Work was a bitch that night. When I was a little girl I never knew my destiny in life would be
waiting tables at the shit hole bar I worked at 5 nights a week. Every night I slammed frosty
mugs, which foamed over with cheap beer to men who smelled like corroded pussy and stale cigarettes.
When I got home, I did the usual; put my apartment keys down  on
the table by the door, surfed through my fridge for one of the many frozen dinners I thrived
on and sat down in my favorite chair. To most people, my plush, boxy, ass refresher looked like
a normal piece of furniture, but to me, it was my escape from a world of frustration. It was
my porthole to the erotic thoughts hidden deep within my mind.
I removed my khaki's and dingy polo shirt with the bar's logo carefully embroidered into it and
tossed them in the hamper. I pulled off my bra and threw it on the floor next to me. Sitting
down in my chair, I pulled my pink, lacey panties down my thighs to my feet and let them slowly
fall to the floor.
The lights in my 5th floor apartment were off and I sat stationed in front of the huge, bay window
at the far end of my bedroom. As I looked through the window, I noticed a light flick on in the
apartment building across the street from mine. He was right on time, as he was every night.
I watched him enter his bedroom, his tall, average body pulling in a new date for the evening.
The blond bombshell was giggling while he kissed her neck and removed her white, satin blouse.
My eyes fixed on the both of them, my hand trailed down my stomach and onto the wetness between
my legs. I slowly opened my lips with my thumb and index finger as he licked down her chest,
taking each of her big, full breasts into his mouth. Her head flung back in pleasure and a soft
moan escaped my lips.
My neighbor had it all planned out. Every night he would bring home a new beauty and seduce her
in ways I could only wished to be seduced. The first night I watched him, I blushed and laughed
under my breath. I was almost ashamed for being so damn nosey. I felt like some sick peeping
Tom getting kicks by watching him fuck that girl, but then something unusual happened. Something
that at first, frightened me, but also turned me on. Now, watching him had become part of my
nightly ritual; an absurd, much needed tension releaser I had grown addicted too.
 Her
nipples were hard and I could tell she was as aroused as I was. My index finger was slowly sliding
over my hardened clit while I watched them, fascinated by how much of a lover he was.
He had her skirt pulled up so her tight, round ass was shinning in the moonlight. His hand was
where my hand was, between her thighs. Here face was distorted in pleasure, I could almost hear
her crying out with lust.
Her body hot and my pussy dripping, he laid her back on his king sized bed and stood before her,
removing his dark slacks and black turtle neck. She just lied there peering up at him and licking
her lips out of urgency.
I worked myself faster, my sloppy wetness coating my fingers. I slid two fingers inside of myself
and brought them in and out of me.
My legs were propped up on the ottoman in front of the chair and my knees were in the air so
I could spread my thighs as far as they could reach.
Getting on her knees on the bed, she sat in front of his swollen muscle. She looked up at his
brown eyes and slipped his cock between her pouty, red lips. His eyes closed while she slowly
sucked his cock, her mouth sliding from head to shaft, her saliva coating it like relish on a
hot dog. He put his hands on the back of her head and pressed himself further down her throat.
She didn't even gag. This woman was talented.
By the expression on his face I could tell he was getting excited. As he always did, he pulled
himself from her mouth and crawled over her, forcing her to lye back on the bed. Parting her
thighs, he moved his mouth down to her pussy and licked it with one, long, even stroke of his
tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I moaned as I watched him perform. His lips were crazy against hers.
He nibbled her clit like a pro and probed her moist hole with his fingers. She opened her mouth
and closed her eyes tightly. She was cumming.
I was so close to doing so myself, but I had to slow down and wait for that perfect moment. I
pulled my fingers from inside my pussy and ran my juices over my clit. I took my free hand and
pinched one of my pink nipples, which was harder than a rock from all of the stimulation taking
place across from my bedroom window.
 Lifting
his head from between her dainty legs, the dark haired stranger licked across her trimmed bush
and up her stomach until his cock was perfectly positioned over her juicy cavern. I observed
in awe. His long, perfect dick slid inside of her slowly.
Gently, he rocked back and forth over her, her legs around his ass and his tongue rolling over
her supple neck. He was getting close.
I tickled my wetness faster. My breathing had grown from long, settle breaths into short hard
ones. I could feel my hot cum oozing down my ass and onto my favorite chair.
The stranger's gentle strokes now became rapid. Her mouth would open and shut over and over again,
pleasurable moans escaping her lips. Pounding her, he opened his mouth widely, the canines he
had kept a secret from each of his unsuspecting victims were on their way to her neck. His cock
was bouncing inside her and ready to explode. He couldn't hold back any longer. Without hesitation,
he bit into her, sucking the life out of her while his spunk oozed beneath her small belly.
My eyes rolling back in my head, my clit tightened and my clit jumped.
"Yes!" I screamed, my orgasm at full force, my legs shaking, my fingers overflowing
with my juice. We both finished together, him and I in two totally separate buildings.
I opened my eyes and looked over at him. He was kneeling over his corpse with a grin on his face.
I licked myself from my fingers and just watched him glow out of the satisfaction from a full
belly and a great sexual encounter. Then, something I had never expected happened. He turned
his head and with his eyes fixed on mine, he smiled at me. Blood dripped from his lips while
his eyes tore into mine.
How could he have seen me? My Apartment was pitch black.
Had he noticed me before?
I quickly stood up and pulled down my blinds. My once relaxed body was now tense and frightened.
I checked the locks on my door and went to bed, hoping he didn't see me, hoping it was just some
strange coincidence that he just happened to be looking in my direction.
The next day I watched some boring day time television and got ready for another long night at
the bar. That evening I jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, leaving
my long, curly hair wet against my shoulders. I went into my kitchenette and made my self a glass
of juice, then heard a rapping at my door.
 Going
to the door, I looked out of the peephole and noticed no one. I waited for another knock, but
heard nothing. Slowly I opened the door and peered out of it. Whoever it was had vanished. I
started to close it then noticed a small, white envelope on the ground. Reaching down, I picked
it up and brought it inside.
I sat down in my chair and opened it and pulled out a single piece of paper. It read:
Meet me for dinner tonight. I will make all of your erotic nightmares come true. Swing by when
you get off work.
I folded the piece of paper and smiled. Maybe tonight wasn't going to be so bad after all.
I got dressed and went to work at the bar one final time.
(c) Stephanie Simpson-Woods. All Rights Reserved
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