The Great Window: Pt. 02

Chapter Five

It had been two weeks since Annie had her brief, yet exciting encounter at the window with Alastair. The curtains had been drawn in the den and both of Livingston's cars had been gone. Annie inquired with Charlene, the neighborhood gossip, but even she didn't seem to know where they went. In the intervening weeks, Annie grew restless. The image of Alastair's body tensioning during his explosive release was all Annie could think about. She had purposely refrained from self pleasure, hoping to have another opportunity at the window. Yet, as the weeks rolled by Annie became concerned about her neighbors.

One evening, she sipped a glass of Merlot and fidgeted with Alastair's business card. She looked over the email address and had even typed it in the recipient box of her personal email account. This was not the first time Annie had taken these steps over the last two weeks. She really had no idea what she would say and did not know where to begin. She flipped the card over in her hand and let it drop to the desk. She sighed and took a long sip of wine when she heard the tell-tale crunch of tires on wet pavement.

Annie bolted to her bedroom window and looked down at the driveway of the Victorian. To her dismay it was Alastair's wife, Margaret. She wore her typical black slacks and black fitted suit coat. When she got out of the car and into the rain, she held her briefcase above her head as a makeshift umbrella. Margaret walked quickly to the front door, out of sight. Within minutes the lights of the Victorian illuminated and almost every window lit up with a cool glow. Annie took her glass of wine and headed downstairs.

She sat at her kitchen island, the cool granite countertop against her elbows. She still wore her black yoga pants and baggy, cropped shirt over her black sports bra. She had sat so long at her computer she neglected to change into her comfy house clothes. The great bay window opened up onto the side yard between her house and the Victorian. Here, she had a great view of Alastair's den. However, this was the only window currently dark. Annie sipped her wine, remembering the look on Alastair's face as his creamy semen splashed against that window. Annie felt a warmth in her core, becoming very aware of her lack of release over the last fortnight.

Annie looked longingly at Alastair's window, then she noticed something. A light was bouncing around the room, as if someone had a flashlight or cell phone in the dark. Annie got low in the dark of her kitchen and moved to the edge of the great window. Through a small gap in the curtains, Annie could see a figure holding a light in the dark. From what Annie could see, it was Margaret in a red silk robe. She was only in the room for a moment, but Annie had the suspicion that she was looking for something hidden in Alastair's den.

Just as quickly as Annie had seen the light, it was gone. Annie downed the last of her wine and headed upstairs to bed. On her way she haphazardly removed her clothes and threw them in a hamper, she collapsed nude into her bed, still wet from her imagination running wild.

Chapter Six

Annie was out running errands the next day. She wore tight blue jeans that hugged her curves and a baggy black top with no bra. She felt very cute in the outfit and loved how her tits swung free against the soft fabric of her shirt. She picked up some new books at the bookstore and was just finishing up putting them in the trunk of her car when a new store caught her eye.

On the opposite side of the parking lot, in a strip mall there was a new store named 'The Nocturne Boutique' written in script pink writing on an LED sign. Annie locked her car and walked across the lot. As the store came into view she noticed it was an adult novelty shop. In the window there was a wide variety of swimwear and lingerie. Curious, Annie walked into the store.

The space smelled of sandalwood and Argan oil, and it was quite pleasant to Annie's senses. She took in the small store and noted the beautiful and scandalous lingerie, the racks of pornographic discs, and on the back wall... a vast display of sex toys. Annie stood in awe for a moment, taking in the various colors and shapes of the sex aids.

"Can I help you?"

The voice shocked her back into reality. Annie turned to her right and saw a short, full-figured woman standing nearby. She was about the same age as Annie, had enormous pale breasts that seemed to burst from her black top, and a large belly that allowed the breasts to rest upon it. She had winged eye makeup and wore black lipstick. She was very beautiful and her smile was extremely inviting to Annie.

"No, I'm just looking. I didn't know a store like this moved into town," Annie said politely.

"We just opened last week! I'm Vera, I'm the owner here," she said cheerfully.

Annie took her eyes off the woman and continued to look over the wall of toys. "You really do have a lot here don't you?"

Vera, sensing Annie's interest and trepidation approached the counter in front of the dildo-laden wall. "See something you like?"

