"I was just wondering how that essay went," he prompted. Emily grinned, and this time the joke wasn't lost on him. Opioid peptides—endorphins. Sounds like he wasn't the only one who'd spent a good chunk of time with their hand between their legs today.
She leaned slightly further out the window, and that was the cue he'd been waiting for. He tapped a nearby keyboard and Emily's window made a loud
clunk
. The frame slid down around her neck with satisfying
thud
, latching shut on the outside.
"What the—hey!" she exclaimed, trying to pull her head back inside. Upon realising the opening around her neck wasn't big enough, she tried lifting the window instead. But her hands were on the inside and the clasp was on the outside. One could easily enough reach over the sliding pane and open the latch from there, but not while their neck was stuck in the window.
"Emily? Hold on, I'll come up and give you a hand!" declared Scott, feigning concern. That should confuse her long enough to reach her room.
He closed his own window before she could respond, grabbed his bag of equipment, descended to the ground floor, walked across to her building, and ascended once more to her level. He entered her room without knocking, closing the door quietly and locking it behind him.
The sight before him was surreal. Emily stood hunched over her windowsill, hands scrambling at the closed window, searching for some purchase or magic lever that would make this embarrassing predicament go away. Instead she found Scott's hand and panicked as she realised she was no longer alone.
"Scott?" she queried, her voice slightly muffled through the old window. He slid down the top half of the window, allowing him to reach her head more easily.
"It's alright, I'm here," he reassured her. He reached down to remove his shoes.
"You know I don't believe for a moment that you had nothing—" Emily started to snap before Scott stuffed a sock in her mouth. Now her protests started in earnest, but it was too late for coherent speech. Deciding one wasn't enough, Scott crammed his other sock in beside the first and proceeded to wind duct tape over her mouth and around her head, lifting her silky blonde locks out of the way. He didn't stop until every inch of her face below the nose was smothered in smooth silver, amply muffling her clamour. Then he slid the window half back up and turned his attention to her flailing limbs.
With Emily's eyes on the other side of the wall, Scott had little trouble manoeuvring her arms into an effective box tie. He stood over her and trapped her elbows between his legs, then held both her wrists in one hand and wound rope around them with the other. He proceeded to bind her upper arms and shoulders, mimicking techniques he'd seen professionals use in porn.
Her feet were still a formidable weapon if he wasn't careful, but at risk of damaging her neck she had to keep at least one firmly planted on the ground. So he bound her ankles together and that was the end of that. Now he could finally give her body the attention it deserved...
He started at the nape of her neck, sliding his hands gently across her flawless skin. He pulled her chemise down as he went, tearing it slightly to fit it over her shoulders. An unfortunate loss, but every worthwhile endeavour had its sacrifices.
His smile grew as more and more of her toned skin was revealed until finally only her bra and panties remained. She wore lacy black lingerie, an aesthetic any man could appreciate, so Scott was careful not to damage the material as he liberated those trademark globes from their lacy prison. Finally he slid her panties down to her ankles, leaving Emily's tanned figure trembling before him without obstruction.
Well, he'd held out long enough. Without further ado his hands went straight to those memorable puppies, squeezing and pinching in appreciation. Emily's breasts hung freely, making them excellent targets for his exploring fingers. They were every bit as perfect as he'd imagined: soft, plump, and sensitive to the touch if her hardened nipples were any indication. Scott closed his eyes and sighed. It felt so satisfying to finally feel the goods he'd seen advertised so often from his window.
His hands eventually tired of her breasts and roamed across her body seeking new sensations. He inspected the curve of her hips, pleased with the slim waistline she strove to maintain. Her bubble butt occupied his attention for some time as he spread her cheeks and traced his fingers along every crevice. Having just had a shower upon arriving home, Emily had everything immaculately preened and fresh to the touch.
But his hardened cock hungered for more than a simple tactile experience. Access to her holes would be limited in this position, with her legs bound together, so Scott opted for a new approach. First he swept her nearby makeup stand clear and dragged it beside her legs. He carefully untied her ankles and retied them to her thighs, propping her knees up on the table. Now not only was her love canal at the perfect height for a good thrust, he could even play with her cute feet as well.
Scott knelt behind his trussed neighbour and gave her pussy a tentative lick. Mm, tangy. He took another lick, noting how her spread thighs trembled beside him. Before long Emily's succulent juicebox was competing with his tongue for the wettest organ, and Scott knew it was time to introduce her to her new best friend.
Straightening up, he took his shaft and gently eased it inside her, quickly building to a speed indicative of the ravenous lust coursing through him. He played idly with her stubby toes, slapping her ass roughly when she jerked in protest.
"So tell me, miss biology-major," he grunted, sliding down the window so Emily could hear, "How effective are those peptides now?"
She let out an indignant huff and shook her bound arms.
Feeling particularly bold in his current position, Scott teased, "If I didn't know better I might take that as a protest. But the sultry Emily Man-tease wouldn't protest a well-earned fucking, would she?"
With her tight pussy coating his firm shaft in love juices as he entered her over and over, now seemed like as good a time as any to offload his pent-up frustrations.
