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Sight
by Lord Malinov
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~~~
My birthday wasn't looking good. Now, I'm a strong believer in the
idea that having a good birthday was my responsibility, but this
year chips had been falling where they may and despite my usual
optimism I didn't see much to give me hope. My best friends were
deserting me; Brian needed to go down to Stanford to attend a
conference, and Mark drove up to Nova Scotia with his family. And
Liz, well, she was a bit shaky.
As often happens, an accident led to a misunderstanding. Two
days before my birthday, I was over at Liz's apartment. We usually
spend most evenings time at my place which is more private, but Liz
insists sometimes that we hang out at her apartment so people know
she really lives there, I guess. I had gone to the bathroom and when
I came back out, I happened to catch a glimpse of Stephanie, Liz's
roommate, undressing in her bedroom. The door was only slightly
ajar, but there was this perfect view of Steph's naked butt and I
crept a little closer. She took a few steps, turned, bent, jiggled
her big naked tits, pulled on a flannel gown and then I realized Liz
was standing right behind me, absolutely fuming. She didn't say much
the rest of the evening and I finally went home alone.
I talked to Liz on the phone the next day, one of those long
relationship talks where I apologized and she complained and I
apologized some more. I did my best not to argue, which sometimes
made her angrier, but I have travelled the bickering road, my friend,
and U turns are hard to manage under rocky conditions. I really like
Liz and I didn't want to lose her just because I'd been ogling a bit
of tit and ass. Especially not with my birthday coming up.
So after about three hours of talking, we finally seemed to be coming
in for a kiss-and-make-up landing, fasten your seat belts, put
your trays in an upright and locked position, when Liz told me she
had to work all day Saturday, which just happened to be my birthday.
Ida, the store's manager, had to fly to Dallas for training, leaving
Liz to play boss and they expected it to be a really busy day.
"That really sucks," I said too loudly, disappointed
"I should be off at six," said Liz. I was furious, but she hardly
seemed to notice.
"But it's my birthday," I wimpered.
"You'll have fun," Liz said. "That's what I like about you. You
always know how to have a good time."
My mind went blank, lost in thinking that I was going to spend my
birthday completely alone. "Sure," I said.
"Come by the store at nine-thirty. I have a surprise for
you. I think it will help cure your birthday blues"
"Yeah," I said. "What else have I got to do?"
I went to bed drowning in self-pity that night, but by the time I
woke up, I had mostly turned myself around. It was my birthday and
I decided that I was going to celebrate. I showered and shaved, and
pulled on an outfit Liz had picked out for me. I checked the mirror
and grinned. I looked sharp. "Look out world. It's my fucking
birthday."
I ate a big breakfast at the Diner; french toast, waffles
grapefruit, lemon poppy muffins, glazed donuts, sausage patties,
orange juice, milk and coffee, all my favorites and more than I could
eat. Stuffed, I drove down to the mall where Liz works. Still an
hour before the shopping center officially opened, the stores
were locked up behind lattices of metal. I rattled the cage at LA
Reflections, the clothing store where Liz works as assistant manager.
Liz peered from behind a rack of blouses and smiled.
"Happy Birthday," she said. Liz looked fabulous, serious but still
sexy in a pale blue shirt that hugged her breasts and a short skirt
above a pair of long tanned legs. I licked my lips, wondering what
my surprise would entail. Liz pulled a key from her pocket and
twisting it in a wall panel, caused the gate to rise.
"Come on," said Liz, leading me at once to the back of the store.
"My surprise?" I asked, allowing myself to be completely childish on
my day of days.
"I couldn't think of anything to get you," Liz said as we walked into
the clutter of the store's back room. "But then you gave me an idea
of something you wanted."
"Yeah?" I tried to remember suggesting anything to Liz, but drew a
blank. "You parked the Ferrari back here?"
"I have a feeling you'd trade the car for what's behind door number
one."
"Oh yeah?"
Liz pulled out her keys again and twisted it in a lock on a small
panel door.
"There are conditions," she said, "important conditions." Bending
down, she led me through the tiny opening and into a small closet,
an empty storage room, I guessed. "I don't think Ida realized she
was giving me this key. She takes access to this space very
seriously."
