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From The Window - 2
by Skybov (skybov@hotmailcom)
***
Out of town visitor seduces local married woman; sequel
to From the Window. (MF, reluc, voy)
***
Todd's Story
I saw the blonde the first day I visited the
dealership. She was working in the office as an
assistant bookkeeper and she was one fine piece of ass—
blonde, about 5'6", nice ass and great tits, age 25 or
so. I asked George about her; George is the general
manager and owns a major piece of the dealership.
George laughed, called her the "Ice Princess" and said
most of the sales staff had tried to get into her pants
with no success.
He said, "She's married, been married about five years,
and she takes it seriously. I've been watching some
pretty smooth characters get shot out of the water with
her; bet you a hundred dollars you can't even get to
first base, much less score."
I always liked a challenge. That is probably why my
wife left me. If I see some woman I can't get, I've
just got to have her. The fun is in the chase. I told
George to make it a thousand if I scored. He said go
ahead, his money was safe.
I knew I'd be at the dealership for about a week going
over their books, so I'd be in pretty close proximity
to the Ice Princess. I'm in my mid 30's, 5'10" and
about 175. Not a big guy, but I'd stayed in shape since
I left the Air Force and I knew I looked good to women.
Damn heart murmur got me out of flying fighters and
killed my chances with the airlines, so here I was
auditing dealerships for the district. Pretty good job,
but on the road a lot. Wife left a few years ago, but
no problem. I always said that if it flies, floats or
fucks, it is cheaper to rent it and a hell of a lot
less upkeep.
I started it out easy, just speaking to her and
complimenting her on her work. Probably the first nice
thing that had been said about anything but her tits
since she went to work here. Salesmen could get a lot
more pussy if they were just smooth about it. Anyway,
she ate it up. Smile got about a mile wide. After that
I was welcome to stop by her desk anytime to chat. She
told me about her husband, their home, and their plans
for the future.
I told her about my wife dying of breast cancer a year
or so ago and how I just haven't been able to relate to
people since then. I could feel her sympathy—what I
really wanted to feel were her tits—but you have to
start somewhere. The first three days I kept it cool,
getting to know her and how she thought.
I told her she must be doing great work, she certainly
had been noticed by management. Shit, I know what
George noticed. George is cool when he is at home, but
he is a major player when he is away from home and the
wife. Again, she ate it up. She wanted so much to be
noticed for her work. I guess she had spent most of her
life in the shadow of those tits.
On the fourth day, I took all three ladies in
bookkeeping to lunch, to thank them for all their help
with my audit. I ordered for them in this little French
restaurant, including an after lunch glass of wine.
They were a little hesitant about the wine, but I told
them it was a celebration of our work and that
corporate surely wouldn't object to the auditor buying
them one glass of wine.
They went along, and we all had a glass of Madeira. I
could tell she wasn't used to drinking, especially not
in the afternoon. She really looked great. Red silk
blouse with the top two buttons undone and just a
little bit of the curve of her breasts showing. I
wanted to bury my face in there, but that was to come,
I hoped.
It was the end of the month, so I knew they would have
to be working late on the books. I got George to invite
all of them to stop by the local tavern when they got
off, to celebrate a successful audit and the end of a
great month for the dealership. It was sort of a
command performance—I think they all felt obligated to
stop in at least for a while. We all got there about 9
p.m. She was riding with Angie, one of the other girls
in the bookkeeping section. Fat Angie with a mustache;
I'd step over her ass on the way to beat off.
I knew I needed to separate them, so when I got a
chance, I sat a plate of chips and dip down in a chair
just as Angie was sitting down. I was profusely
apologetic, but Angie did not want to stay around with
dip all over her butt. To be honest, it was an
improvement; took your attention off her fat ass.
Jeannie started to leave with Angie, but we all said
for her to stick around, we'd get her a ride home. When
she agreed, I knew I'd have my chance.
