Livia at the Window

I went to see an old friend today. I'm glad I did.

We've known each other for 15 years, ran around in adjacent circles back when I lived in the city. He is a straight edge punk bad boy type, very handsome, very tall, well-dressed, and not interested in girls like me. I thought. He's an artist and draws a lot of women in various states of undress or in compromising positions.

I was feeling saucy and said something about how those girls all looked familiar. He looked away, a little bit shy. I pushed, feeling bold, "Is there something I should know?" I asked him.

I'd been anticipating this. Maybe I always knew, somewhere on the inside. We'd been chatting for the past couple of years, long distance, since I moved away. Two years is a long time to anticipate something.

"It's you. Not each individual piece, but the inspiration. It's you. It was always you. I want you." He took my hand and lead me upstairs.

Along with being an artist, he owns a vintage clothing store/warehouse where he sources many of the things he uses when he's getting somebody to pose for him. The store is the entire third floor of this warehouse. An old industrial type building with a huge open space and big, tall floor to ceiling windows all along the wall on the side facing the street. These massive windows look out on a bustling, busy, newly converted shopping area. Walking along in the clothes, running my hands over various outfits on the racks I was more than a bit shocked when he turned back to me rather than leading and pulled me toward him. Our lips met and I discovered what a glorious kisser he is. I grabbed him and held him close. His hands were gliding around on my back and sides. One hand slid up pushing his fingers into my hair. The other hand dropped lower and grabbed my ass, rubbing and squeezing.

I was shocked by the intensity. I was instantly worked up. I definitely needed more of this. He pushed his hand up off my ass and under my tank top. He pulled his other hand down and started rubbing my tits. I kept kissing him while I started to push my hips against his. He's good with clothing and my bra clasp didn't stand a chance. It was unhooked and pushed up in a heartbeat or two.

He pulled away from the kiss, "I need to see you. I want you to be completely naked." He proceeded to pull my bra and my tank top up and over my head, dropping them on a clothing rack next to us. Saturdays are appointment only, but this was still the middle of the store. It's a big open space and I was losing my clothes in what felt like a totally not private place. He pushed my light, summer pants down and they pooled at my feet. I picked one foot up and out of my clothes, allowing better access between my legs. His long, strong fingers started rubbing my most private area. He slid two fingers inside me, curling up and finding just the right spot. I moaned. With this encouragement he pumped his fingers in and out and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. After a few moments of his fingers pumping away my legs were extremely wobbly. I needed more and pushed my hips forward toward him.

"Let's go to the couch" he said.

Dear reader, the couch is directly in front of and centered on the wall of windows.

I pushed him onto the couch, yanking his pants down to his knees. His rigid cock popped up immediately. I needed to taste him. I grabbed him at the base of the shaft and put him into my mouth. He was rock hard. It wasn't a simple thing to just suck his cock. It was a really impressively sized cock. As I slurped I realized I was DYING for it. I turned so he could finger me more. We traded off between me blowing him and him finger-fucking me until I couldn't take it any more.

I begged. "Please, I need it."

He turned and pushed me onto the couch, onto my knees, facing the window. I braced myself with one hand against the glass, my breasts swinging freely. He then pushed my right thigh up so it was resting on the couch arm. One leg down and one leg up I was wide open. He pushed down ever so slightly on my lower back and pulled my hips closer to him. Then he plunged in. I made a sound that was some combination of a scream-sigh-moan.

I couldn't believe how different and forceful and filling it was. I was totally out of my head and only in my body. I'd ridden a low-wave g-spot orgasm for the past few minutes and every thrust felt like a new small wave. I was light headed and just slightly dizzy.

I opened my eyes briefly. There was another shop across the street and a busy sidewalk street just a few yards away. People were out and about. But I could hardly see them or anything else. All I had were these sensations. I shuddered as a huge orgasm hit me.

He hadn't finished, so he pulled out and sat on the couch facing away from the windows. I moved and stood over him. Facing the windows. He licked me and finger-fucked me and again, I rode little shuddering Os. I couldn't keep my hands off myself and I was so in my body and out of my head that I didn't even think about the people outside. When I did, it gave me an extra little jolt. I was so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs.

I needed him in me again. I climbed onto his rigid dick and dropped right down, taking the whole thing. Rolling my hips and throwing my head back I came again. And then again. He shuddered and finished as well.

I curled up next to him on the couch while he rubbed his cock and talked about how much he loved the sounds I made. "I'll be thinking about your moans for the next two months every time I pull it out. I also think I have a few ideas about some new art pieces."

I can't wait to go see him again. And that is my story.