the cleaning. Thus she spent the whole morning tidying up her apartment. She played some music and danced around the house while moving things here and there. She loved cleaning as long as it was done with music.

She had a light lunch, because althought she got hungry from cleaning she decided she would go for a run afterwards.

There she was a couple hours later, wearing her tight sport clothes and her iPod. She run for quite a long time since she was enjoying the endorphines through her bloodstream. But eventually she got tired enough to be forced to go back home.

She decided to enter a local coffee shop to get some water, as she was too tired to get home. There she sat on the bar so as to disturb as little as possible the other customers. From there, she peeked around to see who would be there at that time and finally she noticed her neighbor form the window. She was having a coffee and some cheesecake. Yummy, Vanessa thought. The woman looked immersed in her reading and Vanessa took the chance to have a look at her. The woman was older than her, but it was barely noticeable, she thought maybe a couple years. She was quite fit and the clothes she was wearing looked really well on her, however informal they were. She was suprised the woman being alone, as beautiful as she was she must be married but suddenly she remembered the previous night and wondered what would have happenned with the other woman. Vanessa finished her drink quite quickly as she was very thirsty. She paid and headed home quite quicky planning the thorough stretching she'd have to do after such a long run, so she wasn't aware of her neighbor noticing her as she left the place.

 

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As Miranda approached the bar, she half recognised another female. She was sitting on a bar seating area next to the council, in her sports attire, a racer back sports vest and matching running cropped tights. Miranda couldn't place her initially, partly because her back was facing her, and partly because her mind was other wise occupied on the events of the night before. It was only when she trend round briefly that Miranda recognised her, but she headed to her table and waited for her order to be delivered...

As she finished her cheesecake, she saw her neighbour leave, as she walked past her to the door. Miranda stopped and watched her walked past before she opened the door. Outside, her neighbour grasped the waistline of her running tights and pulled them up before pulling her top down. Suddenly she was gone from her view as her neighbour started a gentle jog up the hill to the 200 metres or so before their blocks of flats....

Miranda closed her eyes and paused, before she reached for her cup and finished her coffee. quickly she stood up and left, walking briskly up the hill covering the distance to her flat quickly. She opened the door to her flat, almost wishing, hoping to see her neighbour change, to expose more of her to Miranda.

"Stop it" Miranda thought as she walked to the window, before heading to the balcony and opened the door, stepping outside. She looked around, trying to appear natural but her glances constantly returned to the windows of her neighbour's flat, but saw nothing of note. She opened her kindle and returned to the page on the screen but again not really reading the story, her mind in turmoil. Her thoughts returned to the night before, as well as wondering why she found her neighbour intriguing.

She just couldn't place a finger on her but she found her alluring, a mixture of her physique; her dress sense, her eyes....

As her mind thought, she became aware of her body becoming aroused, as she sat on the balcony, the balcony fence ensuring no one could see where her hands were. She placed the kindle down as she thought about sex, with Lisa, with her previous partners, and her fantasies, the thoughts inter mixed, random. But they all had the same affect, as Miranda cupped her breasts with one hand under her jumper tunic, the other hand cupping her cunt through the crutch of her leggings. She gasped as she pulled her leggings aside and placed her hand over the gusset of her thong, realising how wet, aroused she had become.

With the gentle breeze in her hair, Miranda's fingers moved on autopilot, and before long she gasped, yelped as her body orgasmed, her breathing ragged, short. She sat there for several minutes enjoying the afterglow before finally standing up and headed to the shower for her second shower of the day....

A few days later, Wednesday evening possibly? Miranda was opening the door to her balcony on returning home from work. She was in a sleevless business grey dress as she glanced the windows of her nieghbor. She saw her briefly as she stood in the kitchen looking in her direction. Involuntary she smiled though assumed Vanessa wouldnt be able to see the gesture, but Miranda turned and headed back into her flat to change...

A few moments later in the kitchen, she glanced out but Vanessa couldn't be seen...

 

[HottieKatie]

Vanessa didn't know why but since that weekend she became more and more intrigued by her neighbor. She started looking at her windows from time to time to see if she could gather more information about her. She couldn't understand what was so appealing about her but she felt the need to know more about that woman.

