NAKED Adventures (NAKED Collection #1)
Copyright © 2011 by Kendall Swan
Cover Art Copyright © 2011 by Lundeen Literary
Cover and Ebook Design by Jenna Lundeen at LundeenLiterary.com
Original Photography by Exey Panteleev used under a Creative Commons License
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC at Smashwords.com
Contents:
NAKED Cheerleader
NAKED Parent Teacher Conference
NAKED Neighbor
NAKED Restaurant Critic
NAKED Housecleaning
SexandFriendFinder.com
Webcam love
Sex, Avatar Style
Who Needs TV?
Sex Tech
Apartment Tryst
Sexting the Boss
NAKED Slumber Party
INTRODUCTION
VALIDATION Sex
NAKED Hairdresser
NAKED Massage
Sexual Favors
Married Sex #3
NAKED Backdoor
NAKED Robot
Jack Sawyer
Tyler Campbell
Vampire Life (Brock)
Pru Messing Around
Vampire One Night Stand
NAKED Cheerleader
Jordan was sweaty from practice. It was raining outside causing practice to be moved to the large hallway by the office. It was the only hallway big enough for the whole squad. They usually practiced in the gym on rain days but the girls volleyball team had practice there today as they usually did twice a week.
They couldn’t practice their jumps and there wasn’t enough ventilation but Jordan still liked the hallway. It allowed students, teachers, and the staff from the office to get up close and personal with them. They would walk by as the team was stretching and doing the splitz or showing off their obviously sexy cheer moves. The girls were usually more scantily clad during practice wearing only sports bras and short, tight spandex shorts.
Jordan could feel their eyes wander to her crotch as she stretched or to her breasts or ass if she bent over. What was funny was how the staff from the office such as the principal and vice principals, all men, would linger the longest.
It seemed they all had very important things to say to Ms. Hayden, the girls’ coach. Of course, they never kept eye contact with her for very long while chatting. And the roll of her eyes and harsh attitude she had after they left told us she wasn’t very fond of their mental fondling.
But Jordan was.
She loved it.
She would spread her legs even further and further apart when they showed up. A girl has to stretch to stay limber, right?
She would look intently at whichever middle aged man was checking her out. They always seemed to love that.
This went on for weeks because of an unseasonably rainy fall during Jordan’s senior year. The team was stuck practicing in the office hallway every other session.
The girls had just finished up for the day, or rather, night. It was close to seven in the evening. Jordan had to run to the restroom and when she came back all of the girls were gone as well as Ms. Hayden.
She finished putting her practice poms in her bag and took a big chug of her sports drink. She was walking passed the office towards the parking lot when Mr. Rainey stepped out of the office with his coat on and briefcase at his side.
“Jordan. How are you?” he exclaimed excitedly.
His attention immediately made Jordan blush. Mr. Rainey had been helpful to Jordan’s academic career by recommending her for the honors courses in both English and Math. Jordan wasn’t sure if it was lust or altruism or a combination of the two that made him want to help her so much. But she was grateful. Her parents were so impressed she’d been moved up.
She remembered the first time he called her to his office to talk about it. She thought she was in trouble. She was being called to the vice principal’s office, after all.
He was very quick to reassure her and came around to rub her shoulders. She was confused by this at first but then relaxed and enjoyed it.
He was into her. Why was that a surprise? She was young and hot and about to be legal. Jordan had checked him out as he returned to his desk chair to discuss her classes. He seemed really fit—no belly like most of the adults in the school. And he only had a hint of gray hair around his temples.
He must be about forty she had thought at the time. She later found out that he was only thirty seven.
“How are your new classes working out? Doing okay?” he asked as he placed his briefcase on the floor inside the office.
“Great. It’s hard but more interesting. Thanks for all of your help. The classes will really help with my GPA and college,” Jordan said.
Mr. Rainey put his arm around her shoulder. His touch was gentle and his fingertips were soft. He pulled her to face him.
“Jordan. You have so much… potential.” His eyes were staring deep into hers as he spoke with earnestness.
“I just don’t want to see that go to waste. Why don’t you come to my office and we can… discuss your future,” he said.
Jordan was momentarily freaked out. She had been fantasizing about seducing an older man for a couple of years, but she hadn’t figured it would be a vice principal from her school. Slowly, the fantasy took hold in her mind with Mr. Rainey’s face and body instead of a nameless man. She felt her body heat up at the thought.
He gently slid his hand down her arm and clasped her hand. He led her back to his office. The other offices and cubicles were empty because of the late hour.
Jordan’s heart was beating harder. She felt adrenaline rush through her veins. Her breasts became sensitive and they suddenly felt entirely too squished up inside her sports bra. What would he do to her? What could she do to him?
Her pussy grew wet with anticipation. This was really happening, wasn’t it? She couldn’t believe it. She suddenly felt like the athletic, full-figured woman she was in body if not yet in mind.
They were almost to his office and as he rounded the corner still holding her hand she glanced down and could see cock bulging out against his slacks. He must wear boxers, she thought.
The thought of him taking her on his desk excited her. She felt her pussy muscles clench in anticipation and a giddy smile crept across her face.
They reached his office and he pulled her in, shut the door, and shed his coat. They faced each other and he put both hands on her shoulders.
“Jordan, you are such an amazing girl. Woman, really. Different from everyone else. I have to tell you, so you finally know. I’ve wanted you for so long. Your body…oh god.”
His hands slid down both her arms and rested on her hips.
