Date: Sat, 15 May 2010 00:16:04 -0700
From: sasha yamoto <sasha_neko@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Silent Lover: Part 1

This will be my first story on Nifty, I am just recently turned 18 and
excited to explore my new legal rights. If you enjoy my work or have any
comments on how I could improve as a writer, please contact me at
Sasha_Neko@hotmail.com. I live and die for your feedback.

This story is a work of pure fiction. None of the events depicted in this
story are real, or based on real events. This story is property of its
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Disclaimer: This story may contain explicit depictions of two females
masturbating, concentual sexual relations between two females, or explicit
concentual acts between a minor and an older woman. If this content offends
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It's just past 8:30 on Saturday and I sit silently on my bed, looking out
the slit in my window curtains across to the next house over. It's the same
every Saturday, I sit here staring into the window of the house over, a
bathroom window, waiting for Her to get home from work. 6:30 on Mondays and
Thursdays and 8:30 on Saturdays, I have Her schedule memorized well.

My door is locked and I have my music turned up loud. I'm an "angsty
teenager," as my mother puts it, they expect me to lock myself in my room
with the lights out, sulking and listening to music and writing dark
poetry, of course they don't know what I'm really doing here. I'm not a
voyeur, not really, if it was anyone else I wouldn't be waiting here, for
nearly a half-hour, just waiting for Her. I'm not even really a lesbian, at
least I never thought I was, though I guess I am now.

Suddenly I hear Her car pull up and her door slam, my heart begins racing,
I can already feel my pussy getting wet. I'm conditioned now, to associate
that sound with the pleasure that my body has come to expect to follow.
Then I see Her. My whole world is focused now. Centered. No outside
distractions, no worries or stresses of the day, just me and Her, just my
one-sided, voyeuristic passion.

I sometimes wonder if She knows she is being watched, her husband had
designed and built the house himself, and she was the one that designed the
concept of that bathroom, with a balcony outside, and a full window on the
side. It has a curtain of course, but one can only see into it from my
window, theirs no good view of it from the street, and the balcony blocks
any view from the ground beneath. Just my little curtained window has this
spectacular view. And I can see everything. I watch as She walks in, tired,
sore, after Her husband passed away She poured Herself into Her work, but
it brings her no satisfaction. Her only friends are my mother and father,
and I've often heard them talking, I feel like I know Her so well.

And now I watch, through the little slit, my curtain pulled slightly to the
side so I can see through, but I think She cannot see me, though I wonder
if She hopes, I wonder is She wants to be watched. She undresses promptly
and rubs Her shoulders, I imagine myself behind her, massaging her,
soothing her stresses. She turns on the water and goes into a drawer as it
heats up. I already know what's in that drawer, the keys to my pleasure,
and hers. I remember, as a kid, taking toys into the bath and the shower,
little actions figures that I lorded over, but Her toys are far more
interesting. She sets the toys on the floor in front of the sliding door, I
can see them lined up and I can't wait to see how She uses them today. I
slip out of my panties in anticipation. They're already slightly wet and
smell of my pussy.

I watch intently as She rinses Her body and begins washing Herself. Again I
imagine myself there, massaging the scented soaps into Her skin, washing
away all the troubles of Her day. She spends a lot of time on her breasts,
rubbing the soap in hard, teasing her nipples that, as close as our windows
are, I can see are erect. I imagine the sounds of Her moans, I long to hear
them in reality though. I mimic Her motions, rubbing my small, budding
breasts softly. My pussy aches, I imagine Hers does as well, they beg to be
touched, to be explored. She goes over Her pussy only briefly, softly
washing it but only teasing it before She rinses again. Now is the time I
crave, She squats in front of Her toys, and I shy away from the window
slightly, afraid She might see me, from this distance I can see Her pussy
as She squats, I imagine myself inches from Her, breathing in Her scent.

She lathers a slim dildo with a gel I can't identify. Sitting in front of
the window She spreads Her legs and resumes rubbing Her breast with one
hand and massaging Her pussy with the lubricated dildo. I refrain, though
my pussy begs and begs to be loved, I just watch now, intently, enthralled
by Her little show.

The track changes in the background.

Suddenly the dildo is sliding into Her pussy, slowly at first but She
cannot control herself. She's gripping Her breast, pulling and pinching Her
nipple hard, She arches and Her ass is off the ground as She rams her pussy
with the small dildo. I imagine the sounds, my pussy cries, it's soaked
thorough now, pleading. She releases Her breast, spreads Her legs wider,
slowing her hand to a smooth rhythm, Her left leg rises and She reaches
around it to rub Her ass hole, it opens easily, a crevice She has explored
many times before. One finger slowly, then two, moving faster, then a
third, She fingers her ass hole harder and moves the dildo in wide circles
in Her soaked cunt. Her fingers are in Her mouth now, She's tasted those
forbidden juices, I envy Her tongue greatly.

The track changes again, this song is slower, smoother, deep and the bass
pumps a hard rhythm that tries to slow my heart beat.

This dildo no longer suits Her, She stands now and turns around, Her ass is
displayed perfectly for me as She bends over, I see Her rubbing Her pussy
softly, Her fingers sliding in and out, I imagine Her thumb rolling Her
clit in tight circles, She moans again. The anal dildo She has selected now
slides into Her ass hole, She moves it in circles in and out slowly.

I can't help it, my fingers slide down the length of my body and cup the
place where my legs meet my torso. My middle finger rubs the length of my
slit and slides slowly into my tight pussy. I no longer feel the shock but
the sensation is blinding. My pussy is so wet, I slide two fingers into my
cunt, and a third follows, I twist them inside of myself and moan softly,
confident that the music conceals my cries of pleasure. My thumb and pinky
pinch on my clit and my hood and pull softly, the waves of pleasure
crashing over me. My finger fucking quickly adapts the rhythm of my music
and my eyes are watery and my head is spinning but I can still see Her, a
larger dildo now, pounding Her ass hole. My free hand moves slowly down my
side, across my ass. I'm on my thighs, my legs and ass spread wide, my
finger finds the hole easily and foreses its way in.

The track changes again. This song starts heavy, loud, fast.

I moan louder, feeling my sex convulse as I begin to cum. I ignore it and
fuck faster, She's on Her knees now, just like me, with Her ass pressed
against the window, the end of a plug sticking out, Her thumb and ring
finger spread Her pussy lips as She fingers herself. I match Her movements
and I can see Her convulse. I imagine Her screaming and moaning loud, Her
pussy tightens on Her fingers just like mine and Her juices gush out and I
can feel myself cumming even harder, the pleasure is so intense I nearly
black out.

It feels like hours that I lay panting, covered in sweat, my thighs and
hand and sheets soaked with my cum. I let the smell and the taste and the
feel of my cum fill my senses, I imagine it's Hers that I'm smelling, that
I'm tasting. I imagine myself behind Her as She climaxes, Her sweet nectar
filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. It tastes like nothing I've ever
experienced, just the thought of Her cum filling me makes me want to cum
all over again.

The track changes. A woman's voice fills my ears, she speaks German,
begging for a word from her silent lover... I get up and move into the
shower where I continue masturbating, but the pleasure is no where near as
intense, nothing compared to what my Silent Lover brings me.

Again, this is my first story here on Nifty and any and all feedback is
much appreciated. Please contact me at Sasha_Neko@hotmail.com

Hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for more!