Finally, two or three days later their gazes met for the first time, although it was only for a second. Vanessa was preparing some dinner when she decided to look aoutise, as it was becoming usual, towards her neighbor apartment. When she saw her in a sleevless business grey dress glancing at her direction, her first instinct was to turn away, but she decided to stay. She thought she could see a smile on the woman's face and decided to replay with a wave of her hand but the neighboor was gone. Had she imagined her smile and she was angry at her for staring? He hoped not but she felt a bit worried so she decided to practice some yoga poses while she waited for John to call her. It was getting late and she was worried he wasn't calliing that day either. They hadn't spoken for three days as John was supposedly getting home quite late, he had just texted her when he went to bed "sorry hun, I've just come home. I'll call U 2morrow". Same message for three days and Vanessa was starting to worry. May Tom have been right? She focused on her yoga cards to get some piece of mind.

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Routine was the normal for Miranda for the next few days, out to work, the odd evening run, other wise nothing exciting, just mundane.

Several times she had looked out across her neighbor, from her windows but saw her once or twice but nothing of note. Miranda often wondered of her neighbor and her bf, the vision fo them being intimate the other weekend was still on her mind, and yes she was slightly jealous of the guy....

Saturday morning arrived and she went for a run. She tried to time it as much as she could tot eh rough time her neighbor left but alas no sign of her. Miranda ran for the 35 minutes or so before returning to her flat.

She removed her running vest exposing her sweaty abdomen and her crop bra also damp, and with a glass of water in hand she went onto the balcony to cool of.

As she did so, she saw her neighbor in the window....

Again she smiled.....

 

[HottieKatie]

That Saturday morning Vanessa decided not going for a run. She had had a busy week and was quite tired, so she slept until a bit later that usual and decided to stay home and try some yoga again. She had been quite nervous the whole week as she wasn't able to talk to John. He was super busy at work, or so he said, as she started to wonder for how long could his bosses make him work those long hours. Sure Tom hadn't been right about John's possible affair? No, no, no, impossible, she kept believing. John was completely different to the other men she had been with, and he couldn't be cheating on her. He had promised so when they started going out, as Vanessa had told him all her previous break ups had been because of the men's cheating.

May it be me? What am I doing wrong?, she started thinking.

She finished her exercises and decided to go to the window for some fesh air. And then she saw her neighbor. She was wearing what seemed to be a sweaty crop bra. Had she been running just like she used to do? Vanessa though she had never seen her, but it could have been because she had just noticed her a couple weeks ago. She should check on her running the next time, she thought how wonderful it would be to have a running companion as running alone was always more boring. She was immersed in her feelings when she saw her gesture. What a nice smile that woman had. Vanessa smiled back and rised her hand in a greeting gesture. She realized they wouldn't be able to talk much in that distance and though about going back inside. She had to get ready as her sister was visiting her. She'd be there for the weeked coming from France, were she had got a job a couple years ago.

As Vanessa had her shower realized she was a bit aroused. How could that be. She closed her eyes as she was washing her hair and she saw the image of her neighbor, in her crop bra stucked to her skin and saw her nipples hard against it. It was impossible she could have seen that given the distance in between them. She thought she might be lacking sexual encounters as she and John had been away for quite a long time. Without noticing it, her right hand was in between her legs, her fingers approaching her clit. She was surprised how hard it was and rubbed it until the long wanted orgasm came to her. It had been long since she had touched herself, as she didn't need it when she and John lived together. I guess I'll be doing this more often again now... she thought. She jumped out of the shower and put on a summer dress, as it looked like it was going to be a hot day. Five minutes later she was running out the door.

 

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Miranda saw Vanessa smile back, and to confirm she ahd seen a subtle wave of her hand. Miranda smiled, and waved back, as she continued to watch in the direction cooling down, and re-hydrating.

Soon Vanessa disappeared from view and so Miranda decided to stay outside. Partly because it was a warm morning, and she didn't want to give the impression to Vanessa that she was spying on her.