He continued, “I don’t know how you feel and I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do. But if you want to explore this, we should do it now.”
“Mr. Rainey…”
“Call me Mark.”
“Mark.” Jordan pushed her body up against his so that her breasts in her tight sports bra were pressed up against his chest. He only stood a few inches above her. His hands brought her hips up against his crotch and she could feel his hard cock through his slacks rub against her belly.
She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his head. Then she tilted her head and went in for a kiss. His soft lips embraced her mouth as his wet tongue plunged inside. Their bodies were wrapped around each other.
Jordan could feel her pussy pulsing. She couldn’t wait much longer. She wanted to be fucked, hard. She was a hormonal teenager, after all.
She pulled away and stepped towards his desk. She pulled her shorts and panties down in one movement revealing her small, dark brown thatch of hair above her clit. She then pulled her sports bra above her head letting her pert c-cup breasts with tiny, pale pink nipples flow free.
Mark stood staring at her body lovingly. His hands gently reached up and cupped her breasts. He bent down and sucked one perfect nipple, swirling his tongue around it gently.
Jordan inhaled sharply. She had never felt that sensation before. She wasn’t a virgin—she had done it twice and had played with herself countless times. But she had never experienced pleasure through just her nipple before. This night really is about education, she thought.
Marks hands slid down her body slowing slightly to grip her waist then down to her hips. He pushed her back and propped her naked body up on the edge of his desk. Jordan could feel cool papers and file folders touching the skin of her ass.
He knelt down and spread her legs forcefully. Then he began massaging her clit softly with his thumb. Jordan moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.
Mark’s hot lips and tongue touched her outer pussy lips and Jordan felt her entire body come alive. It was as if his tongue was a secret key needed to unlock all of her senses at once.
He lapped at her and pierced his tongue inside her lips, tasting her sweet, hot juices. She leaned back on his desk, completely taken in by yet another new sensation. She had never been eaten out before and she loved it. This will be a requirement for all guys, she thought.
He plunged two fingers in her entrance while whipping her clit with his tongue. She moaned helplessly. He pulled and pushed his fingers in and out of her while going to town on her clit. His thumb would graze her rosebud every time he went in. Jordan would nervously clench shut each time, squeezing his fingers tight.
Jordan had her eyes shut but she could hear him undoing his buckle and pants. She was losing control. Her arms were flailing all around his desk sending papers flying.
“God, you taste good,” he whispered. Jordan could barely hear him over her own moans. Then all of a sudden she was gripped, her whole body seizing as he licked and pumped with his hand, pushing harder and harder. Jordan came like she never had before. Her scream was loud and animal like. Her pussy lips writhed and clenched his fingers as the waves of pleasure passed through her pristine body.
Mark slowed his pumping and pulled his face back from her crotch. He wiped is mouth with his sleeve. His other hand was still moving up and down and Jordan notice he was jacking himself off. He stood up. He had a condom in his hand and slipped it on.
“Mr. Rainey! Oh god! I…” Jordan exclaimed breathlessly.
She sat up and put both hands around his hard cock. It was longer than she expected. Mark leaned in and kissed her deep. They kissed passionately and Jordan had to put one hand around his neck to keep from falling back. She was pumping his cock while they were kissing. He put a hand over hers and they pumped it together. She felt the fingers from his other hand snake their way from the base of her scalp through her hair. He gripped firmly and kissed her even harder, their tongues dueling with urgency.
Mark pushed forward with his hips and the tip of his cock reached Jordan’s gate. He removed her hand and pushed inside her hot wetness. Their eyes locked as she enveloped his cock with her sex.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Please,” she replied.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.” Jordan grinned playfully as she held on to him. Their eyes remained locked as he slowly pulled out and then pushed in again. Mark increased his tempo and then nuzzled her neck. Jordan held on tight as he thrust harder and harder.
“Your body is so sweet, Jordan. I could fuck you forever.”
Jordan wanted to answer with something witty to impress him but she was being taken over with pure sensation again as his cock rocked her.
She leaned back on the desk and shut her eyes. She felt his hands squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. The pinch sent a zing through her body. She braced herself on the desk and squeezed her muscles around his large cock. He was barely able to make it inside her and she felt small bits of pain when he was at her deepest parts. But she was so turned on.
For a brief second she realized what they were doing, that she had cum on her vice principal’s desk and now he was fucking her harder and harder. She opened her eyes and saw the mess they had made. It was so exciting. Someone might catch them. But he wanted her so bad he wanted to take that risk, she thought. Jordan squeezed his dick even harder.
Her fingers were hurting from holding onto the edge of the desk. Mark was staring at her with what could only be pure lust in his eyes as he pounded her. A deep moan escaped his mouth. He had both of hands over and around her thighs, her polished toes flailing in the air to the rhythm of his cock.
Jordan was feeling no pain as she was being taken. She felt that same sensation creep up. It started near her clit and then spread outward through belly, legs, arms. She opened her eyes and saw that Mark’s pupils were huge. It looked like he was high on ecstasy or something. Just then he let loose and pounded her. She screamed that same animal sound as she came. She felt his cock grow even longer as he pounded his final, cumming thrusts inside of her. They both opened their eyes at the same time and smiled.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Fine. I mean, great. You feel so good. And you can do it for so long.”
Mark laughed. “Yes, that’s one of the advantages of being older.”
Mark pulled out, slid the condom off and threw it in the wastebasket. Jordan inched off the desk. Her pussy lips were visibly swollen.
