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Walnut Street Memories: The Window
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Walnut Street Memories: The Window After a long week at school, my body screamed for a hot bath and lotion rub down like never before. I turned the answering machine on for the night not wanting to be disturbed that evening with the exception of my "special" caller. I gathered my bubble bath, candles, and blue terry cloth robe heading for the bathroom. The hot steaming water pulsating on every inch of my body stimulated me to the point of awakening me. Needless to say, I was tired as hell and needed some sleep. After a month of getting only three to four hours of sleep per night due to finals week, this particular Friday it was imperative that I got sufficient rest for a change.  Although, instead of intensifying my need for sleep, the hot bath woke me up. So naturally, I gave into being awakened. I stepped out of the bathtub feeling the cool air from the hallway swirl around my body as I reached for the robe. Before closing the robe, I took a closer look at the front of my body in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. For some reason, I noticed every blemish, every birthmark, and every beauty mark on my body. As my hand caressed my body smoothing out my skin, I also noticed how soft and gentle my body had become over the years. Droplets of water ran racing down my body from the neck to the toes. The cool air now in the bathroom made my big dark nipples hard. With both hands, I cupped my breasts admiring the 36C size I never thought I'd be many years ago as a . I took some time drying my red hair with the blow dryer. I noticed my legs and considering shaving them along with my pussy, most men enjoy a clean shaven woman down there...  I stood to the side to take a look at the profile of my ass, which had definitely developed over the years. My trips to the gym have made it round, tight, and wide enough for a good spanking, which I also realized I hadn't had in a long time. Damn! How I needed a good spanking. I took my yearning for a good spanking, my cold wet body, and went into the bedroom. I grabbed my plumtree-scented lotion from the dresser and stood in front of the mirror. Slowly, I took my robe off. Purposely, I pulled back one side of the curtain of my window and opened the window slightly to let in more rushes of cool breeze on my body. I squeezed a large amount of the lotion into my hand and rubbed both hands together. I began to evenly distribute the lotion over the front of my body starting at the neck working down to my chest. I took special care to go slowly over my breasts gently pulling on my nipples creating more wetness between my legs. I felt him looking at me from across Walnut Street. One of my neighbors named Jimmy, with whom I've become acquainted with ever since he moved into the big house over a year ago. I guess, one could call this situation a weekly routine of sorts. Every Friday without fail, when I finished my shower and began to lotion down my body with the window open, Jimmy would be in his bedroom with his window open across the street watching me as I watched him. We hardly paid attention to the cars going up and down our residential street as we admired each other's bodies from afar. I always started caressing my body facing my mirror giving him a profile view of my body. In my own way, I would pretend as if I didn't notice him watching me through his window. His body was average - 5'10", somewhat solid body, wide shoulders, smooth tanned skin tone, and a small potbelly from all those beers he enjoyed with friends on weekends. He has a healthy 7 and a half inch cock with a slight bend to the left. I think it comes from jerking off so much. Yeah, his cum tasted pretty good too. And his tongue~! Oh god I'm getting wet again........ We went out on a few dates together, yet we discovered the distant fucking we did to each other to be much more fascinating and by far, more stimulating than the conversation we generated during dinner at the local Applebee's restaurant or at the University Center Grill. Suddenly, I was about to<b> touch my pussy </font></b>with my hand covered in lotion he disappeared from the window. Frustrated, I brought my hands up to my face wondering where he went all of a sudden. Then, I heard my cordless phone ring. I ran to phone panting as I answered it, "Hello?" "I didn't tell you to stop touching yourself, did I?" "Huh? Jimmy?" "Yes, it's me. Get your ass back to the window with the phone! Now!" He demanded. "Ok," I smiled. "That's not how you address me, is it?" "I'm sorry. I mean...yes sir." "That's better." Our beds were positioned at our respective windows luckily, so it was easy for me to get on the bed while he watched me. He