Chapter 3: Wednesday
I woke with Nick, but I didn't join him in the shower this morning. Instead I slipped on a pastel pink Supergirl tee and a pair of white cotton panties and crept along to the guest room. I don't know what I was looking for, or what I'd have done if the cock had been there. Frankly, I was starting to think I'd been so pent up sexually that I'd imagined the whole thing. I was so disappointed that my friend was absent, I almost missed the red condom on the floor. I picked up the little balloon, more confidently than yesterday, and examined the gift closely. Today's extra large love glove was strawberry scented and was considerably more full than yesterday's banana protein shake.
"Lor? Where did you go?" Nick yelled from the livingroom. I could hear him approaching, his Christian Louboutin Derby shoes clicking on the along the hallway floorboards. I panicked, my heart pounded in my chest and adrenaline coursed through my veins. In desperation I peeled my panties to the side in pressed the condom to my snatch, easing it into my damp opening while being extremely careful not to pierce the thin membrane with my nails. I hopped out of the wardrobe and closed the door just as Nick entered the room.
He looked amazing in his suit, his blonde hair pushed to the side and his gorgeous cheeky half grin that he knows I love. He was looking at me hungrily and his obvious desire was having an effect on me.
"Hey babe." I said, trying my best to sound nonchalant. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." he replied softly, as he approached me, his strong arms wrapping around me as he pulled me into a passionate kiss. "I just wanted to say that I've missed all this."
"The fucking?" I asked, a smile on my lips as I admired my man, my fingers combing through his hair. I pressed my lips to his, my tongue snaking into his mouth. He moved his hands under my shirt, teasing my nipples as we made out.
"God, yes! I missed the fucking" He sighed, breaking free of my kiss. Nick's fingers slid down my stomach, his fingertips edging beneath the waistband of my underwear.
"Nick!" I gasped, biting my lip. I wanted him badly, but I couldn't let him find my hidden treasure. "You're going to be late again!" He looked at me with an expression of mock disappointment, his hand lifting from my abdomen "I'll make it up to you tonight." I promised him before kissing his cheek.
He seemed happy enough with that, and he finished getting ready for work while I made breakfast and the morning coffee, all with a massive load of another man's cum hidden inside my pussy.
Nick ended up still being frustratingly late in leaving and I got more than a little grumpy at him, my desperation to play with the thick love cream driving me crazy. Drew sent me a few texts, buttering me up with compliments as he asked to see my tits again. I flirtily rebuffed him while Nick grabbed the last of his work papers and kissed me goodbye.
When he'd finally left, I quickly ran to the bathroom and stripped down, my fingers taking care to peel the scarlet jizz pocket from my soaked hole, once again being careful not to pierce the latex with my nails. Once out, I placed the rubber into my tongue, savouring the fake strawberry flavour mixed with my juices as I took it inside me once again. I tugged it free, an audible pop emitted as it escaped my sucking mouth. I knelt down, the knotted end of this morning's gift pinched between my thumb and forefinger and I used my long nails to pierce the thin rubber sheath. I was panting now, my breathing was ragged as I lifted the condom back to my lips. I knew that what I was doing was wrong. Drinking the cum of some man I didn't know, the second time in two days, was disgustingly filthy. And that's why I tipped it up and emptied the still warm contents into my open mouth. I slurped down that delicious cream, gargling and spitting, playing with it as I got the stuff everywhere. I rubbed at myself and thought about having the sticky mess inside me, coating my fingers and exploring my depths. This just turned me on even more as I played with my guest's semen, drinking it down, letting it cascade out my mouth and down my chin, splashing onto my tits. I massaged his milk into my body with one hand while pleasuring myself with the other. I came hard, squirting my pussy juice all over the floor as I continued rubbing at my clit hard.
Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me as I orgasmed again and again and again. Finally I collapsed to the floor, splashing into my ever growing puddle of secretions. I panted hard as I licked my slender fingers clean of my own mess.
Once I had recovered I quickly showered, amazingly resisting the urge to self pleasure again, and instead focused on shaving my legs and bush. Once done, I sat at my dresser and removed the purple nail varnish. Today's colour would be Roulette Rush, a vibrant red colour gel from Revlon. It was another 20 minutes or so before I was done applying my face, finishing off with a Kat Von D liquid lip colour, Poison Apple. I batted my long eyelashes and pouted my ruby red lips at my reflection, before pulling on my favourite red Noir Comme La Robe push-up Bra that gave me the perfect cleavage. I lifted up the matching lace thong, turning the skimpy underwear in my hands and, after a moment of thought, I slid them back into my underwear drawer. Thursday was a commando day, I decided. I put my trusty purple specs into their case, and selected my white framed Tom Ford cat eye glasses then slipped into my Hearts and Roses vintage black rockabilly dress with a red cherry pattern. I gave a twirl for the mirror, admiring my reflection.