Miranda smiled as she realised whilst partly true it was also a tad of a lie. Shortly afterwards she barely recognised Vanessa as she left the front door on the ground floor, obviously in a dash to meet some one!

Miranda smiled and turned inside and headed to the bathroom and a warm shower. She had chores to do...

Thirty minutes later Miranda parked up in her local Waitrose supermarket. Slightly more upmarket, Miranda found the fresh food better quality, especially the meets, and the staff were so much more friendly.

She returned home and unloaded her washing machine, and reloaded it before she started to unpack her shopping.

Finally she needed a rest and acool coffee. She headed down to Despina's n a simple racer back maxi dress and having ordered her ice coffee, she sat outside with her kindle...

 

[HottieKatie]

Vanessa and Georgia came back to her place a few minutes later, but they left again quite soon as Vanessa wanted to show her the city. They walked around the place as she showed her the near restaurants, parks, and so on. When they were coming back home, she saw her neighboor again at Despina's reading with her kindle and an iced coffe. Vanessa was going to say hello throu the glass, but she seemed too concentrated on the reading.

When they got home, they unpacked some gifts and food they had bought for the following day and they left again to downtown to have luch and visit some of the important places.

When it was getting darker, they came home again so they could dress for a girl's night out. Georgia was single and she thought Vanessa could enjoy some fun to release her nerves about the John thing. Vanessa hadn't shared her fears about his having an affair, and she only told her sister he was too busy with work.

"So, are you waiting today again for him to call? Or are you gonna have some fun with your little sis'?"

Ok, she thought, let's go dinner and dance, just a bit. They spent half an hour dressing. Georgia was ready quite fast, as she had only packed one night dress, but they spent quite a lot of time in dressing Vanessa. She wasn't sure about wearing the dresses he sister offered so she changed quite a lot of times. Her sister waited for her in the living room watching some TV program, so Vanessa went back and forth from her bedroom wearing a different dress each time. Finally she got fed up, took all her dresses to the living room and changed in front of her sister.

Finally Georgia was ok with a short tight black dress.

"You don't think it sends the worng message?", Vanessa asked her.
Georgia grabbed her hand and turned her around: "I think it just says 'I'm gorgeous and wanna have fun', so get your purse and let's go girl!", she said, slapping her buttock and pushing her to the door, not letting Vanessa see that Miranda had been watching all along.

 

[smallncute]

Miranda had a quiet afternoon, doing some work chores, as well as her own personal admin, washing her clothes, ironing and just generally preparing herself for the week ahead, even though it was a Saturday.

As the sun started to settle behind the clouds and horizon, Miranda opened a bottle of wine, and with a glass, she headed out to the balcony, with the gentle sound of George Micheal in the back ground.

Miranda STOOD, leaning against the balcony railings, watching those walking up the hill from the tube station, or down towards the station. She noticed the different attires, some girls quite conservatively dressed, others more flamboyant, exposing their legs, their shoulders....

She also watched the guys, again some in hoodies, not at all appealing, whilst others were dressed with a tad more style, class, and Miranda would watch them till out of view.

She turned her head randomly into Vanessa's window. She saw Vanessa and another girl, who seemed sat down in a black out fit of some description.

She soon saw Vanessa return into the room, with what appeared to be a selection of clothing on hangers. There she seemed to start undressing, changing as she gave the other girl a twirl. This went on for a while, with the girl several times removing er bra depending on the dress, the first time sh removed it with the dress in situ...

Miranda stated to almost stare, as she watched, finding Vanessa more and more alluring, intriguing. Sh didn't really quite understand why, but she did.

She felt her own body respond to the girl changing, and finally as she saw them leave, arm in arm giggling with her friend, sh saw Vanessa look up. Miranda just smiled and took a sip of wine as she watched them walk down to the tube, Vanessa in a pair of black boots...

Miranda turned and re-entered her flat, aroused. She had enjoyed her show - and wondered if she had a voyeuristic streak in her?

She re-filled her glass and entered her bedroom, and rech behind, unclasping her bra under her top. She laid on the bed, aware that he cunt was wet, her nipples aching. This was one of thoe evenings she could consider hiring a female escort, or going out purely to pick a guy up.

