Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Not seeing her face is part of the fucking thrill. She could be anyone at any time. We could be in the same class, live in the same building. And yet, she’ll never know I watch her. She can’t see into the room, due to the mirrored glass on the inside top half of the box, and it makes my heart race.
Her body begins to sway as the music plays through the speaker. I track every inch of her, witnessing her movements like a starved prisoner getting food for the first time in forever. I was last here two nights ago, yet I missed her—missed watching her.
She’s fluid with the beat, like water ebbing and flowing with every new direction it’s taken in. Her hands roam the planes of her body, moving up and over the tit spillage before running them into her hair and pulling on the string keeping it up. It spills around her, blanketing her slender shoulders and falling like melted chocolate down her back. It’s long, nearly reaching her ass. She uses it as an accessory—a tool in her seduction. Her body and the music are one as she lets it consume her. Rolling her head over her shoulders, she makes the waterfall of hair dance for her.
My cock strains, begging for relief.
Unbuckling my belt, I unbutton my jeans and pull my cock free. Wrapping my hand around the meaty girth, I give it a firm tug, using my thumb to rub in the liquid beading over the tip. My jacob’s ladder piercing only adds to the pleasure. I imagine the way it would rub along all the tender parts inside her, claiming her with pleasure.
My gaze moves with her, taking in everything.
Nimble fingers pull on the strings of her corset, revealing the flesh of her stomach inch by inch until it loosens over her chest. She pulls it open, revealing big, natural tits with rosy, swollen nipples, hard and in need of sucking. Her corset falls to the floor, and her hands palm her tits, giving them a squeeze. The vein in my cock pulses.
Pulling out my wallet, I pluck out another two hundred dollars and shove it in the little metal drawer at the bottom of the window. Her head snaps to the noise, but she remains still for a few seconds. I pause with her. Waiting, enticing, challenging her.
Why are you hesitating, beautiful?
I let out a relieved sigh when she walks over to the drawer, counts the money, and places it at the back of her box before turning to face the glass and dropping to her knees, parting them. I’m desperate to rip her panties away. Instead, I stand and approach the glass separating us, my cock firmly in my grip.
I watch her trace her hand down her body, disappearing into her silk panties. Her chest heaves as she touches herself. I stroke my cock, fisting it hard in rhythm with her movements, imagining what she sounds like, what those parted lips would feel like around my cock. I want to taste the mist of sweat coating her skin.
Her body begins to tremble as her fingers play with her cunt, the outline of her hand tenting her panties.
My balls draw up in warning. I’m about to come, but I need to see her.
Shoving another hundred into the box, I hold my breath as she appears to stare right into me. I pump at my cock with slow, measured strokes to stop from blowing before I’ve seen her. She brings her other hand down to drag the material of the panties to the side, and pleasure pulses through me.
Her pretty pink lips, plump and bare, glisten with arousal. She parts them with her fingers, allowing me to see her needy, flushed clit and the juices leaking from the hole I want to stuff my cock in to the fucking hilt.
A warm wave of pleasure buckles my spine. Reaching out to steady myself, I place my hand on the glass as ribbons of cum spurt out of me and decorate the window.
Fuck.
I’m obsessed.
It’s late. I’m tired as hell. And I miss my man.
Which are all the makings for a storm called John. It doesn’t matter if I rush to try to get out of here as quick as I can or stall, hoping to slip past him when it’s quiet, he’ll be waiting for me.
Tonight, I don’t have the energy for it.
I sit down on the bench in the dressing room, ignoring the buzz of the other women around me as I rifle through my purse. I’m trying to sort my head out. Disgust ripples through me, making me shudder.
This place has officially ruined me.
Sucked me into the pit of its belly and spit me out. I’m filth shoved back into the world. Ruined and dirty. No longer the fresh-faced, happy girl I once was. This place has turned me into a piece of shit.