by Powerone
imagination. She turned around to find James in front of her. She held the key in her hand tight, waiting to see what he would do.
James' hand slipped beneath her chin, holding her sensuous mouth up, her lips
glistening. His head moved in close, pausing just before their lips touched, teasing her, feeling her warm breath on him, her breathing rapid. He pressed his lips against hers, feeling the electricity shooting across her silky lips. He pressed his mouth harder onto her lips, his tongue moving into her mouth, her lips opening to receive it. He felt her hands move up to hug him, one hand reaching down to stop her.
He took her breath away with his kiss, his tongue snaking sensuously into her mouth,
running over her tongue until she responded. His body pressed against her, the
unmistakable bulge of his cock pushed against her. She went to hug him, finding her arms stopped by his hand, his large hand encircling her wrists in a powerful grip. He slowly stretched her arms high above her head, feeling her breasts pushing against his chest as they rose up high on her chest. He pinned her arms above her head while he kissed her, his other hand free to roam over her body. And roam it did. She felt it push inside her blouse, his warm hand exciting her bare breast as his fingers ran over her nipple. God, she could feel her nipple throb, the blood pounding in the hardened tip as his fingers pinched it. She arched her back, his hand clenching tightly on her naked breast and
squeezing, Carrie moaning. She felt pinned to the wall by his hand, his mouth crushing her, his hand taking possession of her breast.
He loved her satiny flesh, her nipple coming to erection with the slightest touch of his fingers. He pinched her nipples, harder until she moaned, arching her back, presenting her naked flesh to his hand. He never broke the kiss, as he held her pinned to the wall.
"Turn around." He pulled back from the kiss, his hands on her waist, turning her until she was facing the wall. "Put your hands up. High up and keep them there." It was an order, not a request.
She found her body facing the wall, her arms raised submissively up the wall as if he
was still holding them pinned. She put her wrists together and kept still, waiting for his next order. Was this what she was looking for? Her hair was yanked, her head swinging around until she was facing him. Her eyes began to tear up, her hair yanked too hard, feeling as if the hairs were pulling from her scalp. She opened her mouth to protest, but his lips
crushed hers, quelling her protest with a hard kiss. His hands reached around to slip into her top, finding her nipple and pinching harder this time, the pain ignited by his powerful grip, racing straight between her legs. He broke the kiss long enough for him to order her again.
"Spread your legs for me." His squeezed her breasts, one hand moving with ease from one to the other, her nipples pinched and teased while she moaned. He heard her
high heels on the porch floor, shuffling noisily, knowing that her legs were spreading wide.
He pushed his cock against her buttocks, not attempting to hide the fact that he was
masturbating his thick erection on her firm buttocks. His hands went down to her hips, pulling them back until her ass was arched unnaturally back onto his cock. "Stay like that."
She felt his cock throbbing against her buttocks, her mind remembering the way he
took Candy in her rectum last night. He pushed her back against him. This was not a
normal good night kiss. And she knew that her life would be different from now on if she continued with James. His hands slid down her hips, his large hands moving to the vee of her legs, both of them gripping her pussy as though they were lovers. He yanked his
hands up, Carrie feeling his powerful fingers slide along her slit. But she did nothing to stop him, his cock rubbing against her in mock masturbation, his fingers rubbing her pussy until she responded in kind. Would he make her cum? Her arms were still high up the wall, one of her breasts free of the top, her hard nipple rubbing against the harsh wood on the wall. He kissed her again, his tongue almost going down her throat as he held her head back by her hair. He suddenly stopped, pulling away from her. He turned her around, his hand taking her breast and gently putting it back into her blouse as if it were the most natural thing to do. He left her breathless, her body aroused.
James gave her a light kiss on her lips. "I'll see you on Tuesday." He started to walk away, but stopped and turned towards her. "I enjoy the look on your face when you're aroused."
He left her there standing for long minutes before she finally went into the house.
What just happened? She saw it as soon as she entered. A large, white envelope propped up on the table as soon as she entered the door. It wasn't there when she left. Where did it come from? Did someone come in while she was gone? She grew scared. She picked
up the envelope, ready to call James. She opened it. It read:
"I think that it is only fair that I peep on you since you did the same to me last night. If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask. At midnight, I want you to open the
drapes on the sliding glass door. Turn on as many lights as you have. Then I want you to slowly strip naked for me. I will be outside in the darkness. Just as you were last night. I want to see all of you. Intimately."
No need to call James, it was him that wrote it. He had somehow seen her last night.
Carrie thought she had hidden herself well. Maybe he heard her when she came. Her
heart was still pounding from their kiss, if that is what you could call it. He had his way with her and she had consented. Somehow, he had planted the note inside, but that wasn't her overriding concern. She looked at her watch, 11:40. She only had twenty minutes to
prepare for him. She had already decided. She raced into the bedroom, ripping open the door to her closet, looking. She finally found it, taking it off the hangers, throwing it on the bed as she quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt. She slipped her panties off, much too daring for what she had in mind. She glanced up at the clock ticking away at the precious minutes, racing to get dressed. She didn't want to be late, not sure why. She went into the living room, the clock lighting up the time. 11:59. She switched on the light, the room ablaze as if it were daylight. She went to the drapes that covered the sliding glass door, pulling the cord as they noisily opened. They slid to the side, the lights shining into the side yard. She tried to peer into the night, but she saw no one. Was James out there,
waiting for her? And who put the note in her house. Would they be watching also?