“Do you have some tissues?”
Mark handed her the box and they both cleaned themselves up on got dressed. Mark wrapped his arm around Jordan’s back and pulled her close to him. He kissed her tenderly which she enjoyed.
“I’m sorry if I’ve taken advantage of you,” he whispered, their faces still close.
“No, no. Don’t feel bad. This was great. Consider it a tutoring session. You did show me some new things.”
They smiled and Jordan headed out of his office with Mark following.
“I need to get home before my mom freaks out. Have a nice night. See ya around,” she said as she picked up her bag and headed to the parking lot.
NAKED Parent Teacher Conference
Mary Hancock finished grading the last test and began tidying up her desk. It had taken her longer than usual to get the tests all graded because she was so distracted. Jason Rawlings, Conner’s dad, would be here any minute for the parent teacher conference. They had been flirting all year at school events and Mary often went home to masturbate while thinking of him. Today was no different except that she didn’t want to wait until she got home to touch herself while imagining his broad, thick shoulders over her and his broad, thick cock inside of her.
She didn’t actually know the size of his cock, but his chest was full and broad. He had a very strong jaw and warm, brown eyes. Mary had also noticed his large hands and had often wondered what he did for a living. Did he use those large hands for work or merely for pleasure?
Mary felt her juices start to flow between her legs as she thought of Jason now. This would be the first time they had ever been alone together and she didn’t know if she would be able to hide her reaction from him.
She finished tidying up her desk and got out her compact to check her makeup. It had held up pretty good throughout the day. She heard a knock at the door and felt her heart palpitating in exciting anticipation. She looked up to see Jason had appeared in the doorway with a familiar smile on his face.
That was the thing with them. They didn’t technically know each other that well but there always seemed to be such an unspoken connection between them.
“Hi there, Miss Hancock,” he said jauntily as he strode into the classroom. She got up to greet him and shook his hand awkwardly. It seemed as though such a formality was unnecessary given their sexual connection, unrealized as it may be.
Jason headed to the regular seat in front of her desk that she had brought in especially for him. Then Mary headed towards the door to close it. She was thankful the doors at this school didn’t have windows. It made for a less distracting teaching environment. And, in this case, a more intimate meeting place.
She returned to her desk and looked Jason squarely in the eyes.
“Mr. Rawlings, you never mentioned why you wanted this parent teacher conference. What is it you would like to discuss today?” She shifted in her seat behind the desk. The movement made her pussy cry out for attention, preferably from Jason.
Jason was looking at her with a warm smile. It was different from the other times she’d seen him. He looked less casual. Was he nervous?
“Well, Miss Hancock,” he said formally. “I want to know why Conner wasn’t invited to the advanced REACH program. I was sure he would be. The boy is gifted.”
“Those invitations are based on test scores and teacher recommendations. The recs don’t come into play that much. It’s mainly test scores. I’d have to look up his scores in the office to see what we’re talking about here,” Mary replied. She noticed that his manner was aggressive, but his eyes still shown in a kind manner. She couldn’t read what was going on with him, but she knew it wasn’t normal.
“I have them right here. They were mailed last week, but there was no accompanying letter of invitation.”
Mary watched as he halfway got up from his chair to retrieve the papers from his back pocket. She noticed his athletic thighs under his jeans along with his narrow waist. Her eyes started to drift towards his crotch for a second before she caught herself and looked down. Had she seen a bulge there? She couldn’t be sure.
Before she could look again, he slid the papers across her desk and sat back down. She took them and glanced up to eyes briefly to acknowledge their receipt. Upon meeting his eyes, heat and awareness of her body washed over her. The spark that she had felt was there without a doubt.
It seemed like a charade, what they were doing. But she had no actual reason to believe he was anything more than a concerned parent. There were no overt gestures. It might have all been in her mind. She hoped not.
The test scores were high which she remembered. Conner had always been a bright and capable student. But it looked like his scores were two points under the cutoff for the invitation.
“I’m sorry Mr. Rawlings. His scores just barely missed the mark.”
“But they were close, yes? Can’t you put in a recommendation?” Mary took in his pleading face and wanted to give him anything he wanted. But she hadn’t recommended a student who had scored under the threshold before. She didn’t know how it would look.
Mary nervously fidgeted with her pen on her desk and brought it to her mouth to chew it. She’d had that nervous habit since she was a kid. “I’ve never done that before, Mr. Rawling-“
“Please, call me Jason,” he said standing from his chair and coming around to casually lean on her side of the large desk. “I only want the best for my son. And you probably know how beneficial this program is for kids.” He paused, waiting for an answer.
“I do, but-“
“Then you know that, as a good dad, I would do anything to help my son succeed. I mean, that’s what any parent would do, right?” He inched a little closer to her and caressed her cheek with his finger. Mary almost jumped from his touch. Her legs involuntarily opened a couple of inches and she found herself leaning forward in her chair to listen to Jason. And stare.
“Right, yes, of course. Everyone wants the best for their child.” Jason smiled at her answer. He slowly let his hand drift from her cheek to her breast. He didn’t push or pinch. He merely caressed the shape of her breast over her satin blouse. Mary’s nipples pebbled from the attention. She also felt a fresh cream delivery from her pussy.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had fantasized about this all year. And now it was happening—in her classroom! This was exactly the scenario she wanted. She wanted Jason to eat her pussy and finger fuck her. As much as she wanted his cock, she wanted his fingers even more. She had been noticing his large, muscular hands all year. She had fantasized about what his fingers could do to her.