Her hands moved to cup her breasts as she closed her eyes, her mind thinking random thoughts, Vanessa, Vanessa and her boy friend, her own past experiences, the barista girl in the coffee shop.

All thoguthts were random, but they all heightened Miranda's desire to cum, to be fucked.

"Oh god I need to fill filled" she muttered to her otherwise empty room. She turned over onto her side and reached for the middle draw of her bedside cabinet, her toy draw. She felt around till she found her rabbit, and grasped it....


Pulling the gusset to he side she started to tease her clit with the head of the shaft, pushing her head deep into her pillows..

She gasped sighed with pleasure, before she moved the head down to her slit, and softly teased her self, ensuring she was wet an relaxed..

Soon the toy was eased in, and out each push pushing it further inside her causing Miranda to gasp loudly, soon the vibrating ears were working their magic on her clit....

The following Monning Miranda woke early, but feeling on top of the world. Her room was strewn with her clothes form the evening before, randomly dropped on her floor, together with the rabbit where it ha been dropped.

Bleary eyed Miranda walked tot eh kitchen, to pour herself a glass of water seeing the almost empty bottle o wine, and her stereo still switched on.

She smiled happily, and sipped some water...

She smiled,feeling top of the world.....

 

[HottieKatie]

Georgia left late on Sunday and Vanessa didn't get any news from John until Tuesday evening when he told her he would be busy again. No visits this weekend either, Vanessa was sad.

When she woke up the next morning she realized they would have to talk seriously. She was getting tired about not being able to see her boyfriend and was wondering what was the point of having a boyfriend if she didn't really had him. She thought they would have to discuss it and asked him when they could talk on skype, but she didn't want to look too serious so she just texted him:

*Hi, honey, will I be able 2 see U 2morrow night?". On Thursdays he usually was less busy so she thought they could have a long a relaxed talk the following night.

*Why 2morrow? I'm all yours tonight, sweetpie*. His message puzzled her. First of all, he had told her that he probably would have a lot to do on Wednesday and then, there was that "sweetpie" word... He had never called her that, it was always "honey", or "hun"... She'd have to ask him at night.

Night came and she kept waiting for him to get connected. She was getting bored so she took the computer to the living room and checked some pages while waiting. She glance once or twice to the next building but she couldn't see her neighboor, although the lights were on. She thought maybe she would be preparing some dinner, having a shower...

Suddenly she found herself a bit aroused, it always happened when she thought about that sexy neighboor. It was kinda strange, cause she had never felt attracted to women, but something in that woman made her feel hotter. That made her remember that time in her late years of highschool when she and some girlfriends had decided to teach Martha how to French kiss for her first date with Jamie. It had been the closest to a lesbian experience she had been, but she thought it couldn't really be considered that, as they were only adolescents playing.

Immersed in her thoughts she found her hand had reached her inner thigh. Well, why not, I can have a little fun until I wait for John to appear... if he finally does! She lay back on the couch, lifted the silk nightdress she was wearing, and started touching her clit. Soon she wished she had brought her dildo from her bedroom, as she was so comfortable lying there she wouldn't bother moving to get it. Well, that will have to do for now, she thought, as she started rubbing herself faster and stronger. It didn't take her too long to reach the orgasm and she enjoyed the moment, as she was lacking that kind of sensation lately. When it finished, she kept lying there for some minutes as she got her normal breathing back.

Then she got up and headed to the window to cool herself down. And now she could see her nighboor. Has she seen me?, she suddenly realized and blushed. As usual, she hadn't drawn the curtains and thought the sofa was on the line of vision. At first she felt embarrased but then she thought it was quite funny. She looked up to wave to her but she was already gone.

I think it's high time I went to bed, I have an early class tomorrow, she turned off her laptop and started writing a message as she went to her bedroom.
*Guess U finally had a lot of work*, she texted him before getting into bed.
She got his message in the middle of the night:
*Yeah, sorry, hun, I couldn't tell U be4. I'll call U 2morrow".