A black curtain covered the wall opposite the door. Liz walked over
and pulled the cloth aside. Two long windows looked into a pair of
small, dark rooms. I looked at Liz, confused and curious.
"Dressing rooms," she said with a wicked grin.
I walked up to the windows and peered into the shadowy places. A
hook on the wall, a carpeted bench and a door knob.
"It's for catching shoplifters," said Liz. "Ida only uses it when
she's really suspicious of someone. She doesn't normally let me have
this key, even when she's left me in charge, but I guess she wasn't
thinking."
"Wow," I said.
"Now, here's the deal. You have got to be perfectly quiet. Jackie
and Terri will both be here in about ten minutes. I'm going to lock
you in, so we're safe as long as you don't make any noise."
"Okay," I said, grinning.
"This is serious. I'll lose my job and we'll probably both go to
jail if we get caught. Not a peep."
"I promise."
"There's one more thing," said Liz. She checked her watch. "I know
it's your birthday, but I don't want you worn out before I get a
chance to blow your candle. Take off your pants."
I quickly unbuckled my trousers and let them fall to my feet.
"Sit down," said Liz, pushing a folding chair into the middle of the
room. I did as I was told. My prick stood tall, forming a tent
under my paisley boxer shorts.
"I don't mind you looking," said Liz, walking behind me, "but I
reserve the right to pleasure you. Second condition: I don't want
you jerking off while you watch."
"Huh?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm serious," she said. "Put your hands behind your back."
"Liz?" I said.
"Now, or we're out of here. Jackie is probably already out front
waiting for me to let her in, so if you want to stay, give me your
hands. You'll be cuffed to the chair. If you don't like the idea,
speak now."
I put my hands behind my back. Click, click.
"Is that too uncomfortable?" asked Liz. "It's going to be a long
day."
"Sure, I'm fine," I said nervously. Liz pulled up the elastic of my
boxers and kissed the crown of my cock.
"See you at six," she said. The door closed and the lock snapped. I
sat and waited, wondering how long it would be before my arm muscles
cramped and what I would do when I needed to pee. The lights
flickered on above the dressing rooms.
Time passed. Ten minutes can seem like an hour, sitting quiet and
still. The door opened in the right dressing room. My heart raced
at once. Liz stepped into the space and closed the door behind her.
She looked at herself in the mirror, a look that also stared
directly at me, and fluffed her hair. Liz winked and licked her lips
and my cock began to stir again. Liz unzipped her skirt and let it
drop, showing me the white lace panties she wore underneath. My
prick began to throb. Liz sat down on the carpeted bench and pulled
the scanties down her thighs. I moaned softly. Spreading her lean
thighs, Liz tickled her muff and softly stroked her clit. I tried to
break the cuffs by sheer pulling strength, desperate to touch myself.
Liz laughed and dressed quickly, vanishing in an instant.
And I slowly calmed down, breathing hard, sweating, tensing my dick
so it rubbed a tiny bit against the silk of my boxer shorts. Time
passed. I waited.
Jackie, a tall brunette with big tits, stepped into the left room and
changed her blouse. I drooled slightly at the sight of her melons,
but her brassiere was sturdy and only teased my imagination. I
wondered if Liz had suggested the new blouse. Jackie stared straight
at me while she put on a fresh coat of lipstick. I blew her a kiss.
A young blonde opened the left door and hung two blouses and a pair
of pants on the hook. As she took a look at herself in the mirror,
an admiring look that seemed to be aimed directly at me, my cock
sprang to attention and it dawned on me that while I would not have
left this already uncomfortable seat for anything in the world, I
would be enduring an exquisite form of torture. The girl peeled off
her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. I glared at her small pert
breasts as they rose gently when her pale nipples tightened. My
mouth was dry and my prick hurt with desire. Another girl entered
the right dressing room. A blouse almost hid the first woman's tits.
A dress fell to the floor in the right, black satin panties
hugging her below a soft tummy. The other sat and pulled off her
jeans. A dark muff lay shrouded under white cotton, the faint
depression of her pussy's lips barely visible.