By 11, we had all had a couple of drinks. She started
on wine coolers, then I managed to talk her into one
Pina Colada. It was sweet and went down quick. The
chips made her thirsty, so she had another wine cooler.
She wasn't drunk, but she had enough of a buzz on to
loosen her up.
The party was starting to wind down, so I offered to
drive her home. I had one of the dealership's
Escalades, so the ride had a bit of class. She took me
up on it, and we headed toward her house. I asked her
to stop off by my room for a last drink and she said
she'd like to, but had better not. Shit. As we rolled
toward her house, I told her how much talking with her
had helped me, that it was wonderful to be able to
relate directly with another human being, especially
one so beautiful and so competent. I told her I really
admired her, and that I knew she would be going places
in the company.
We pulled into the driveway and stopped. No lights were
on. The moonlight from the full moon was almost bright
as day, but it was a curvy drive and the parking pad
couldn't be seen from the road. I knew this was my last
chance. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and laid
it on the dash. I had already set it to take a picture
every thirty seconds.
If I won this bet, old George was going to want some
evidence before he paid me. She didn't notice the phone
was active. I told her again how much I admired and
appreciated her, and that she reminded me of my late
wife. I thanked her for helping me come out of my shell
and begin to relate to people again. As she started to
open the door, I asked her for one kiss goodbye, since
I was leaving tomorrow.
I am a good kisser, women have always told me that. I
put my best into that kiss, starting slowly and putting
my hand on the back of her neck and leading her into
me. At first she was hesitant, then she began to kiss
me. After a few moments of this, she put her arm up
onto my shoulder, and began to seriously kiss me,
working the tip of her pink tongue against my lips and
tongue.
I wrapped my right arm around her and put my left hand
on her back, pulling her closer to me. She seemed to
resist a bit at first, then wrapped her arm around me
and was fully into the kiss. We continued to kiss,
coming up for air every so often and nibbling on each
other's neck, then back to the serious business of
kissing. I kept running my left hand up and down her
back from her shoulder to the curve of her hip as I was
kissing her. I could tell she liked that, she kind of
quivered. Then I continued the movement of my hand
upward from her hip and slid it around to the front so
I could cup her breast.
I was moving slow and steady, not like some kid
grabbing a tit. She reached down and gently, pushed my
hand away, saying "please". I continued to kiss her and
caress her back. I came back to her breast again, and
again she pushed my hand away. She never broke the
kiss, so I knew if I kept on I would get through to
her. I kept caressing her back and continued further
down her hip to her buttocks, kneading and massaging
her butt momentarily before again moving back into the
caressing motion. She had a great ass, soft but not
flabby, a real woman's ass—sort of like an early
Marilyn Monroe ass.
I continued rubbing her back and ass several minutes,
kissing her and caressing her as she ardently returned
my kisses. When I rubbed her ass, I knew her underwear
and the skin beneath it were pulling at her crotch,
putting pressure on her pussy lips and clit. The next
time I put my hand on her breast, she left it there and
continued to kiss me, whimpering slightly and moving
closer to me. I began to massage her breast, kneading
and pulling on her nipple with my thumb and forefinger
through the thin silk blouse and bra.
As I continued working on her nipple with my left hand,
I moved my kisses down her neck onto the top swell of
her breast just showing in the V of her blouse. That
was absolutely heaven. Her tits were so soft and warm,
and smelled faintly of perfume. She was just starting
to break out in a little sweat that was apparent
between her boobs. While rubbing her back I had checked
for a bra hook—it was a front hook model which would be
a big help.
When my hand released the nipple and began to unbutton
her blouse and release the hook between the cups, she
arched her back, letting the blouse and bra slide back
on her shoulders and presenting her breasts for my
kisses. Her firm breasts were creamy white and
beautiful in the moonlight. The nipples looked dark and
were swollen to the size of dimes. I had both hands on
her breasts now, pulling the nipples and massaging both
breasts as my kisses moved back and forth between the
nipples and around the breasts.
