("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Basis of my fetish By Anonymous Author (address withheld) *** The basis of my fetish is a strikingly attractive, rather shy Japanese physician who was my upstairs neighbors a couple of years ago when I had my last apartment as a bachelor. (MF/F, asian, exh) *** Her name was Lynn. She moved in on a Saturday afternoon while my fiancée (now my wife) and I were making love. I was close to my orgasm, when we both heard the unmistakable, sexy click-click-click of a woman's high heels walking into the bedroom above us, and then stop. Obviously, the new upstairs neighbor was a female, and she had stopped to listen to us. (My wife had been making a lot of noise just then.) This excited us both, and we put on an extra-vocal audio sex show for her, culminating in a hot doggy- style fuck with a sound track of my fiancée squealing wildly, the slapping sound of my hips pounding into her butt, and my filthy sex talk. A couple of minutes after we finished, we heard the sound of those high heels walking out of the bedroom. I first introduced myself to Lynn on the parking lot of our apartment complex while I was waxing my car (I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts). I saw her get out of her car and walk towards her apt. The look on her face indicated that she didn't expect me to acknowledge her (the residents of that apt. complex are notoriously unfriendly). I smiled, said hi and introduced myself and Lynn did the same. When she turned her back to me to walk towards her aptartment, I noticed she was wearing pants made of a very soft fabric that beautifully draped her soft, round, inviting butt. Involuntarily, I let out a soft, low moan of sexual excitement. Lynn heard it, turned her face to the left, looked back towards me and smiled. All of a sudden her purposeful strides turned into a slow, sexy sashay. Lynn virtually wiggled up the stairs slowly, as I stood by my car, transfixed and in total heat, with a throbbing hard-on, licking my lips and darting my tongue around wishing she was sitting on my face. When she reached the top landing, Lynn turned to face me for about 15 seconds (as if to make sure that I was watching her). ** Over the next couple of months, my fiancée and I continued to get extra-excited and loud when we knew Lynn was upstairs in her bedroom listening to us. We would picture her up there, getting all wet and juicy, playing with herself, and always gave her a blow-by- blow (no pun intended) description of the action. One evening after work Lynn and I both happened to be shopping at the local supermarket. We exchanged pleasantries for about five minutes. I don't remember what we talked about, but I do remember her standing really close to me - close enough for me to feel the warmth of her body and her warm breath on my face as she spoke. The pupils of her pretty, almond-shaped eyes were really dilated, and I remember feeling as if they were a deep ocean that I wanted to dive into. I was very aroused by her, and I knew that I was blushing, and my hard cock was making a distinctly visible bulge in my pants. Lynn also seemed excited - she was blushing, and when she spoke, she showed me much more of her tongue than normal. With every word, I could see Lynn's soft, pink, wet, inviting tongue, and she licked her lips after every sentence. A few times, when there were short breaks in our conversation, Lynn would lift a foot out of her mid-heeled pumps and rotate her ankle a bit (I don't know why women do that, but it always looks sexy!) After that, Lynn became the major object of my fantasies when I was home alone. We used to leave for work and return home at approximately the same times - when I would hear Lynn's door slam shut if she left before me, I would peek out my bedroom window through the blinds to watch her walk to her car. She would turn her head towards my window, so I knew she knew I was watching. ** One morning Lynn wore a slit miniskirt to work and she sat with her door open for about a minute, with her sexy left leg outside of the car - the sight of her heels and beautiful leg (visible up to virtually the top of her thigh) got me crazy! I started to masturbate wildly every morning in my bedroom, when I could hear Lynn in her bedroom above me. I'd moan with pleasure and sort of talk to her (but not say her name - I was afraid she might think I was harassing her if I did that). At that time I always kept my cock shaved, so when I really got hot stroking it for her, (I think) the sound of my hand slapping into my body on the down strokes would be unmistakable. When I'd hear Lynn get into her shower, I'd follow into my bath-room, with one ear pressed against the wall trying to hear her. The sound coming down from Lynn's bathtub often sounded to me as if she had the shower running, but was on the bathtub floor writhing and bucking her sexy body (possibly aiming the shower stream at her pink delicious pussy). Almost every evening when Lynn got home from work, she would head straight for the bathroom, and I'd hear the same sounds coming down at me from above. *** One last incident has remained clearly in my mind for about two years. It remains my favorite masturbation "topic". Lynn got engaged to a nice young man who was attending grad school out of state. One evening UPS had a delivery of china (or silverware) for Lynn, who wasn't home. I signed for it and left a note on her door indicating that I had her package. When Lynn rang my bell to pick up the package, I was floored. She was wearing white tennis shoes with lacy, thin cotton ankle socks (the kind that women usually wear with high-heeled pumps as an alternate to hose in the summer), and a pair of tighter-than-skin-tight black spandex biking shorts. I say tighter-than-skin- tight because they only extended down about two inches into her thighs, and I could clearly see Lynn's soft, pale, creamy thighs spilling out from around the sexy, shiny spandex shorts. Above this she had on an oversize, thin cotton t-shirt. It came down about to her mons veneris, and below it I could clearly see a triangular area extending between her shapely legs where the black spandex shorts appeared darker. I wondered if she was wearing a black thong or g-string underneath! Lynn was also wearing dangling earrings, and more makeup than I had ever seen her wear, although it couldn't hide the fact that she was blushing. Lynn thanked me for signing for the package, and then proceeded to walk over to it (it was on the floor), stand directly opposite me, and slowly bend over from the waist, apparently to check out the address label. Her shirt hung open, and I could clearly see that Lynn was wearing a sexy, lacy, Victoria's Secret demi-bra that just barely covered her nipples. She had perfectly-shaped, lovely breasts, heaving with every breath she took. Lynn stepped back and I picked up the package, following her up the stairs (and getting more aroused with each passing second). She walked in front of me, with that same slow wiggle that I had watched so many months ago. Now, though, my face was just inches from Lynn's beautiful ass, every curve clearly visible through the black spandex. Lynn was bent over so far that I could also see up the back of her shirt - the lacy back of her sexy bra. I realized that she had nothing on underneath those skin- tight shorts - and the dark triangle had to be wetness! When we got in front of her door, she gave me a sexy, inviting smile, invited me into her apt. and asked if there was anything she could do for me (those were virtually her exact words). To this day, I believe that Lynn wanted to seduce me that evening - I would have been her "last affair" before her marriage. I would have accepted Lynn's invitation that evening, except for the fact that my fiancée was visiting me at the time. Instead, I was virtually dumbfounded (a man's IQ drops in direct proportion to his sexual excitement, I believe). My cock was so hot, hard and throbbing, straining against by shorts that it almost hurt. I remember that I couldn't control my tongue and was basically licking my lips and darting my tongue around as if Lynn's sweet pussy were locked onto my face. I think I may have told her something idiotic like "That's O.K., just seeing you dressed up so sexy is enough of a reward!" If you have read this far, you probably think that I am a major asshole. I guess you just had to be there. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 33