Room With A View
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
14,556
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Room With A View
Hey all, this is my third erotica attempt. It was going to be much longer, including some F/M/M and some F/F but I thought it best to leave it for the (possible) next chapter. Hope you enjoy it, please review. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed my '...for I have Sinned.' It still remains my favourite.
xox
ROOM WITH A VIEW
She lay in bed, bored, flicking through her favourite erotic fiction website on her laptop computer. Nothing was doing it for her today. She'd read pretty much everything she cared to, and the ones she'd already read lost most of their effect when she read them again. Her hand played idly with her labia, not really motivated enough to go any deeper. She needed entertainment. She needed to get off.
A buzzsaw screeched through the window from next door. For the last few months a house had been under construction - right outside her bedroom window. It was annoying, to say the least. They started at eight, even on weekends, which she savoured as her blessed sleep in days after a weeks worth of work.
As a hammer chimed in to the buzzsaw, she gave a slow, sly smile. An idea popped into her head. She slipped off her pyjama pants. Her shirt was already discarded - she didn't like to sleep with one on. She was now clad only in a small pair of black cotton panties and postitioned herself on the edge of her bed, facing the window, and pulled the curtains aside.
It took a few moments for any of the three construction workers to notice her. She did nothing as she waited, cocking her head to the side and studying her soon to be audience. One was quite young - mid twenties, and was working the hammer. He was quite cute, in a boyish way. Another was older, in his forties. He was nothing special. Not all that attactive, but not ugly either. The other, the one on the buzzsaw she couldn't see. He was facing away, bent over. Ah well. She'd see him soon enough.
Within a few moments, the youngest looked up and opened his mouth to speak to the older one when he caught sight of her. His mouth stayed open, but he didn't say anything. The older continued with his work, not noticing that his friend had gone bug eyed.
Deciding to begin her show for him, she smiled at him, raising her hands to her breasts. They were not large, but they were shaped well. She cupped them in her hands, pulling them upwards and massaging her dark nipples with her thumbs. She pushed her breasts together, still massaging them. Her nipples were now erect. She let them go briefly, sucking on her thumbs and rubbing them over her nipples. She then raised them again and blew gently. They grew harder to the point of pain. She grabbed them between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze, letting out a loud moan of pleasure.
The glass on her windows was thin. When the builders spoke, she heard every word. The effect must have been the same both ways, as the older one looked around at the sound of her moan. He removed his saftey glasses and stared at the beautiful woman beyond the glass.
She winked at him, now removing one hand from her beast to travel down her tanned stomach to linger at her panties. She began to stroke herself up and down outside the fabric, her fingers light and gentle. The two mens eyes followed the finger, up and down. Up and down. She began to rub harder, her fingers digging in through the thin cotton. She drew them up and away from between her legs, then replaced them underneath the panties. The younger man groaned in prtoest. He wanted to see, but she didn't allow him. Her fingers entered her moistening pussy, rubbing her clit hard to speed up the process. The men only saw her knuckles working through the white fabric. The older man was stroking himself in time to her fingers. Her hips began to buck towards her hand, grinding against herself when she saw, with astonishment, that the third builder had come to the window. It was a woman, and she gazed upon the writhing woman with open desire, her hand fondling her own breast.
Impressed with her new audience member, she decided to stop and try something different. She removed the sticky hand from her panties and reached into the drawer beside her bed, removing a long green vibrator. Standing up, she slowly pulled her panties down, kicking them away, and sitting down on her bed again. She sat with legs closed for a moment, taunting them, using the vibrator against her nipples, then sucking on it, pushing it into her mouth and withdrawing it slowly. The younger builder took this oppertunity to simply undo his pants and remove his dick, wrapping his hands around its moderate size.
Smiling seductively, she opened her legs wide, revealing herself to the builders. The woman builder sighed with delight, her hand lingering at the top of her work pants. Taking her vibrator, she switched it to the highest speed and held it against her clitoris, feeling the waves of heat spread through her body. She gasped, her breathing becoming erratic as she positioned it at her entrance and then eased it inside, until it was wholly in. Just as slowly, she pulled it back out. Then slowly in. Pulling it out again, she felt like she was about to explode. Her hips kept bucking subconsiously towards the vibrator. Her body screamed out for release. Once the vibrator was wholly out again, she made eye contact with the woman, grinned, and slammed it back inside her cunt with desperate force. In and out she slammed it, her hips thrusting wildy and no longer caring about the audience outside, she fell back on the bed and continued to thrust it inside her, her hand pulling at her breast as she gasped and moaned loudly, desperatley. She was there. Her world exploded in a flash of white light and she slumped, gasping, onto her side. She lay still with her eyes closed for a long while, the vibrator still inside her and sending pleasant little shockwaved through her body.