Jason put his hands lightly around hers and lifted them, motioning for her to stand. Their lips were almost touching. Mary could smell his minty breath. She was using all of her strength to not let go of all professionalism and sink her mouth onto his.
“Miss Hancock… Mary. May I call you Mary?” he asked, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her hips up against his own. She could feel his bulging cock through his jeans. He was so hard! Mary’s skin came alive at this newfound knowledge—her body preparing to indulge in sexual fun regardless of what her mind thought.
“Mary, yes, call me Mary.” Jason was staring at her with those penetrating brown eyes. It was as if he could see her completely and knew what she had been fantasizing about this whole year.
Jason put his soft lips on hers and slowly slid his tongue inside her mouth. She felt rational thought lose the battle for control in her mind. All she was good for now was feeling. One of his hands went up to the back of her neck and his kiss became more passionate. The other started unzipping the zipper of her skirt along her bottom. She had no pantyhose on like many of the teachers wore. And she only wore a thong so she wouldn’t have those unsightly panty lines under her nylon skirt. He soon slipped the skirt off of her and was caressing her bottom.
Mary knew that another teacher or even the principal could come in at any moment. That frightened and excited her at the same time. Her juices were well on their way outside of her pussy and her thong was becoming a soggy mess. She slipped it down her legs and stepped out of it. She was now naked from the bottom down though she still had her heels on.
Mary began kissing Jason more forcefully as she gave into her passions. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and soon started caressing his bulge over his jeans. Her fingers found the button and zipper to his jeans quickly undid them. Jason apparently did not wear underwear.
“Oh that is perfect!” Mary exclaimed upon finding this out by reaching the head of his throbbing cock. His body gave a little shudder at the contact.
He paused from kissing her and asked, “Is there anything I can do to change your mind, Mary?” As he said this the hand that had been on her ass cheek was venturing toward her pussy lips, grazing over her rosebud in the process until it reached her wetness. Mary was loving every moment of this. She wanted to take advantage of the situation. Hopefully, Jason wouldn’t mind terribly much.
“Yes,” she said stepping back. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered. As she watched him remove his shoes and the rest of his clothes, she quickly slipped her satin blouse above her head and took off her bra. They were both naked in her classroom, just as she had imagined it. Mary sat on the edge of her desk with her legs spread. Her labia lips were shiny from her juices and her perky breasts moved slightly to the side as she leaned back.
“Eat me,” she said simply. Without hesitation, Jason got on his knees and buried his face in her sex. His tongue started at the bottom, near her anus but not on it. He then shoved his tongue inside her entrance and Mary began to moan. He brought one hand over and put one finger inside of her as his tongue moved upward toward her clit. As the hot moisture made contact with her most sensitive part, she arched her back suddenly. This caused his finger to be rammed all the way inside of her pussy and her clit to be pushed forcefully against his teeth. This drove her even more wild.
He slid another finger inside of her and she squeezed them with her muscles drawing them in further. He slid his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster. All the while, his tongue was roughly massaging her clit. With his other hand he stroked his blood-filled cock in rhythm to his fingering. Then he shifted his fingering hand around where his thumb faced downward. He stopped eating her and concentrated on just her holes for the time being.
Mary was writhing on her desk. She felt her juices flowing faster and faster but hadn’t quite reached her peak. Then she felt his soft thumb graze her asshole and electricity zipped through her body. He slowly began massaging her hole as he fingered her at the same time. Her legs were moving on his shoulders in the rhythm of his hand.
“Your tongue. Put your tongue back on me!” Mary yelled in desperation. She could feel herself about to crest over the wave of pleasure and wanted his hot tongue to be the thing that pushed her.
Hot, wet smoothness reached her erect clit. He licked her with his tongue lax at first. The tip of his thumb entered her anus. Her tight muscles gripped his fingers and thumb as they went in and out. Her juices were spread all over her pussy and ass now.
Jason then started flicking her bud with his pointed tongue while adding another finger to her pussy. He was finger fucking her in both holes, hard. He moaned and the vibration from his voice on her clit was the last straw. She couldn’t hold it back any more. Her hips gyrated wildly as she climaxed and felt the waves of pleasure crash over her.
Mary’s coming must have turned Jason on because he stood up jacking himself off with one hand and shallowly finger fucking her pussy. His large body tensed as he gave in to the sweet pleasure of coming. He ejaculated on her belly, his seed forming small white pools of opaque liquid across her smooth, pale skin.
Jason looked at Mary embarrassed after he came. Mary smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. I have some tissue in the drawer there. You can use them to clean me up.” Jason gingerly wiped both of their juices from her skin while Mary watched, leaning up on her elbows on her desk. The small amount of paperwork on her desk was strewn about but Mary didn’t care. She felt contented.
“So, Mary,” Jason said, “Do you think you can give my son that recommendation, after all?” He had that same nervous look in his eyes from earlier. Mary thought he must have been worried that he didn’t close the deal first before making her come. She briefly thought about toying with him and enjoying her power for a few moments, but thought better of it.
“Yes. Conner is a very bright boy. He will definitely being going places. He must take after his father,” she replied with a wink. “I’ll turn in the recommendation first thing in the morning.”
“Thank you,” said Jason. “For everything.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m just a civil servant.”
