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The Window
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
THE WINDOW
(by Private Moments)
It was Friday night, and I was alone in my room. I shared an
apartment with another girl. We got along well together, many times
double dating. But not tonight. Tonight, I did not have a date.
While my roommate was out with hers, I sat home alone.
It was an autumn night, warm, but not too hot. I was dressed
for the night. I wasn't wearing a bra under the sheer silk button
down blouse which I wore. As I moved about, I could feel my breasts
gently touch the cool silken material. Standing in front of my
dresser mirror, I could see the soft pink of my nipples through the
light fabric of the blouse.
I stepped back to admire myself. I had a decent figure, not to
thin, yet petite enough to wear tightly fashioned clothes. I looked
down at my waist. My hips were curvaceous and filled out the tight
blue jeans I was wearing. I looked at the jeans, the zipper and
snap closed with just the right amount of pressure pushing against
them. I thought of the lingerie I wore under the jeans. A pretty
pair of silk bikini panties, in a floral pattern of red roses. I
thought of how they just covered the fine mound of hair surrounding
my pubic area.
I was feeling lonely and sorry for myself, and glanced back at
my bed. I thought of lying down and gently caressing my body. The
thought of slowly squeezing my nipples, rubbing them between my
fingers, rolling the tips, and gently pinching them was causing a
stirring in my abdomen. I could feel the moistness forming between
my thighs. I was in the privacy of my room, the room in which many
times, I have discovered the pleasures of my body. The thought of
those private moments, when alone in bed, I would caress my body,
and bring upon myself the spasms of orgasm filled my head.
But not tonight. Tonight, I would make use of my free time and
complete the term paper which I have been procrastinating over. I
opened the window above my desk and sat in front of the typewriter.
Looking down, the keys starred back at me as I searched for the
words to begin to flow.
I glanced up. Through the opened window, across the court
yard, I could see a light shining from a distant window. The
curtain was drawn, but I knew the room to be the bathroom of the
apartment across from mine. More precisely, the window over looked
the bath tub and shower. Then it happened. There appeared a
silhouette, a shadow, of the girl living there. I knew her well.
She was a pretty girl, a graduate student, about 27 years old. I
watched as her silhouetted figure prepared to shower. Through the
sheer curtains, the outlines of her body were clear. I could see
the curves of her waist and hips. Her arms extended over her head,
as she washed her hair. Looking down, I could see the silhouette of
her breasts. Her hands now slowly followed the curves of her body.
I pictured her applying a liberal coating of soap over her body.
Gently she washed, her hands appearing to linger just a little
longer as she washed the surface of her breasts. I thought of those
breasts, outlined darkly against the curtain that discretely hid her
from view. Again her hands came to her breasts, this time pressing
them against her chest. I watched as her silhouetted fingers took
the tips of her breasts and slowly rubbed the nipples.
Unconsciously, my hand was drawn towards my blouse. I slowly
opened the two highest buttons and slipped by hand under my blouse.
I started to caress and fondle my breast, slowly squeezing the
nipple, rubbing it between my fingers.
I continued to watch, mesmerized by the silhouetted image of
the shapely figure behind the curtain. As I watched, her head
arched back, extending her breast towards the falling water of the
shower. Her fingers continued to manipulate her nipples. Oh those
nipples, the thought of the warm shower water beating on those
breasts heightened the intensity burning within me.
As I felt myself getting aroused, I undid the remaining
buttons of my blouse. The cool silk fabric slid softly to the sides
as my breasts slipped from the front of the blouse. I felt the
sharp lace edges of the blouse slide along my nipples as my chest
heaved with each breath. The more I became aroused, the harder I
breathed and the more intense the stimulation by the blouse upon my
nipples.
There I sat, looking upon the silhouetted figure behind the
curtain, her hands gently rubbing her breasts. My hands now reached
for both my breasts. Caressing both breasts, my nipples engorged and
hardened further. My fingers found the nipples, and I began rolling
my hardened nipples between my thumb and index fingers. The sexual
urge was overwhelming. I tightly crossed my thighs and began a
rhythmic rocking of my hips. I closed my eyes and concentrated on
the waves of pleasure that was slowly passing from my pelvis towards
my abdomen.
