Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2000 06:35:21 -0800
From: Meaghan Meyers
Subject: THE WATCHER by Meaghan Meyers

THE WATCHER

by Meaghan Meyers

            I loved coming home, a little oasis in a world of craziness.
The landlord had cut me a deal on this condo since I'd been here for so
long. I got the nicest condo, a break on the rent, and all I had to do was
keep an eye on the laundry room and be available one night a week for the
other tenants to talk to with problem-you know, leaky faucets and things.

            Lissa had called these my lounge lizard clothes: a pair of
ripped up old sweats cut off into shorts and an itty-bitty white undershirt
that barely covered my nipples.  I think that's why I liked them so
much. It was so easy to myself in them.  Pausing in front of the mirror, I
admired my breasts in the mirror. Not too big or too small, a 34c, but they
went well with my tiny waist and flaring hips.  Too bad Lissa wasn't here
to enjoy them any longer.  After living together for 2 years she had
decided to move back to Boston and get her master's degree.  I couldn't
blame her, I just missed her.  She'd called last week and gently told me
she had another lover.  Some redheaded brain named Elizabeth.

            Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed a beer from the nearly empty
refrigerator.  That was the main reason for my non-existent waist: I hated
to cook, it was too much trouble to bother for one. Tired, but bored, I
walked around downstairs shutting curtains. I paused at the sight of the
moving van pulling up next door.  Hmm, new neighbors.  The VanCleef's next
door had been nice people.  Maybe later I'd walk over to say hi.  Right now
though, I had other things to attend to. I was horny. Since I hadn't had
any pleasuring since Lissa had left 3 months ago, it was time I took care
of that urge myself.

            I went to the bedroom and spent time looking closer at my
reflection.  I liked what I saw: thick, naturally curly dark blonde hair
just covering the tips of my breasts, peaking out from under my shirt (I'll
get to the in a second), eyes so deep blue they almost look black covered
with very thick eyelashes, a tiny button nose, and full full red lips.  I
ran my fingertips over them, remembering how much time Lissa had spent
loving my lips.  I watched as my fingertips slowly trailed down across my
chest to trace the outline of my nipple.  The end of my breasts seemed to
be all nipple.  I had huge, dark nipples.  They are so dark in fact; they
can most days be seen through my work blouses.  Right now they were so
sensitive they ached for some attention.  My hand strayed on down across my
stomach to dance across the crotch of my shorts.  I quickly stepped out of
them to reveal legs tanned and muscular from the daily bike ride I made
across town to the gym.  My fingers stopped to glaze through my sparse
blonde bush covering my snatch.  For all the hair on my head and eyebrows,
I had next to no hair here.  My clit already poked out from between my lips
it was so horny.

            Stepping to the bed positioned directly across from the mirror
I stretched out on the bedding.  Inhaling deeply I imagined I could still
smell the sex from Lissa.  It didn't hurt much anymore, her leaving.  I
understood and wished her well. I just wanted our fabulous sex back.  Lying
on the sheets, I began oiling my body with baby lotion kept in a warmer on
the floor.  Beginning with my arms I lightly rubbed and oiled the day's
aches away.  Switching to my legs, I raised them above my head to slick
them as well.  I noticed the curtains above the bed were not quite closed.
Oh well, not to worry.  Neighbors here didn't generally go walking around
behind the apartments and John, the manager, was gone for the day.  Lazily,
I dripped some oil onto my breasts where it immediately pooled in the
valley between.  I dipped my hands into the warm, scented oil and spread it
across my breasts beginning at the outside and slowly working my way
inward, plying my firm mounds gently at first, soon getting more involved
as my pleasure greatly increased.  I had tremendously sensitive nipple,
perhaps because they are so large.  I wished I could fasten my mouth around
them now, but would have to make due with the pleasure my hands could
bring.  I concentrated solely on the sensations whirling around and through
me, not letting myself think about Lissa's hands.  That was another chapter
of my life, one I needed to put away.  When I'd rolled, kneaded, pinched
and twists my nipples into screaming knots of near-orgasm, I continued
across my concave stomach to the center of my being.  One, two tiny drops
of oil mingled with the juices already sneaking out from between my love
lips.  I raised myself up on pillows so I could watch as my fingers began
their dance at my woman-center.  I was so horny I knew I could make this a
fast cum, but I wanted the delay the pleasure.  Beginning at the outer
lips, I lightly circled my middle finger until it nestled inside, rubbing
up against my already exposed clit.  I pulled the lips apart so I could see
the already turgid, swollen little button, throbbing with want of
attention.  Gently, I flicked my fingertip against it, slowly increasing
the pressure until I was rubbing the ends of my fingers in a circle,
pushing downward to increase the friction.  I had never been much for toys
to enhance our lovemaking, but Lissa sometimes liked to be penetrated and I
felt the need now for such penetration.  Quickly rummaging through the
bedside table, I found Lissa's favorite toy at the back of the drawer
buried among some of my underwear.  Pulling it out, I checked the batteries
tucked in the end. Yep, they still worked.  I quickly oiled its five-inch
length and admired how wide this black plastic cock was.  Lissa seemed to
need length; I needed width to stretch against the sensitive outer walls of
my pussy.  Maybe that's why she'd left this toy, preferring to take the
longer ones for herself.  Whatever, I just knew I wanted this inside me,
stretching me, pulling at me.

            I grazed the cock against my exposed clit, enjoying the
vibrations momentarily.  But that sensation was almost too much, so I
lowered it to my love canal, parting my lips so I could slowly inch it into
my cunt.  With my left hand, I continued working the cock backward and
forward, inching it deep within my depths.  My right hand was busy circling
and pressing against my clit. I quickly made my fingers into a little cap
to surround my button, imagining they were a mouth, sucking my pleasure out
through the end of my clit.  My hips began bucking and twitching against
the cock deep within me as I felt my insides slowly begin to tighten in
anticipation of the mind-blowing orgasm I knew was coming.  Tighter,
tighter my insides got as moaning I threw myself over the cliff of
pleasure. I thought I heard a sound just as I came, but raising my head to
look quickly through the parted curtains, I didn't see anyone.

      Later that evening, I was sitting on top of one of the dryers in the
laundry room, languidly separating my underwear, thinking about my
mind-bending orgasm and thinking I just might have to do it again later,
when the door tinkled against the bell above it to announce someone
entering.  I looked up to see a gorgeous, unbelievable tall Nubian Goddess
holding a small basket of clothing. She glanced at me, sliding her huge
eyes around the room.  This must be the new neighbor, or someone's lover
staying over to do chores.  Lucky someone.  I bounced off the dryer, going
over to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Marnie in 2A.  Are you a new tenant
here?  If you need anything, come on over I'm home most afternoons."

            In a deliciously accented husky voice she answered "I'm called
Mim by my family. I know you're home. I watched you this afternoon through
your window taking that cock into your tunnel.  Need any help later?"


This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real people or situations is
purely coincidence.

Copyright 2000 by Meaghan Meyers