I was sucking and pulling on the nipples faster and
faster. She put her hands on the back of my neck,
guiding me from breast to breast to meet her needs.
Suddenly she began to shudder with an orgasm. She was
coming from the excitement and from the attention to
her breasts, the damn things must be hot-wired directly
to her pussy.
At that point I pretty well knew I was going to nail
her unless I fucked this up. I slowed for a moment,
pausing in my attention to her breasts, and held her
close, letting her orgasm subside. Then I gently began
kissing her again and caressing her breasts, bringing
her back up the mountain of passion. She was panting
again in no time, and her nipples were even more
swollen. The whole area around the nipple was puffed
out, and the nipples stood up on that like cherries on
top of an ice cream sundae. My dessert.
I slid one hand between her legs just above the knees,
and began to caress her stocking covered leg. She was
sitting flat on the seat with her legs slightly apart
and I rolled slightly over on the seat toward her,
pulling her body against mine. I began to massage her
leg with my left hand while continuing to knead her
breasts and pull her nipples with my right. I kept on
kissing her as I rubbed her top and bottom. She had her
arms around me now, and was holding me tightly. As I
started to move my hand up her thigh, she clamped her
legs together over his hand in an effort to stop the
progress.
She whimpered "no, I can't." It wasn't the time to push
her; I had to play the fish. I gently removed my hand
from between her legs, and, again pulling her slightly
toward me, began to stroke her back and buttocks. She
never broke the kiss. We continued kissing deeply, with
one of my hands working on her breasts and nipples and
the other stroking her back and buttocks. She was
shaking all over with excitement and conflict. I knew I
couldn't push her, but at the same time I couldn't give
her time to think about it.
I again slid my hand between her legs, this time
reaching about the top of her stockings, and started
massaging her thigh. She was enjoying that, so I moved
my hand slowly upward and as I reached her panty area,
she lifted her right leg up over mine, making herself
open to my hand. Jackpot! This bitch was in the bag. I
began to knead her pubic area through the panties, then
began alternating between running my finger tips across
her pussy lips and clit and kneading the whole pubic
area.
My thumb was just above her clit and fingers putting
pressure on her labia. At the same time, I kept kissing
and sucking her nipples. As I squeezed my thumb and
fingers gently together on her pussy, I could tell I
was bringing her intense pleasure. Her panties were
soaking wet. When she started hunching and grinding her
pussy into my hand, I slid my fingers under the leg
band of her panties and into her wet and willing slit.
She was so hot and wet, like a teenager at her first
prom. My thumb joined my fingers beneath her panties
which I now pushed aside, and while I fingered her I
gently massaged her clit with my thumb. She was out of
control at this point, bouncing her butt off the
leather seats and grinding her pussy against my
fingers.
I reached up to the waistband of her panties and began
pulling them down. They were silk, with lace on them.
She lifted her hips to help me and kept humping her
butt around wanting my hand back where it belonged. I
slid them down her legs, over her high heels, and then
had them off. I dropped them over the back of the seat
into the back floorboard. They would make a nice
souvenir for George.
I brought my hand back to her pussy and again began to
work on it, thrusting my fingers deeply into her
wetness, then bringing them out and licking them. She
tasted great. I offered them for her to lick, and she
did. She was completely into this now, and not aware of
anything else in the world. She reached down and slid
her hand into the waistband of my trousers, and grabbed
my swollen dick. She massaged it a couple of strokes,
then pulled her hand out and used it to undo my belt
and zipper.
I rolled over her and got on my knees in the
floorboard. I really wanted to eat that pretty pussy,
but couldn't figure out a way to do it the way we were
in the seat, and did not want to break the mood moving
around. Both my hands were now on her boobs and nipples
as I leaned into her. She slid further down on the seat
toward me and began grinding her hot pussy against me.
I reached down and dropped my pants the rest of the
way, letting my dick free.
