The Watcher

J D Danger

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OK I want to give this a try

I am not always going to be Central in the thread....I will watch whatever goes on....and take part if the mood hits

IC

A man sits in the dark bedroomof his apartment....form there he can see into all the bedrooms on the 3rd floor of the building across thee street

He just waits to see what hot sex acts will make up tonight's show
 
Victory Adams fumbled with her keys and eventually opened the door to #302, her apartment, and tossed them on the counter. She was tired. The day had been long and boring. Her job at the Post Office was a bitch and she was glad she was starting her week long vacation, even though she wasn’t going anywhere. Sure she had the funds, but she didn’t have anyone steady in her life, which was how she liked it.

She thought of her friend across the hall. He was a great fellow, easy on the eyes, and could form more then two words, before staring at her overflowing bosom. She sighed and thought about calling him over for supper tonight. She had no plans and perhaps if he didn’t either they could do something together.

She smirked as she pulled her ponytail from her hair, bent down to grab the birdseed and headed over to feed her Macaw, Andrew. “Hey sweetie,” she cooed to him.

“Sexy’s home,” Andrew squawked, his green eyes as bright as Victory's, shifted to the peanuts in her hand.

“Mmm... love ya,” she said and stroked his neck.

She fed him some nuts and then left him several in his cage, knowing he’d leave his perch when he was ready. Victory headed to the bathroom to shower and shave. If she was going to score with her neighbor she knew he’d want a nice hairless landing pad to slide into.

As she got ready to wine and dine her friend from across the hall. She thought about how nice it would be to just sit back and relax for a change. The hot water covered her skin and she washed away the sweat of the day. Her fingers skimmed her body and she tingled with anticipation. The full-figured twenty-eight year old washed her short red hair and thought of how much fun she was going to have.

Eventually she was clean and climbed out of the shower to grab a towel and wipe away all the water droplets that slithered down her lightly freckled flesh. She hoped he was home, because if not she’d be enjoying herself that evening. As much fun as that was she preferred, fucking a real cock.
 
Jeff Brown

Jeff Brown laid back on the sofa, beer in hand, the game on the tube. The one thing he really enjoyed about being in the landscape business was getting finished with work early enough to catch a lot of baseball games during the summer.

During commercials he got up to grab a fresh beer, and as he walked to the kitchen he glanced over his arms, chest and legs realizing he had a good start on his tan, another advantage of his work. His tan was one thing that seemed to catch the eyes of the ladies, that and the shape of his body. He took a kitchen towel and wiped the sweat from his chest and pits. Looking at the clock, making sure he left plenty of time to shower before the weekly Friday meet up at the club with friends.

He plopped himself back on the sofa in perfect time to see the first batter of the next inning. He began wondering who would be at the club tonight. Wondering if the new chick he met last week would be there. He certainly wouldn’t mind bringing her home tonight. He could almost feel his hands squeezing her breasts.

His faithful black lab hopped off her favorite chair, plopping her face in his crotch. He patted her head, petted for a few minutes before sending her on her way. He typically did not enjoy any type of interruption while the game was in progress. The ringing of the phone was the next interruption and he was becoming a bit irritated that he couldn’t just sit and watch his favorite team.

“Hello,” he said in a rather short curt manner. If Victory had seen his face she would have realized her phone call surprised Jeff. Sure plenty of women call Jeff, but he never really thought Victory had shown any interest. Jeff became intrigued with her calling him, his voice immediately becoming more friendly, having more spark in it. By the end of the conversation he had agreed to her dinner invitation. He agreed to bring the wine and be over after he had showered and dressed.

Jeff finished his beer and stepped under the hot water, washing the sweat and smell away. As he shaved his beard in the fog free mirror his mind brought back visions of Victory. Even for Jeff, who pretty much had his pick of women, Victory would be considered one of the hottest. Jeff began thinking of her sexy body laying spread out before him begging him to touch her. He wondered how long it would take tonight before that happened, he knew it would. He finished showering, opting to forgo deodorant and cologne. Pulled on a pair of jeans and button down shirt.

