The Great Window

Chapter One

Annie sat at the kitchen island sipping her coffee while looking out the large bay window that took up almost the entire wall. She loved that view. She would often enjoy her coffee on the same stool, resting her arms on the cool granite countertop, gazing dreamingly out the window. She could see her garden in the side yard as well as the enormous Victorian house next door. She absolutely loved the styling of the Victorian, which was part of the reasons she bought her house in the first place. The Victorian was very out of place in comparison to the modern, boxy homes like hers that scattered the cul-de-sac.

As Annie finished her cup and got up to pour a new one, a rumbling sound drew her attention. She walked to the window just in time to see a moving truck back into the driveway of the Victorian. Intrigued, she leaned against the wall, trying to make herself as small as possible on the fringes of the wide glass frame.

Two burly men opened the back of the truck and pulled down a large metal ramp, a Subaru SUV pulled alongside the truck. A woman popped out of the SUV. She was a beautiful gray haired woman of about 60 with a short bob and thick rimmed glasses. She had a very slight frame and stood about five foot five inches. She carried herself with a commanding grace that made Annie instantly uncomfortable. The woman appeared to immediately berate the moving men as she apparently was concerned that the outer back wheel of the truck was a bit too close to the edge of the driveway. The men pulled up the ramp, closed the rear and began repositioning the truck. After a few tense minutes of the woman directing the driver, she was happy with the placement and the movers began unloading boxes and furniture into the house.

Annie watched the moving men and the bob-haired woman worked unloading the car for over two hours. The woman could be heard barking orders and making exaggerating movements, directing the men with the heavy items. Annie sat back, pleased, sipping on her coffee. She was happy that the Victorian house had a new occupant. The house had been sitting for over two years empty and to Annie, that felt sad for some reason. A house as beautiful as that deserved to be lived in and enjoyed.

Just as the men were finishing up the hours of unloading, another car pulled into the driveway. It was a similar SUV to the bob-haired woman's but this time a man emerged from the driver's seat. Annie's breath hitched as she took in the man's appearance. He was around six feet tall and had close cropped salt and pepper hair with a silver beard. He wore horn rimmed glasses and wore a crisp black button up shirt tucked into silver slacks. He was neither muscular, nor thin, but very average. There was just something about the man that Annie found deeply attractive. He was about 60 years old and Annie was instantly transfixed on the man.

As the man took in the truck and the scattered items on the driveway, the bob-haired woman came up to him and began talking quickly. Annie could not hear any words exchanged, but she could see that the woman was not happy with the day's events. The man was immensely calm and stood tall over his wife. He talked, moving his thin lips slowly. After a few exchanges the woman's demeanor changed and the man and woman disappeared into the house. Soon after the truck drove away.

Chapter Two

Over the next month or so Annie noticed the house change. First, it was painted a dull gray color from its previously brilliant baby blue and white accents. The brightly colored tulips around the side yard and front walk were dug up and replaced with gravel and paving stones. However, the part that Annie disliked was the dark curtains that were placed over the beautiful windows of the house. Annie loved looking into those windows and seeing the intricate woodwork of the floors and walls. She dreaded what that ghastly woman would be doing to all that natural wood. From her kitchen, Annie could see directly into the den of the house, which was nothing more than a small sitting room with a fireplace and bookshelves built into the walls.

One day Annie was walking her dog, Alexander and she happened upon Charlene, the neighborhood gossip.

"Hello Charlene," Annie gleefully expressed as the portly woman walked up the sidewalk

"Annie!" Charlene shouted as the women stopped on the sidewalk in front of the Victorian.

After a few minutes of dull chit-chat, Annie asked Charlene what she knew about the couple that bought the Victorian.

"Well, I'm glad you asked! They're a couple in from Arizona. The wife, I think her name is Margaret, is an interior designer that does a lot of her work in Arizona so she is often away from home. Good God I can't believe she is a designer after what she did to that beautiful house."

Annie nodded in agreement. She paused for a moment..."and the husband?"

Chalene, grinned, a glint in her eye. "He is a professor of Literature at the University. Apparently he is the new dean of the college. His name is Alastair, I think he's British"

Annie looked at the house, even more curious than before.

Charlene leaned in and whispered, "he keeps to himself. He's very quiet. One would have to be with a wife like that."

