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WindowsI hated to admit it but I loved the way a simple look from him turned me into a stuttering teenage girl. I loved the way his voice could make me blush as if I hadn’t been fantasizing about what I’d like him to do to me – or perhaps because of the images that came to mind. Maybe that’s why I did what I did that night. Maybe that’s why I didn’t stop to think – I just did what I was told.We’d been flirting all night long but with our eyes and our words only. I knew he was following me as I walked to the car after work, and the sway in my hips encouraged him. I “accidentally” dropped my keys as I reached the car and, with my back to him, bent over from the waist to pick them up. I knew he was directly behind me when I stood up, his knee grazing the inside of my thighs.“I wanted to make sure you were safe,” he said. “A woman alone at night can be an easy target.”I turned to face him and said “Thank you.” Our bodies were so close I could smell his body heat.“Do you feel safe?” he asked, his breath hot in my ear. “Say the word and I’ll go.”I shook my head. “Don’t go.”“I want you,” he said, “and I’m pretty sure you want me, too.”I couldn’t speak, overcome with a shyness I couldn’t explain.As he leaned over and gave me a slow, long, wet kiss that made me breathless, I involuntarily dropped my keys again.“Seem halkalı escort to be having a hard time holding onto these,” he said as he bent down to retrieve them. He didn’t stand up right away. I felt his fingers behind my knees and they traced a path up the insides of my thighs. I stopped breathing, hoping only that he would touch me. And then his fingers were there; first touching me through the damp fabric of my panties, and then slipping under the elastic. As his finger explored the folds of my most sensitive place, he stood slowly. His chest brushed against my nipples that protruded through the thin fabrics of my bra and tank top. His lips were on mine again and his tongue teased me as I reached out for more. His finger was inside me, his thumb barely flickering over my clit, and all I could think was “more.”Then suddenly, it was all gone, and I was leaning against my car, the breeze cool against the dampness between my thighs.“This is it,” he said. “I have loved every minute of the talk, the teasing, the games. Follow me home and I will guarantee the fulfillment of every fantasy you’ve ever had. Or drive to your own home and it ends here and now.”With that he turned around and walked down the street şişli escort to his car. The lights came on as he got in and then started the car. Before I could think about it, I jumped in my car and followed close behind as he drove down the street.“I came,” I said as I got out of my car.“Already? But I’ve hardly touched you yet,” he said, a smirk spread across his face.Then, right there in the parking lot, with dozens of windows facing us, he picked me up and set me on the hood of my car. He leaned me back and pinned my hands over my head.“Do you trust me?”I nodded yes.He pulled my tank top up to my neck, one hand still holding my hands over my head in a firm grip. Then he pinched my nipples through my bra. I squirmed, knowing that anyone could be watching out of their window. He raised my bra so that my breasts were exposed. My nipples stood erect in the cool breeze. He stood back, just looking. I knew someone could have been watching, enjoying a rare voyeuristic moment – and it turned me on immensely. Finally, he lowered his head to one breast. I moaned as he teased my nipple with his teeth, careful not to touch it with his tongue.After giving anyone who happened to be at their window the chance to view my vulnerability, he pulled me up and led me sarıyer escort to the elevator. In the elevator, he removed my panties, letting the palm of his hand graze against my swollen sex. I ground my clit into his palm, wanting him to do something, anything, but resisting the instinct to be so brazenly demanding.He finally led me down the hall to his apartment. Inside, he brought me directly to his bedroom. It was a large room, sparsely furnished with a large wall to ceiling window that faced the opposite side of his u-shaped apartment block. He turned on all the lights and then came to stand behind me. I’d been looking out the window, so now we were facing outside.“You were really turned on outside weren’t you?” he asked.“Oh, yes.”“You know, anyone could have been watching out their window.”“Um hmmm…”“That turned you on, didn’t it? You loved the idea that someone could have been watching you laying on the hood of the car, watching you nipples grow erect as I pinched and nibbled on them.”Shyly, I admitted something I had never even admitted to myself before. “Yes, it turned me on to think that I might have been seen.”“I’m glad to hear you say that,” he said as he removed my top, “because you know,” and removed my bra, “my good friend lives in the apartment right over there.”He cupped both breasts in his hands and teased the hardened points between his fingers.“He usually gets home around this time of the night. His chair faces the window. He likes to sit there in the dark after he gets home and have a smoke and a beer before he goes to bed. He says that it’s fascinating what you see at night when you sit in the dark and look out your window.

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