I took one hand off a tit, and guided my dick into her
waiting hole. I rubbed it up and down a few times from
her clit to her ass to get it good and wet. She was
tight; if she wasn't so wet we would never have made
it. I don't think George could ever have gotten his
horsecock into that tight little cunt. As I sunk my
dick deep, I grabbed her hips with both hands pulling
her toward me as I continued to thrust deeper into her.
She had her legs doubled up, with her heels on the
dashboard and was slid down in the seat as far toward
me as possible. The seat was leaned back. I started
timing my pulls on her hips with my forward thrusts,
pushing deeply as possible into her.
When I was in the deepest, I would grind my hips from
left to right and work her buttocks with his hands. My
dick rubbed all sides of her hot pussy and kept a lot
of pressure on her clit. She was absolutely crazy with
desire at this point, leaning back on the seat and
pulling on her own nipples till they looked as though
they were going to stretch like rubber bands.
She was a moaner, making little "Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhh!"
sounds as I kept on pounding away at that sweet, hot
pussy. She started screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
harder". Her legs began to spasm and wrap around me as
I pounded harder and harder. Suddenly, we were both
coming. It was a tremendous climax. She was screaming
and jerking, and kicking her heels on my back. And I
had it all on camera. That made it even better.
About the time I rolled off of her, I thought I saw the
curtains move in the window above. I hoped whoever was
watching got an eyeful. I knew I would be long gone
before anyone could get down here. And whoever it was,
that was her problem.
Reality started to set in right after the big climax. I
could see she was asking herself what she had gotten
herself into. I really didn't have time for that
bullshit. I suggested she had better get in before
someone came out. She nodded and looked like she didn't
know what to do. I reached across and opened her door.
She got out and stood there with her blouse open, her
bra undone and tits hanging out, and a big wet spot on
her skirt. I told her not to forget her purse, and said
how great it was and that I hoped to see her tomorrow
at work. She didn't say a thing. I drove off, leaving
her standing there.
The next day I went to George's office to claim my
prize. I told him I earned both the hundred and the
thousand. He said "Sure, like hell you did. Nobody
nails the Ice Princess." I just dropped the panties on
his desk. He picked them up, looked at them, sniffed
the dried juices, and said "Nice, but how do I know
where you got them."
I said, "Got you, Georgie, look on your e-mail." I had
downloaded some selected photos from the phone this
morning before coming in, and emailed them to George.
All he could do was stare at the photos. The timer
missed a few good shots, but there were some great ones
there. George asked if there were more; I said sure,
I'd send him a copy of all of them. He laughed and
wrote me a check. George is a great sport, but I have a
feeling he will be getting something for his money.
"You going to see her again?" George asked.
"I may fuck her again when I come to town, otherwise,
no." I responded.
"Did you think about what this might do to her
marriage?"
"That's her problem, George, not mine. Why do women
think they can do what they want to, then get you to
take responsibility for their actions and help them fix
things?"
George laughed again and said "You are a cold bastard,
Todd."
I told him "She's a grown woman and should have known
what she was getting into. If there are any problems
with her husband, she should have thought of that
before she let me jump her bones. She could have said
no at any time and I would probably have stopped, at
least any time before I got my dick in her. No backing
out after that point. Whether she wants to admit it or
not, she wanted what she got and she damn sure enjoyed
it. Anyway, it is her problem. I don't wish her any bad
luck, but I really don't give a shit either way."
Jeanie phoned in sick this morning. She tried several
times to call me, but I was too busy to take time to
listen to some bitch whine or to explain that while
last night was a fun evening, I am not about to be tied
down to any one woman. At least with the photos, there
was no way she was going to be claiming rape. It was
obvious she was a willing participant.
The shot with her hand down my pants was great. I'll
fuck her again next time I'm in town, if she is still
here. Women are funny, you have to treat them like a
queen before you fuck them, but once you fuck them you
have to treat them like a whore—then they keep coming
back for more. We could have a hell of an evening in a
real bed. Anyway, I've got a plane to catch. It is
going to be fun spending George's money.
END
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