 

[smallncute]

Miranda had had a long day by the time she arrived home around seven. She had been involved in some last minute negotiations, which, whilst exhausting had been successful. But she was tired. She closed the front door behind her and abandoned her bag in the hall way and entered her living room; plonking herself on the sofa, her booted calves placed on the sofa. She grasped the remote control, and turned on her system, catching the news on the 24 hours news channel.

She stayed for for 10 minutes or soo, eyes closed listening tot he news. The events being reported didn't need the pictures. Finally though the coffee she had consumed during the meetings needed to be released, and so Miranda stood up, and headed to the bathroom; reaching behind as she walked unzipping the dress, exposing her grey silk bra and matching briefs entering the bathroom just in her lingerie.

Moments later, refreshed she collected her dress and entered her bedroom, hanging the dress up on a hanger and reached for a dark blue silk kimono. She headed to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of iced water and a bowl of summer fruits, with a dollop of her favourite Green and Blacks vanilla and caramel Ice cream.

Miranda returned to the living room, and watched the news before turning of the TV, and with the remote selected the radio and magic FM. a mellow radio station that Miranda enjoyed relaxing to at times.

Finally her evening meal was finished Miranda stood up and turned to face the window. Instinctively she looked at Vanessa's windows. Initially she couldn't see much, but then she saw her on the sofa, in front of her on the coffee table as she had seen previously was what appeared to be her lap top. Miranda stayed in the shadows as she watched, trying to work out what her neighbour was doing...

Soon it was obvious, not so much from what she could see but rather the gestures. Her head was thrown back onto the back of the sofa, one hand appearing to cup her breasts. Her other hand was out of view but Miranda knew where that hand was..

Her own hands followed suit, caressing her breasts through her silk bra, her silk kimono. She wathced as her right hand traced the edge of her kimoono against the flesh of her abdoman till she reached her navel. Her fingers continued to caress as she turned to watch, one hand cupping her breast, now released from the confines of the silk, and lace cup. Her right hand rached her knicks, as she gently cupped her silk covered vulva with her right hand.

"God I'm wet" Miranda exclaimed to the empty room. Her pelvis started to grind against the air as she moved her pelvis to the slow rhythmic beat of the track on the radio. She continued to cup her breast, teasing her nipple pinching it. She again tried to lean forward to bite her own nipple but despite how often she tried she couldn't quite do it. She sighed reluctantly before pinching her own nipple again, extending her breast into a near perfect cone. Her right hand was pressing against her clit, her pelvis still gyrating agasint the air, trapping her clit between her pelvic bone and her hand...

Miranda soon closed her eyes, Vanessa forgotten in the moment, as she continued to dance with her self, masturbating, her kimono now discarded....


"Ohhh Fuck... OH god.. I want you" she cried as her body orgasmed......

She fell back in a heap on the sofa, breathless panting....

Several minutes passed before Miranda stood up and looked at the window, but the light was no longer on.....

Miranda headed to her bedroom, knowing she had to pack an over night bag before heading to bed, and a deep sleep.

She woke early in the morning and dressed, before meeting the cab that waited outside to take her to the City Airport where she met her colleague and flew out to Germany, to finish any negoiations before the signing of the contract. Thursday and friday went quick, and soon tired beyond belief, she closed her eyes in the comfort of her extra king-size Gothic-arched iron bed, the four silk ties hanging loosely from her four bed posts.....

The Saturday routine returned with Miranda heading for a Run, before a quick shower and change. She decided to venture to Islington MArket in the afternooon. She felt relaxed and advenerous and so with a matching red silk bra/thong/suspender belt, and a knee length biege linen skirt a contrasting red racer back top exposing the highly decorated straps of her bra, she headed out, stopping at Despina's for coffee and cheese cake first....

 

[HottieKatie]

Of course John didn't call the following night, nor the following. It was not until Saturday afternoon that she got him on skype. But again, he could only talk for some minutes. He again apologized and said it wasn't his fault. He looked really tired in fact, as he hadn't been sleeping well. She didn't want to be rude but told him he should do something about it, because she was getting tired and he didn't look quite well either. Maybe he could get some holidays, or ask for a free weekend. He promised to try and he rushed off when his door bell sang. He was having a meeting with some co-workers at home, as they had to leave some work for the weekend.

