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From The Window - 2
by Skybov (skybov@hotmailcom)

***

Out of town visitor seduces local married woman; sequel 
to From the Window. (MF, reluc, voy)

***

Todd's Story

I saw the blonde the first day I visited the 
dealership. She was working in the office as an 
assistant bookkeeper and she was one fine piece of ass—
blonde, about 5'6", nice ass and great tits, age 25 or 
so. I asked George about her; George is the general 
manager and owns a major piece of the dealership. 
George laughed, called her the "Ice Princess" and said 
most of the sales staff had tried to get into her pants 
with no success.

He said, "She's married, been married about five years, 
and she takes it seriously. I've been watching some 
pretty smooth characters get shot out of the water with 
her; bet you a hundred dollars you can't even get to 
first base, much less score."

I always liked a challenge. That is probably why my 
wife left me. If I see some woman I can't get, I've 
just got to have her. The fun is in the chase. I told 
George to make it a thousand if I scored. He said go 
ahead, his money was safe.

I knew I'd be at the dealership for about a week going 
over their books, so I'd be in pretty close proximity 
to the Ice Princess. I'm in my mid 30's, 5'10" and 
about 175. Not a big guy, but I'd stayed in shape since 
I left the Air Force and I knew I looked good to women. 
Damn heart murmur got me out of flying fighters and 
killed my chances with the airlines, so here I was 
auditing dealerships for the district. Pretty good job, 
but on the road a lot. Wife left a few years ago, but 
no problem. I always said that if it flies, floats or 
fucks, it is cheaper to rent it and a hell of a lot 
less upkeep.

I started it out easy, just speaking to her and 
complimenting her on her work. Probably the first nice 
thing that had been said about anything but her tits 
since she went to work here. Salesmen could get a lot 
more pussy if they were just smooth about it. Anyway, 
she ate it up. Smile got about a mile wide. After that 
I was welcome to stop by her desk anytime to chat. She 
told me about her husband, their home, and their plans 
for the future. 

I told her about my wife dying of breast cancer a year 
or so ago and how I just haven't been able to relate to 
people since then. I could feel her sympathy—what I 
really wanted to feel were her tits—but you have to 
start somewhere. The first three days I kept it cool, 
getting to know her and how she thought. 

I told her she must be doing great work, she certainly 
had been noticed by management. Shit, I know what 
George noticed. George is cool when he is at home, but 
he is a major player when he is away from home and the 
wife. Again, she ate it up. She wanted so much to be 
noticed for her work. I guess she had spent most of her 
life in the shadow of those tits. 

On the fourth day, I took all three ladies in 
bookkeeping to lunch, to thank them for all their help 
with my audit. I ordered for them in this little French 
restaurant, including an after lunch glass of wine. 
They were a little hesitant about the wine, but I told 
them it was a celebration of our work and that 
corporate surely wouldn't object to the auditor buying 
them one glass of wine. 

They went along, and we all had a glass of Madeira. I 
could tell she wasn't used to drinking, especially not 
in the afternoon. She really looked great. Red silk 
blouse with the top two buttons undone and just a 
little bit of the curve of her breasts showing. I 
wanted to bury my face in there, but that was to come, 
I hoped. 

It was the end of the month, so I knew they would have 
to be working late on the books. I got George to invite 
all of them to stop by the local tavern when they got 
off, to celebrate a successful audit and the end of a 
great month for the dealership. It was sort of a 
command performance—I think they all felt obligated to 
stop in at least for a while. We all got there about 9 
p.m. She was riding with Angie, one of the other girls 
in the bookkeeping section. Fat Angie with a mustache; 
I'd step over her ass on the way to beat off. 

I knew I needed to separate them, so when I got a 
chance, I sat a plate of chips and dip down in a chair 
just as Angie was sitting down. I was profusely 
apologetic, but Angie did not want to stay around with 
dip all over her butt. To be honest, it was an 
improvement; took your attention off her fat ass. 
Jeannie started to leave with Angie, but we all said 
for her to stick around, we'd get her a ride home. When 
she agreed, I knew I'd have my chance.