Annie chuckled to herself. She had never owned a sex toy and part of her felt silly for even being mildly interested in the idea. However, as she looked them over, she thought about her decades long experience with her fingers and wondered if she could spice up her routine.

"I'm really just looking. I've never tried a... toy before," Annie said, surprised to hear how relaxed her voice was in the presence of a stranger as well as a hundred dildos.

Vera spoke with a laugh, her large breasts cascading in her top, "first-timers are always welcome. I recommend starting out with something simple. Perhaps a hands-free dildo?"

Vera pointed at a large cock-shaped rubber object that was purple, about ten inches long, and had a suction cup on the bottom. Instantly, Annie's mind clicked to the granite countertop of her kitchen island facing the great window. That would stick so well to that pristine surface. She instantly felt the allure of such a toy, especially if it drew the attention of Alastair.

"I like the idea of that, but that one is a bit too big for me."

"Is there a size you have in mind?" Vera asked.

Before she knew what she was saying, she began describing Alastair's cock in detail. "Seven inches long, just thick enough to where my fingers can encircle it. Circumcised. A thick vein traveling the length. A perfect pink tip and powerful rigidity."

Vera smiled at the description, "sounds like you know exactly what you want. Let me go see what I can find." Vera spun around, her large ass shaking quite violently as she walked to the back room. While Annie waited, she looked over the lingerie. She only owned one set of lingerie in her life. She had bought it for her boyfriend in college. He came over one night and she opened the door wearing it. He was so drunk he threw up in the hallway and passed out in her arms. Since then, the sexiness of that type of clothing had worn off.

Vera emerged from the backroom with a box that had pink and black abstract shapes on it. Vera set the box on the glass countertop and slid the interior box from the outer one. Vera then lifted a small sheet of tissue paper and Annie's breath caught in her throat. Inside the box was a fleshy, realistically-colored dildo. It was lighter than Alastair's skin tone, but the shape, length, and girth were all very similar. Vera removed it from the box and stood it up on the counter. She stroked it playfully a few times and it bobbed back and forth, standing rigid.

"What do you think?" Very asked, smiling. She seemingly already knew Annie's answer, due to the fact that Annie's mouth was agape as her fingers fidgeted on the countertop.

"It's... it's really lifelike," Annie spoke slowly, finally finding her voice.

"Yes, it is. This is a new model that has become really popular. I've added a few to my personal collection. They feel absolutely amazing." Vera bit her lip a bit as she talked.

"I'll take it," Annie said out loud before her brain knew what she was doing.

"I thought you might. I'm going to throw in some special lube that feels amazing on this specific material," Vera said cheerfully as she tapped the iPad on the counter. Annie blindly inserted her card, not caring what the total bill was. She was having trouble removing her eyes from the toy.

Vera re-boxed the dildo and put it in a discreet brown paper bag along with a small bottle of lubricant. As Annie was leaving, Vera called out to her, "have fun and I hope to see you again!"

Chapter Seven

When Annie pulled into the driveway she was relieved to see two SUVs in the driveway of the Victorian. Partly because she was worried that something happened to Alastair, but also a hope, deep down, that the den curtains would be pulled back this evening. It was about five o'clock and Annie had some chores to do around the house before she took her nightly soak in the tub. She went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and was dismayed to see the curtain's drawn in the Victorian's den. She unboxed the dildo and cleaned it with warm water and soap and left it on the kitchen island along with the lube.

She went upstairs and pulled off her jeans and top. She was surprised to see a small, wet, creamy stain on her black panties. "My, that boutique did have an effect on me," she said as she glanced at the empty box sitting on her dresser. She drew herself a bath and sank into the warm water.

She caressed the soapy lather into her skin and let her fingers linger on her sensitive nipples and swollen, needy clit. She enjoyed teasing herself in these moments, knowing that she was saving herself for the eyes of Alastair.

After the bath she sat on the bed and applied lotion to her skin which was still a deep pink from the hot water. She moisturized her legs, stomach, and breasts, taking time to excite her skin under her touch. She moaned as her hands tranced the most sensitive parts of her body. She looked at herself in the full body mirror. She grinned as she turned, looking over her full ass and slight belly. She donned her blue, cloth robe, and headed downstairs.

