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The Basis of my fetish
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)
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The basis of my fetish is a strikingly attractive,
rather shy Japanese physician who was my upstairs
neighbors a couple of years ago when I had my last
apartment as a bachelor. (MF/F, asian, exh)
***
Her name was Lynn. She moved in on a Saturday afternoon
while my fiancée (now my wife) and I were making love.
I was close to my orgasm, when we both heard the
unmistakable, sexy click-click-click of a woman's high
heels walking into the bedroom above us, and then stop.
Obviously, the new upstairs neighbor was a female, and
she had stopped to listen to us. (My wife had been
making a lot of noise just then.)
This excited us both, and we put on an extra-vocal
audio sex show for her, culminating in a hot doggy-
style fuck with a sound track of my fiancée squealing
wildly, the slapping sound of my hips pounding into her
butt, and my filthy sex talk. A couple of minutes
after we finished, we heard the sound of those high
heels walking out of the bedroom.
I first introduced myself to Lynn on the parking lot of
our apartment complex while I was waxing my car (I was
wearing a t-shirt and shorts). I saw her get out of her
car and walk towards her apt. The look on her face
indicated that she didn't expect me to acknowledge her
(the residents of that apt. complex are notoriously
unfriendly).
I smiled, said hi and introduced myself and Lynn did
the same. When she turned her back to me to walk
towards her aptartment, I noticed she was wearing pants
made of a very soft fabric that beautifully draped her
soft, round, inviting butt. Involuntarily, I let out a
soft, low moan of sexual excitement.
Lynn heard it, turned her face to the left, looked back
towards me and smiled. All of a sudden her purposeful
strides turned into a slow, sexy sashay. Lynn virtually
wiggled up the stairs slowly, as I stood by my car,
transfixed and in total heat, with a throbbing hard-on,
licking my lips and darting my tongue around wishing
she was sitting on my face.
When she reached the top landing, Lynn turned to face
me for about 15 seconds (as if to make sure that I was
watching her).
**
Over the next couple of months, my fiancée and I
continued to get extra-excited and loud when we knew
Lynn was upstairs in her bedroom listening to us. We
would picture her up there, getting all wet and juicy,
playing with herself, and always gave her a blow-by-
blow (no pun intended) description of the action.
One evening after work Lynn and I both happened to be
shopping at the local supermarket. We exchanged
pleasantries for about five minutes. I don't remember
what we talked about, but I do remember her standing
really close to me - close enough for me to feel the
warmth of her body and her warm breath on my face as
she spoke.
The pupils of her pretty, almond-shaped eyes were
really dilated, and I remember feeling as if they were
a deep ocean that I wanted to dive into. I was very
aroused by her, and I knew that I was blushing, and my
hard cock was making a distinctly visible bulge in my
pants.
Lynn also seemed excited - she was blushing, and when
she spoke, she showed me much more of her tongue than
normal. With every word, I could see Lynn's soft, pink,
wet, inviting tongue, and she licked her lips after
every sentence. A few times, when there were short
breaks in our conversation, Lynn would lift a foot out
of her mid-heeled pumps and rotate her ankle a bit (I
don't know why women do that, but it always looks
sexy!)
After that, Lynn became the major object of my
fantasies when I was home alone. We used to leave for
work and return home at approximately the same times -
when I would hear Lynn's door slam shut if she left
before me, I would peek out my bedroom window through
the blinds to watch her walk to her car. She would turn
her head towards my window, so I knew she knew I was
watching.
**
One morning Lynn wore a slit miniskirt to work and she
sat with her door open for about a minute, with her
sexy left leg outside of the car - the sight of her
heels and beautiful leg (visible up to virtually the
top of her thigh) got me crazy!
I started to masturbate wildly every morning in my
bedroom, when I could hear Lynn in her bedroom above
me. I'd moan with pleasure and sort of talk to her (but
not say her name - I was afraid she might think I was
harassing her if I did that). At that time I always
kept my cock shaved, so when I really got hot stroking
it for her, (I think) the sound of my hand slapping
into my body on the down strokes would be unmistakable.
When I'd hear Lynn get into her shower, I'd follow into
my bath-room, with one ear pressed against the wall
trying to hear her. The sound coming down from Lynn's
bathtub often sounded to me as if she had the shower
running, but was on the bathtub floor writhing and
bucking her sexy body (possibly aiming the shower
stream at her pink delicious pussy).
Almost every evening when Lynn got home from work, she
would head straight for the bathroom, and I'd hear the
same sounds coming down at me from above.
***
One last incident has remained clearly in my mind for
about two years. It remains my favorite masturbation
"topic".
Lynn got engaged to a nice young man who was attending
grad school out of state. One evening UPS had a
delivery of china (or silverware) for Lynn, who wasn't
home. I signed for it and left a note on her door
indicating that I had her package.
When Lynn rang my bell to pick up the package, I was
floored. She was wearing white tennis shoes with lacy,
thin cotton ankle socks (the kind that women usually
wear with high-heeled pumps as an alternate to hose in
the summer), and a pair of tighter-than-skin-tight
black spandex biking shorts. I say tighter-than-skin-
tight because they only extended down about two inches
into her thighs, and I could clearly see Lynn's soft,
pale, creamy thighs spilling out from around the sexy,
shiny spandex shorts.
Above this she had on an oversize, thin cotton t-shirt.
It came down about to her mons veneris, and below it I
could clearly see a triangular area extending between
her shapely legs where the black spandex shorts
appeared darker. I wondered if she was wearing a black
thong or g-string underneath!
Lynn was also wearing dangling earrings, and more
makeup than I had ever seen her wear, although it
couldn't hide the fact that she was blushing. Lynn
thanked me for signing for the package, and then
proceeded to walk over to it (it was on the floor),
stand directly opposite me, and slowly bend over from
the waist, apparently to check out the address label.
Her shirt hung open, and I could clearly see that Lynn
was wearing a sexy, lacy, Victoria's Secret demi-bra
that just barely covered her nipples. She had
perfectly-shaped, lovely breasts, heaving with every
breath she took. Lynn stepped back and I picked up the
package, following her up the stairs (and getting more
aroused with each passing second).
She walked in front of me, with that same slow wiggle
that I had watched so many months ago. Now, though, my
face was just inches from Lynn's beautiful ass, every
curve clearly visible through the black spandex. Lynn
was bent over so far that I could also see up the back
of her shirt - the lacy back of her sexy bra. I
realized that she had nothing on underneath those skin-
tight shorts - and the dark triangle had to be wetness!
When we got in front of her door, she gave me a sexy,
inviting smile, invited me into her apt. and asked if
there was anything she could do for me (those were
virtually her exact words). To this day, I believe that
Lynn wanted to seduce me that evening - I would have
been her "last affair" before her marriage.
I would have accepted Lynn's invitation that evening,
except for the fact that my fiancée was visiting me at
the time. Instead, I was virtually dumbfounded (a man's
IQ drops in direct proportion to his sexual excitement,
I believe). My cock was so hot, hard and throbbing,
straining against by shorts that it almost hurt.
I remember that I couldn't control my tongue and was
basically licking my lips and darting my tongue around
as if Lynn's sweet pussy were locked onto my face. I
think I may have told her something idiotic like
"That's O.K., just seeing you dressed up so sexy is
enough of a reward!"
If you have read this far, you probably think that I am
a major asshole. I guess you just had to be there.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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