Jeff called his friends to let them know he had a better offer for the night and would not be meeting them at the club. He grabbed the bottle of chilled Chardonnay, his cell phone, and left his place, knocking on Victory’s door.
 
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Victory Adams

Victory heard the knock on the door and turned down the stereo. She glanced over her apartment, her Macaw now sleeping quietly in his cage. Her fingers tugged down her small leather vest that hugged her large, full breasts, and her hands smoothed over her hips and she grinned over the tight fabric that hugged her ass. She had no doubt she looked good enough to eat. She was an average sized woman with enough tits to overflow a man’s hand and if Jeff didn’t see that then he was blind. She wasn’t a stick, she was real.

Taking a deep breath she opened the door and motioned him in. “Hi Jeff,” Victory said with a smile. She closed the door and leaned against it. Her eyes ran over his figure and she felt her pussy constrict with thoughts of having him beneath her, above her, behind her. She bit her lower lip and cleared her throat. She knew he had watched her checking him out and that was a good thing, because she really didn’t want to play games.

She smirked. “Let’s eat dinner Jeff. . .besides, I should at least feed you before I fuck you.”

She grinned and walked off to the kitchen and as she did she said, “Have a seat in the dining room. It’s the spare bedroom. These apartments are to fuckin’ small for a real dining room and I have no need for a guest bedroom.”

Victory grabbed the two plates of food she’d already dished out seconds before he had knocked. She knew he’d be on time, what man wouldn’t. When she reached the dining room, she found herself wondering what he was thinking. She took a seat and picked up her goblet of wine.

“Dig in. I have desert in my room.”
 
Holy shit, I thought to myself, this is going to be much better of a night than going to the club. Victory’s breasts were barely contained in the leather vest and her hips were about to split the seam on her skirt. My cock immediately began cramping my pants. She not only was a knock out but came on strong enough that there was no doubt what she was after.

It was not really like me to be so quiet, but Victory was coming on so strong I was taken by surprised and soon found myself in her dining room/guest bedroom awaiting arrival of dinner and her. Normally if a lady came on that way I would have her right then and there. I needed to regroup, get back control of the situation.

I stood looking out the window as Victory set two plates of food on the table. I sat down, my eyes never leaving her breasts. We ate and chatted, mindless chatter, both knowing what we really wanted, talk and dinner just a formality.

I helped carry the dishes into the kitchen, my eyes feasting on her ass. As she stood at the kitchen sink I moved up behind her, making sure she could feel what I had to offer. I brushed the hair off her neck and sucked the skin in hard as my hand reached around cupping one of her breasts.

“Its time for dessert Victory”

I turned Victory around, not caring the windows were wide open letting the summer breeze in, not caring the lights were up full and anyone across the way could see just what we were doing. My mouth went to her lips pressing firmly and spreading her lips to slide my tongue into her waiting mouth. My hand began undoing her vest button by button. I used both hands to cup and fondle her breasts, running a finger over her nipples as we kissed.

“I haven’t had a good tit-fuck in awhile Victory, and yours feel like they are made just for that”
 
His words poured through me and I trembled with the idea of having his thick cock sliding between my full breasts. My eyes grew thick with lust and my pulse beat faster. My nipples ached for more attention and I pressed myself into his eager palms. “Good, because I’ve had a sucky work week and I think I need something to relax myself, before I start my vacation.”

With quick fingers I freed the buttons of his shirt and pulled it free of the pants, pants I wanted off. He felt my nails run down his chest and I leaned in to lick the hard nipples that were now exposed for me. I bit the right, then the left, before gliding my tongue to the center of his pectoral muscles and up to his neck were I started to suck and pull on his flesh, while my fingers skated down his stomach to push downward toward his cock.

I leaned up and dragged my teeth against his neck then up to his ear. “Sit down baby,” I told him. I led him to the couch and watched him take a seat. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees in front of him, and working his pants open. “You know, I’m off all this week on vacation. I bet between the two of us I can accommodate, just about any type of fucking you need.”