When I opened my eyes to look again across at the silhouette
in the window, she was gone. In the moments lost in my own desire,
she must have left.
The intense yearning in my abdomen for fulfillment was
controlling my body, my actions. I looked again, wishfully at the
empty window, then turned slowly to look towards my bed.
Overwhelmed by the desire for pleasure, I rose and walked towards
the bed, letting my blouse slip freely from my shoulders to the
floor.
I lay on my back, letting the cool air from my open window
pass softly over my naked chest. I starred hypnotically at the
ceiling, with my arms at my sides. My hands came to the region of
my abdomen, and I began, with the tips of my fingers, to daintily
form circles over my abdomen . Each circle slowly getting larger as
my fingers roamed my abdomen.
As the ever increasing circles reached the base of my breasts,
I felt the familiar urges of my desire. I began to again caress my
breasts, rolling both hardened nipples between my fingers. Taking
the nipple between my thumb and index finger, I kneaded and squeezed
the tip. I could feel the moistness forming between my thighs. My
vaginal lips were throbbing, as I continued to manipulate my
nipples. With each rolling and squeezing of the tips, I could feel
a tightness and burning in my groin. I began to gently rock my
pelvis, pushing my hips forward to press my clitoris between my
thighs, and then back down into the mattress, to allow it to slide
along the vaginal lips. The continued rocking of my pelvis produced
a tingling sensation in my groin, as I felt a tension building deep
within my abdomen.
I slowly let my hands drop from my breasts and opened the snap
and zipper to my jeans. Slipping one hand under the jeans, I felt
the fine lace of my panties. The coolness of the silk material
stimulated me to go on. Reaching under my panties, I could feel the
soft mound of my pubic hairs. I felt the wetness of the silk
material where, in rocking my hips, I pressed my vaginal lips
against the material. A building desire drove me to reach further
towards the burning in my groin.
I ran my finger between the soft folds of my vaginal lips.
They were soaked with the moisture my vagina was producing. I
separated the vaginal lips, and slowly slid my hand along my vagina.
It was very wet and I slowly began to gently stroke my soaking
vagina. I ran my fingers between the soft folds carefully sliding
along my swollen clitoris. I gently pulled and pushed the folds of
labia to each side of my clitoris. They were a wash with moisture,
as my fingers slid repeatedly around my clitoris and down along the
folds of my vaginal lips.
As one hand continued to tease my soaking vagina, my other
hand reached for my breasts. My fingers searched desperately for
the nipple. I began to knead the swollen tip with my thumb and
index finger. My pleasure was building, as all thoughts left my
mind.
I lay there, my eyes glassed over, as I caressed my breast,
and with my other hand continued the rhythmic gliding over my
clitoris and vaginal lips. My fingers eased between the soft folds
of my vagina, gently caressing the recesses along my swollen
clitoris. I spread the folds of labia to each side exposing the
warm mass of my quivering vaginal lips. I seductively inserted my
index and middle fingers into the moist space of my vagina. I
rhythmically probed deeply, withdrawing my fingers only long enough
to caress my clitoris before the desire forced my fingers again into
my vagina. My vagina ached for more. Passionately, I slid my
fingers to my quivering labial lips, gently stroking my clitoris,
and back into my vagina as far as my extended fingers would allow.
My breath was coming in short gasps now, as my pelvis gently rocked
from side to side to allow my probing fingers maximum stimulation
upon my vagina. The first waves of orgasm were beginning to
overtake my body. I felt an intense quivering from deep with my
groin and passing up through my abdomen. My only thought was that I
must not climax too soon, and end this euphoria.
