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The Woman Upstairs
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The Woman Upstairs by Cristiano Caffieri Johnnie Faero is a secret agent with a European covert agency, between missions he lives in a quiet old fashioned neighborhood of Strasbourg, France, where he keeps a low profile. There was a young married couple living in the apartment above Johnnie. The guy was one of those arrogant looking characters with a face that seemed to invite a knuckle sandwich but his wife – there was another story. Sometimes Johnnie got the pleasure of following her up the stairs when she’d been out shopping. The cotton dresses she wore were short and revealing and by the time he got to his door there was a bulge in his pants. As she continued up the next flight, he’d fumble with his key for a few moments, to get a last look at those long slender legs and beautifully round ass. Occasionally they’d say hello in passing but that’s as far as things went. The thing that upset Johnnie was the fact that she frequently showed signs of abuse and he could only assume her husband was responsible. He’d heard them fighting on more than one occasion but he couldn’t very well intervene – especially in his line of work. However, one morning things came to a head. A real fight broke out upstairs and there were sounds of furniture been thrown around and breaking glass. The battle continued for some time and seemed to be carried down the stairs and onto the landing outside his door. When he opened it to see what was going on he was appalled to see the man slapping his wife’s head from side to side. She was cowering up against the wall, her nose was bleeding, and there was distinct bruising around one eye. Johnnie feels compelled to keep out of other peoples problems as he can’t afford to break his cover by being called as a witness. However, this woman was taking a beating and he had no choice but to step in. The man had his back to him so he moved across the landing and applied his fingers to two pressure points in the wife abuser’s neck. The man froze instantly and tried to call out but only a hoarse croak emerged. Johnnie told him that he would let him go if he promised not to strike his wife again, as he did so he applied even more pressure and the man, gasping for breath, sank to his knees. With his eyes bulging out of his head he managed to nod his agreement and was released. He stayed on his knees for a few moments trying to catch his breath, while his wife just stared at her savior with a dazed expression on her face. Stepping back to allow her husband to get to his feet, he couldn’t help hoping that the arrogant little man would take the risk of throwing a punch. That would have given him an excuse to re-arranged the bastards face. However, realizing he had met his match, his visibly shaken adversary just grunted and started back up stairs. His wife followed him like a little sheep but did manage to turn her head and give a faint smile to Johnnie. In a situation like this he always worried that someone would file assault charges against him. Although Max, the head of the agency, of which he was a member, was always able to smooth things out. Regardless, he didn’t like get into a scrap unless it was in the line of duty. Later in afternoon he thought his worst fears had come true when a member of the Gendarme knocked at his door. He introduced himself as Michel Auber, which was an unusual way for a cop to start the conversation. As it turns out the woman upstairs was his sister. It appears she had phoned him and informed him of Johnnie’s intervention. In the end he was invited in for a glass of wine and during a twenty minute or so conversation, he related all the sordid details of the marriage. He said he had intervened on behalf of his sister from time to time but he had to be careful with being a policeman. Johnnie nodded sympathetically. Michel seemed most interested in how he had acquired the skills that his sister had described. Johnnie just told him that he’d spent some time in the military and had done quite a bit of unarmed combat training. “Well Monsieur,” he said before leaving, “You have my permission to kick my brother-in-law’s ass every time he steps out of line.” He kissed him on both cheeks and left. The following morning he saw the arrogant man go off to work as he was looking out of the window. Half an hour later he was surprised when he answered a knock on the door and found the young woman from upstairs standing there with a clothes basket. “I’m sorry to bother you Monsieur but I was wondering if I could use your dryer, mine has stopped working and I urgently need to dry a few things.” When he looked down at the basket, what she described as things, were mostly flimsy pieces of underwear. Although he was reluctant to let anyone in his apartment she had such a sweet face he could hardly refuse. His washer and dryer was in the kitchen area, normally the territory of Mrs. LaLonde, his housekeeper. He wasn’t sure if he knew how it all worked but his neighbor, who introduced herself as Emmanuelle, assured him that she did. Johnnie sat at the kitchen table while she bent over the dryer in her short skirt and he thought how nice it would be to run his hand up those very shapely legs. She obviously knew he was looking and seemed to linger in a provocative position for longer than it was necessary to throw a few things into the dryer. When she did turn around she bent the other way to pick up the basket and he could see both her tits swinging freely to and fro. Johnnie thought that even with the slight facial bruising, she was still