James slid deeper into the darkness when the drapes opened, the bright lights
illuminating the inside of her living room. She had done well. She had changed her
clothes. He looked at her, the lovely schoolgirl, a short plaid skirt, white button down blouse, white socks, and sneakers. He hoped that she had a pure white bra and panties
underneath the outfit. She had copied Candy's outfit, hoping to please him. He liked that she did that. His hand reached down to adjust his cock, his flesh already growing at the sight of her. She had aroused him with just her acceptance.
She stood in front of the glass, making it look like as though she was alone. She
spread her legs slightly, her hands reaching up to run up and down the buttons of her
blouse as if she were trying to decide whether or not to undress. She gave a coy look
outside before her fingers opened the first button, her hands trembling as she opened the button. Her fingers ran up and down the naked flesh revealed as the blouse pushed back, her hand reaching down to undo the next. It snapped open easier, Carrie pushing the
blouse open, her bra revealed for the first time. It was a full bra, though it still showed an ample amount of her cleavage. Her fingers slid down to the next button, almost pulling it off as she fought to open it. The next two buttons popped open, Carrie pulling the blouse from her skirt, but holding the two pieces together as if she didn't want anyone to see. She turned to the si
de, letting the blouse slip down one arm, her hand holding the material over her breasts as it slid lower and lower, off her shoulders and down her arms. She pulled one arm out, turning her back to the glass as she pulled the blouse off completely. She pushed it up against her breasts, covering them as she turned back towards the glass.
She stood in front of the window, holding the folded blouse in front of her, her white skin reflected by the bright lights, a brief glimpse of cleavage revealed as she teased him.
He was enjoying her little game. It almost looked like she was blushing when she let the blouse slip to the floor, her hands still hiding her bra encased breasts from his gaze. It looked like she was pondering the decision before her hands went to her side, revealing her lovely tits. She turned to the side, posing, thrusting her back so that her lovely tits were pushed up high. Then it was her back, Carrie looking over her shoulder coyly before facing the window again. What would she take off next?
It was almost sinful the way she did it. It was as though she was a high school girl
again, ashamed as she took off her clothes in front of the window. Knowing that someone was watching her, making it that much more exciting. Her hands went down to the hem of her skirt, her fingers gripping the edge. She spread her legs wider, her hands slowly letting the edge of the skirt caress her legs as she pulled it up higher and higher. It slid up until it was just above her panties, hoping the James got a view of her virginal, white panties.
She could feel the wetness between her legs, hoping that he wouldn't see them from the distance, ashamed at how her body was responding. She turned her back to him slowly,
keeping her skirt pulled up as she revealed her bare legs and a hint of her panties to the night. Her back was to him, letting the skirt inch higher up her ass, sure that he could see half of her cheeks pulled tightly into the panties. The panties were small, clinging to every nook and cranny of her body. She turned back to him, the skirt falling back down. Her
hands went to the side, undoing the button, the zipper sliding down easily. The skirt pulled apart, Carrie holding it up as she felt it slipping down her legs.
A lovely body, James able to make out the crack in her ass, the panties pulled tight
over her cheeks. He watched as she let the skirt slip to the floor, standing tall, her hands at her side, her fists clenched as though she didn't know what to do with her hands. Her mound pushed out the panties, her slit etched in the tight panties. She kicked the skirt aside, standing in her bra and panties, the sneakers and socks making her look more
naked.
Carrie remembered what it was like when she was in high school, her body blooming
early, the boys looking at her. And the men of the town, their eyes feasting on her body with a lust that was unnatural. She tried to imagine back then, what it would be like to be forced to strip naked in front of the window by an older man, Carrie feeling her body
become flushed. Her hands reached behind her back, knowing that her breasts were
thrusting out brazenly. She fumbled with the catch of her bra like a schoolboy would do, finally feeling the straps part, her hand reaching around to hold it in the front as it pulled from her body. She turned her body sideways, pulling the bra a ways out, revealing a wide expanse of one bare breast to the bright lights. She could feel her nipples growing hard, her hand rubbing the bra against them harder, anything to stimulate them. She turned all the way around until her naked back was to the glass. Her hands slowly pulled the bra
straps off her shoulders, letting them slide down her arms. She pulled her arms out of the straps, all without revealing any of her bare breasts, teasing James. She hung the bra from one hand to the side before she dropped it, her naked back to James.
His hand reached down to stroke his cock as he watched her tease him. She was
clad only in her panties which were pulled tight over her firm buttocks, her legs spread slightly to tease him with what was between her legs. And now she was naked from the
waist up, her back to him as he waited for her to reveal those lovely tits. He had already felt them up, knowing she had large nipples. And sensitive nipples, turning hard with just the lightest touch.