With a grin the size of a Cheshire Cat, I pulled his cock free and shoved the thick rod into my mouth. There was no wasting time as I began to work the hot flesh of his dick with the rolling motions of my lips and the sweeping muscle of my tongue. I coaxed the thick tool to the back of my throat and drank the hints of arousal that swept through it and out the tip. In time I knew he was as rock hard as he could get and so I sat back on my knees and watched him. “I think you need to pull those clothes off, before that pre cum goes to waste. It’ll make a nice lube running between my tits.”
 
Casey returns.

OOC - Hey Danger! Nice to see you again!

IC:
I'd just stepped into the hallway in time to see the hunk from across the hall go into Victory's apartment.

Great... I'd get to listen to her fuck him all night. The girl seemed to get it, get it right and get it often. I could be jealous...

I left my briefcase by the door and dropped a back of groceries onto the table without turning on the lights. City light from outside illuminated my apartment so well, I usually didn't need to turn them on. Nothing like living in the mountains.

K.C. McCabe, all my mail read as I flipped through it. How hard was it to get it right? My name is Casey, not a set of initials? Captain McCabe, I thought, proud of the recent promotion into criminal investigations. Long time coming.

I peeled off the new uniform - FBI-looking blazer, white blouse, slacks, over the mandatory body armor, over a necessary silk tanktop. Cool air made my nipples harden. I unbuckled the dressy little belt, about the only thing in the wardrobe that was feminine looking, and let the navy blue slacks join the rest of my clothes on the floor. I went to the balcony doors and slid them open, looking out into the night. I lunbraided my hair and lifted my hands through the thick wavy ash blonde hair to cool my neck and scalp.

One dim office or apartment across the way caught my attention. I couldn't see what was in it, but often when I glanced out, someone else was glancing back.

Get a good look, then, I mumbled, and went to grab a beer.
 
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Victory had my cock out and in her mouth faster than any lady I had met before, my kind of girl. Just the way she dove right in, knowing what she wanted turned me on and then feeling first her hand and then her mouth over my thickness had me leaking precum.

From the corner of my eye I thought I saw a flash of light coming from the building across the street. Then I heard Victory suggesting I rid myself of my clothes and my mind was focused back on the activity inside her little sugar shack. I slid my pants and boxers off and sat on the edge of the couch.

My arms reached out, pulling Victory up to her feet. My mouth kissing her stomach, my tongue licking her navel, as my fingers unzipped her skirt and watch it slide down her gorgeous thighs. I let my hand glide over her inner thigh, from her knee upwards. Her scent was spilling out, my fingers were realizing just how wet and ready for a fuck she was. My fingers slipped under her panties, probing to open her lips, knowing I’d have to have a taste very soon.
 
Aaron Browning

Climbing the stairs to the third floor . . . my attempt to get some exercise rather than take the elevator . . . I step onto my floor just as the cop down the hall opens her door . . . all I get is a quick glimpse of her back . . . but the thing that gets my attention is the blond hair . . . that's always been my biggest weakness in women . . . that and the fact that she looked pretty good from the back . . . I really do need to get around and meet my neighbors . . .

Just moved here a couple of weeks ago from two states away . . . promotion to corporate for my company . . . been working more hours than any man should, but that comes with promotions and more money . . .

And since I really need to learn where the better restaurants and clubs are . . . who better to show me than a cop . . . throwing my suit into the stack to go to the dry cleaners tomorrow . . . grabbing a towel and heading for a quick shower . . finally deciding the direct approach is the best . . . so . . .

Nice casual shirt . . . khaki slacks . . . deck shoes . . . walking down the all and stopping in front of her door . . . Casey McCabe, the doorplate says . . . knocking . . . as the door opens, at least as far as the chain will allow it . . .

"Hi, Casey, forgive me for being so bold . . . I'm Aaron . . . I just moved in down the hall and I've seen you a couple of times . . .. and since I don't know any of the local hopspots for dinner around here . . . I decided to come down . . . take you to dinner . . . and you can show me the town . . . ???"
 
The touch of his fingers running across the slick folds of my sex would be my undoing if I didn’t stop his actions. I pulled his fingers away, licked them clean and winked. “Later, babe. It’ll be there when we’re finished. You wanted these remember?” I said lifting the heavy globes of my breasts.

