The Fire Escape

Chapter One

I have always been, as Beyonce sang, 'a single lady' at heart really, never short of male attention which I have very much enjoyed but I had never seen the white picket fence view of 'LTR's that other people valued. Don't get me wrong, I've had a few long term relationships over the years and I've been sad when they ended but I always, always, ALWAYS highly prized my freedom to go where & when I wanted, how I spend my money and most importantly I highly valued the companionship of my close knit group of girl friends. Men just sometimes got in the way of that.

Now in my early forties and very at ease with who I am, professionally & personally, I live a relatively comfortable life, able to travel & socialise as I please. In my twenties I might have been considered to be a bit wild. I would dress provocatively to show off my feminine assets to their best advantage. On holidays I'd happily wear the skimpiest bikinis or eagerly skinny dip & sunbathe topless. I had long legs, a narrow waist, an ample bosom and I did like to be looked at. Well, thankfully I still have the assets and judging by some of the looks I still get from men (& some ladies) they like the look of me too. I am, what others have told me, pretty. I however see flaws, don't like my 'button' nose, I would rather have blue than green eyes and I think at size six, my feet are too big. I'm a shade over five foot eight inches tall so maybe they're about right. I dunno. I'd like Scandinavian blonde hair but I have, with my jet black hair, the look of an Irish colleen. Well, that's what the word from others seems to be.

Since my mid-teens I've been very aware of the effect I have on men and I like the 'kinks' I've developed related to that in the years that followed. I've always enjoyed being a bit of a tease, showing a stocking top, letting a nipple slip, not wearing panties or a bra when going out, or just a simple mini skirt & skimpy underwear. There is a strange anomaly, however, that it's ok for women to show more than men. A man would likely be arrested if he was caught flashing whereas a woman flashing wouldn't, in 99.9% of the cases, even be reported. Once I realised that, it was game on.

I love going out shopping with no knickers on. I will wear a tastefully short skirt but nothing overt of course. Ironically, I wouldn't want to be too obvious! I actually 'scout' for good locations. Supermarkets are perfect as are DIY stores as many items are placed high up, or low down allowing my shortish skirt to ride up or my legs to open when I crouch down. I also like to be freshly shaved down below as there's not much to see through the leaves of a bush, so to speak. I love shaving my pussy and of course my bottom as it all just feels so, so smooth after that I want to keep touching myself.

I have found other 'kinks' that now just seem to be so normal to me but I'm sure others find outrageous. For instance, I love the feel of metal on & inside me. Is that outrageous? I don't know really, but I love how smooth or how rough it can be, I love how cold or how hot it gets. I love sliding metal chains over my naked body. I love rubbing them in between my wet pussy lips and back across my shaved bum cheeks and along my anus towards my, by then, puffy labia. That's one reason I enjoy DIY stores. I spend a lot of my visit in the tools & hardware sections making sure items for sale are fit for purpose of course.

When I feel particularly daring, I ask for assistance from a male member of staff and during his 'consultation', he will get a good look up my skirt, one way or another. I should apply to be a mystery shopper, on second thoughts, I'd better not! After my sales chat with a usually flustered in store 'colleague' I'd end up buying some tools, spanners, tyre levers, lengths of chain anything metal that I'd think would feel good running over my skin, rubbing my swollen and pulsating clitoris with. My thighs would most often be soaking wet by the time I got to the car. I couldn't wait to get home to have a little me time. I can say for certain that, in most cases, turned into a lot of 'me time'.

Now, a little diversion in the storyline, but I promise it will all come together, excuse the pun, in the end.

I have recently moved into a lovely terraced 2 bedroom house in Newcastle Upon Tyne & the area was reckoned to be among the better ones in 'The Toon'.

My new home was in a quiet, well kept residential neighbourhood where tree lined 'avenues, groves and drives' abounded. Residents car parking was considered to be a must have and I luckily and very conveniently had a spot reserved right outside my heavy wood, neo-Victorian front door. The small front garden had a lovely little flowerbed and four strategically placed perennial shrubs.

To the rear of the house, I had an enclosed yard fully wooden decked and beyond that was a back alley with further houses to the north, one of which, opposite mine had a large fire escape on its southern side elevation directly facing the back of my house. When viewing the house, it initially indicated to me it was one of a few options, a larger residential home such as one for old folk or perhaps offices. The back yard was very private with a six foot or so brick wall with access to the back alley for bins etc., afforded by a solid locked wooden gate.

Essentially, the house was a typical Tyneside two up two down with a kitchen extension at the back. They were built in the late Victorian era and were emblematic of the North East powerhouse's economic dominance Downstairs, the 'front room' was always kept for best. It was in other words, the lounge with big beautiful bay windows. The living room was at the back with a huge sash window looking out onto the yard. The kitchen was a wider galley style with a window on the north wall of the extension. Upstairs were two large bedrooms and a beautifully fully fitted bathroom/wet room. My bedroom was to the front, again with the same bay windows as downstairs which flooded it with gorgeous light at sunset. The back bedroom, as again mirroring the living room downstairs, had another huge sash window. All the windows at the back of the house faced north and from each one, I could clearly see that fire escape.

TBC...