"I'd fuck me" I said to myself, then sat down on my bed as I carefully slid my black silk stay-up stockings up my calves and thigh, taking care to make sure the seams ran straight, then I slipped on my white Bordello platform heels. After tying a red ribbon into my long hair and slipping on a cropped red cardigan I purchased on Etsy, I was ready and I looked fucking amazing. I took a few pics for instagram and hitched up my dress to show I was wearing no panties, but letting the fabric cover my bald, wet pussy, and snapped a picture for Nick and, after a moment's hesitation, I sent it to Drew as well.
My first stop today was nearby. In fact, it was next door. Based on where my guest room was located, the glory hole must lead to the home to our right. We interacted very little with our neighbours, but I don't think I ever heard or saw anyone from apartment 614. I checked out the front door, but there was nothing of interest there. As I turned around I noticed that our resident busybody, Jenny Kennedy, was now in the hall.
"Good morning, Jenny." I sang, in my friendliest voice.
Jenny was about 27 going on 60. A stuffy Christian type with her long blonde hair pulled back into the tightest of ponytails, she clearly forgot any part of the bible about judging others as that seemed to be her favourite pastime. She was wearing a very conservative white blouse with a below the knee black skirt today and I couldn't help but stare at her chest. She had some of the biggest tits I had ever seen, even with them as restrained as she kept them. She returned the favour as she glared at my displayed cleavage, although clearly she was a lot less taken with my assets as I was with hers. If you looked up 'Disapproval' in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Jenny's current expression.
"Good morning, Mrs Reading" she replied, stressing the 'Mrs' part as if she felt I needed a reminder on my marital status. "What finds you out prowling the hallways?"
"I saw someone in the hallway." I whispered, feigning concern. This caught her attention, or at least stopped her slut shaming me with her eyes.
"What did they look like?" she asked me, her tone hushed.
"I didn't get a good look, but I was thinking it could be someone from 614?"
"Him?" she said, incredulously, before leaning closer to me. "He's a shut in. Agoraphobic or something like that. His poor sister visits him every Friday with groceries, but he never comes out."
I had to admit I was impressed. Jenny had been more helpful than I could have imagined. I said my goodbye and her disapproving glare returned, following me all the way to the elevator. Once I got the foyer, I checked the mail for apartment 613 and, as I slipped our mail into my white handbag, I took a peek at the slot for 614. There was a magazine sticking out of the box, enough that I could pull it back out. I glanced around the hallway before dislodging the publication. I half expected porn given that the recipient had cut a dick hole into my wall, but it was a fairly innocuous gaming magazine. What caught my eye was the sticker placed on the plastic wrap. A sticker with an address, and a name. David Andretti. I slipped the magazine back into the slot and stepped out to greet the day.
It was cool outside, a little wind starting to pick up. I waited at the bus stop and considered my discovery. David. David's Delicious Dick. It felt odd, giving him a name. My conscious was pricked at the humanisation of the man behind the manhood. I tried to push it out of my mind as the bus pulled up and I hopped on. I took a seat near the back, next to an older gentleman who spent the whole trip to the city centre staring down the front of my dress and pitching a somewhat impressive trouser tent given his years. Normally I'd have taken offence at his behaviour, but today I just smiled to myself as I chalked this up as a charitable deed. I even helped the old man off the bus when we reached our destination, ignoring the cheeky grope he made to my right tit.
I grabbed a croissant from a cafe in the mall's food court, and my morning condom had left me with a craving for strawberry so I picked up a milkshake instead of my usual coffee. I sat down at table in the centre of the busy dining area and people watched while I ate. I'm not sure if it was my unusual state of mind, or my low cut dress and push up Bra combo, but I was noticing a lot more glances my way. I was also glancing back, scrutinising men and wondering what their cocks would look like in my glory hole. Could I match them to the owners. I finished my breakfast and took my milkshake with me as I did a little window shopping at the mall. Once done, I headed out to the high street, strutting confidently, the breeze cooling my hot, naked cunt and threatening to lift my dress and display my immodesty to the other shoppers crowding the street. I was growing more and more turned on as I made no attempt to keep my garment down, daring the wind to expose me, but it wasn't up to the task today. I slipped into a side street and headed into Naughty by Nature, the best adult toy store in the city as far as I was concerned.
The store was well lit and clean which I appreciated, although I was little dismayed to discover that the usual girl who worked the register was missing, and in her place was a slightly unsettled twenty something male. I approached the desk, marveling at how his jaw dropped lower with each step closer I got.
"Is Tiana working today?" I asked, leaning over the desk slightly, peering at the clerk over my glasses
"Nah," he replied, trying his best to sound calm and confident, despite the ever increasing blush in his face. "She's off for a week"
I slid my store discount card across the counter, flashing him a smile "Can you help me then?" He picked up my card and scanned the barcode.
"Sure thing, Laura" he said, reading my name from the card and sounding a little more confident. "I'm Steve. How can I be of service?" I leant on the desk, my milkshake straw pressed to my red, red lips.
"I'm looking to do some anal stretching." I said matter of factly. "I'm pretty inexperienced back there."
