Lusting After Michiko Ch. 02bybonfils©
As Michiko came home the next evening, she didn't quite know what to expect. In fact, she wasn't exactly sure what she was hoping for. Discovering flowers from an unknown admirer and his semen all over her door was kind of scary. Then again, it had triggered some hot sexual fantasies - and she'd masturbated herself to one hell of an orgasm.
Michiko imagined that some women might have been ashamed by this, but she wasn't. Fantasies were just fantasies, and if they turned her on, they were okay, no matter how freaky. What mattered was what happened in real life. And she wasn't exactly shy there either. What she got up to with another consenting adult (or more) was their own business. Giving and receiving pleasure could never be a bad thing. Never.
She stopped in front of her door. Nothing. And now she knew: She did in fact feel a slight sting of disappointment.
Well, never mind. Michiko opened her door and walked in. She threw her handbag on the couch, opened the sliding glass door to her balcony and stepped out.
She leaned out, feeling the cool night air on her face. It was dark already, and she'd always loved watching the city lights - the warm glow from apartment windows, the bright flashes of neon, the slow movement of cars' headlights in the distance.
So what happened yesterday was only a freak occurrence. She should have known, really. Now, she might never know who it was. But didn't that just make it even more exciting? She could fantasize forever about who it might have been and what might have happened. It was actually turning her on even now.
Michiko sighed. It was a beautiful night. Sure, she understood why people would want to escape from the city and find the peace and quiet in the country. But standing here, she felt fascinated by city life. All those people, all those lives - each represented by those small luminous dots. Each with its own history, its own desires, its own secrets. And at any point in time, any of them could happen to meet unexpectedly, and their lives might change forever.
"Connect the dots," she whispered to herself.
There was a beeping sound from the living-room. And again.
Michiko recognized the text message sound of her cell-phone, and rushed back into the room. She picked the phone from her handbag and read the message.
The number wasn't in her address book, and she didn't recognize it herself. The message said simply:
"I'm there right now"
Michiko furrowed her brow. Why would someone she didn't know send her a message like this? Why would he presume she knew what he meant by "I" and "there"?
Michiko ran to the door and looked through the spyglass. She had guessed correctly: Outside the door a man stood, unzipping his pants and pulling out his semi-erect cock.
And to her surprise, it was her neighbour from across the hall. That nice man? She could hardly believe it. But there he was, not much taller than her, of medium build, his hair almost entirely grey. He was dressed in black: A black suit over a black t-shirt. And in his right hand he held his cock, gently stroking it, making it swell and rise.
Michiko couldn't take her eyes from the man's cock: It was almost as long as the one in her fantasy, but also unusually thick. Its skin looked rough, with hard, blue veins clearly visible beneath the skin - not smooth like young men's cocks.
He might have been an older man, but his erection was anything but feeble: As he masturbated, his cock grew hard as a wooden branch. Michiko thought she could she the watery fluid oozing from the tiny opening in the middle of the head, but she wasn't sure. She licked her lips, wondering whether he was aware that she was watching.
She could hear her neighbour breathing heavily outside the door. She pressed her eye against the spyglass, wanting to watch him ejaculate. He masturbated vigorously in an ever-increasing rhythm.
"Yeah," she heard him whispering. "Oh yeah..."
The head of his cock swelled with excitement, his climax approaching.
And suddenly he turned his face towards the spyglass and looked Michiko straight in the eye.
"Here I come, baby," he whispered. "This is all for you. Now watch this..."
And with a quiet gasp, he threw his head back as he began to ejaculate. His cock jerked, uncontrollably, shooting a spurt of semen several feet up onto her door. And then it spurted again - jet after jet of white, creamy sperm squirted from his pumping shaft. Michiko gasped, fascinated by the sheer force and volume of his orgasm. She couldn't remember any man climaxing quite like that.
Eventually, his ejaculation subsided and his thick cock ceased twitching. He wiped the last drops off on her door and zipped up.
And just as he was about to leave, he once more looked straight into the spyglass and grinned salaciously.
"Enjoy the show?" he whispered. "I'm not finished with you yet."
And then he turned his back on her and hurried back into his apartment.
Michiko's head was spinning. What a strange and sexy experience. Last night she had been turned on by the mere thought of a man masturbating outside her door. And tonight she had seen the real thing up close. She felt incredibly aroused, her labia swollen and wet.
She quickly opened the door. As she did so, a flower bouquet fell onto her floor. White and purple flowers this time, with the same red ribbon. She picked it up and closed the door, not wanting to look at the semen stains tonight.
Michiko put the flowers in a vase and placed them next to last night's bouquet. Then she stopped in her tracks.
She was getting reckless, wasn't she? This whole thing was about to get out of hand. "I'm not finished with you yet." Was it a threat? Was her neighbour planning to rape her? It was naïve of her to pretend it was all fun and games. After all, she hardly knew the guy.
She picked up the phone and dialled the police. As she waited for someone to pick it up, she almost changed her mind again.
"Metropolitan police," a male voice said. "How may I help you?"
"Ah, hello," Michiko began. "Michiko Sakamoto. I'm calling about a..."
She paused. She hadn't prepared this, and now wasn't sure what to say.
What could she accuse him of? Sure, he was a flasher. But after all, she'd been a willing participant. Suddenly, she wasn't even sure he had threatened her after all. And what if the police brought her neighbour in and questioned him? What would his story be like?
"I, um..." Michiko shook her head. "I'm sorry..."
"Just take your time, Ms." the voice said, not really sounding friendly, though.
"No," she said, "I'm sorry. There's nothing wrong. Really. Don't worry about it."
"Ms.,..." she just heard the voice said before she hung up.
Michiko stood in the middle of her room for several minutes, just looking at the flowers. She honestly had no idea what to do next. She didn't even know if she was scared or not.
