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The doorman nodded as I went through the glass doors. “You here to see Miss Collett?”
“Yes.”
He started moving towards a little counter that looked like a small reception desk in a hotel. “I’ll give her a call and let her know you are on your way up.”
I shook my head. “Don’t do that,” I said. “I want to surprise her.”
The doorman frowned. He ran his eyes over me like maybe he was looking for concealed weapons.
“It’s standard procedure. All visitors must be announced,” he resisted.
I nodded. “But I’m not a visitor,” I said. “We work together. She’s already expecting me.”
The old guy thought for a moment and must have calculated that the odds of me being an axe murderer were worth the risk of Nancy’s wrath for not letting her know I was on my way up. He nodded his head. “Sure,” he said.
I rode up to the 9th floor in the elevator and knocked lightly on Nancy’s door.
I heard the race of footsteps across the carpet and then the apartment door was flung open. Nancy’s face was flushed with delight and surprise. She was wearing makeup and perfume. She had a gown on, cinched tight around her waist.
“I wasn’t sure you were still coming,” she said in a breath.
She held the door open for me. I stepped across the threshold and pushed the door shut. I noticed an open book on the sofa and there was soft music playing in the background. The lighting was subdued. Nancy drifted across to a stereo and shut the music off. She touched at her hair and then smiled at me with genuine pleasure and relief.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she admitted shyly. “The thought of you – of the way you treated me last night – it haunts me. I can’t tell you how excited I am right now… Master.”
She was talking, and I could see she was nervous. I hadn’t uttered a word and she felt compelled to fill the silence. I watched her with dark predator eyes, stalking her like prey.
“Take off the gown.”
Nancy’s smile faltered into silence. She tugged obediently at the cord around her waist, and then slid the fabric off her shoulders. She was wearing powder blue panties and bra. She stood self-consciously while I took my time gazing at her. She was a stunning woman – older than most I had trained – but still retaining the lithe toned curves and contours of her body. She lifted her chin slowly until our eyes met.
“The balcony,” I said.
She turned on her heel in a daze and went towards the glass doors. I followed her. The night was cool and a breeze flattened my shirt against my chest. I saw Nancy shudder, and I wondered if she could feel the cold, or sense the delicious anticipation.
She stood against the waist-high balcony wall. I came up behind her and unfastened her bra. She spasmed at the touch of me – her shoulder blades cleaved together for an instant and then relaxed. The breeze tugged at the tendrils of her hair. I slipped the straps of the bra down her arms and held it dangling from my fingertip.
Nancy’s nipples drew into hard little buds.
I dropped the bra – let it fall away into the dark night. Nancy gave a little gasp of shock and then her body became rigid. I caressed her arm, let my fingers tease across her chest until I had the weight of one breast cupped in the palm of my hand. Nancy wavered. I felt her body press back against mine.
“Now the panties,” I said.
She nodded her head without hesitation. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband and tugged them down her thighs. She scooped the lace up and handed it to me. The panties were damp. I held them out over the balcony railing. They fluttered in the breeze for a moment and then went sailing down into the darkness.
“No lingerie from now on,” I said. My voice was a deep rumble, close to her ear. “From now on, you will present yourself to me completely naked. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Master,” Nancy said. She choked down a breath of air in a tense gulp.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs.”
Nancy shuffled her feet apart and clung to the rail as if to brace herself. I trailed my hand along the inside of her thigh until my fingertips brushed across the heat of her pussy. She sobbed – the sound escaping her as if impossible to contain. She began to tremble. I could feel her legs begin to shake. I ran my fingers over the nub of her clit until they were slick with the wetness of her arousal, and then pushed them deep inside her.
Nancy groaned. Her body locked into a kind of sexual seizure. I slid my fingers deeper inside her and held them there, feeling her muscles clamp and contract with a rhythmic pulse.
“Look at the apartment complex across the road,” I whispered. “Can you see all the lights on?”
Nancy bit her lip. “Yes,” she gasped.
“Someone might be standing at their window right now. Someone might be watching us right now – it could be a couple at their window, and they’re watching you, Nancy.”
She made another sound of strangled arousal. The soft light from the interior of the apartment haloed our figures, and there was a sky full of stars around a golden moon. Nancy lifted her head and I saw her searching the square patches of light from each window in the building across the street.
“Maybe the couple is touching each other. Maybe the man is finger-fucking his girl right now the way I am teasing you. Or maybe it’s a man – a lonely man watching us, slowly stroking his cock as he stares at you and the way your breasts are swaying on display.”
“Yes!” Nancy hissed. I felt the sudden tight clench of her pussy around my probing fingers and she reeled on her feet. She pushed down against my hand, still clinging to the rail and using it for leverage.
I unzipped my jeans.
“Reach back and stroke my cock,” I told her in a harsh whisper. “Pleasure me until I feel like fucking you.”
Nancy’s fingers were frantic. She was grinding her hips, rocking her body to enhance the sensations between her thighs. She stroked me in a series of sharp urgent pulses and I felt myself swell between her fingers.
I eased my cock against her pussy. Nancy shuddered, then paused. She was desperate to feel me inside her, but not daring to move without instruction. I kept her waiting for long drawn out seconds.
“Your mystery man will be so hard by now,” I teased. “He would be slowly stroking himself, trying to draw out the pleasure. Maybe he’s waiting – waiting until he sees you throw back your head and scream with your release before he comes – maybe he’s aching to come with you…”
I lunged with my hips and my cock slid deep inside her with a single stroke. Nancy’s mouth fell open and she sighed. I dug my fingernails into the smooth flawless flesh of her back and scraped them down her spine, setting off a shock of electric tingles so that she arched her body and pushed back onto me until we were locked together around a rush of her wet arousal.
“Oh, god…!” it was a tortured sob – a mixture of desire and relief. Nancy slowly swiveled her hips until the length of me filled her completely.
“Now fuck me,” I hissed. “Slowly. Give your mystery man the show of his life. Let him know what a sexy submissive slut you are. Think about him watching us as you grind on me… and then let him hear you scream when you explode.”
Nancy grunted – and then tensed the muscles in her arms and shoulders. She lowered her head, staring down into the dark void, and then gradually she began to impale herself on my cock – each slide of her body along the length of my shaft an exquisite torture of arousal and concentration.
I did nothing to help. I stood with my legs braced and I gripped lightly at her hips. Nancy was going to earn her orgasm.
She used the railing as leverage, gripping so tight and pushing with her arms that her knuckles began to turn white. She was gasping and moaning with every lunge until her legs began to weaken into an uncontrolled tremble.
She was nearing the edge – teetering precariously on the brink of explosive relief. I snatched at a handful of her hair and pulled her head u
p so that the world could see her face twisted in ecstasy.
“Come for me!” I snapped, “And cry out so everyone knows.”
Nancy gasped. Her lungs filled with air and then the sound of her climax was driven from her in a ragged series of primal groans and rasping sobs. Her body convulsed. Her knees collapsed.
I held her upright as the waves of her orgasm flailed at her and then – when her body went soft and she was barely able to stand – I carried her in my arms to the bedroom…
When I stepped out of the elevator two hours later I had a duplicate key to Nancy’s apartment in my hand, and the scent of her sex, like cologne on my clothes. The old doorman was waiting for me. He had his hands bulged deep in his pockets. I nodded cordially and headed for the double glass entry doors.
“What kind of work do you do?” he called to me suddenly.
I stopped and regarded the man. “I’m a radio announcer,” I said.
“At Miss Collett’s radio station?”
“Yes.”
The doorman made a surprised face. “Really?” his eyes were twinkling within a fine web of wrinkles. “So she’s your boss, right?”