Opening her eyes, she looked for her audience. They stood at the window, panting. Each of them had their hands in their pants, save for the youngest whom apparently had his pants in his hands. She smiled at them, waved, and closed the curtains again. She heard the cries of protest through the window, but ignored them, flopping down onto her bed for a nap. As she was drifting off to sleep, she heard the buzzsaw and hammer start up again. She smiled, then snuggled up to her pillow.
xox
ROOM WITH A VIEW
She lay in bed, bored, flicking through her favourite erotic fiction website on her laptop computer. Nothing was doing it for her today. She'd read pretty much everything she cared to, and the ones she'd already read lost most of their effect when she read them again. Her hand played idly with her labia, not really motivated enough to go any deeper. She needed entertainment. She needed to get off.
A buzzsaw screeched through the window from next door. For the last few months a house had been under construction - right outside her bedroom window. It was annoying, to say the least. They started at eight, even on weekends, which she savoured as her blessed sleep in days after a weeks worth of work.
As a hammer chimed in to the buzzsaw, she gave a slow, sly smile. An idea popped into her head. She slipped off her pyjama pants. Her shirt was already discarded - she didn't like to sleep with one on. She was now clad only in a small pair of black cotton panties and postitioned herself on the edge of her bed, facing the window, and pulled the curtains aside.
It took a few moments for any of the three construction workers to notice her. She did nothing as she waited, cocking her head to the side and studying her soon to be audience. One was quite young - mid twenties, and was working the hammer. He was quite cute, in a boyish way. Another was older, in his forties. He was nothing special. Not all that attactive, but not ugly either. The other, the one on the buzzsaw she couldn't see. He was facing away, bent over. Ah well. She'd see him soon enough.
Within a few moments, the youngest looked up and opened his mouth to speak to the older one when he caught sight of her. His mouth stayed open, but he didn't say anything. The older continued with his work, not noticing that his friend had gone bug eyed.
Deciding to begin her show for him, she smiled at him, raising her hands to her breasts. They were not large, but they were shaped well. She cupped them in her hands, pulling them upwards and massaging her dark nipples with her thumbs. She pushed her breasts together, still massaging them. Her nipples were now erect. She let them go briefly, sucking on her thumbs and rubbing them over her nipples. She then raised them again and blew gently. They grew harder to the point of pain. She grabbed them between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze, letting out a loud moan of pleasure.
The glass on her windows was thin. When the builders spoke, she heard every word. The effect must have been the same both ways, as the older one looked around at the sound of her moan. He removed his saftey glasses and stared at the beautiful woman beyond the glass.
She winked at him, now removing one hand from her beast to travel down her tanned stomach to linger at her panties. She began to stroke herself up and down outside the fabric, her fingers light and gentle. The two mens eyes followed the finger, up and down. Up and down. She began to rub harder, her fingers digging in through the thin cotton. She drew them up and away from between her legs, then replaced them underneath the panties. The younger man groaned in prtoest. He wanted to see, but she didn't allow him. Her fingers entered her moistening pussy, rubbing her clit hard to speed up the process. The men only saw her knuckles working through the white fabric. The older man was stroking himself in time to her fingers. Her hips began to buck towards her hand, grinding against herself when she saw, with astonishment, that the third builder had come to the window. It was a woman, and she gazed upon the writhing woman with open desire, her hand fondling her own breast.
Impressed with her new audience member, she decided to stop and try something different. She removed the sticky hand from her panties and reached into the drawer beside her bed, removing a long green vibrator. Standing up, she slowly pulled her panties down, kicking them away, and sitting down on her bed again. She sat with legs closed for a moment, taunting them, using the vibrator against her nipples, then sucking on it, pushing it into her mouth and withdrawing it slowly. The younger builder took this oppertunity to simply undo his pants and remove his dick, wrapping his hands around its moderate size.
Smiling seductively, she opened her legs wide, revealing herself to the builders. The woman builder sighed with delight, her hand lingering at the top of her work pants. Taking her vibrator, she switched it to the highest speed and held it against her clitoris, feeling the waves of heat spread through her body. She gasped, her breathing becoming erratic as she positioned it at her entrance and then eased it inside, until it was wholly in. Just as slowly, she pulled it back out. Then slowly in. Pulling it out again, she felt like she was about to explode. Her hips kept bucking subconsiously towards the vibrator. Her body screamed out for release. Once the vibrator was wholly out again, she made eye contact with the woman, grinned, and slammed it back inside her cunt with desperate force. In and out she slammed it, her hips thrusting wildy and no longer caring about the audience outside, she fell back on the bed and continued to thrust it inside her, her hand pulling at her breast as she gasped and moaned loudly, desperatley. She was there. Her world exploded in a flash of white light and she slumped, gasping, onto her side. She lay still with her eyes closed for a long while, the vibrator still inside her and sending pleasant little shockwaved through her body.
Opening her eyes, she looked for her audience. They stood at the window, panting. Each of them had their hands in their pants, save for the youngest whom apparently had his pants in his hands. She smiled at them, waved, and closed the curtains again. She heard the cries of protest through the window, but ignored them, flopping down onto her bed for a nap. As she was drifting off to sleep, she heard the buzzsaw and hammer start up again. She smiled, then snuggled up to her pillow.