NAKED Neighbor
Paige Parsons loved her new house. She was officially a homeowner now and it felt great. She pulled her car into the garage and entered her home through the kitchen. She plopped her keys and purse on the counter and went to the fridge. She pulled out the already opened Chardonnay. It had been another long day in a series of long days at work. Coming home to her new house was her only solace recently. She enjoyed her work and the money was great, but like every other American, she worked long hours to earn a living.
She went to her bedroom to change out of her suit. She pulled her long auburn hair up in a pony tail and slipped on some comfy sweats. She poured herself a generous glass of wine and went out to her porch. Orange and pink streaks were just exiting the sky, being taken over by a velvety navy blue night sky, sprinkles of stars just starting to become visible.
Paige sat down in her plush patio chair that she splurged on when she bought the house. She put her feet up on an adjacent chair and sipped her wine. The silence was loud and beautiful. This was the peace that soothed her heart after a long day. She hoped to have a man help her with that at some point. That would take time since she was new to town and working so many hours.
The pensive silence was broken the sound of glass touching concrete. She looked in the direction the sound came from but couldn’t see much through her vine covered white trellis that lined one side of her patio. Four foot high chain link fence picked up where it dropped off to bisect her yard from her neighbor’s. Paige considered getting up to check it out. She figured it was her neighbor and this might be a good opportunity to finally meet this person. But fatigue kept her from moving.
She looked over at the trellis trying to make out her neighbor’s obscured shape. She caught sight of a figure of a body reclining as she was. She saw an arm reach down and the warm glow from inside the neighbor’s house created a glint—a bottle. She heard the sound of glass on concrete again as the neighbor replaced it on the ground. How nice. They must be enjoying a drink under the night sky like me, she thought.
Paige eyed the trellis more closely, zeroing in a small hole that might give her a view. She tilted her head down to see in. The voyeur stance she was taking embarrassed and excited her at the same time. Watching someone in a private moment when they were unaware of being watched was intrusive but immensely satisfying to Paige. She enjoyed people watching in every form.
She spied a tan arm covered with a light coating of dark brown hair. A man, then. That’s nice, she thought. She lowered her head a tiny bit more to change the angle of the view and caught sight of his lounging body—his naked body. Paige immediately sat up, afraid of being caught spying. Her chest, neck, and face filled with the heat of embarrassment. Catching someone with their private thoughts was one thing, but naked?
What was he doing? They didn’t have a wooden privacy fence. Her other neighbors might see him, also. Maybe that’s what he wants? She wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. She was hanging out on her own porch. No, she wouldn’t let herself be affected by this. She hadn’t done anything wrong.
However, the tingling between her legs revealed that she was being affected by his nakedness, though not from shame. She looked through the hole again to get another look him. He was muscular, tan, and lean. He had a small amount of hair on his chest and above his flaccid penis. She looked up to his profile and liked what she saw. He had a strong jaw and pointed nose. His cheekbones were high but she couldn’t see his eyes.
She felt her body heat up as she looked him over. Her comfy sweats were becoming too hot. She had not been with a man since she moved here for her new job and her body was hungry for male attention. Her skin became sensitized and a light breeze that swam over her gave small relief to her overheated body.
He turned his head in her direction and Paige immediately looked away. Had he caught her eye? Did he know she was watching him? She couldn’t be sure. She did know that it was too hot for her to be wearing sweats. She thought about getting naked like her neighbor, to tease him. But she hadn’t had enough wine for that. She got up and went inside to get a refill. She felt energetic now since stumbling upon her voyeuristic treasure.
She went to her bedroom and shed her sweats and opted instead for a tank top and shorts. She noticed her pink nipples were hard and could be seen through the tank. Maybe he would see her? The thought made her giddy and she took off her panties before sliding on some loose fitting shorts. She needed easy access to touch herself, after all.
She refilled her wine and went back outside to her patio. She was sure he would know she was there now if he didn’t already. She got comfortable again with her two patio chairs and waited. There was no sound and no movement she could discern. The night was serene and the stars shown bright.
The calm she had originally sought would be impossible to reach as excitement now raced through Paige’s body at the realization that her neighbor might be spying on her as she had him. Maybe I should give him a show, she thought. The man was naked, after all. He would probably be into it.
Paige chugged her whole glass of wine and set the glass down on the ground producing a similar glass on concrete sound like he had, only higher pitched. Then she lay still for a moment. She turned her head to catch of glimpse of him watching her—to see if her imagination was a reality. She found the hole she was using to watch him before and tilted her head again. Again, she saw his naked torso, only his penis was not completely limp. It had grown. The man’s hands were still resting on the armrests of his lounge chair.
She moved her head to get a look at his face. Instead of seeing his profile as she had before, she caught sight of his face staring directly at her. He was smiling and his green eyes sparkled brightly. Paige sat up suddenly. Her nervous reaction puzzled her. She could feel her heart beating faster in excitement and anticipation. She tilted her head back to catch his eye on purpose this time but he was looking at the sky now.
Too bad, she thought. She was ready to flirt with him. She kept looking at his body, noticing every crevice and smooth line his shape made. Her pussy tingled in hunger. Paige slowly moved her hand down into her shorts. Her fingers reached her folds and were immediately welcomed by her slick juices. She brought her fingers up to lightly brush her clit and circle around it.
So far the neighbor had not turned his head back towards her. Paige kept lightly touching herself and heard a light moan escape when she slid two fingers inside her pussy. The neighbor’s head slowly turned towards Paige and she turned away, no longer brave enough to look him in the eye while engaging in such an intimate act.