She entered the kitchen and the lights were off. She looked out through the great window and to her surprise Alastair's den was illuminated and un-curtained. She could see two figures walking around in the Victorian. Annie crept to the edge of the window and saw Alastair and Margaret talking. No, they weren't talking, they were arguing. Margaret looked furious, circling Alastair and pointing her finger in his face. Alastair stood, leaning against his desk, looking as calm as he ever did.

Margaret picked up a stack of papers and waved them near Alastair's face. Her face was red with anger and Annie could tell her glasses were getting steamed up. She wore yellow silk pajamas that seemed too big for her petite body. Alastair still stood against the desk, watching his wife's every move. He wore his burgundy silk pajamas and Annie noticed a delightful tuft of black and gray chest hair peeking out from his collar.

Annie felt herself being pushed again, that same erotic, forbidden feeling from before. She watched the events unfold next door and her eyes jumped from the heat and anger of Margaret's face to the calm demeanor of Alastair. Suddenly, Margaret threw the pages into her husband's chest and they fell to the floor. She stood, staring at Alastair, her back to Annie. Annie could see the older woman's shoulders rise and fall, and knew she was crying. At this Alastair wrapped his arms around her, bringing her head into his chest. From where Annie stood in the shadows, she could see Alastair caress his wife's back and then he ran a hand through her hair.

He slowly pulled her head away from his body, looked her in the eyes and spoke. Annie could not hear the words, nor was she adept at lip reading, but whatever he said relaxed Margaret. Her shoulders dropped and Annie could see from her sharp bob-haircut that she was looking up at her husband. Then, Alastair leaned forward and kissed his wife. Once again, Annie could not see the action, but could see the increasingly voracious movements of the couple's heads.

To Annie's surprise, Alastair pushed Margaret's pajama top off her shoulders revealing her tan, freckled back. Annie was allured by the woman's soft-looking skin and her eyes were drawn to the slim nature of her waist. Annie knew she had a small frame, but was in awe of how tiny she appeared before Alastair. He ran his fingers in Margaret's hair as they passionately kissed. The husband and wife were in their early sixties, twenty years older than Annie, yet they had a raw sexuality about them and Annie felt her pussy clench.

Annie's eyes widened at what happened next. Annie watched as the silver bob-haired woman lowered herself and leveled her face with Alastair's crotch. From Annie's point of view she could not see exactly what was happening, but by the sharp, slow moments of Margaret's head, Annie could tell she was slowly sucking Alastair's perfect cock.

Emboldened, Annie swiftly moved in the dark and switched on the kitchen lights. She walked to the kitchen island and leaned her back against the granite top. Her cloth robe fell open showing her spread cleavage and roundish belly. She waited for Alastair to notice her form through the window. It took several impatient moments but Alastair looked up from the oral efforts of his wife and locked eyes with Annie. His gaze grew wide as he saw Annie standing in her well-lit kitchen through the great window, her robe falling open to expose her freshly-cleaned body.

Alastair ran his hand through Margaret's hair as Annie saw his hips quicken their pace, slowly fucking the mouth of his wife. Annie reached behind her and grabbed the dildo. While keeping sharp eye contact with Alastair, she guided the realistic toy to her lips. Annie smiled as the tip of the dildo grazed her teeth. Annie thought that surely Alastair would recognize the similarities between the phallic toy and his own thick cock.

Annie slowly inserted the rubber cock into her mouth and made sure to extensively show Alastair her tongue as it swirled around the tip. Annie pushed it past her lips, surprised by how quickly it filled her small mouth. Alastair looked down at his wife as she bobbed on his cock. Alastair turned slightly and Annie got a glimpse of Margaret as she sucked Alastair's sturdy shaft. Annie noticed that Margaret was lavishing all her attention on the first two or three inches of the seven-inch cock. While Margaret was quite skilled with her tongue and pumping her fist up and down the length, Annie could tell was not sufficient in other skills.