Annie half-heartedly laughed. "Thank you Charlene, they seem like nice people. I'm just glad someone is enjoying the Victorian."

Chapter Three

A few weeks later Annie was finishing up her nightly soak in the bath. It was her time to release the stress of the day and take back some of the positivity that gets stolen away during the day. As she got out of the water she looked herself over in the mirror. She was 40 and kept herself in pretty good shape. She had medium length blonde hair that was usually in a high bun. Her skin was pale, yet dappled with freckles and sunspots. Her hips were wide and accentuated her slim waist. She had a small belly that Annie found adorable and her breasts hung low on her chest, large but highlighted by perky pink nipples that seemed to defy gravity. She lifted her leg onto the countertop and trimmed her landing strip with a razor. She felt a thrill as the cool razor glided across her still hot skin. Her pussy was responding well to the touch and she gave herself a treat by dragging a finger through her soft pink folds. She moaned and smiled, very happy with herself.

Annie wrapped the towel around her breasts and padded down to the kitchen to make some tea to finish her late night ritual. As the kettle began to boil, her gaze fell on the large bay window. To her surprise the curtains were open in the Victorian's den. Instinctually, she turned off the lights in the kitchen and slinked to the edge of the great window.

From what Annie could see in the den was that one lamp was lit, which spread warm amber light around the room. She could tell that the room was exactly as it was before, however, the shelves were full of books and there was some beautiful art on the walls. This made Annie happy to see the room stay the same. Suddenly, she became aware of a shadow in the room. Alastair walked into the room and sat in the large leather chair in the corner under the lamp. He adjusted his spectacles and opened a book.

Annie watched him for several minutes as he read. His eyes were intense as he scrutinized every page. He had a small notebook next to him on a side table and every so often he would make notes in it with a yellow pencil. Annie was drawn to the calm of this man. There was something about the intensity of the way he read that made her weak in the knees.

Annie felt herself give in to the man's presence. In the shadows of her kitchen, she let the towel drop to the floor. She put one leg up on the dining room table chair and used her right hand to trace the outline of her swollen clit. She moaned at her own touch, circling her clit slowly as she drank in the man's features. He was handsome, yes, but the intensity of his mind is what captured her. She felt a heat pool in her center as her eyes rolled back in her head. She picked up the pace of her fingers, feeling the illicit excitement of watching this stoic man build within her.

Annie watched Alastair intently and coaxed out a long-awaited orgasm. She groaned as she climaxed, pleased with the wet hotness filling her. "Fuck," Annie said as her breath slowed. She felt alive for the first time in months. She picked up the towel and headed for bed.

Chapter Four

Over the next week Annie purposefully avoided the great window. Besides, the curtains had been drawn and Margaret had been home for the majority of the week. Annie busied herself with gardening and yoga on her back deck.

The sun on her skin felt good as she began to mourn the end of summer. She craned her neck to the Victorian's back yard as she was stretching into Warrior Pose #2. In the garden of the Victorian she could see Alastair tending to a small raised bed of plants. Even in a pair of cargo pants and a plaid short sleeve shirt he looked distinguished. Annie, dressed in a tight pink sports bra and black yoga pants, thought she looked very alluring and secretly hoped she wouldn't be the only one to notice. As she transitioned into Extended Side Angle, Alastair turned and walked toward the house. There was no fence between the properties and Annie had a clear view of the man as he walked across his backyard.

Alastair walked right into the house without even giving Annie a first glance, let alone a second one. Annie finished her yoga session and slumped into a deck chair. The intensity of that first night watching him felt like a distant memory. She knew she shouldn't obsess over this married man who probably didn't know she existed, but she found his perceived intelligence and intensity deeply erotic.

That night as Annie finished her bathing and tea making, she sat at her kitchen island looking out the bay window. Her kitchen was fully lit in the setting sunlight and she noticed, yet again that Alastair's den had no curtains drawn on the window. She noticed that Alastair sat in his wingback chair with his book and his notebook, making scribbles with his pencil as he read.

Annie felt emboldened. In one swift motion, she hopped up on the kitchen island and dropped the towel. She felt the cool marble under her ass and that only made the next motion all the more stimulating. She spread her creamy thighs and aimed her neatly trimmed pussy toward the great window. It was a strange sensation... she could see into the den of the Victorian house, but could also see her reflection in the large glass pane of the window.

