Chapter 3

The next message she sent was a telephone number. I grabbed the phone, called the number and watched her get up from the desk and pick up a cordless phone in the kitchen.

"Hello again," a woman's voice said.

"Open your door," she then said. "I can't see you as well through the French doors. Why do you have them anyway? Everyone else has regular sliding doors."

"Come with the place," I replied. "I guess the privacy excuse is no good."

We laughed. "I'm sorry," she said. I watched her wandering her kitchen, putting things away and fondling plants. She would move past the doorway here and there, glancing across to me. I opened the French door and felt the warm morning air hit me.

"Well," I said, "it's fine as long as we're even."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You caught me, so maybe you owe me a little something in return."

"Tell you what," she said, now stopping in front of the sliding door, so that I could see her in full. "I'll play along if you finish what you started."

I smiled. "Agreed."

"OK," she then said, "speakerphone time."

I hit the speakerphone button and put the receiver down, back to the door, where she was already waiting with a smile. I reached for the stool behind me and sat on it. "Don't face me," she said. "Act like you don't even know I'm here."

"What's my motivation?" I asked.

"Look at your computer screen," she replied.

The camera was shooting her from the side as she leaned against her countertop, looking sideways across the alley at me. The belt of her robe was loosened, and she tugged at it slightly to open it. Her legs were first exposed.

I followed them up to her thighs, where luscious curves swooped to her hips. She was not wearing anything underneath the robe, and the darkness of her muff was apparent. The robe was now hanging on to her only by her breasts, which remained covered by the material.

My hand slid into my boxers and worked my tingling cock up and down. Her hands moved up her thighs to her stomach, and as they slid over her breasts, the robe finally gave way. She rolled the robe around her shoulders and put her hands on her hips in a seductive pose.

The image had my balls swelling with adrenaline and cum. "Let me see that cock," she then said, leaning forward to get a better look through the window. "I want to see you spray that hot cum."

I lifted my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I stood then, stepping out of the boxers with my cock now extended into the air. While she gasped and giggled and cooed at the sight, my mind was thinking: Where the fuck was I gonna shoot this thing? The sudden concern broke my concentration.

I looked at the cam and realized she had moved out of view because she was entranced in the window. I looked across at her and then felt myself standing here naked in an open doorway.

"Come over here," I then said.

"No, no," she said. "Just come for me."

"I'd rather come on you," I replied, looking straight at her across the alley. "But someone might see..."

"Go through the garage. I'll meet you there."

"But...!" she pleaded. I hung up the phone and closed the door, hoping she'd obey. I looked up to check, and she was wrapping the robe back around her body.

I pounced down the stairs with my cock slapping against my stomach and headed for the garage. I heard a garage door open and hit the switch for mine. She was scurrying across the alley, with her slippers scratching the asphalt.

As she dipped her head under the slowly rising door, she giggled. "Down! Down!" I hit the button again, and the door went down. I stood for a moment in front of my car, looking at her in her robe, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes dancing with excitement.

Her nipples poked through the robe, and the smell of sex mingled with the gasoline and oil scent of the garage.

I opened the door into the house and said, "Follow me."

Two steps into a room that serves as an unused den area, I turned to her and slipped my hands into her robe. I felt soft, warm skin that had traces of perspiration.

She smelled sweet, like shampoo or body lotion, and she never once looked up. My hands explored her body under the robe, and she did the same to me. She wasted little time finding my cock, which was pressed against her stomach, and rubbed it gently. Precum painted her belly, and she rubbed it around.

She held her hands at her sides to signal that I should remove her robe, which I did. Her eyes remained downward. Mine scanned her body, her lovely, hungry body that I had seen only a few minutes before from across the alley.

She pushed me toward a futon I had against a wall, and she knelt between my knees. She kissed around my stomach and stroked my cock some more. My thighs tremble with anticipation. I felt her hanging breasts graze over my skin, and I pushed them tight around my cock.

She dipped her head and began to suck my head. Adrenaline gushed again into my balls. She licked and sucked my cock into a wild frenzy, and her naked ass pumped up and down in the air behind her.

If I ever could have been in two places at one time, this was it. I'd be here getting a blow job while also behind her, pounding her begging pussy.

When the eruption was imminent, she pulled away and rubbed my cock furiously between her mounds. I bucked and fired several shots of hot cum into her neck, chest and cleavage. She seemed to love every shot she took, gasping with each and rubbing the liquid into her skin.

Her nipples turned a fiery red, and her tits gleamed. She then licked my cock clean to the point that I shuddered at the touch.

Kissing me more up my belly and to my chest, she pushed me back across the futon and straddled me without warning. She mounted my sensitive cock, which was morning-wood hard at this point, and slowly began her gyrating dance to orgasm.

She liked rubbing against the inner wall and therefore fell forward, practically smothering me with her tits, and ground on me. She gasps, moans and then groans. She whispered nasty things that might not have been directed at me, but at whatever fantasy she was having.

She wanted to be fucked. She liked to be fucked. She liked to be fucked hard. She's such a good girl all day, she deserves to be fucked hard. So fuck her hard. Good and hard.

I did.

I turned her over, found that full, round ass that had been teasing the air earlier, and slid my pussy-juice drenched cock into it. She wailed at the pain, but grunted with delight. Taking it on like a challenge, she wanted to. Our skins slapped with force, and I practically put her through the wall on one hard thrust. No doubt I was going to cum again. She was so hot and so horny. And so fucking tight.

Her legs and arms exhausted, she rolled to her back and lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy opened up like one of her blossoming flowers on her deck. I buried my face into it, licking her steaming, slippery folds with abandon. She squirmed and squealed, grabbing anything she could to hold on. That includes my hair. I found her hard button and flicked it with my tongue, and she immediately pulled at my shoulders.