Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: pdmm@interlog.com (P. D. Michael) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.swingers,alt.sex.telephone,alt.sex.voyeurism,aus.sex Subject: A Fly On The Wall Story A Fly On The Wall by P. D. Michael The first time I saw her sitting on the concrete bench in front of the apartment I was infatuated. The sunshine shimmered off her shiny black hair and bathed her bare arms in a golden light. Two nicely rounded peaks pushed at the front of her blouse pulling the fabric tight enough to give more than a hint of the nipples beneath. A short skirt struggled to reach mid thigh on her shapely legs. She hadnıt noticed me and I walked slowly, soaking in the sights, hoping sheıd cross her legs and give me the wink of her panties as I passed. The regal tilt of her head gave the impression of someone sniffing the breeze, preoccupied and oblivious to my approach. I slowed again, expecting her head to turn at any moment and catch me looking. Her eyes were closed. From beside her, a long slender white rod rolled off the bench and rattled onto the path. It came to rest only inches from her sandalled foot. She uncrossed her lovely legs and patted the ground with her fingertips. Her gorgeous ass slid forward on the bench and her skirt rode all the way up. In her haste to retrieve the cane she kicked it and it rolled a few feet away. A grimace crossed her lips and she crouched onto her haunches, searching the ground with sweeping fingertips. She was blind. My offer to help startled her. She stood abruptly, tugging modestly at her skirt, and straightening her blouse. The thin material clung to her breasts like paint when she reached to tuck in the back. They were the nicest tits Iıd ever seen. She chatted nervously while I helped her gather up her things and we walked toward the elevators like old friends. Her apartment was on the same floor where I lived with my grandparents, and she invited me in for a cold drink. I was in heaven. I couldnıt take my eyes off of her as she moved around the apartment. Thanks to the air conditioner her nipples were poking out like thimbles. It was a treat to be able to stare at them without her knowing and being uncomfortable. My drink finished, I thanked her politely and showed myself out. On an impulse, I didnıt leave. Instead, I let her hear the door close then waited in the foyer while she made her way to the bedroom. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure she would hear it. I held my breath and watched her pass by naked on her way to the shower. No photograph Iıd ever seen matched the beauty of her naked body. The moment she was out of sight, I eased quietly out the door shaking with passion and filled with carnal intent. Let 107 A Fly on the Wall Michael Christian 1800 words Page 2 of 4 A few mornings later, I was in the hallway. Her apartment door was ajar and Copeland was coming back from the garbage chute. She was wearing a long terry robe and slippers and I knew sheıd soon be getting dressed. Without much thought I stepped into her apartment and made my way to the bedroom. It seemed like an eternity while I waited. She was cleaning up the kitchen and puttering around while I cooled my heels in a corner of the bedroom where I wouldnıt be in the way. At last she swept into the room. I held my breath as she hung up the robe. Her pajamas were short and translucent. Light from the window outlined her firm body through the cloth as my eyes followed her about the room. The shower was running in the bathroom and I could scarcely wait until she stripped. The top came off first and Copeland sat on the edge of the bed massaging her breasts. Naked, they were even more beautiful than I had thought. Their fullness exceeded what her delicate hands could contain and they spilled out of her cupped fingers like golden dough. Nipples that Iıd only seen outlined in her shirt were nicely formed and stiffened under her touch. Sculpted by exercise, her flat belly widened into firm, shapely hips. My cock, already straining at my jeans, jerked noticeably when she reached inside her pajama bottoms. She leaned back on the bed, propped on one elbow while her hand explored the place I yearned to be. The pants were in the way and she pulled them off. Lying back against the pillows she spread her legs and stretched like a pampered cat. Between her parted thighs, her graceful fingers combed lovingly through the wedge of ebony hair. Hips rising and falling in cadence with her pleasuring touch, she luxuriated in waves of compelling sensation. Each caress deepened the grip of her lust and weakened her self control. Little sounds of longing escaped her throat and an urgency overtook the movements of her belly. I had to release my cock when she moaned to an unseen lover urging him to kiss between her legs. Fingers glazed with her own liquid, she begged him for his tongue. ŒSuck my cunt,ı she pleaded. Lick my clit and let me come.