A week doesn't sound like a long time to most people. Nobody would describe a week as an eternity but that's exactly what it felt like for Anna. That's how long it had been since Anna's last orgasm and it seemed like each of the seven days had stretched on to impossible unbearable lengths. It was doubly frustrating because of the cause.
How could that old pervert make her feel like this? It wasn't like he'd really done much. Sure he'd made her strip outside in the rain where anybody could have just walked up and seen her. Then he'd showered with her. He wasn't even particularly sexual about it, if anything he touched her as little as possible while still cleaning her. He'd practically glossed over her breasts without pausing to enjoy them. When he'd finished with that he'd forced, coerced was probably more accurate, her into giving him a blow job. After that he was just done with her. For the next two and a half hours she lay not six inches away from him completely nude and doing everything she could short of asking him to get his attention. She couldn't ask him of course. The moment she asked him to touch her she stopped being a victim and started being a willing participant and she wasn't.
Since that night he hadn't so much as glanced at her. Normally he'd watch her come and go, he stare in her window when she showered like the dirty old man that he was. Anna hadn't realized that she'd come to crave that man's eyes on her skin and without it prancing around her bedroom nude wasn't half as fun and her satisfaction was fleeting at best entirely absent most of the time.
Seven days. It felt like it was seven weeks. Maybe longer when she finally gave up. She pulled on a pair of skimpy shorts and the first t-shirt in her closet and walked the few feet between their apartments and knocked on the door. Anna had expected the door to open almost immediately, when it didn't she knocked again. She wasn't sure how long passed before she rang the door bell and finally decided he must have been out and turned to leave when the door did open. "Oh hello Anna. How can I help you?"
Anna glared up at the old man. She hadn't noticed before that Alfred wasn't really a little old man. How the fact had escaped her seemed really odd as she watched him looking her up and down. He was certainly old but he wasn't little by any standard. "So I haven't seen you around much." Anna's mouth was suddenly filled with cotton balls. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to say to Alfred.
"I didn't think you'd miss me. I'll try to say hi." He took a step back and started to close the door.
"Wait!" Anna blurted. "Was it. .was I not good?"
"What? Oh hush." Alfred replied with a soft smile. She could feel his eyes were back on her for a moment.
"Then what?" Anna asked.
"Nothing." Alfred stepped back to close the door again prompting Anna to step forward putting her hand against the door. "You didn't do anything wrong Anna. You just aren't ready yet. If you'll let me go."
"I'm ready for whatever you want pervert." Anna looked into Alfred's eyes and immediately considered taking back what she'd just said. Then the same way she'd felt his eyes on her soul and her legs threatened to go to mush beneath her. "Just tell me what it is you want."
"I already told you I don't want anything but to get back to my show." She could tell he wasn't being completely honest with her. There was something he wanted.
"Can I watch it with you?" Anna asked.
"Why would I want to watch TV with you?" Alfred was biting back a bit of a smile. Anna was a bit too frustrated to catch it tugging at the edges of his mouth but it was there.
"I'll watch it naked." Anna took a deep breath. Why wasn't this a lot easier? This was the same man who'd been staring at her through her window every chance he got and he she was practically begging him and he was turning her down. "Please. Will you please let me watch it television with you?"
"Nude?"
"Yes. I'll do it nude." Anna replied.
"That wasn't a question." Alfred glanced around to make certain nobody would see her enter his apartment. "Strip." Anna couldn't get out of her clothing fast enough leaving it in heap on the floor. "Does this look like a barn?" Eyes wide Anna leaned over and picked up her clothing. "Good now follow me."
"Are we going to take a shower again Alfred?" Anna tried to keep the excitement out of her voice and that was hard enough. She couldn't hide the disappointment when he shook his head and went to sit down on his couch flipping on the television. "Where do you want me to put my clothes?"
Alfred took a deep breath letting his eyes travel the length of the young woman. "You set them on the couch stool. Except your panties. Those go in your mouth. I don't want to hear anything from you until my show is over." Anna started to open her mouth. "You're free to take your clothing and leave of course."
Whatever fight was in her drained out at those words and she stuffed her plain blue panties in her mouth. "Sit there facing me." Alfred motioned to a spot of the floor where Anna plopped down and glared at Alfred who wasn't even looking at her. She was sitting nude on his floor chewing her panties and he was watching Dexter.
Anna inhaled the scents wafting from her underwear. Between her legs she felt herself warming. It wasn't just the humiliating position this old pervert had her in, he was trying to be subtle but he was sneaking glances at her breasts and belly. She had always known when he was watching her and now was no different. Despite knowing he didn't want her getting up off her ass she was posing as much as she could while staying anchored to the spot. He told her to be silent so she would remain silent but he hadn't told her to hold still. Anna had no intention of being ignored while he watched some stupid television show.
It was probably half way into the show when Alfred unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff cock out. "Do you want to play with my cock?" Anna nodded her head. "Well come over here Anna, just your hands unless I say you can do more." Anna again nodded her consent. She didn't know what was so exciting about Alfred's cock but just holding it in her hands sent tingles up her leg. Nothing about it seemed particularly extraordinary except that she desperately wanted to do more than commit every vein of it to her memory but that was all he would allow her to do. Anna had run her fingers over every single bit of flesh taking special time to trace around the crown and weigh his sack "You can use your face, but don't spit out those panties."