I grinned wickedly and dropped to my knees again, once more my mouth covered his cock and moistened it with both my saliva as well as the salty oils of his arousal. When I was ready, already knowing Jeff was, I sat back on my knees and then wiggled myself between his spread legs.

The window was open, but I didn’t care; I’m an adult and this is my home. I pay the rent, screw whoever may or may not see. For a moment I thought that I’d have to find out when the window washing crew comes by, because that would be fuckin’ hot. Maneuvering myself closer to the hard cock and having exhibitionist thoughts running through my head, made my pussy hot and moist with the heady perfume of my body. My panties were soaked. I knew this and that only helped to add to my excitement.

With Jeff’s help I had my tits wrapped around his thick member and was soon watching the swollen head drive between the soft globes. The cock head would glide out and I’d lap at it with my tongue before it disappeared between the squeezed cleavage of my bosom.

“Yea, fuck me Jeff,” I muttered through my growing arousal. I licked and sucked as much and as often as I could while he took his time using my tits to get off on.
 
Casey

The doorbell had interrupted the calm I'd reached with one beer and the dim lights. I kicked my uniform and stuff into the hall closet, slipped into the x-large flannel shirt that I'd swiped when I'd left California, and buttoned a few.

Through the peephole, I saw a man standing back, as if he knew I'd be looking out. Nice looking. Respectably dressed.

I opened the door about a foot and leaned around it.

"Hi, Casey, forgive me for being so bold . . . I'm Aaron . . . I just moved in down the hall and I've seen you a couple of times . . .. and since I don't know any of the local hopspots for dinner around here . . . I decided to come down . . . take you to dinner . . . and you can show me the town . . . "

What a mouthful for a stranger.

I sorta squinted at him, wondering what the hell....

Neighbor. Yeah. I remembered.

"Um, Aaron. Hi. Nice to meet you. I... um, well. I'm not really up for a night on the town, you see..."

That didn't seem to deflate him at all. He waited out the rest of my explanation with a casual smile and courteous eyes that did not wander down.

"I just got off work and was unwinding, and to be honest, dinner around a bunch of noisy people just doesn't seem enticing."

Still no pressure, but no withdrawal, either.

"How about a compromise. We order take-out, eat on the balcony and I point out the city from here?"

Where the hell did THAT come from??

He smiled. "That would be splendid."

I started to step back to let him in. "Um, can you wait right here while I change?"

A reluctant shrug and nod. I closed the door and went to slip into something less comfortable, then returned and let him in...
 
J D Danger said:
OK I want to give this a try

I am not always going to be Central in the thread....I will watch whatever goes on....and take part if the mood hits

IC

A man sits in the dark bedroomof his apartment....form there he can see into all the bedrooms on the 3rd floor of the building across thee street

He just waits to see what hot sex acts will make up tonight's show


...I'm so happy to be home. As I turn on the water for my shower, I remove my clothing, appreciating the feel of silk brushing against my smooth skin. Caressing my nipples, languidly moving my hand down my smooth soft skin

I am completely unaware of the watcher.....

I let down my chestnut hair, till it rests, seductively upon my 36C breasts. Pausing in front of the mirror pleased with my own reflection, the hours at the gym have paid off. With one last sip of wine I step into the glass enclosed shower.

The hot steam feels so good as feel the last of the days tension draining away. I relish the feel of the slippery soap as I rub my tits with their hard nipples coming alive under my knowing touch...
I'd give anything for a lover right now, but all work and no play, well you know...

Back in the living room with my wine and candles, I lay on the couch and touch myself relishing every moment, the lights of the city casting a dance of shadow and light on my undulating body
 
Aaron

"How about a compromise. We order take-out, eat on the balcony and I point out the city from here?"

Hmmm . . . in my mind, thinking, not a bad alternative . . . obviously a litte more private than a busy restaurant . . . doesn't take but a couple of minutes before the door opens to let me in . . . not sure what you were wearing before, but you look pretty good right now. "Hope I didn't screw up your evening too much, but I just didn't feel like another quiet evening by myself . . . ."

