Thursday, March 26, 2015
The Window
He was two floors up and one row of apartments over when he first recognized those long lean legs of hers dangling from the patio chair. It had been five years since he had seen her. That was the last time they said good bye. There had been many good-byes and he thought they would keep dangling like her legs were now over the chair. But he soon found after weeks had gone by she was serious that time and she was gone for good.
She had been his first long term dom. Three years he served her and thought it would never end. But her job changed locations and she needed to move away. Now standing at the window watching her in a routine he was familiar with he knew plans had changed and here she was back in her old building. Did she think he had moved away also? Had she even tried to look him up? She always loved that bottom floor apartment that over looked the courtyard. The exposure from the morning sun warming her bare legs.
He felt paralyzed at the window as he watched her set her laptop on the patio side table and pull it close to her chair. It's where she loved to sit and write on warm sunny mornings.
Images of being there with her, sitting at her feet reading as she spun her erotic tales started to flood his thoughts. Memories of her reaching down to him every now and then to run her fingers through his hair. Pulling his head closer to her legs and wrapping them around him. Him slowly moving up kissing her inner thighs as he traveled. Knowing between her writing and the sensations he was giving her she was lost in her story.
Standing there against the window his cock grew as he remembered her smell, her taste and her touch. How her voice sounded, her moans increased and her breath became staggered when he buried his head against her mound, his tongue lapping and teasing her folds. "Gently boy." She would whisper to him. The tapping of her fingers on the keys would begin to slow until he felt her lean back in her chair, her hands now circling his head. "Fuckkkkk", softly falling from her lips.
He realized he was leaning against his window, his left hand around his dripping cock. The thought of quickly getting dressed and going to her was stopped as he heard her laughter flow up from her patio. He saw a hand reaching towards her, handing her a cup. The frame of a young man appeared and knelt beside her at her feet.
He watched as she wrapped her legs around him and felt an explosive orgasm rush through him imagining it was him there once again.
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