It was almost the end of another ordinary day, in a very ordinary life. It was a cold, crisp November evening in the small English town that had been Julie Lovell’s home for the past twelve years. Twelve boring years stuck in a routine of monotony & regulation. Hell, her life was like groundhog day and the occasional weekend breaks away to see her parents or sister were the only times she got out of town to help break free from her safe, boring, regimented life.
Thinking about it, going to visit family in neighbouring towns was hardly a trip to foreign shores, whisked away at the last minute by a romantic admirer who’d been in pursuit for several weeks, despite her teasing and feigning disinterest. Now that was the sort of excitement and fun that she needed in her life right now. Still, she had her wild imagination and king-sized bed to look forward to sinking into later. Right now, she needed to get her heeled shoes off of her aching feet and run a hot, steaming bath.
Julie kicked off the sources of her pain and let out a small sigh of relief before ascending the stairs of her two storey flat. She turned the gold effect taps, inserted the plug in its hole and lowered herself onto the edge of her larger than average bath (a little luxury she had afforded herself being taller than average and spending time most nights in there). She peeled off her stockings and after removing her suspenders, she sauntered into the bedroom and over to the laundry basket in the corner. She looked out of the window and could make out the figures below of people scurrying to their homes and cars after a hard days work, just as she had done little more than half an hour before. She lowered her Venetian blind, blocking out the dark picture of distant bustle and paused at the full length mirror on her way back to the bathroom.
She stared at her tired face and wished the anti-wrinkle creams that she’d been using religiously for the last several years had done their job properly. She smiled ruefully to herself as she studied the bags under her eyes and then allowed herself to survey the rest of her body. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor behind her, exposing her black push up bra and naked lower torso. Not too bad for a 45 year old spinster she thought, more in keeping with the figure of a twenty-something than a middle aged woman.
Her breasts were full and still quite firm and when she unfastened the clasp at the back of her bra and unhooked the straps from over her shoulders, they descended only a couple of centimetres and sat proudly on her slender upper-body. Finally she removed her black, knee length skirt and comfortable knickers and made her way back to the bathroom.
Once ready, she slid into the steaming, foamy water and once her naked body was fully submerged, she rested her head and closed her eyes. It wasn’t long before Julie Lovell drifted to sleep.
She awoke with a start and it took a few seconds for her to realise where she was. She suddenly got the impression she wasn’t alone. Was that a noise coming from outside? She froze for several seconds, not wanting to make a sound. A minute or two passed and nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at her watch on the shelf at the side of the bath. Seven o’clock. She figured she’d been asleep for about twenty minutes.
Her stomach was starting to cry out for food and so she quickly washed herself, stepped out of the bath and grabbed her red towel robe which was hanging off the back of the door.
As she passed her bedroom door, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. This time, she definitely heard something. She stood absolutely still until she heard the clunking noise once again. It seemed to be coming from outside her bedroom window. It was someone moving about out there. Someone or something was on the fire escape! She nervously walked back over to her bedroom window, her heart racing, and pulled the chord on her Venetian blind to open the shutters so that she could see out onto the fire escape just to the left of her bedroom window.
She was immediately blinded by a shining light and automatically closed her eyes and turned her head away to avoid the sudden glare. It took a few seconds for the bright beam to subside and when she looked back up at the window, she was greeted by the sight of a man with his raincoat pulled open, naked underneath, now gleaming what was obviously a torch onto his exposed manhood.
Rather than turn away in disgust, Julie Lovell stared at the sight beholding her and was somewhat impressed. In fact, she hadn’t seen a cock as big as that in ten years!
Whether the man was startled by the fact that he hadn’t scared his admirer as intended or whether it was just the fact that he’d achieved his aim, he suddenly switched off his torch, pulled his coat back around his naked figure and hastily made his exit down the fire escape and off into the dark distance.
Julie dropped onto her bed and sat there for a few minutes, taking in what had just happened. She didn’t get a look at the flasher’s face, but judging by the speed of his movement and the shape of his body she figured that he was probably around ten years younger than herself. Nice and toned, strong legs and mmmm, that cock. No wonder he’d wanted to show it off to someone! She laughed out loud, partly to relieve the tension of what had just happened and partly in comic disbelief.
She gathered herself together and made her way back downstairs where she quickly prepared and cooked a hot pasta dish. She devoured it while watching some silly quiz show on TV and then decided to phone her sister to tell her what had happened.
Her sister, Claire, was a couple of years younger than Julie, but had been married for over twenty years and had two teenage children. Their lives were very different, yet they were best of friends and chatted at least two or three times a week on the phone. They liked to keep up with each others lives, thoughts and general gossip.
Julie recounted the story to her younger sister, not skimping on any of the detail, especially when it came to describing the flasher’s manhood.
“Sis, how can you find it so funny?” questioned Claire. “What happens if the freak had tried to break in? He could have attacked you.”
“Yeah, I know, but it was all over so quick and I’m pretty sure he just got a kick out of showing off to someone. No harm done.”
“You’re not thinking straight,” continued Claire. “What about if he comes back? I know you’re desperate for a bit of kinky fun in your life right now Jules, but he could seriously come back and try and rape you. What happens if he does it to someone a little less shock resistance than yourself? What if…”
“Ok, ok, point taken Claire. Thanks for putting those wonderful possibilities into my head. I’ll sleep much better now.”
“I’m just saying that you should be careful and report it to the police that’s all. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you or anyone else.”
Julie let out an exasperated sigh. Once again, she knew her sister’s sensible stance was the right one. She’d better call the police. “Alright Claire. I’ll ring the police. You never know, they may have a cock identity parade for me so that I can pick him out!”
“Honestly Jules! You’re insatiable! I’ll speak to you soon, take care won’t you?”
“Yeah, no problem sis. Love to Derek and the boys for me. Talk to you soon.”
She quickly dialled 999, requested police and held the line for a short moment before she was connected.
“Hello, this is the police. How can we be of assistance?”
Again, Julie recounted the events of earlier in the evening. She then gave a brief description of the flasher and her own details.
“I see Miss Lovell. Well, we’ll send someone round immediately,” announced the police operator’s voice.
“That won’t be necessary,” protested Julie. “I’m OK, really, there’s no need”.
“Oh, there’s every need Miss Lovell. We need a statement for starters. This is a very serious matter. Like I said, we’ll have someone round with you in the next hour.”
With that, the operator hung up. Typical, thought Julie, there goes my chance of an early night with my favourite vibrating mate. She sat down in front of the TV again and waited for the police to arrive. Except, she didn’t really watch any TV. Her mind kept wondering back to that lovely big cock that she’d had the pleasant surprise visit from earlier.
Only fifteen minutes had passed when the buzzer to Julie’s flat sounded.
“Hello,” said Julie pressing her intercom button.