a very pretty woman. She had beautiful brown hair that cascaded onto her shoulders, full sensuous lips and bright blue eyes. “Thank you for what you did,” she said, “I’d like to repay you if you’ll let me.” Johnnie didn’t know what she had in mind but she shuffled on her knees towards him and put her hands on his thighs. “You don’t owe me anything,” he replied, trying to be chivalrous, but at the same time hoping she was going to suck his dick. “You live here alone don’t you?” she said, looking up at him as if he was her knight in shining armor. “I do,” he stammered as her hands rubbed up and down his thighs causing his cock to harden like the Rock of Gibraltar. “It must be very lonely.” “It does get lonely,” he said, hoping to solicit as much sympathy as possible. Her hands moved towards his belt buckle and she unfastened it, still looking up at him. “I guess you have to jerk off a lot,” she said, quite forthright. “Occasionally,” he replied. “Well during the day I’m always available to suck you off,” she said, “So you don’t have to do that any more.” This sounded frighteningly like a relationship to Johnnie and that made him nervous. He even contemplated calling an end to this whole situation but one – he didn’t want to hurt the feelings of a woman already damaged by a violent husband, and two he was dying to cum. Before he could decide either way she had brought down his zipper, took out his dick and and literally plunged it into her mouth. The sudden shock made him rise up in the chair driving it even deeper into her mouth. . Emmanuelle moved her fingers gently around the base while she sucked and sucked. Sometimes she stopped for a few seconds, looked up at him and then plunged it back in again. It felt terrific, even better when she began to work it with her fingers, her lips and her tongue at the same time. Johnnie was breathing heavy and his body was tense as he felt himself cumming. She sensed what was about to happen and began to make sounds as if she was eating some kind of delicacy. When he came she kept on sucking for a while and then licked the end clean. Johnnie had saved a few maidens in distress but he’d never been repaid quite like that before. When she stood up, looking just a tiny bit embarrassed by her actions, he raised himself out of the chair and took her in his arms. As their tongues entwined he felt her warm tits press up against his chest. He lifted her up slowly and carried over to the vibrating dryer and sat her on the top of it. Johnnie rolled back her short shirt and she eased up her bum as he slipped off her panties. The shaking of the dryer seem to heighten the excitement as he put his face between her legs to seek out her sweet smelling flower. Emmanuelle ran her fingers through his hair as he slipped his tongue inside her pink petals and began to move it rhythmically with the clicking of the laundry. She gasped when he put his fingers up her skirt, gently pulled open her crack and began to lick up and down the the soft moist lips. During this time she’d slipped out of her blouse and was massaging her own tits, her eyes closed, her mouth trembling slightly. When she came, she came with a vengeance, moaning, groaning and forcing her hips forward over the edge of the dryer. It was just the right height for Johnnie to insert his dick. When he did so her body went rigid for a second and then she moved her ass as if begging him to fuck her and to do it right away. Johnnie wanted to oblige but it was so warm and wet inside, he just wanted to stay there for a while. However, she began to retract her vagina muscles. It felt as if she was sucking his dick all over again and it drove him crazy. He put both hands on her tits and he started to go in and out as the laundry kept tumbling and the dryer vibrating until he shot his load. Emmanuelle screamed out loud and threw her arms around his neck and she held him there for a while. When they had both regained their composure she told him it was the most wonderful sexual experience she’d ever had and begged him to do it again. Not wanting to be a wuss Johnnie suggested she lean on the dryer and he would shove it in from the back. She loved the idea,<b> whipped </font></b>off her shirt and leaned over the still vibrating dryer with her tits on the warm top and wiggled her ass. Johnnie decided it was time to take off his clothes and then it was flesh against flesh as he drove it into her with his hands holding on the her hip bones. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she yelled, as he rammed it into her lubricated cunt like a man possessed. She started to groan and moan and move her ass as she had her third orgasm. He still had a few strokes to go and then it was his turn to yell as he shot his load deep inside of her. Both a little exhausted they sat, still naked and had coffee afterwards. When the dryer rang she casually picked up the basket bent over the washer with her beautiful round bum sticking up in the air and took out her clothes. Her pussy was quite visible and he was tempted to drive it into her again but he thought better of it. When they said goodbye at the door she reminded him that all he had to do, when he wanted his dick sucked, was to give her a call. “You don’t necessarily have to fuck me if you don’t want to,” she said, with an impish look on her face, “I’ll be happy just to please you.” Johnnie was sure he’d want to fuck her but the opportunity didn’t arise as a few days later, Emmanuelle ran away with a man who came to fix her dryer – apparently it really was on the fritz. THE END Copyright Cristiano Caffieri 2014 |
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