ı Her hips arched up off the bed against a face that wasnıt there, and shuddered through an anguished climax. After, she fell back wasted on the bed. Silent tears trickled from her sightless eyes. Tortured sighs heaved from her naked chest. For the longest time she lay thinking while I stood bingeing on the splendor of her nakedness. Thighs strewn wide, the vista of her cunt held me mesmerized. I could think of it in no other terms with her own words still so fresh in my thoughts. It held me there long past when good sense would have had me make my retreat. At last, when she seemed to sleep, I edged silently toward the door. Dismay gripped my gut and stopped me cold when she spoke. ŒAre you leaving now?ı she asked with a calm disappointment. No words came from my fear constricted chest. The impulse to bolt, escape while I still could, blared in my thoughts. It was already too late. The sense that she already knew who I was made running away futile. I could only wait for what was next. ŒAre you naked?ı she asked matter-of-factly. ŒNo,ı I croaked, cursing myself in case she recognized my voice. She giggled at my quavering reply. ŒThen take your clothes off and come over here. I wonıt look. I promise.ı Tentatively, I sat next to her on the bed and she unbuttoned my shirt. The buckle on my jeans posed some problems for her but she managed to get it undone. Her fingers grazed my rock-hard bulge and she patted it with approval. ŒNaughty! Naughty!ı she chortled, reaching into my shorts to draw it out through the opening. Her fingers felt cool and delicate as they explored along its length. In no time my prick was straining at full distention, eager for more than just a feel. Copeland was anxious to get my underwear off and she tugged at the waistband. I pushed them down myself and her hands went immediately to my balls. She handled them like fragile eggs, weighing them gently and measuring each one between her finger and thumb. When her hand finally circled my impatient cock it was all I could do to keep from coming on her fist. A few strokes up and down and I had to take her hand away and put my mouth on hers. It was already open before our lips touched and her tongue sprang into my mouth like a striking cobra. Her thigh slid up between my legs until my nuts rested on her well turned flesh. ŒI want your cock,ı she moaned. ŒI want your cock inside of me.ı She was rubbing herself against my leg and whimpering with an uncontrollable compulsion. My leg felt wet from her humping. In my wildest dreams Iıd never imagined a woman so horny. I knew the second I was inside her I would ejaculate. But Copeland was even quicker. Her pussy jammed against my leg and her mouth opened with a shuddering gasp. ŒOh fuck. Ohh fuck! Iım coming!ı she wailed, her mound pounding against my leg and her fingers digging into my flesh. For several seconds she thrashed in the throes of her orgasm before dropping back limp and depleted on the bed. ŒIım sorry, Iım sorry,ı she muttered over and over as she panted for breath. ŒI wanted you to come. I wanted you to so badly.ı A few minutes rest was all she needed. When I slipped my penis into her she sighed with a contented smile. Her belly moved against mine in a slow sensuous dance that dragged her soft, wet tunnel up and down my cock. She loved to fuck and it showed in every joyous expression, every encouraging word, and every move of her talented ass. ³Donıt come in me,ı she begged, and I thought she was afraid of getting pregnant. Then, ŒI want to taste your come. I want to feel it shoot from your prick into my mouth.ı Her beautiful lips closed around my glistening cock and triggered the time bomb in my balls. My hands coddled the back of her head while I filled her mouth with come. She groaned as if in ecstasy and made wet, sucking noises as she milked me dry. After, we laid in each othersı arms. She told me she had been engaged for eighteen months and her lover broke it off. She still wasnıt over him and hadnıt had sex since he left her. When I began to tell her about myself she was stunned to find that I was only seventeen. She asked me if she was my first fuck and seemed disappointed when I said that she wasnıt. Her hands never stopped moving on my prick as she asked me if Iıd ever gone down on any of my girlfriends. Before I knew it, I was getting a lesson in tongue. She taught me how to lick the way a woman likes. I knew I was doing it right because her ass couldnıt stay still and she came easily and often. Throughout the summer I saw her almost every day and I stayed over with her many nights. She has a boyfriend now so I donıt get to fuck her as much. I wish I could be a fly on the all again and watch him give it to her. But this guy has two good eyes and a mean disposition. -30- Comments are most welcome. If you have any of your own work that youıd like to have someone read for an objective opinion E-mail them to me. ­ PD -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)