Annie, as she licked and sucked on the fake cock, had a clever idea. She would show Alastair something that he maybe had not received in years, if not decades. She decided she was going to deepthroat this thick shaft. Annie remembered her terrible gag reflex and knew she was venturing into uncharted territory. Still, she pushed the shaft deeper into her mouth. When the stiff toy hit the back of her throat she withstood the need to gag and pull the dildo out. There was something about the fascination in Alastair's eyes that spurred her on.

She gripped the toy by the fake balls and pushed. She felt the shaft bulge in her throat and her vision became obscured by the tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked and could see the look on Alastair's face. His mouth was wide open and he was staring directly at the contracting throat of his neighbor. Annie let the cock rest for a while, fully buried in her throat. She resisted the urge to gag as she held Alastair in rapt attention.

Mercifully she pulled the toy out of her throat, a long string of saliva connecting it to her swollen lips. She lapped and sucked messily at the cock as Margaret did the same to the real Alastair. Annie, by this time, could feel the deep moisture growing in her cunt and was yearning for penetration. She turned her back to Alastair and slammed the toy down onto the counter, suctioning it in place. She then removed her robe, allowing Alastair to see her full round ass.

She walked behind the island and used a stool to ascend to the counter top. Again, she locked eyes with Alastair. She dropped a few drops of lube onto the toy and positioned herself over it. At that moment, Alastair raised his hand, showing the palm to Annie. She immediately stopped her action, surprised by the power he had over her through two panes of glass.

He moved his hands to Margaret's chin, pulling her off his shaft. Then, he did something that made Annie both nervous and excited. He positioned himself behind Margaret, pulling her pants down and spreading her legs. He then pushed her head down so she was facing the floor and rotated them both ninety degrees. Alastair was now looking directly at Annie as he began to slide into his wife as she bent over before him.

As if on command, Annie lowered herself on the dildo as Alastair pushed into Margaret. Instantly, Annie felt that her pussy was full. She groaned loudly as the realistic cock pushed into her under her own weight. She looked into the den and saw Alastair slowly bury his length in Margaret, who was still looking down, possibly at the intrusion between her legs.

Annie moaned, feeling the full length invade her, slowly she pulled up the length and dropped back down trying desperately to match the rhythmic movements of Alastair through the great window. He gripped his wife's slight hips and increased his pace. Annie did as well, riding the full length of the shaft. She bounced quickly on the dildo, feeling it fill her completely.

Annie felt the familiar surge within her, knowing that her first orgasm was about to sweep her away in the tide of extreme pleasure. At the moment right before her imminent release, Alastair grabbed a fistful of his wife's gray hair and yanked her head up.

Annie's eyes met Margaret's just as Annie felt a hot flush of her orgasm slam into her. She screamed from pleasure and shame as she hilted herself on an exact replica of Margaret's husband's cock. Annie could see the lips of Margaret move in anger, seeing Annie's naked form bouncing on a thick dildo. Alastair increased his pace and Margaret's mouth fell open, her eyes rolling back. Annie, with a renewed energy slammed up and down on the dildo, leaning forward as she did so. Her heavy tits swung violently with every forceful drop onto the full length of dildo.

Due to Alastair's grip on Margaret's hair, his wife was forced to watch the lewd display of her neighbor as Annie came again, this time spraying a burst of clear liquid from her cunt. Annie swore that in that moment she heard the grunts of Alastair and the half-angry scream of Margaret through the windows as they both came hard at the vision of Annie squirting. Annie watched as Alastair held his wife in place, filling her up with his hot, thick cum.

Alastair pulled out of his wife and Margaret immediately and angrily pulled the curtains shut. Annie sat there, the full length of the dildo still buried in her. She looked at the closed curtains and closed her eyes, she recalled the rage in Margaret's eyes and all it took was one more journey up and down Alastair's replica cock to push her over the edge one last time.

She shook wildly as she pulled off the cock, the countertop slick with her residue. Annie sat for several moments, lost in the haze of pleasure. She wondered what transpired in the now sequestered den of the Victorian, but as she gazed at her reflection in the great window, Annie was fully satisfied. She dutifully cleaned the counter, donned her robe, and grabbed the soaking dildo as she headed to bed.

Annie slept well that night. However, it did not take long for Annie to discover the ramifications of her actions. Ramifications that redefined many, many things...