THE WATCHER
by Meaghan Meyers
I loved coming home, a little oasis in a world of craziness. The landlord had cut me a deal on this condo since I'd been here for so long. I got the nicest condo, a break on the rent, and all I had to do was keep an eye on the laundry room and be available one night a week for the other tenants to talk to with problem-you know, leaky faucets and things.
Lissa had called these my lounge lizard clothes: a pair of ripped up old sweats cut off into shorts and an itty-bitty white undershirt that barely covered my nipples. I think that's why I liked them so much. It was so easy to myself in them. Pausing in front of the mirror, I admired my breasts in the mirror. Not too big or too small, a 34c, but they went well with my tiny waist and flaring hips. Too bad Lissa wasn't here to enjoy them any longer. After living together for 2 years she had decided to move back to Boston and get her master's degree. I couldn't blame her, I just missed her. She'd called last week and gently told me she had another lover. Some redheaded brain named Elizabeth.
Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed a beer from the nearly empty refrigerator. That was the main reason for my non-existent waist: I hated to cook, it was too much trouble to bother for one. Tired, but bored, I walked around downstairs shutting curtains. I paused at the sight of the moving van pulling up next door. Hmm, new neighbors. The VanCleef's next door had been nice people. Maybe later I'd walk over to say hi. Right now though, I had other things to attend to. I was horny. Since I hadn't had any pleasuring since Lissa had left 3 months ago, it was time I took care of that urge myself.
I went to the bedroom and spent time looking closer at my reflection. I liked what I saw: thick, naturally curly dark blonde hair just covering the tips of my breasts, peaking out from under my shirt (I'll get to the in a second), eyes so deep blue they almost look black covered with very thick eyelashes, a tiny button nose, and full full red lips. I ran my fingertips over them, remembering how much time Lissa had spent loving my lips. I watched as my fingertips slowly trailed down across my chest to trace the outline of my nipple. The end of my breasts seemed to be all nipple. I had huge, dark nipples. They are so dark in fact; they can most days be seen through my work blouses. Right now they were so sensitive they ached for some attention. My hand strayed on down across my stomach to dance across the crotch of my shorts. I quickly stepped out of them to reveal legs tanned and muscular from the daily bike ride I made across town to the gym. My fingers stopped to glaze through my sparse blonde bush covering my snatch. For all the hair on my head and eyebrows, I had next to no hair here. My clit already poked out from between my lips it was so horny.
Stepping to the bed positioned directly across from the mirror I stretched out on the bedding. Inhaling deeply I imagined I could still smell the sex from Lissa. It didn't hurt much anymore, her leaving. I understood and wished her well. I just wanted our fabulous sex back. Lying on the sheets, I began oiling my body with baby lotion kept in a warmer on the floor. Beginning with my arms I lightly rubbed and oiled the day's aches away. Switching to my legs, I raised them above my head to slick them as well. I noticed the curtains above the bed were not quite closed. Oh well, not to worry. Neighbors here didn't generally go walking around behind the apartments and John, the manager, was gone for the day. Lazily, I dripped some oil onto my breasts where it immediately pooled in the valley between. I dipped my hands into the warm, scented oil and spread it across my breasts beginning at the outside and slowly working my way inward, plying my firm mounds gently at first, soon getting more involved as my pleasure greatly increased. I had tremendously sensitive nipple, perhaps because they are so large. I wished I could fasten my mouth around them now, but would have to make due with the pleasure my hands could bring. I concentrated solely on the sensations whirling around and through me, not letting myself think about Lissa's hands. That was another chapter of my life, one I needed to put away. When I'd rolled, kneaded, pinched and twists my nipples into screaming knots of near-orgasm, I continued across my concave stomach to the center of my being. One, two tiny drops of oil mingled with the juices already sneaking out from between my love lips. I raised myself up on pillows so I could watch as my fingers began their dance at my woman-center. I was so horny I knew I could make this a fast cum, but I wanted the delay the pleasure. Beginning at the outer lips, I lightly circled my middle finger until it nestled inside, rubbing up against my already exposed clit. I pulled the lips apart so I could see the already turgid, swollen little button, throbbing with want of attention. Gently, I flicked my fingertip against it, slowly increasing the pressure until I was rubbing the ends of my fingers in a circle, pushing downward to increase the friction. I had never been much for toys to enhance our lovemaking, but Lissa sometimes liked to be penetrated and I felt the need now for such penetration. Quickly rummaging through the bedside table, I found Lissa's favorite toy at the back of the drawer buried among some of my underwear. Pulling it out, I checked the batteries tucked in the end. Yep, they still worked. I quickly oiled its five-inch length and admired how wide this black plastic cock was. Lissa seemed to need length; I needed width to stretch against the sensitive outer walls of my pussy. Maybe that's why she'd left this toy, preferring to take the longer ones for herself. Whatever, I just knew I wanted this inside me, stretching me, pulling at me.
I grazed the cock against my exposed clit, enjoying the vibrations momentarily. But that sensation was almost too much, so I lowered it to my love canal, parting my lips so I could slowly inch it into my cunt. With my left hand, I continued working the cock backward and forward, inching it deep within my depths. My right hand was busy circling and pressing against my clit. I quickly made my fingers into a little cap to surround my button, imagining they were a mouth, sucking my pleasure out through the end of my clit. My hips began bucking and twitching against the cock deep within me as I felt my insides slowly begin to tighten in anticipation of the mind-blowing orgasm I knew was coming. Tighter, tighter my insides got as moaning I threw myself over the cliff of pleasure. I thought I heard a sound just as I came, but raising my head to look quickly through the parted curtains, I didn't see anyone.
Later that evening, I was sitting on top of one of the dryers in the laundry room, languidly separating my underwear, thinking about my mind-bending orgasm and thinking I just might have to do it again later, when the door tinkled against the bell above it to announce someone entering. I looked up to see a gorgeous, unbelievable tall Nubian Goddess holding a small basket of clothing. She glanced at me, sliding her huge eyes around the room. This must be the new neighbor, or someone's lover staying over to do chores. Lucky someone. I bounced off the dryer, going over to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Marnie in 2A. Are you a new tenant here? If you need anything, come on over I'm home most afternoons."
In a deliciously accented husky voice she answered "I'm called Mim by my family. I know you're home. I watched you this afternoon through your window taking that cock into your tunnel. Need any help later?"
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or situations is purely coincidence.
Copyright 2000 by Meaghan Meyers