Three Stories

Three Stories

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

These are three stories with a similar beginning but take very different turn.

Summary

These are three stories with a similar beginning but take very different turn.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Marcie

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 18, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 18, 2016

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It was a dark and stormy Friday night and Asher had just pulled into his driveway. He pushed the button on his garage door opener and the door raised itself dutifully. He eased his truck into the garage and pushed the button again. The door again obeyed. He turned off the key and said to his truck, “Well, Old friend. We made it through another week. I'm going to let you rest now. I'm having a lazy weekend with Heidi. See ya' Monday morning.” He took his keys out of the ignition and walked around the front of the truck on his way inside. The truck dieseled just then as though it was trying to tell him something. “Monday morning.” he said again. “Like every other weekend.”

Inside, he began going over his plans he'd made for this part of the day. “First, get the fresh sheets out of the dryer. . .no, something to drink first.” He heated a large glass of sweet tea and took a long drink. “Aah! That's it.” He made his bed with his best set of sheets. They weren't fancy, just plain white cotton and as soft and smooth as butter. With the bed made, he said with enthusiasm “There. That's done. It's shower time!” He turned on the shower and adjusted it to a warmer temperature than usual. He had bundled up quite effectively but the cold of the storm had given him a bit of a chill most noticeable in his feet. He stood for a moment with the warm water raining down mostly on his feet. When they were back to normal temperature, he lathered himself with his bar of soap from head to toe. “Ah, this is it!” He stood under the gentle shower flow until all the soap and shampoo was racing down the drain. He shook his head like a dog and toweled down. He pulled on his sweat pants sans underwear and headed for his bedroom.

He had bought the house as a fixer upper and converted the attic into a bedroom suite. It was easily his favorite room in the house. It had large windows at one end and French doors that led to a second story deck with a view of his neighbor, Marcie's, back yard. The previous owners of Marcie's house had a custom, four foot wide, floor to ceiling, greenhouse-type window installed in the bathroom. It was perfect for Marcie's large collection of houseplants and, without the houseplants he had a full view of her bathroom. She always had her plants in the window so he hadn't seen her nude, but he got that long awaited peek the day after the rain. It had warmed up nicely as it often did after a spring shower and she was doing some light work in her yard. He spotted her in her usual shorts and halter. “How's it going today, Marcie?”

“Too wet to do any gardening today except for my houseplants.

“I believe it after that rain last night. I wanted to tell you that I can see your entire bathroom from up here without your plants in the window.”

“Thank you. Good to know. I'll keep it in mind.”

“Your plants are looking good and so are you.”

“Thank you again. I'm going to go in now. I've only been out here a few minutes and there's mud all over me.”

“Okay. See ya'.” He took his previous place at his desk in the part of his bedroom that was his office and began reading a long sought after book.

She reappeared in her bathroom in a few moments without returning her plants to their usual places. He took a position on the floor by the French doors. Before she shed her muddy shoes, she seemed to glance in his direction.

'Oops', he thought. I'd better move!' But then he thought, 'If she has seen me and is continuing, I'm not guilty of anything wrong? Right? Right!

She kicked her shoes aside and began with her blouse buttons, each one undone tantalizing slowly. It drifted to the floor. His dick was easily as hard as it could be by now. He was rubbing it in long, slow strokes. She had no bra on opting instead for a halter. She pulled the tie of the halter and held it out and dropped it on her fallen blouse. She wheeled around so he got a good look at her nearly perfect breasts.

“Oh, she knows what she's doing!” She gracefully rotated around and hooked her thumbs in the waist of her shorts. “Oh, don't bend over and show me that fine ass,” he said as his first load of cum blasted into his downy soft sweats.

“Keep going, Girl. I want more.”

Almost on cue, she started shampooing her hair and with a bar of soap, she began soaping her shoulders, arms, and upper chest.

“That's it. Now move down and give those fine tits a thorough scrub.” She lingered with them and did her legs next. When she got to her pussy, he was certain she diddled her clit until she rolled her eyes back and smiled and he dropped his second load. She was a good conversationalist and always seemed to have his back when he needed some support. With all he knew about her and this show, he was moved to say, “I want you, Girl. I really, really want you,' he said in a most desirous tone.

The next afternoon was nearly the same. "You really like to put on a show, Girl."

He was determined to have her that day. He would use any means short of rape to achieve his desires. He made his mind up to a plan and scooped up the house key she had given him for emergencies and marched to her front door with a singular purpose. The door made a noise when he opened it. He paused, hoping she hadn't heard. She hadn't. All he could hear was her singing a song he didn't recognize. He proceeded quietly, leaving a trail of his clothes behind on the way to her bathroom. She had left the shower door opened and her singing drowned out the noises he made. She was still oblivious to his presence. His next move was the most difficult. He wrapped both his arms around her nude waist. She started to scream, but relaxed when she heard his voice.

"Quiet or I'll have to spank you. Was your shower show yesterday an invitation or just a show?"

"Both. The next time you're coming over, let me know. You scared the hell out of me! Now, what was that you said about a spanking?"

"I wasn't serious about that."

"Then maybe I should start screaming again."

"It would be a hell of a way to get things started this afternoon."


 

 


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