She poured herself a vodka and drank it in a few gulps. The alcohol seemed to soothe her mind slightly - at least she felt a little less confused. She decided to sleep on it and think about it in the morning.
Michiko went to bed. Thanks to the vodka, she dozed of within minutes.
She was naked. She stood in her doorway, naked. The hallway was full of people - all the tenants from the building: Old Mrs. Simmons was there, the black couple and many more. Some she'd only seen once in the elevator, some she'd never seen before. But she knew they all lived in the building and they'd come to see her.
She wanted to get away, get inside and close the door. But she couldn't move. She looked at her arms and legs and saw that they were tied to the doorframe with heavy ropes, like the ones used on old sailing boats. She tried to wriggle free, but it was hopeless.
Michiko was painfully aware that she was showing off her naked body to the entire crowd - that they had a clear view of her breasts and her pussy. They all looked her over with great interest. Especially the men, of course. The black guy was grinning lustfully, a bulge growing in his jeans.
"Anyone call the police?"
She turned the head at the sound of the voice. A policeman stepped out of the elevator, and the crowd let him through. He stood in front of her in full uniform, pursing his lips. And suddenly she recognized his face: It was her neighbour.
No! This was wrong! She wanted to shout something to the crowd, explain to them that he was a fake. But she couldn't speak.
"Well, well, well," the policeman said slowly, his black gloved hands reaching for her breasts. "What have we here?"
She tried to struggle away from him, but he grabbed her naked breasts with his leather gloves, caressing and squeezing them. The crowd talked among themselves, nodding, as if to say "yes - she asked for it."
"No..." Michiko whispered, but no-one seemed to hear her.
The policeman looked over his shoulder, addressing the crowd:
"I'm afraid we have a flasher on our hands."
The crowd gasped, as if Michiko's nudity was somehow a threat to them. The policeman now reached down to touch her pussy.
"Please..." she pleaded.
She felt the leathery glove stroking her labia. And then, slowly, a gloved finger pushing into her pussy. Michiko realized how wet she already was and felt ashamed. The policeman finger slid in and out, in and out of her pussy, making her moan against her will.
"Ohhh..." she whimpered. "Nooo..."
The policeman's face was an expressionless mask, as he kept finger-fucking her, increasing the pace, going deeper, faster, making her wriggle helplessly in her ropes. The crowd murmured approvingly.
She heard the sound of the policeman zipping down. She couldn't see his cock, but moments later she felt it. The swollen head pressed against her labia, pushing into her. She didn't have the strength to fight it, and eventually she felt his rigid shaft entering her, slipping up into her, burying its entire length in her slick, wet pussy in one powerful stroke.
"Ahhh..." she cried.
The policeman pulled back, slipping almost all the way out of her slippery cunt. Then he thrust forwards and upwards, impaling her on the full length of his tool. Then out - then in - then out - then in.
Gradually, the crowds murmur began to follow the rhythm. Michiko struggled, sobbing helplessly, as the policeman increased his pace. Relentlessly he hammered his rigid cock into her tender pussy over and over, while the crowd chanted:
"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."
The policeman grabbed her ass with his gloved hands, guiding his thrusts into her flesh with even greater precision. Michiko closed her eyes, as she felt her climax approaching. She didn't want to come. She didn't want the policeman to make her come, and she didn't want the crowd to watch. But it was useless - the policeman was a skilled lover, and she couldn't fight her body's natural sexual reflexes.
"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."
She writhed in ecstasy, her juices flowing down her thighs. A few more deep thrusts of the policeman's bone-hard cock, and she lost control. Hanging by the heavy ropes, Michiko felt a powerful orgasm surging through her trembling body.
"Aaah!" she cried. "Aaah!"
But the policeman didn't stop. His thrusts had settled in a steady rhythm, and he seemed to be able to go on for ever.
"No..." Michiko whispered, "Please..."
"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."
Michiko hardly heard the crowd anymore. She heard the blood boiling in her ears, as she policeman kept fucking her. Unable to fight it, she came again.
"Ohhh..." she cried.
He went on forever. Michiko hang there, limp like a lifeless puppet, the policeman's cock pumping her like a piston. Juices gushed from her aching pussy. The crowd was still cheering, now clapping in time to the chant:
"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."
The policeman was sweating from the strain. He put his face close to hers and grinned - a vicious grimace of evil lust.
"I'm not finished with you yet," he sneered. "You hear me talking? I'm not finished with you yet."
"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."
As Michiko's body exploded in yet another orgasm, the policeman tensed up, too.
"Unnnh!" he yelled. "Fuuuck!"
She felt his cock contracting inside her, pumping its white-hot spunk into her succulent cunt. She moaned quietly, as the two sensations merged into one: Her own climax and the policeman's cock, spurting its creamy load into the depths of her cunt. Together it was enough to make her faint.
The crowd applauded. Then, realizing the show was over, they slowly drifted away.
His climax over, the policeman stayed hard inside Michiko. Savouring the afterglow, she clenched her cunt muscles around the stiff tool. He grunted. She felt his semen trickling slowly down the insides of her thighs.
And then his cell phone rang.
And it kept ringing. Louder and louder.
Michiko opened her eyes. Her bedroom was dark. After a moment's confusion she realized her alarm clock was beeping and rolled over in bed to switch if off.
She sighed. She was drenched in sweat and still shivering from climaxing in her sleep. That was something she hardly ever did, but tonight she'd possibly had the wettest dream of her entire life.
Michiko lay there for a minute, remembering the dream. It had been pretty wild. For a moment she considered writing it down before getting up to go to work. Just get the main themes on paper so that she would remember it.
She thought it over, then got out of bed. Writing it down wouldn't be necessary. This was one wet dream she was never going to forget.