She didn’t know who might be watching from another building, using a telescope. Her hope was that her face wouldn’t be seen clearly, or maybe with glare from the sun on the outside of the pane, she wouldn’t be seen at all.
Her boyfriend promised her if she cooperated, he would let her go in an hour. He asked her to think some dirty thoughts, something to get herself aroused so her nipples would be visibly erect and so that there would be the slightest hint of moistening between her legs. She had a little trouble getting excited, so boyfriend helped her out by fondling and teasing her.
“Is the hour up yet?” she whispered.
He glanced at his watch. “Almost,” he replied. He heard her breath become deep and rhythmic, punctuated by a gasp now and then.
She could not hold out. His forefinger had pushed into her vagina and triggered a massive orgasm when she felt the friction from its callused fingertip slide across her clitoris.
She heard a whirring from outside, and a shadow descended on the glass from above.
“They’re right on time,” he said. “Every Monday, like clockwork.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, alarmed. A wave of panic swept over her.
Then the scaffolding came into view, and the window washers outside stopped at eye-to-crotch level and stared at her in astonishment. And rapt appreciation.
“Ohhhhhh………no, noooooo…!” she moaned. “GET ME OUT OF THIS!” She was still shuddering from a series of multiple orgasms, and she couldn’t stop her stomach muscles from jerking and trying to bend her double. She wanted to curl into a fetal position, but her limbs strained against their bonds.
“Here. Let me help you now,” he said.
He stood behind her, his belly rubbing against the small of her back. His chin rested on her shoulder, and he looked down between her legs. He then reached around her with each hand, and gently spread apart the lips of her pussy for the window-washers to see.
She had laughed at him on their first date. At a local bar after the movie, his suspenders had snapped and his pants fell down. It was bad enough with the bar patrons laughing at his beet-red face, but his own date… He would show her. She would know what real embarrassment is.
The drug slipped into her drink just before they left the bar did the trick. She fell asleep in the car.
When she awakened the apartment was dark, but dimly lit by the lights of the city through the window. The window. She felt stiff and achy. Groggy, it took her a few minutes to realize she was naked, and that she couldn’t move from her oh-so-exposed position. Oh, God, the window. The red-lit numerals on a clock to her left told her it was midnight.
She struggled for the next six hours to get free, increasingly frantic. The sun would be coming up. The entire city would be able to see her. She forced down her instinct to call for help. She had no idea who might respond, and she would be inviting exactly the humiliating disaster she wanted so desperately to avoid. But a helpless whimper of terror escaped from deep in her throat anyway, as she tried again and again to free herself.
Well I’d say that’s pretty arousing!
She didn’t know who might be watching from another building, using a telescope. Her hope was that her face wouldn’t be seen clearly, or maybe with glare from the sun on the outside of the pane, she wouldn’t be seen at all.
Her boyfriend promised her if she cooperated, he would let her go in an hour. He asked her to think some dirty thoughts, something to get herself aroused so her nipples would be visibly erect and so that there would be the slightest hint of moistening between her legs. She had a little trouble getting excited, so boyfriend helped her out by fondling and teasing her.
“Is the hour up yet?” she whispered.
He glanced at his watch. “Almost,” he replied. He heard her breath become deep and rhythmic, punctuated by a gasp now and then.
She could not hold out. His forefinger had pushed into her vagina and triggered a massive orgasm when she felt the friction from its callused fingertip slide across her clitoris.
She heard a whirring from outside, and a shadow descended on the glass from above.
“They’re right on time,” he said. “Every Monday, like clockwork.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, alarmed. A wave of panic swept over her.
Then the scaffolding came into view, and the window washers outside stopped at eye-to-crotch level and stared at her in astonishment. And rapt appreciation.
“Ohhhhhh………no, noooooo…!” she moaned. “GET ME OUT OF THIS!” She was still shuddering from a series of multiple orgasms, and she couldn’t stop her stomach muscles from jerking and trying to bend her double. She wanted to curl into a fetal position, but her limbs strained against their bonds.
“Here. Let me help you now,” he said.
He stood behind her, his belly rubbing against the small of her back. His chin rested on her shoulder, and he looked down between her legs. He then reached around her with each hand, and gently spread apart the lips of her pussy for the window-washers to see.
Hmm. Attaching chains to her labia lip rings and attaching THOSE to the suction cups would add … er … be good … what was I saying?
She had laughed at him on their first date. At a local bar after the movie, his suspenders had snapped and his pants fell down. It was bad enough with the bar patrons laughing at his beet-red face, but his own date… He would show her. She would know what real embarrassment is.
The drug slipped into her drink just before they left the bar did the trick. She fell asleep in the car.
When she awakened the apartment was dark, but dimly lit by the lights of the city through the window. The window. She felt stiff and achy. Groggy, it took her a few minutes to realize she was naked, and that she couldn’t move from her oh-so-exposed position. Oh, God, the window. The red-lit numerals on a clock to her left told her it was midnight.
She struggled for the next six hours to get free, increasingly frantic. The sun would be coming up. The entire city would be able to see her. She forced down her instinct to call for help. She had no idea who might respond, and she would be inviting exactly the humiliating disaster she wanted so desperately to avoid. But a helpless whimper of terror escaped from deep in her throat anyway, as she tried again and again to free herself.