Vanessa was so sad and decided to go for a run. She had skipped his morning run as she had been waiting for John to call her. Quickly she got dressed and run out. After half an hour she was back home. She wasn't really tired, and she could have run a little more, but she was worried it would get late. She was meeting her school mates for dinner, as one of the teachers was retiring. They had prepared a party for the old man and she had to get there early to help with some preparations.

When she got to her room to undress and have a shower she heard some strange noises coming from her laptop. She heard sobbings and stifled little shouts and wondered whether an X-rated page had popped up while she was running. The last thing I need today is having to deal with one of those viruses again, she thought as she sat in front of her laptoop and lifted the lid. At first she didn't know what she was watching. She kept looking for the closing button but only after some seconds she realized it was inside her skype window.

"What the fuck? An skype virus?" she cursed out loud.

And then it was all clear. At the sound of her voice the man stopped his bumpings and turned his face around facing the laptop.

"What was that?", he said.
"I think it came out of the laptop," his companion said, covering herself with he sheet. "Did you leave it on?"

Vanessa was watching everything completely shocked: her boyfriend was fucking his secretary!

"That was your important meeting?", she shouted at the computer, "That was the important work that has been keeping you busy?". He was now approaching his computer, realizing he hadn't turn it off.

"Vanessa, it is not what it looks like. Let me explain..."

"You think I am such a fool, do you? You haven't had the guts to tell me all this time. No problem, I'll make it easy for you. We're done!", She said as she shut down the computer lid angrily and unplugged it.

How could he? Another one? I must have done something terrible in my previous life, she kept thinking as she wandered arout the flat, throwing to the floor any thing that Joh had given to her.

When a clock smashed to pieces she realized she had been going like that for too long.

"Crap! Now I will also be late for the party." She shouted and run to the shower.

Ten minutes later she was leaving the apartment, wearing her sexiest party dress. I won't be sleeping alone today, she thought as she closed the door behind her.

 

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The tube journey home

.Miranda finished her coffee and cheesecake before walking down to the, tube and catching the Picadilly line to High-bury and Islington. There, she walked around the streets of Islington, visiting the market stalls and the shops. She wasn't really there to buy anything but just browsing, and people watching, using her compact camera when she can to take candid photos. She wasn't aware, or care that the time passed, as she enjoyed herself. Along one back street are a range of boutiques, including a lingerie store "Sulis Silks" from where she gets many of her lingerie sets from.

she didn't buy anything this time but saw some new styles that she new instinctively that she would be buying in the near future. As the shops closed, the streets changed, with the little bars, bistros opening up for the evening, including a couple that catered for the more unusual tastes including gay, lesbain and other fetishes.

Being bi-sexual, she would happily wonder in and order herself a drink and just watch. During the evening she wondered from place to place. Miranda was confident to do so, and she got talking, to several people even had a couple of drinks bought for her, but no one that evening appealed to Miranda's desires other than one younger girl, who was with her boy friend. But Miranda found it hard not to ignore her, or stare at her, though once or twice the girl looked at Miranda, making Miranda smile, the girl replying with a nervous smile herself before looking away...

Around ten, Miranda headed home as she walked to the tube station and patently waited for her tube. She got on and the carriage was still relatively empty with seats available. As the train arrived at Finsbury Park, the carriage almost had a total change with many people changing at Finsbury Park.

As the train pulled out of the station, she heard a loud giggle and turned her gaze to the direction of the giggle. There Miranda saw a young couple flirting, kissing, his hands were every where as she giggled trying to push his hands away.. "Not here" she stuttered, and soon he calmed down some what.. Suddenly Miranda thought she recognised her as her neighbour...

For the remaining ten minutes or so of her trip she tried not to look at them but found it difficult and felt a slight pang of jealously. She again tried to work out what it was about the girl that she found attractive alluring. Yes she was pretty kept in shape and about ten years her junior but Miranda had never spoken to her. It was as if she was attracted to her because of the voyeuristic nature of their 'relationship' it seemed.