She fingered herself a little more aggressively and her body writhed in pleasure. Her shorts were in her way now but she didn’t want to stop touching herself to take them off. She pictured the neighbor watching her rub her clit and finger herself and felt her pleasure reach a new plane. She had accepted that she was the voyeuristic type but she had never had the desire to be an exhibitionist as she was now. Did this even count as exhibition? She was in her own backyard. But she knew he was watching; and that erotic thought fanned the flames of her pent up sexuality.
“You should take your clothes off. It looks like they’re in the way,” a husky voice said. Paige stopped moving and her eyes grew wide. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins but was replaced with electric pleasure as she started rubbing her bud slowly with one finger. A smile crept across her face.
“I think you might be right,” she replied. Her clothes were off in a flash and she was back in position on her plush chairs, both hands between her thighs. Her eyes were closed as she felt her body inching closer to edge of the abyss. She thought she heard the sound of him getting up and walking towards her. She wasn’t sure and didn’t want or need to open her eyes to confirm it. The thought was powerful enough. Her hand was racing up and down on her clit, the other sliding in and out of her sex.
Her body crept towards the edge and she surfed the wave for a moment before her body was enveloped in a wave of pleasure. Her rubbing slowed as her pussy pulsed and twitched.
The sound of clapping pulled Paige back to consciousness. She opened her eyes to see her neighbor standing by the chain link fence. His cock was very long and standing at attention.
At any other point, Paige might be embarrassed. But the mix of alcohol and orgasm chemicals running into every one of her cells allowed her to behave differently, to go with the flow.
“I see you enjoyed the show,” she said.
“Yes,” he replied looking down at his hard cock. “I just wish the show wasn’t over.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, why don’t you come over here so I can see you better? I’m Brian Maxfield. You must be my new neighbor.”
“Yes, I’m Paige Parsons.” The introductions were enough to temporarily break the spell she was under. She became aware of her hands still near her crotch and pulled them back. She wiped her juices off her hands with her shorts.
She contemplated his invitation. She was naked now as was he. He had just watched, or rather, she had just given him a show. She thought about giving in to her nervous fears that were simmering below the surface and just running inside her house. But she lived next to him. What would she say when she saw him? She had started this, or at least escalated it. The polite thing to do was to see it through. That’s what she told herself.
She got up and walked barefoot through the cold, soft grass to reach his point at the fence. He reached out his hand for a handshake. Paige giggled in response.
“What?” he asked.
“It’s just that, it seems awful formal to be shaking hands after what I allowed you to witness. And we are both standing here naked.”
“Ahhh. The act and the nudity. These are uncomfortable to you. I’m very comfortable in my skin and love the feel of the outside air on it on a night like tonight.” Paige noticed that the air did feel pleasant as a light breeze glided across her skin. But then again, her entire body was twinkling with pleasure.
“And watching a beautiful woman pleasure herself must be every man’s fantasy. Thank you, by the way. But you must know, sex, like your body itself, is a natural act that one needs to physically experience for health as well as happiness.”
“That’s for sure,” Paige blurted out. They both chuckled at her interruption and Paige noticed Brian’s cock bob slightly as he laughed. She felt at ease with him. His being so at ease rubbed off on her somehow and she found herself reaching through a hole in the chain link fence to touch the silky skin of his hard member.
He stepped closer so her fingers could reach. She caressed him and was admiring his length and girth when she felt his hand bring her face to his. He had reached over the fence and pulled her in for a kiss. His hot lips touched hers at the same time the cold wires of the fence pushed against her breasts.
His tongue reached inside her mouth with authority. He kept one hand behind her neck and with the other interlaced his fingers with hers on his cock. He slowly moved her fingers up and down his cock next to the fence.
Paige pulled away from the kiss to watch him masturbate. She liked that he was performing this intimate act just as she had. Her clit began to buzz again. Her awareness was sucked to her pussy as it cried for more attention. She hadn’t been with a man in so long and her sheath needed to be filled.
She looked into his eyes.
As if he could read her mind he said, “Turn around and bend over for me.”
She did, sticking her ass in the air, her hands on her knees for support.
“Scoot back.”
She complied. The cold metal touched the hot skin of her ass this time. She felt a finger slide in her pussy and she moaned. Attention, sexual attention was what she had been craving all these weeks. But working long hours and knowing nobody kept it at bay.
He rubbed his finger around inside her and then slid it out and gently rubbed her clit. This drove her wild—to the point where she didn’t want to wait any more. She wanted him to enter her. Paige turned her head to look at Brian from the corner of her eye.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
He pulled his finger away and readied his cock.
“Bend down a bit.”
She did.
The she felt his huge cock began its descent into her canal. He had to move slowly because she was so tight from not having had sex for so long. Every sensation--the further he went, was fulfilling her in ways she had forgotten. He kept going and going. Since he couldn’t grab her hips she had to push as hard as she could against the metal chain link fence. The metal rubbed her skin giving Paige that pique of pain to compliment the pleasure she felt inside. It almost felt like being spanked. She hadn’t felt that in long time, either.
He began pulling out again and pushed back in, faster this time. Being filled up was ecstasy. She had been using a vibrator for so long, she forgot how good the real thing felt.
Her back was still arched as he continued moving in and out of her. She was having to adjust her weight and stay in rhythm with him since they had the fence between them. He was the leader, though. She was following him. She wasn’t able to do much more than experience the total sensation of his cock inside her. She was missing the breeze caressing her skin, the bright stars above, and the feel of the grass below her feet. All her mind, body, and soul were focused on now were his cock inside her and the smaller painful reminders of the metal between them.