She turned to face the glass, her hands covering her breasts, feeling her nipples
pushing into the palms of her hands. She shook her head, mouthing the word no, as if she was being told to put her hands down, a look of humiliation on her face at being forced to perform for the unseen stranger. She lowered her head, her eyes closing as she removed her hands from her breasts, not sure what to do with her hands as she stood half naked in front of the glass.
Carrie didn't need a bra, her breasts firm and full. Her areolas were the size of half dollars, large targets for the erect nipples that plunged out the center of them. Even though she was acting as if she were ashamed of revealing her breasts to him, she had
arched her back, making them stand up tall and proud. He licked his lips, wishing he could rush in and suck the hard tips. She stood for a few moments before her hands crept up
her sides, cupping her breasts from below, offering them up for his inspection. Her fingers curled around the tips, a long fingernail snapping the tips to hard attention. She pinched them as James had done, though not as hard.
Her juices soaked her panties as she played with her tits, Carrie always loving the
touch on her nipples, even her own fingers. She stopped, sitting down in the chair near the glass, her thighs together, her hands on her hips. She looked out the glass, her hands going to the top of her panties. She slid them down over her hips, rising up in the chair as she slipped them down, her hands pushing them down her legs, her nipples rubbing
sensuously against her legs as she bent over. She looked down, her panties at her feet.
She was naked, but with her legs clenched tightly together, James could see little.
James waited patiently, eager to see her pussy in all its glory. Instead of standing up, Carrie stayed seated, her legs together modestly. He caught a glimpse of her red bush, eager to see it all. She bent over, her hands trying to untie her shoelaces without opening her legs. It was difficult, but she succeeded with barely a glimpse of the darkness between her legs. She pushed her sneakers off her feet, one foot pushing the other until both of them were lying on the floor in front of her.
The socks would not be so easy to prevent revealing herself to him. She bent down,
deeper, pulling the sock down her ankle. She let her guard down, her knee bowing out to the side; the cool air in the room blowing between her legs, Carrie sure that James was getting an eyeful. It was hard to pull the sock off, her legs bowing out wider as she
struggled to get it off her toes. She finally got it off, her hands moving to the other one. It became harder for her to be lady like, her legs spreading wider as she pulled the other sock down, her knees bowed wide to the side as she struggled with the last sock.
James took his cock out of his pants, his hand stroking it as Carrie slowly revealed
that lovely, red bush to his eyes. She tried as best she could to preserve her modesty, but the socks were difficult, her deep red bush highlighted against her white skin. By the second sock she was no longer as graceful, her legs parting wider, her pussy lips pulling back, her pink insides revealed, her juices glistening in the bright lights of the room. She sat back up in the chair, naked, her thighs coyly together. She turned red, this time, it didn't look contrived as she spread her legs for him. She didn't stop until her legs touched the edges of the chair. Her red bush was illuminated by her white skin. But what took his breath away was her pink, wet pussy and the dark, forbidden hole that begged to be
entered.
She sat in the chair obscenely, revealing all of her glory to James outside in the
darkness. And whoever else was watching. She couldn't stop her own fingers from
straying up and down her slit; even pulling her lips open, showing more of her pink insides to the night.
Her fingers grew wet as they slid up and down, Carrie wanting so badly to cum but she wasn't sure if James would approve. It suddenly dawned on her that she was looking for James' approval. Why else would she strip naked in front of a window?
Anyone, not just James could be watching her. She was almost finished for the night. She had done what he had asked. Her fingers crept slowly up her slit until it got to her clit. Her fingers slid beneath the hard nub, pinching back the clit hood to reveal her swollen clit to James. Her pleasure button. Her finger tossed it back and forth before she stopped, afraid of cumming.
James was rubbing his cock, his hand curled around the shaft, gliding up and down
as he watched her play with her pussy. She stood up, James afraid that it was the end of her strip tease. After all, she was naked before him. She turned her back to him, James expecting her to close the drapes. Instead, she surprised him, her legs spreading wider.
She bent over, deeper and deeper, her hands going back behind her, one on each cheek.
She pulled her cheeks back until her anus was displayed, bent over in position while
James strained to see the tiny hole from so far away.
She had never done such a thing. She bent over and spread her cheeks, the cool air
making her anus go into a spasm as her fingers pulled back her cheeks to reveal her most intimate hole to his eyes. Carrie was an anal virgin, but she knew if she continued with James he would take her ass cherry. She had seen what he had done with Candy. She
wasn't sure how she would take that massive cock in her tiny backside, but she knew that James wouldn't care. Her head grew dizzy as the blood rushed to her brain from being
bent over. She stood back up, walking slowly to the window, giving James one last look at her naked body before she closed the drapes.
James' cock spewed out his sperm in a wide arc, landing nosily on the ground in front
of him just as Carrie closed the curtain. It was her anus that sent him over the edge, imagining the hot, tight hole wrapped around his cock. He continued to stroke his cock even when the night plunged into darkness as the drape closed. He put his cock back in his pants, walking the short distance back home. He enjoyed Carries performance. And