By 11, we had all had a couple of drinks. She started 
on wine coolers, then I managed to talk her into one 
Pina Colada. It was sweet and went down quick. The 
chips made her thirsty, so she had another wine cooler. 
She wasn't drunk, but she had enough of a buzz on to 
loosen her up.

The party was starting to wind down, so I offered to 
drive her home. I had one of the dealership's 
Escalades, so the ride had a bit of class. She took me 
up on it, and we headed toward her house. I asked her 
to stop off by my room for a last drink and she said 
she'd like to, but had better not. Shit. As we rolled 
toward her house, I told her how much talking with her 
had helped me, that it was wonderful to be able to 
relate directly with another human being, especially 
one so beautiful and so competent. I told her I really 
admired her, and that I knew she would be going places 
in the company. 

We pulled into the driveway and stopped. No lights were 
on. The moonlight from the full moon was almost bright 
as day, but it was a curvy drive and the parking pad 
couldn't be seen from the road. I knew this was my last 
chance. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and laid 
it on the dash. I had already set it to take a picture 
every thirty seconds. 

If I won this bet, old George was going to want some 
evidence before he paid me. She didn't notice the phone 
was active. I told her again how much I admired and 
appreciated her, and that she reminded me of my late 
wife. I thanked her for helping me come out of my shell 
and begin to relate to people again. As she started to 
open the door, I asked her for one kiss goodbye, since 
I was leaving tomorrow.

I am a good kisser, women have always told me that. I 
put my best into that kiss, starting slowly and putting 
my hand on the back of her neck and leading her into 
me. At first she was hesitant, then she began to kiss 
me. After a few moments of this, she put her arm up 
onto my shoulder, and began to seriously kiss me, 
working the tip of her pink tongue against my lips and 
tongue. 

I wrapped my right arm around her and put my left hand 
on her back, pulling her closer to me. She seemed to 
resist a bit at first, then wrapped her arm around me 
and was fully into the kiss. We continued to kiss, 
coming up for air every so often and nibbling on each 
other's neck, then back to the serious business of 
kissing. I kept running my left hand up and down her 
back from her shoulder to the curve of her hip as I was 
kissing her. I could tell she liked that, she kind of 
quivered. Then I continued the movement of my hand 
upward from her hip and slid it around to the front so 
I could cup her breast. 

I was moving slow and steady, not like some kid 
grabbing a tit. She reached down and gently, pushed my 
hand away, saying "please". I continued to kiss her and 
caress her back. I came back to her breast again, and 
again she pushed my hand away. She never broke the 
kiss, so I knew if I kept on I would get through to 
her. I kept caressing her back and continued further 
down her hip to her buttocks, kneading and massaging 
her butt momentarily before again moving back into the 
caressing motion. She had a great ass, soft but not 
flabby, a real woman's ass—sort of like an early 
Marilyn Monroe ass.

I continued rubbing her back and ass several minutes, 
kissing her and caressing her as she ardently returned 
my kisses. When I rubbed her ass, I knew her underwear 
and the skin beneath it were pulling at her crotch, 
putting pressure on her pussy lips and clit. The next 
time I put my hand on her breast, she left it there and 
continued to kiss me, whimpering slightly and moving 
closer to me. I began to massage her breast, kneading 
and pulling on her nipple with my thumb and forefinger 
through the thin silk blouse and bra. 

As I continued working on her nipple with my left hand, 
I moved my kisses down her neck onto the top swell of 
her breast just showing in the V of her blouse. That 
was absolutely heaven. Her tits were so soft and warm, 
and smelled faintly of perfume. She was just starting 
to break out in a little sweat that was apparent 
between her boobs. While rubbing her back I had checked 
for a bra hook—it was a front hook model which would be 
a big help. 

When my hand released the nipple and began to unbutton 
her blouse and release the hook between the cups, she 
arched her back, letting the blouse and bra slide back 
on her shoulders and presenting her breasts for my 
kisses. Her firm breasts were creamy white and 
beautiful in the moonlight. The nipples looked dark and 
were swollen to the size of dimes. I had both hands on 
her breasts now, pulling the nipples and massaging both 
breasts as my kisses moved back and forth between the 
nipples and around the breasts. 