His pace quickened even more and she could feel from her muscles inside that he was growing and probably close to coming. She licked one finger and slid it between her legs into her folds and began massaging her clit. It only took ten seconds before she was coming again. Her pussy muscles contracted all around his hard cock as he shook in and out of her. Her orgasm distracted her and she fell out of rhythm. She found her way back in sync with Brian and rocked back against the fence harder for him. The skin on her ass turned more and more red and crisscross marks appeared.
“That’s it. Right there.”
Brian’s hands were holding tightly to the top of the fence as his torso moved back and forth violently.
“Aaaagh,” he yelled as he pulled out and finished with his hand, his seed spilling all over his lawn. Paige stood up and turned around to watch. His hand pumped his large cock until nothing else came out from its tip. His whole body shuddered and he opened his eyes.
“I’ve experienced a lot of things in my life but that was a first. Are you ok? You’re not too torn up are you?” he asked.
Paige smiled. Her legs were tingling and her quad muscles trembled making it hard stand.
“That was exactly what I needed. It’s been so long.”
“Ah ha. I thought you seemed…hungry,” he said with a wink.
He went on, “Well, Paige, welcome to the neighborhood. I would love to give a tour of my home. Would you like to come in?”
“Thank you, Brian, but it’s late. Maybe tomorrow night?”
“I’ll be here.”
With that they both walked towards their respective houses. Paige moved more slowly than Brian. She picked up her clothes and wine glass and went inside to her bedroom. She fell face down into her bed, and pulled the covers over her body. She set her alarm clock for the next morning and pulled her pillow under her head. As she drifted to sleep, she thought about how nice it was to be a homeowner.
NAKED Restaurant Critic
She slid the small bite of veal around her square plate to sop up the orgasmic sauce. Gastrogasm. That’s what it was. The savory sauce with the tender meat, both perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection and about to slide into Aniston’s mouth onto her tongue—this was what she lived for. She had the best job on the planet. She got to taste exquisite food for a living.
Many publications actually paid for her witty declarations about a chef’s ability or lack thereof. Often times it seemed odd to her that this was the case. Doesn’t everyone enjoy a delicious meal, after all? But apparently her tongue was like no other. She had been able to name the individual ingredients of a dish or sauce since she was a child. And now she was getting paid for her talent.
“There are worse ways to make a living with your body,” her mother used to say. Her mother was proud and disappointed of Aniston at the same time. She had always wanted her daughter to go to culinary school but Aniston didn’t want the lifestyle of a chef. Eighty hour work weeks, no time to partake in the sensual joys of life. That was not Aniston’s style.
“I take it you like the veal,” Archer said. He had an amused look on his face as he stood over Aniston. His crisp navy blue monogrammed chef’s jacket did not cover his large pecs very well. And his light scruff and mussed dirty blonde hair exposed his disdain for details in life he deemed unimportant. He looked like a wild animal of some kind trying to be contained for viewing in the civilized world.
“I can get you another plate if you like. There’s really no need for you to lick that one, although that is something I would I pay to see.” All chefs at this level had gigantic egos. They had reason to. But Archer Cummings had shot to the stratosphere of the culinary world like a heat seeking missile locked onto its target. He was the newest force to be reckoned with in the New York restaurant scene and he knew it. Or he wouldn’t be teasing Aniston the way he was.
“Mr. Cummings, the dish was…delicious,” she said. Archer snorted and the general manager who had been hovering around Aniston all evening gave out a loud sigh of relief.
“It almost makes up for the disastrous appetizer. You should have put the word ‘lemon’ in capital letters in the description because that’s all I could taste.” Aniston paused after she had thrown out her barb. She had wanted to prick him but not stab.
Normally, she would have no problem stabbing a chef’s ego, especially one the size of Archer’s, but she couldn’t deny the heat she felt when he was around. He was younger and in much better shape than most chefs. And his passion for culinary excellence was intoxicating. It was like he lusted after the same things in this world that she did.
Archer gave her an angry look that said ‘how dare you.’ Obviously, he was not used to being put in his place. Aniston stood her ground with her eyes, sitting passively while staring at him with intensity. The energy between them, filled with anger as it was, was palpable. She waited for a response from him that never came. Instead, he turned on his heels and stormed back to the kitchen.
Aniston felt a little bad for bruising him that much but she supposed it was good. This way, nobody would be able to see her obvious attraction to him. She didn’t want her readers to think she’d gone soft.
She waited for the dessert course and was disappointed when it came. It was a crème brulee that was obviously hours old if not days. “He’s pouting,” she thought. She couldn’t believe his nerve. Did he not understand the stakes? Was he that naïve? He clearly did not understand the power she had over him. Or the power he has over me. But he could never know that.
Disgusted with his immature behavior, Aniston got up from her table to leave. The general manager darted over with an apologetic look on his face.
“Ms. Monroe, please do not leave. He’s temperamental. You know chefs, how they can be. Please, sit. I will take care of this,” he implored.
“No, no. It’s quite alright. The service has been amazing. Thank you. But I must be going.” She grabbed her purse and quickly spun around to leave before the GM could argue with her anymore. It was late. She was annoyed and just wanted to get home, write up the review, and relax in bed—maybe with her vibrator. She could hear raised voices in the back as the hostess held the door open for her to exit.
The air was crisp and cool but not cold. She liked the feel of it on her skin. It was helping to cool down her heated state. Between her anger and attraction, she’d been feeling uncomfortably warm in there.