My stick throbbed in my lap. I became mad with lust.
The parade continued, one woman after another, beautiful and plain,
tall and short, thin as a willow and big as an ox, undressing,
dressing, smiling, frowning, in two's and even three's, woman after
woman after woman. My cock ached, my balls wanted to burst, my mouth
felt dry. I may have passed out for an indeterminable period of
time. I don't know. Tits and ass, bra and panties, a glorious
stream of women just out of reach while I sat dying of thirst.
There were incidents of unbelievable delight. A woman I knew from
work, incredibly beautiful and rather up-tight, walked into the left
room with three shopping bags and a slinky little dress. I held my
breath as Janice unbuttoned her blouse, wishing I had a camera so I
could let Allen have a glimpse of the treasures he'd always wanted.
I bit my lip when Janice reached back and unclasped her bra. Her
tits were utterly magnificent, her nipples thick and rich. I felt a
sharp bite of pain in my right arm, the new beginnings of a cramp as
Janice unbuckled her tan pants and let them fall to the floor. She
wore stockings that gripped her white thighs with a band of lace, but
no panties. Janice tickled her jet black muff and then finally
pulled the dress up over her naked body. I wanted to cry.
Two college girls from my apartment building went into the right room
and after stripping down to their underwear, spent half an hour
trying on one piece of clothing after another, giggling and talking.
A weary looking woman threw a skirt she couldn't get past her hips
against the wall and then sat down. After a few minutes of calm, she
smiled gently and slipped her hand into her panties. Fingering
herself beneath the black lace, she bit her lip, lifted her bottom up
off the carpeted bench and tossed her head from side to side. She
dressed and left and there was a small wet spot where she had been
sitting.
One after another of Liz's friends dropped by to try on clothes, a
few women I'd known since we were in grade school together, some
girls I'd just met with big bulky boyfriends. I saw my friend's
girlfriends, Mary's tits, Ellen's ass, Jenny's twat. My cock
throbbed and drooled. My balls ached. My arms felt pulled out of
their sockets. My muscles quivered with cramps. My wrists burned
with abrasion. I was going nuts. Time passed.
The lock turned behind me.
"How you doing, Birthday Boy?" asked Liz.
"Aamgnmthlp," I moaned.
"I'll bet," she said with a laugh. The door into the left dressing
room opened and Stephanie stepped inside with an armful of clothes.
"We can go now," said Liz. "I'm off." I nodded, my eyes fixated as
Steph stripped off her shirt. "Let me get these off you," she said,
unlocking the cuffs. "Poor baby." Stephanie pushed down her black
skirt.
"Wow," I said, rubbing my wrists.
"Miss me?" Liz asked, stealing a kiss and copping a feel. "I guess
you did." Stephanie's naked tits jiggled all the time. Liz pulled
at my boxers and pushed my dick into her mouth. Steph's turned and
leaned over. I came in wild spurts. Liz gasped, laughed and drank
the fountain's gushes.
"Mmm," she said, turning to watch her roommate vogue in front of the
mirror and licking the cream from her lips. "I offered a discount
to everyone I know. Promotion, you know. Funny how many women will
come see you for an extra ten percent off."
"Rrrr," I said, slipping a hand up Liz's brief skirt to rub her warm
sex.
"Get dressed, stud," she said. "Let's get you home for some cake."
"Gaaa," I said, pulling up my trousers and stealing another look at
Stephanie's breasts. "Nnnn." I followed Liz out the small door and
took her back to my place. I screamed a lifetime's worth of
frustration in a wild bellow in the parking lot.
We didn't cut my birthday cake, and didn't open any of my
presents. I just fucked Liz over and over and over that night,
unable to contain myself, anxious to move and pound and lick and
touch her beautiful woman's flesh. Liz laughed and came and laughed
and came.
Last night, as I lay on my bed watching Liz walk naked from the
bathroom on her way back to my greedy arms, she stopped and
peeked out the window.
"Look," she said. "That girl is undressing in front of her window.
What a sight!"
"Come here," I said, grabbing Liz around the waist and pulling her
onto the mattress. "I've seen enough."
~~~
Sight
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@mindless.com>
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