I was sucking and pulling on the nipples faster and 
faster. She put her hands on the back of my neck, 
guiding me from breast to breast to meet her needs. 
Suddenly she began to shudder with an orgasm. She was 
coming from the excitement and from the attention to 
her breasts, the damn things must be hot-wired directly 
to her pussy. 

At that point I pretty well knew I was going to nail 
her unless I fucked this up. I slowed for a moment, 
pausing in my attention to her breasts, and held her 
close, letting her orgasm subside. Then I gently began 
kissing her again and caressing her breasts, bringing 
her back up the mountain of passion. She was panting 
again in no time, and her nipples were even more 
swollen. The whole area around the nipple was puffed 
out, and the nipples stood up on that like cherries on 
top of an ice cream sundae. My dessert.

I slid one hand between her legs just above the knees, 
and began to caress her stocking covered leg. She was 
sitting flat on the seat with her legs slightly apart 
and I rolled slightly over on the seat toward her, 
pulling her body against mine. I began to massage her 
leg with my left hand while continuing to knead her 
breasts and pull her nipples with my right. I kept on 
kissing her as I rubbed her top and bottom. She had her 
arms around me now, and was holding me tightly. As I 
started to move my hand up her thigh, she clamped her 
legs together over his hand in an effort to stop the 
progress. 

She whimpered "no, I can't." It wasn't the time to push 
her; I had to play the fish. I gently removed my hand 
from between her legs, and, again pulling her slightly 
toward me, began to stroke her back and buttocks. She 
never broke the kiss. We continued kissing deeply, with 
one of my hands working on her breasts and nipples and 
the other stroking her back and buttocks. She was 
shaking all over with excitement and conflict. I knew I 
couldn't push her, but at the same time I couldn't give 
her time to think about it.

I again slid my hand between her legs, this time 
reaching about the top of her stockings, and started 
massaging her thigh. She was enjoying that, so I moved 
my hand slowly upward and as I reached her panty area, 
she lifted her right leg up over mine, making herself 
open to my hand. Jackpot! This bitch was in the bag. I 
began to knead her pubic area through the panties, then 
began alternating between running my finger tips across 
her pussy lips and clit and kneading the whole pubic 
area. 

My thumb was just above her clit and fingers putting 
pressure on her labia. At the same time, I kept kissing 
and sucking her nipples. As I squeezed my thumb and 
fingers gently together on her pussy, I could tell I 
was bringing her intense pleasure. Her panties were 
soaking wet. When she started hunching and grinding her 
pussy into my hand, I slid my fingers under the leg 
band of her panties and into her wet and willing slit. 

She was so hot and wet, like a teenager at her first 
prom. My thumb joined my fingers beneath her panties 
which I now pushed aside, and while I fingered her I 
gently massaged her clit with my thumb. She was out of 
control at this point, bouncing her butt off the 
leather seats and grinding her pussy against my 
fingers. 

I reached up to the waistband of her panties and began 
pulling them down. They were silk, with lace on them. 
She lifted her hips to help me and kept humping her 
butt around wanting my hand back where it belonged. I 
slid them down her legs, over her high heels, and then 
had them off. I dropped them over the back of the seat 
into the back floorboard. They would make a nice 
souvenir for George.

I brought my hand back to her pussy and again began to 
work on it, thrusting my fingers deeply into her 
wetness, then bringing them out and licking them. She 
tasted great. I offered them for her to lick, and she 
did. She was completely into this now, and not aware of 
anything else in the world. She reached down and slid 
her hand into the waistband of my trousers, and grabbed 
my swollen dick. She massaged it a couple of strokes, 
then pulled her hand out and used it to undo my belt 
and zipper.

I rolled over her and got on my knees in the 
floorboard. I really wanted to eat that pretty pussy, 
but couldn't figure out a way to do it the way we were 
in the seat, and did not want to break the mood moving 
around. Both my hands were now on her boobs and nipples 
as I leaned into her. She slid further down on the seat 
toward me and began grinding her hot pussy against me. 
I reached down and dropped my pants the rest of the 
way, letting my dick free. 