The restaurant and Aniston’s apartment were both in the Lower East Side. She had only to walk a few blocks before she was home. She went inside poured herself a glass of cabernet and decided to take a shower while mulling over the review. Peeling her clothes off felt as if she were peeling away her stresses. Her naked body gleamed under the track lighting in the bathroom of her modernized apartment. Her nipples were naturally quite red and became erect as she rubbed her hands over her breasts.
She thought about Archer and desire rose up inside. She was angry at him for putting her in this position. She liked him and didn’t want to hurt his career the way she would have to now. It was a shame, really. All of that talent in the kitchen and yet, the boy can’t even behave.
Aniston stepped in her steaming shower and began her usual washing routine. She felt her soapy hands glide over her skin and imagined they were his. She imagined she could feel the hard muscles of his body against her softness. She was in great shape thanks to working out but she did love food, also. So there was an extra five pounds that she didn’t think she would ever get rid of. She wasn’t that worried, though. She still looked great. And she swore three of the five pounds had gone straight to her breasts.
She reached down to clean between her folds. The hot and sticky slickness from her pussy contrasted with the hot wetness of the water raining down all around her. Thoughts of Archer’s cock exploring her wet pussy lips before finally filling her up took over Aniston’s mind. She rubbed her clit with one hand and fingered herself with the other. She had wanted to wait until she was in bed to do this but her body had other plans.
She imagined him pushing her up against the shower wall, the cold tiles shocking the skin of her stomach and cheek. He would pump his hard cock deep inside her from behind, thrusting harder and harder each time. She would almost be lifted up from the pressure and the pain would be exquisitely sweet. He would reach an arm around and massage her clit as she was doing now. His throbbing penis would hit her G-spot with amazing accuracy and his rubbing of her bud would grow rougher.
Aniston was now banging her clit and violently shoving her fingers in and out of her slick entrance. She was nearing the edge now. Her pussy muscles hungered for something more to grab onto than just her fingers but her mind was making up the difference. Thoughts of him squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples were enough to put her over the edge. Waves of pleasure swept through her body as she peaked.
Her clit rubbing and fingering slowed as her orgasm tapered off. She opened her eyes and laughed at what she had done. She was so hot for Archer, she couldn’t even wait until she was in bed. She finished the rest of her shower rituals and put on her satin pajamas. She went to grab her book and phone before she relaxed in bed. The review could wait until morning, she thought.
When she reached into her purse for her phone it wasn’t there. Confused, Aniston began taking out the contents to find it. Worried, she began mentally retracing her steps. Like the proverbial light bulb above the head, the realized in an instant that she had left her phone on the table at the restaurant.
“Great,” she thought. Just what she needed. She had been trying to make a dramatic exit to chastise Archer for his behavior and now she would have to go back. All she could do was hope the late hour meant that only the bus boy doing the dishes would be left and maybe the GM. Probably not Archer. He was the star chef, after all.
She looked down at her satin pajamas and decided against changing. She would just throw a trench coat on and flip flops. No need to change clothes for the busboy. She grabbed the coat and her keys and headed out the door. The streets were not very crowded in the city that never sleeps because it was a Tuesday night. Her neighborhood was full of hip new restaurants, used bookstores, and a low key bar where “everyone knows your name.” Once the restaurants closed, there wasn’t a ton of late traffic.
She reached the restaurant and the front door was locked. She knocked loudly and pressed her face against the window to see in. Nobody was in the dining room but there was still a light on in the kitchen. She was banging on the door now hoping a busboy would hear.
Finally, the kitchen door opened and Aniston’s heart beat harder as she saw Archer crossing the dining room to let her in. He had on a thin white t-shirt, jeans, and an apron. The shirt did a weak job of covering his body. His hair was even more mussed giving him a look sexier than before. If he didn’t have the apron on, he would’ve been just a normal, hot, twenty-something New Yorker. That would have been enough in Aniston’s mind. But the apron… the apron is what put her over and ignited the lust in her once again. He was like a man in uniform, a culinary uniform.
Her juices had begun flowing again between her thighs. She became aware of this just as Archer reached the door and she reddened with embarrassment.
“Ms. Monroe. Didn’t get enough of my food? Want to experience more delectable perfection that is my cooking?”
“I’ve had quite enough, thank you. I need to get my phone.”
“Ah, yes. It’s in the office. Follow me.”
They were snaking their way through the tightly packed tables with chairs on top in the medium sized dining room. Before they reached the kitchen door, Archer turned and casually said, “You know, Ms. Monroe, you really should password protect your phone. You have some racy pictures on there. Where was that nude beach? Mexico? France? I couldn’t tell.”
“You looked through my phone!” She stared at him in amazement. She should have figured he would be so rude, but the intrusion angered her nonetheless.
“Like I said, you should password protect your phone.” Aniston shoved her way passed him forcing her body to rub against his to get by. She felt the hard muscles she had been imagining while masturbating less than an hour earlier. This turned her on but did not dampen her indignation. It was her turn to storm through the kitchen door.
She pushed through dramatically to reach the bright and airy kitchen. The dining room was packed tight but the kitchen was spacious. “How did he pull this off?” she muttered under her breath.
“Because I’m me,” Archer replied. Aniston hadn’t meant for him to hear her. She was growing more frustrated with him and with her body by the minute. If he would just stop talking. She didn’t want to be so turned on by a man that was such an arrogant ass. But she couldn’t help it.