Disclaimer *
This story includes graphic non-consensual sex that some readers may find offensive. It is fantasy put to paper for those who might enjoy it. I do not condone rape or violence.
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My parents own a condo in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and I had come up for a weekend of solitude. I loved coming up just before a big snowstorm. We almost never had neighbors on those weekends and the snowfall was beautiful to watch. The condo was a three story affair with my bedroom on the second floor, facing the river behind the complex and the master bedroom on the top floor. There were about twenty units in total clustered in a single building at the end of the road. Beyond the road lay miles of cross-country ski trails and wilderness. The condo was solitude. Peace. Quiet. A chance to unwind away from the stress of upcoming exams.
This weekend I had skipped out of my Friday classes to make it to the condo before the storm hit. I'm a senior in mathematics. I know how nerdy that sounds but I don't look like a nerd; no glasses! Nobody would ever call me skinny but that's okay, I'm happy. A 'happy handful' my boyfriend always said, usually while tickling me so he could watch me squirm.
I had left the boyfriend back in Boston this weekend. It was just me, the condo and the quiet. I was going to enjoy every minute of it. The master bedroom had a small Jacuzzi, which I intended to make good use of later. Right now, I was looking out my bedroom window at the river and the gathering dusk. The river hadn't frozen over yet, but old snow gathered into piles on the rocks and soft flakes were just starting to add a fresh coat. By the end of this storm, the entire river would be buried under a thick coat of the snow and ice, hidden from view until the spring. It was almost sad watching the river die each winter.
Stripping out of my jeans and sweater, I stood by the window brushing my hair. This was a nightly ritual. My hair curled most of the way down my back and only careful brushing kept it from being hopelessly tangled. Each long stroke calmed me, soothing the nerves aroused by studying for mid-terms. Just dressed in a comfortable white bra and panty set, the cold from the window was starting to make my nipples harden. Stepping closer to the window, I watched my breath cloud the glass, playing peek-a-boo with the river. My nipples strained toward the cold, puckering almost painfully tight, so I leaned in and rubbed them gently on the glass.
Dropping the brush on the bed, I tweaked my right nipple and moaned as desire streaked through my breast. The cold was completely arousing. It pressed, slipping icy fingers around the white cotton. Slipping my bra straps off my shoulders, I lowered a bra cup so I had clear access to the tight peak. I had always liked things a little rough and the bra forcing my breast up felt like the rope bondage my boyfriend and I experimented with. Cupping and massaging the firm globe, I exposed my left breast as well and pressed myself against the glass. Abandoning the taunt nipples to the glass, I slipped a hand in my panties and closed my eyes. I was already wet.
I rubbed my clit, imaging my fingers were my boyfriend's hand. My hips rocked with the movement of his imaginary fingers as he teased me. I felt his fingers play with the lips surrounding my clit, eliciting a gush of warm juice. He snaked one hand upward, past the breasts mashed to the glass, to my neck. As I spread my legs a little wider to give him better access, his hand tightened around my neck, restricting me; pinning me in place between him and the window. I whimpered against the imaginary hand and his middle finger stroked harder, faster. My panties were completely soaked. He held my cunt open, letting the cold air in front of the window kiss the swollen flesh. My head rolled back and to the side as I felt the orgasm build. With each rock of my hips, my breasts bounced against the glass. I felt him lower his hand and roll my left nipple.
Opening my eyes, I looked to see if there was a way to press more of my flesh against the cold. I saw movement outside of the window. I had an audience! I couldn't tell much about him, but he was on the cross-country ski path and bundled against the cold. I could tell it was a guy by his stance but not much else. Watching me watching him, he made a slight rolling motion with his wrist, indicating I should continue.
Voyeurism had never turned me on and the illusion of my boyfriend's presence snapped. Who was this man? He knew where I lived, what I looked liked! He had watched me masturbate. Shaking with embarrassment and fear, I took a step back from the window. He just stared, waiting. I was so aroused that I wasn't sure I wanted to stop but my boyfriend's image had fled. My nipples puckered and strained toward the stranger.
The staring continued for a few seconds more as I debated. He waited. Did I dare? That stare was making me hotter. Leaning back into the window, I slowly rubbed my tits against the glass again and watched for his reaction. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw a smile. I sucked the wet fingers of my right hand into my mouth and sucked them in and out, pretending they were my mysterious watcher's cock. After a minute, I lowered them back to my pussy and started rubbing again.
The window wasn't low enough for him to see my fingers playing with my swollen flesh, but he knew exactly what I was doing. His eyes spoke volumes. I raised my left hand back to my throat, grasping my neck tight enough to make breathing slightly difficult and moaned. Watching him, I imagined it was him behind me. Stroking my cunt, teasing me, holding me in place, against him, by my neck. Rocking back and forth faster now, my nipples rubbed the glass bringing them to frigid peaks. I dropped my hand back to my tits and rolled them, pinching lightly. My orgasm was building again making it difficult to keep my eyes on the stranger. I felt the waves start and increased the movement of my hand against my clit to a frantic pace. I moaned, closing my eyes and dropped my forehead against the cold glass. The waves of my climax rode through my body, leaving tingling, happy weakness in their wake. When I came back to myself, I looked down at the stranger and saw fresh tracks in the snow leading further down the ski path. He had left!
I bit my lip, self-doubt overriding the little pleasure that remained. Did he see my climax? Did I not please him? Why did he leave? Turning from the window, determined not to think of him, I finished stripping and went to run the water in the Jacuzzi. I loosely braided my hair and twisted it up into a bun to keep it out of the water. My skin was still cold from the glass and the heat of the water stung for a minute. I relaxed in the tub listening to the snow fall until the water started getting cold and I was forced out. The scented oils had softened and relaxed my skin; soothing the ache left behind by the long drive. Wandering around the condo, naked, I debated watching a movie but decided against it and retreated to my bedroom. The curtains were still open although no other trace of experiment remained.