Miranda also felt uneasy for another reason. She couldn't quite place her finger n it, but he looked slightly arrogant, slimely. She wondered how many notches he carved into the headboard of his bed with each conquest. Pure gut feeling, her sixth Sense, but over the last 15 years she had learnt to respect her sixth sense radar..

Finally the train pulled in, and Miranda dismounted from the train as did the young couple. She took out her phone and fiddled with it to allow the couple to walk on a head before Miranda followed...

As they walked up the hill past the mostly closed shops, Miranda followed them until they turned off the pavement for her block of flats. Miranda headed to the front door of her block, and soon she was in her flat, securing the door with the security chain before she walked into the living room, deliberately ensuring the lights were off as she stood in the shadows. As she looked out, she saw the light was on in her neighbour's room, and the two standing in an embrace talking and softly kissing each other.

 

[HottieKatie]

Vanessa knew it wasn't right and that she would regret it in the morning, but she didn't care at all.

Once she made it to the party, most of the people were already there, but hopefully she wasn't so late so she could help a little. It was a good excuse to be able to forget about the recent events that only came again to her when Tom approached.

"Wow, girl, you look really stunning tonight! Are you sure your boyfriend is ok with it?", he said, grabbing her waist. She came loose and tried to avoid him the rest of the evening. However, after some drinks and the memory of John and that girl in what had been their bedroom, he finally got what he wanted: she invited him to her place.

While they were in the tube she couldn't think of a real reason for it. She despised him, he was so slimy, and she knew he wouldn't care at all for her pleasure. But she just needed to feel desired by someone, and she was definitely getting it. She could barely keep his hands off her during the 10 minutes way to her place. He even managed to find her sensible spot behind her ears and kept tickling her. She knew probably the other passengers would be looking at them but just faced the ground.

Getting to her flat after leaving the train was even more complicated as keeping him walking while he groped her was quite difficult. She finally decided to run with that "You'll have to catch me!" phrase. Oh, gosh, I embarrass myself, she was thinking.

Once they got to her place, they didn't even make it to her bedroom, as the living room floor seemed a quite appropiate place. In the morning she gave thanks for it, as she couldn't have slept in that bed again.

When she closed the door behind her he seemed to have calmed a little. He just embraced her and they kissed each other for some minutes. But soon his lust appeared again and before she knew, he had taken her dress off. They were kissing passionately as they walked to the sofa and they tripped over the carpet and fell on the floor. Vanessa could feel the shag-pile on her back as he undressed himself. He was naked in seconds and then he continued by removing her bra and G-string. He took some minutes sucking her little tits and pinching her hard nipples but he got bored quite easily and focused on her vagina, which he started thrusting with his penis.

Vanessa hadn't been with any man as quick as that one was, and was already regretting having taking him to her place. But as much as she was trying to deny it, she was somehow enjoying being fucked. It was not being the most pleasant one she had had, but it was sex, and it was what she needed right then. Suddenly she lifted her and put her on her knees, now inserting his shaft from behind. He was reaching further into her, and stronger, and she knew he would be finishing quite soon. In that position she looked at the sky thru the window and suddenly wondered what would her neighboor think of her if she could see her grotesque way out of her quite long relationship. She looked at her window, and for a moment thought she could she some shadow, but the lights were off and it was quite late...

"I'm coming!", he suddenly shouted and started hammering even stronger, so much it almost hurt her. But it soon was over. He pushed her to the ground again as he sat on the floor recovering his breathe.

"It's been wordeful, hun. You are such a good fuck. Mind if I have a cigarette?", he said, as he took the package from his crumpled trousers.

"Ehm, in fact I'd appreciate it if you didn't... the landlady was quite specific about that...", she said, as she covered herself with a blanket she had under the tea table.

"Well, then, I guess I'll be going, I can't help smoking after having sex, you know," he said as he quickly got dressed again. "It's been nice; you call me if you need my services again, right?", he said as he left with a smirk on his face.

Vanessa kept lying on the carpet, she wouldn't bother locking the door, feeling so badly as she was. She even slept there completely covered by the blanket and wouldn't get up until she couldn't bear being hungry any longer.

It was going to be a very long Sunday.