I took one hand off a tit, and guided my dick into her 
waiting hole. I rubbed it up and down a few times from 
her clit to her ass to get it good and wet. She was 
tight; if she wasn't so wet we would never have made 
it. I don't think George could ever have gotten his 
horsecock into that tight little cunt. As I sunk my 
dick deep, I grabbed her hips with both hands pulling 
her toward me as I continued to thrust deeper into her. 
She had her legs doubled up, with her heels on the 
dashboard and was slid down in the seat as far toward 
me as possible. The seat was leaned back. I started 
timing my pulls on her hips with my forward thrusts, 
pushing deeply as possible into her. 

When I was in the deepest, I would grind my hips from 
left to right and work her buttocks with his hands. My 
dick rubbed all sides of her hot pussy and kept a lot 
of pressure on her clit. She was absolutely crazy with 
desire at this point, leaning back on the seat and 
pulling on her own nipples till they looked as though 
they were going to stretch like rubber bands. 

She was a moaner, making little "Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" 
sounds as I kept on pounding away at that sweet, hot 
pussy. She started screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me 
harder". Her legs began to spasm and wrap around me as 
I pounded harder and harder. Suddenly, we were both 
coming. It was a tremendous climax. She was screaming 
and jerking, and kicking her heels on my back. And I 
had it all on camera. That made it even better. 

About the time I rolled off of her, I thought I saw the 
curtains move in the window above. I hoped whoever was 
watching got an eyeful. I knew I would be long gone 
before anyone could get down here. And whoever it was, 
that was her problem.

Reality started to set in right after the big climax. I 
could see she was asking herself what she had gotten 
herself into. I really didn't have time for that 
bullshit. I suggested she had better get in before 
someone came out. She nodded and looked like she didn't 
know what to do. I reached across and opened her door. 
She got out and stood there with her blouse open, her 
bra undone and tits hanging out, and a big wet spot on 
her skirt. I told her not to forget her purse, and said 
how great it was and that I hoped to see her tomorrow 
at work. She didn't say a thing. I drove off, leaving 
her standing there.

The next day I went to George's office to claim my 
prize. I told him I earned both the hundred and the 
thousand. He said "Sure, like hell you did. Nobody 
nails the Ice Princess." I just dropped the panties on 
his desk. He picked them up, looked at them, sniffed 
the dried juices, and said "Nice, but how do I know 
where you got them." 

I said, "Got you, Georgie, look on your e-mail." I had 
downloaded some selected photos from the phone this 
morning before coming in, and emailed them to George. 
All he could do was stare at the photos. The timer 
missed a few good shots, but there were some great ones 
there. George asked if there were more; I said sure, 
I'd send him a copy of all of them. He laughed and 
wrote me a check. George is a great sport, but I have a 
feeling he will be getting something for his money. 

"You going to see her again?" George asked. 

"I may fuck her again when I come to town, otherwise, 
no." I responded. 

"Did you think about what this might do to her 
marriage?" 

"That's her problem, George, not mine. Why do women 
think they can do what they want to, then get you to 
take responsibility for their actions and help them fix 
things?"

George laughed again and said "You are a cold bastard, 
Todd."

I told him "She's a grown woman and should have known 
what she was getting into. If there are any problems 
with her husband, she should have thought of that 
before she let me jump her bones. She could have said 
no at any time and I would probably have stopped, at 
least any time before I got my dick in her. No backing 
out after that point. Whether she wants to admit it or 
not, she wanted what she got and she damn sure enjoyed 
it. Anyway, it is her problem. I don't wish her any bad 
luck, but I really don't give a shit either way." 

Jeanie phoned in sick this morning. She tried several 
times to call me, but I was too busy to take time to 
listen to some bitch whine or to explain that while 
last night was a fun evening, I am not about to be tied 
down to any one woman. At least with the photos, there 
was no way she was going to be claiming rape. It was 
obvious she was a willing participant. 

The shot with her hand down my pants was great. I'll 
fuck her again next time I'm in town, if she is still 
here. Women are funny, you have to treat them like a 
queen before you fuck them, but once you fuck them you 
have to treat them like a whore—then they keep coming 
back for more. We could have a hell of an evening in a 
real bed. Anyway, I've got a plane to catch. It is 
going to be fun spending George's money.

END

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