"Tell you what. I have found this outstanding Chinese place just down the block. I'll run down there and pick up a variety and bring it back here. That should give you a few more minutes of quiet to unwind. Any specific likes or dislikes, or you going to put your stomach in my hands tonight?" (Trying to keep this very light and not pushy, but my mind is already thinking of some other 'things' I'd like to have in my hands).

Your response is, "I'll take my chances . . . and see you in a few minutes."

Heading out the door . . . damn, she's cute . . . once she gets that 'uniform' off . . . and that blonde hair is unbraided and falling to her shoulders . . . calm down, Aaron, she just found out your name . . .

Stopping at the wine store first . . . I never know what to pick up, so I settle on a nice Zinfandel and a Merlot . . . surely one will be right . . . then off to the Chinese carry-out . . . selecting enough for a party of six . . . should be something here that we both like . . .

About 30 minutes later I'm back, hands full of bags, kicking on the door to let you know "dinner has arrived." Carrying the bags to the kitchen counter . . . "Paper and plastic are fine with me . . . this is casual night . . . just want to kick back and relax. . . . ."
 
Victory & Jeff

Having my cock slide between the full round softness of Victory’s breasts was making me leak out more pre cum that just added to the sensation. He mouth would open or her tongue would come out whenever the head came close.

“Damn, Victory, you look sexy like this.”

I could feel her hard nipples raking against my skin as my hips kept my cock moving. Her breasts completely hid my cock until the head would poke out. I wondered if Victory really wanted me to shoot my cream all over her neck and breasts. But I also was not so sure it mattered. She had me so turned on right now it wouldn’t take much more stimulation. My balls were already tightening.

“I bet you’ll look even hotter with my come coating on you Victory. Is that what you want, you want my cock to shoot its seed all over you?”
 
Victory/Jeff

Victory stared up at Jeff’s anxious face and saw he was ready and she was too. She’d been used like this before and that was probably why she wasn’t surprised or offended by his comment, beside she was single and free, what was wrong with being lose, she had no one to report to, so with a quick run of her tongue over his cock head and a smirk to her lips she grinned.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to come all over my tits. I want to feel it and then run my fingers over it, so it runs down my nipples.”

She licked the swollen head again and felt the first spray escape him and splash against her chin and slide down her neck. “Oh fuck yes,” she groaned knowing he’d be coating her with another splash of liquid satin that she could play in.
 
Victory & Jeff

My eyes watched my come run down Victory’s chin, over her breasts. I used a finger to scoop some up and brought it to her lips. She sucked the finger in while her own hands continued rubbing my cream over her breasts.

Victory’s nipples were hard and inviting. I slid my body to the floor, between the sofa and Victory. One hand pinching the hardened nub while I licked and sucked on the other. I alternated between breasts, sucking and then biting, teasing her nipples until she moaned.

My mouth moved to hers, my tongue slid inside her warmth. I explored her mouth, feeling the sides, her teeth, sucked on her tongue. She tasted so good, there was something about Victory that just turned me on.

I pulled my tongue out and looked Victory in the eyes. “You’ve felt my cream, tasted me, I think now its my turn.” I laid back on the sofa and watched Victory’s body climb up on top of me. “That’s it Victory, bring your tasty pussy up to my mouth.”
 
Victory and Jeff

His words just about made Victory come. She was slick with juice and wanted to feel his mouth against her more than anything or at least for now. She slid up his body, placed on herself over him and held on to the back of the couch with one hand and allowed the other to grasp her left breasts. Victory lowered herself onto his face and felt the first hit of his breath against her skin and she shivered.

Juice spilled from her and she giggled when he began to lap at her thighs, washing away the honey. “A tickle spot, babe,” she told him, knowing he’d probably use that to his advantage someday. She had a feeling he’d be a regular during this weeks vacation.

He ignored the spot and she felt his tongue settle nicely against her slit. “Oh fuck yes,” she moaned and shuddered above him. Her fingers gripped the coach while her other hand played with the hardened bud of her tit. “Mmmm... Jeff. . .eat me baby. I want to feel you every where.”

She ground her pussy against him wanting to make sure ever speck of her cunt was lavished in his tongue. “Take your time babe, I’m not going anywhere.” She moaned as her fingers began to pull and tease her nipple.
 
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