I was losing control, as desire was overtaking my body. In
one massive effort to prevent my orgasm, I withdrew my hand from my
panties and tightly crossed my thighs. I could feel quivers of
sexual pain pass upward into my abdomen at the sudden loss of
stimulation from my throbbing clitoris . I reached for a pillow at
my head and thrust it between my thighs, up against my groin and
throbbing clitoris. My vaginal lips and throbbing clitoris ached,
as I clenched my thighs together around the pillow, forcing it
against my vagina and clitoris. I rolled onto my abdomen, keeping
the pillow clenched tightly between my thighs and against my
vagina. My pelvis began a rhythmic rocking over the pillow between
my thighs. The pressure upon my vaginal lips and clitoris as I
rocked upon the pillow was ecstasy. I began to thrust my pelvis
downward on the pillow and slowly slid forward, forcing greater
pressure upon my vagina and clitoris.
As I continued rocking upon the pillow, I felt the tension in
my body increasing. I softly moaned, as my head extended back and
my pelvis slid across the pillow. With both hands, I reached under
my chest and took my breasts in my finger tips. I reached savagely
for my nipples and began to roll and knead them. As I rocked my
pelvis backward on the pillow, my clitoris was pulled deep within my
vaginal lips; sliding forward upon the pillow, released the intense
pressure which the pillow generated. Throughout my rocking, my
fingers eagerly rolled and kneaded my nipples. The burning desire
between my thighs was all my mind could think about. I felt an
eruption of pressure within my pelvis and abdomen which I knew was
the onset of orgasm.
As the intensity of my rocking along the pillow increased, I
released my breasts, and reached out with my arms and hands for the
top of the bed. Grabbing the top side of the mattress, I
rhythmically pulled my body forward and pushed it back down again
into the pillow clenched between my thighs and vagina. I was
rocking with intense thrusts against the pillow between my thighs;
pulling my body forward as far as my arms would allow, to drag my
pelvis forward against the pillow and press my clitoris deep into my
vaginal lips and then pushing back until my arms were fully
extended, driving back down into the pillow with my clitoris and
vagina. I continued this euphoric rocking upon the pillow, with no
thoughts but the burning intensity of pleasure this rocking created
upon my pelvis and deep into my abdomen. My body was shuddering
with intense quivers as I strained my arms against my weight to pull
and push myself against the pillow so tightly pressed into my
groin. I quickened the pace at which I dragged my pelvis forward
and back along the pillow. This increased the intensity of the
stimulation which was ravaging my body. I began to feel the burning
pressure from deep within my vagina and clitoris pass upward and
take control of my body.
Although unaware, I knew I was moaning deeply now. With each
thrust against the pillow, my breath escaped in a gasping moan. I
continued to thrust my pelvis against the pillow. My arms ached
from the intensity in which I pulled and pushed my pelvis into the
pillow between my thighs. The burning ache in my pelvis and abdomen
took control of my mind and body. I was moaning loudly now, and
with one final thrust of my pelvis downward into the pillow let out
a gasping OHH, as the final waves upon waves of orgasmic vibrations
rocked my body. I writhed with intense pleasure upon the pillow
between my thighs, as every muscle of my body exploded in orgasm.
Slowly, I rolled over, onto my back; the pillow still tightly
clenched between my thighs. I laid there, looking at the ceiling,
still gasping from the ecstasy of the moment. My breathing was
returning to normal. I closed my eyes, a perverse smile upon my
lips, knowing only I could bring myself to such sexual heights. My
hand again slowly moved for my panties. As it slipped under the
thin piece of silken underwear, I felt my moist vaginal lips. I
slowly began to gently caress them. I ran my finger between the
soft lips, and delicately stroked the moist labia. I gently pulled
and pushed the folds of labia to each side of my clitoris, As the
depths of sleep approached, I instinctively continued the gentle
caressing of my vagina. My fingers slid downward along the sides of
my clitoris, to the labial folds of my vagina, and then back again
to my clitoris. I remember rolling back over, onto my abdomen. As
my pelvis slid over the pillow, I felt the soft pressure it produced
between my thighs. I began a gently, rhythmic, rocking on the
pillow, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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