She began to rub her pussy, slowly. The moisture began to build as she expertly rubbed her clit with her index and middle fingers. She stared at herself in the glass, fully aroused by her own reflection. Between the tight circling of her clit she slid a finger into her heated entrance. She moaned as she watched herself masturbate, a thrill she relished. She closed her eyes as the thrill began to swell.

About thirty seconds passed as she was lost in her own self pleasure. She groggily opened her eyes as she fingered her now soaked pussy and was instantly taken aback by the image looking back at her. Beyond the reflection of her spread legs and glistening cunt was the intense eyes and chiseled face of Alastair.

Annie instantly felt like recoiling and covering herself with the towel, but instead she grinned and drew her fingers up to her mouth. As she looked the man in the eyes she began to lick her fingers clean. Alaistair just stood watching, reading her as if she was one of his dusty books.

Annie brought her fingers back down to between her legs and began the slow circles on her swollen clit. As she did that, Alastiar did something Annie did not expect. He sat on the desk, not taking his eyes off Annie and mimicked her pose.

He spread his legs wide, the thin fabric of his silk pajamas straining against the extension of his legs. His hand moved down to his crotch and he began to trace the shape of a thick bulge in the burgundy material. Annie's breath became quite ragged seeing the man engaged in such an lewd act.

After a few moments, Alastair slid his silk bottoms down past his knees. Annie groaned loudly, a sound she could never remember making before in her life. The sight before her was burned forever, deep into her memory.

Alastair had exposed his gorgeous cock. It was thick and circumcised. It was about seven inches long and it had a power that Annie could not define. It was completely shaved and had a small patch of grayish hair right at the top of the base. It took all of Annie's might to tear her eyes away from that beautiful member to reconnect with Alastair's intense eyes.

Annie's breath literally stopped in her throat when she met eyes with Alastair. She paused her movements and drank in the sight of the man. She moaned as she noticed his hand move to what base of the thickness between his legs. He began stroking slowly, never looking away from Annie's spread form. Annie picked her own pace, rubbing her pussy faster as she watched as the older man stroked his cock with... deliberate intensity.

Annie continued sliding fingers into her wet slit. Her left hand deftly circled her clit as she became lost in the haze of the events. Alastair was stroking faster now. Drawing out the precum from his tip to use as lube, he also started holding the cock firm at the base allowing for Annie to view the whole shaft as it protruded obscenely from his hips. Annie grinned at the image of the married man stroking so intently. She reached up with her right hand and played with her rigid pink nipple of her right breast, tugging it and pinching it as she massaged her stimulated button.

Annie felt the building of her own orgasm deep within her. She sped up her fingers instinctually. She looked at Alastair with wide eyes. His gaze met hers and with a knowing bite of his lower lip, Annie knew what was about to happen.

Annie felt the orgasm rip through her with the speed of a raging locomotive. Her breathing completely stopped as the fluids gushed onto the cool counter beneath her. Just as her eyes had finished rolling back into her head, she saw it... Alastair's release.

His eruption was almost shocking to Annie. His large testicles tightened and he exploded twelve large bursts of hot white cum from his flared tip. Four of those long ropes splattered on the den window while the others fell helplessly on the floor and his thighs. Annie felt another orgasm crest over her like a tidal wave. She looked on as the distinguished man drew deep heavy breaths and stared at Annie.

Annie eventually stood up and grabbed the towel. When she turned around the den across the side yard was empty. The thick white remnants of Alastair's pleasure remained on the glass and Annie turned off the kitchen lights and slinked away to bed.

Epilogue

The next morning Annie made her pour over coffee and sat at the great window. Alastair's den window was perfectly clean, all the remains of last night seemingly wiped away. Annie smiled at the thought of the married man cumming to her spread pussy. The den curtains were drawn and Annie licked her lips. After her morning coffee Annie headed upstairs to get dressed. On the floor next to the front door was a small rectangle of cardboard. She picked it up and flipped it over. On the textured business card it said:

Alastair Livingston

Dean

College of Arts and Sciences

Crestbridge University

Under the email was a well written note in pencil that said, "I'll meet you tonight at the great window"

Annie smiled and leaned hard against the wall. She always knew she loved that house.