1. Stifling


    Date: 6/2/2016, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    the glass. It was warm and against my sweat-slickened skin, it felt clammy. Robbie undid the belt from around my hands and I heard him drop it onto the floor. The window looked out onto the street below and across the four lanes of traffic were more apartment blocks. Some lights were on and some were off. I could even see people moving about in their rooms. “They can see you too, you know,” Robbie said, as if he knew what I’d been thinking. He grasped my hands and pressed them to the glass. “Keep them there.” I felt the quick nervousness in my stomach. No-one could see me, surely. And even if they could, I’d just be a silhouette, a stranger, unrecognisable. Robbie’s foot went to the inside of my ankle, pushing my legs further apart. I thought of how crazy it was to be here. I didn’t feel like I knew anything about him anymore. The man I’d been fantasising about wasn’t the same man whose hand was slicking back and forth between my legs. I knew I was wetter than I could ever remember being and it made no sense. Maybe it was the uncertainty that turned me on. Maybe even the deep throating. Either way, I felt like I might start dripping. “Look at you,” Robbie breathed. “Less than an hour ago you were an innocent little girl at a party and now you’re totally exposed. Did you think this would happen?” I shook my head instinctively and he hummed in agreement. “People are watching you know. See that apartment there? With the window box?” He pointed it out. “There’s a guy there. ...
    He’s always watching. Binoculars. The whole thing. His cock is probably rock hard.” I swallowed hard. “You’re bluffing.” Robbie laughed. “I’m not. I once met him. He told me. Couldn’t look me in the eye, poor guy.” His fingers calmly pushed inside me. Two. Three. Four. I gasped and squirmed but he didn’t waver. His thumb pushed against my tight asshole. I swallowed hard. He pushed my legs even further apart. My palms were pressed so hard against the window, I was afraid it’d break. Robbie’s hand swept into my hair, holding it tight. “Yeah, he’s watching. Definitely. Probably wondering where I picked you up. Wishing he were me.” His thumb pressed urgently against my knot again and I sucked in a desperate breath. It was so swelteringly hot. “So you do this kind of thing a lot?” I asked. “On and off.” His fingers jammed into me hard and he held them there, stretching me wide. My clit stood out, desperate for attention. “Who was here last?” “I don’t know. Some bargirl. Whore. All of them are. Except you,” he added, almost as an afterthought. “I never thought you’d be here.” “I never knew you were like this,” I said evenly. His cock pressed against my ass and I pushed back towards him. “What did you think I was like?” “Nice. Normal.” He laughed deep in his throat. “Disappointed?” “No. I just feel like I never really knew you.” The ache inside me had reached boiling point. Unable to resist, I pulled one hand from the window and rubbed my clit hard, desperate for some kind of release. ...
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