CHAPTER 7
I take a nap and awake refreshed shortly before my alarm is set to go off. Stretching, I smile. I’m going to have mind blowing sex in just a couple of hours. And someone is going to watch. Oh shit. Someone is going to watch! This sets off a wave of nerves, and I think for a moment that I might throw up.
To calm down, I think about how empowering it felt for my neighbor to see my breasts. I was in charge. He wasn’t forcing me to do anything, and I’ll just bet he got hard while he watched. I remember the feeling of elation and hold onto that as I shower — again.
Naked and standing in front of my dresser, I start opening drawers, searching for just the right thing to wear. Michael said that it didn’t matter because the voyeur wouldn’t see anyway, but Michael will see. I don’t want to look like a slob for him.
I settle on a pink low-cut v-neck tee, another which shows off my ample cleavage and a black skort. It’s a ridiculous skirt and shorts Frankenstein marriage but comfortable, easy to drive in, and shows off my legs. Despite the weight gain, my legs are still an appealing asset.
Putting the finishing touches on my makeup, I nod at myself in the mirror, practice a smile or two then race out to my car, fiddle for a moment with the GPS on Michael’s phone, find Jack’s address, and off I go.
Miraculously, I encounter no acts of god, aliens landing on the highway in front of me, or floods of biblical proportions and arrive at Jack’s place with a few minutes to spare. Won’t Michael be pleased? Parking across the street from the brownstone, I dash up the stairs to the front door, marveling at my luck. Who finds a parking spot in Brooklyn in the middle of the night? The gods, aliens, and nature must be looking out for me tonight.
I knock on the door then notice a doorbell and ring that too. I have barely a second to smooth out my skort when my cell phone chimes. A text from Michael.
Weird.
Reading it, I smile.
The door is open. Come in and meet me in the back bedroom.
Inviting and mysterious. I’m intrigued and turned on. I open the door as a delicious chill spreads through me that tingles and reverberates in my already swelling clit.
Forcing myself not to run down the hallway, I don’t even bother to look at Jack’s décor as I rush to meet Michael. The back bedroom door is closed but not latched, and I push it open to reveal Michael sitting in a large black leather desk chair.
He nods to me as I enter. “You’re early. I like that.” He raises a hand to indicate the room. “Come in, get undressed.”
Michael’s aura hits me like a blast from a furnace. It’s only been a day since I’ve seen him, but I’ve forgotten how manly he is. Breathing in his sexy ocean scent, I quickly take in my surroundings. A window with the blinds and drapes drawn, a tall oak dresser, a closet, a king-sized bed, and two night stands that match the headboard and dresser. The sheets are black. Satin. Fancy.
“Come on, Kim. Get undressed,” Michael says again from where he eyes me from his chair. For a second, I want to get sassy and tell him to get undressed too, but I keep my mouth shut.
I hang my handbag from the closet doorknob, kick off my shoes, then turn back to face him. This is the moment of truth. I lick my lips in anticipation, meet Michael’s eyes, then strip off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. He doesn’t move or say a word, so I reach behind my back, unclasp my bra, and let that slide to the floor too.
I sigh as my breasts are released and lift them up playfully as I stretch my arms above my head. Michael still says nothing, but his eyes are bright and lust filled, and I feel my nipples harden. Watching him as he watches me, I slide my fingers underneath the waistband of my skort and step out of it as it pools around my ankles.
Nothing left now but my panties, and I pause for a moment, luxuriating in Michael’s hawkish, lust filled gaze. It penetrates me to my core and results in dampness between my legs that I can’t wait for him to lap up.
A little moan of need escapes my lips as I frantically tear off my panties and stand before him for his inspection. I even do a little dance, spinning in place to show myself off from all angles. Still, he says nothing, but I notice a large bulge appear at his crotch and hear a low rumble in his chest as he clears his throat.
Yeah, he wants me.
I smile and hold out my hands to him.
This, finally, brings forth more words from him. “Good girl, Kim. I’m hopeful that you are a true exhibitionist.”
I beam at his praise — what am I? twelve? — and start to walk closer to him, but he holds up a hand to halt me. “We need to discuss a few things before Jack gets home,” he says, his tone businesslike.
“Umm, okay.” I’d forgotten about Jack.
“Are you wet, Kim?” His face is inscrutable, but I can tell he’s gotten harder.
I nod with a coy smile. “Yes.”
“Good.” His eyes are glued to my tits. My nipples are gigantic now and painfully hard.
“Is that what you wanted to discuss?” I ask when Michael doesn’t say anything more. I start to dip a hand to my mound. “I could show you…?”
He clears his throat again. “No, don’t touch yourself now.” His words halt me, and I peek up at him through my lashes.
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t be able to stop myself, and I’ll fuck you before Jack gets here,” he says in a rough whisper.
“Oh,” is all I can say, but my smile widens considerably as my body contracts at his gaze.
He runs a hand through his shock of black hair, pushing it away from his eyes, taking that moment to compose himself.
“When Jack gets here, he’ll sit in this chair. Don’t look at him, don’t acknowledge him. Even when he’s here, the only two people in the room are you and me. Understand?”
“Umm, not really. I know him. I’ve spoken to him. Why wouldn’t I at least say hello?”
“Because I want you to get the full feel for what you’ll be doing for me,” he explains patiently. “After tonight, you won’t know the voyeurs, and what they want is a true, real life sex experience. They want a peek at the real thing, not what they see in movies or on TV. They don’t want to be part of the action, they just want to watch it.”
“Oh, okay, I think I understand.” I need to move, or I’ll burn to death where I stand, the desire for him to touch me drowning out almost everything else. I move to the bed and touch the soft sheets. “These are nice.”
He nods. “They’re Jack’s. He has a thing for black satin.”
“Oh,” I say yet again. Could I at least come up with a better way to start a sentence? “I thought they might be yours. A sweet little touch.”
He just shakes his head, his gaze intense, sexual, predatory.
Heat rushes to my face. “Oh god. I need Jack to get here like, right now!”
That elicits a brief smile. “I have high hopes for you, Kim. Now, one more thing.” I try to concentrate, really I do. “The voyeur doesn’t want to be part of the action, as I mentioned, but this is still a show we’re putting on. It’s a delicate balance, and not everyone can pull it off well.”
He pauses and stares at my breasts again, distracted. I slowly bring my hands to the underside of each breast, watching him, teasing him as I lift them up, gently squeezing before flicking my thumb over each ripe nipple.
“Kim…” His voice catches. “Stop…” I don’t stop, just continue to rub my nipples in slow circles. Michael clears his throat, adjusts his hardened cock in his pants and runs a hand through his hair, then rubs his jaw. I smile, loving his discomfort. “Kim…” His tone is a low warning growl this time, and I sigh, abruptly dropping my hands. They bob and jiggle back into place. Michael watches for a moment more, transfixed before getting back to business. “There will be times when you might exaggerate your movement or enunciate more clearly than you would otherwise. Things like that. Understand?”
I nod. “I understand. But couldn’t we just have a little foreplay now? Please, just a little?” I beg, desperate for his touch.
“Jack’s not here yet,” Michael replies with a devilish grin that sends a bolt of electricity to my core. It throbs painfully. Just as I don’t think I’ll be able to stand much more, a door slams.
“Oh, thank god,” I utter, and Michael laughs.
“My little exhibitionist needs a good fucking, doesn’t she?” he asks, and I nod, feeling my pussy explode with an onslaught of fresh wetness. “In just a minute.” He stands, and I tremble, then moan with pent need as he leaves the room to meet with Jack.
Nerves mingle with need, and I shiver.
I’m about to have sex with Michael while Jack watches.