directed me in a dominant fashion that I enjoyed so much. Sexually, I had always been a little submissive. I enjoyed taking orders from a good lover who knew how to be dominant releasing both of our pleasures with equal intensity. "Stroke your pussy. Very slowly." "Yes sir," I began stroking myself as he instructed. "When was the last time you had a good spanking, Kim?" "It's been a long time, sir." "Do you have your paddle there next to you?" "Yes sir. I am always ready for you, sir." "Good girl." I saw him stroking his dick slowly, almost in time with the way I was stroking my pussy. Both of our bodies rocked back and forth to create delicious rhythmic movements for our distant fuck. "That's right, Kim. Keep stroking that wet pussy, baby." "Shit," I hissed as the sound of him calling me baby made my pussy even more wet. My body shook gently as I felt a chill crawl through my back to the front of me. I lowered my eyes for a moment to watch myself stroking. "Look up at me, Kim," he instructed. As I looked up, I saw him take his fingers and stick them in his mouth. I watched him intensely as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of his mouth. He brought his hand back down to his dick and began stroking again using his saliva as a lube. "Damn Jimmy, I want to fuck you so bad," I could barely say the words without feeling the dryness in my mouth that needed quenching from his cum. "Be patient, Kim. You know, one of these days, you will be over here letting me fuck you the way I want to fuck you. You know that, don't you?" "Yes sir." "Do you want to be over here letting me fuck you, Kim?" "Yes sir," I felt myself drawing near to climax. "You better not cum, damn it! You cum when I tell you to cum. Do you understand me?" "Yes sir." "Say it!" "I do not cum until you tell me to cum," I gasped. Oh! How I needed to cum, but I tried my best to hold off for as long as I could. I wanted to cum so badly on purpose so he would punish me the way I yearned to be punished. Therefore, I let it go all over my hand. "Mmmmmm...oh shit...I'm cumming...oh fuck...damn!" "Do it, Kim. Go ahead. Cum! I'm gonna punish you good for disobeying me. Go ahead. Let it go." I screamed so loudly into the phone. I'm sure any passersby on our street heard me, but I didn't give a damn by that time. "Pick the paddle up, Kim." "Yes sir," I grabbed for my paddle while my body shook violently. For a second, I thought I would pass out on the bed and couldn't continue. But I gathered myself to continue, because I wanted more of this kind of fuck from Jim. He was a good talker. His voice was deep, smooth, and enticing as it instructed me to do things to my own body that I secretly and openly wished for him to do to me in person some day. "Caress your ass slowly with the paddle. Feel every inch of it." "Yes sir," I panted as my heart rate came down...finally. I sighed into the phone following it with a moan. "Lift it up now," he voice became even more intense and demanding. I lifted the paddle up as high as I could in the back of me. "Now!" SMACK! "Oooohhhh shit." "Again." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Stop. Now put the paddle down. Rub your ass with your hand." I began to rub my ass slowly with my hand. "Now!" He yelled into the phone. I started to spank my ass hard and fast. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I lost count of how many times I spanked my own ass. "Oh shit, Kim , I'm cumming, baby." "Cum for me, Jimmy. Cum for me," I began to stroke my pussy again feeling myself drawing close to another powerful orgasm as I watched his body jerk harder and harder. "Oh fuck," he yelled into the phone. I watched as his cum shot out in five squirts as my own sweet juices began to flow into my hand. He winked his eye at me and blew a kiss at me. I returned the gestures. We both smiled and disappeared from our windows, yet stayed on the phone. "Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night, Kim? I've been known to make some mean lasagna. I remember you mentioning that you liked that particular dish. I would love to cook for you," Jimmy offered. "Sure. That would be nice. I'll be over tomorrow night around seven. Is that okay?" "Oh yes, it's okay. I'll see you then." "All right. Good night, luv." "Good night, baby. Sleep tight." As I hung up the phone, my thoughts raced into my first phase of sleep as I dreamed of how sweet the following night would be with him in person. The thoughts made me smile as I stroked myself into dreamland. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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5/2/2017 9:58 am |
Stay tuned and there will be more stories from Walnut Street soon.  Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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