Two Windows and Two Women

"Go ahead," he teased.

"What?" she said, feigning innocence.

"You're dying to ask." He could see her nose flaring with her breathing.

"Do you have it with you?" she asked, fingering the necklace Adam had given her.

"Nope, back at the condo." He couldn't help but smile as he thought of what awaited her.

"Oh, my God. Have you gotten something kinky?"

"Why would I want to get something kinky for you?" he asked, deftly stepping around her question.

"That's no answer," she said, recognizing his ploy.

"Up to you to decide if it's kinky, I guess."

"Ah-ha, so at least it's edgy."

"I'll give you that much. I'm looking forward to showing it to you."

"Showing and not giving?"

"You better finish your dinner so we can get to it."

Her expectant grin was almost more than he could handle, knowing what was in store for her. At least, possibly in store for her. She had brought up the kinky thought, and that relieved him just a bit.

"You're enjoying this as much as I am, and I don't even know what it is. I should be cautious, shouldn't I? You've probably devious enough to be scary."

"No underhanded tricks or anything like that. When you get there, I think you'll love it."

She had about decided he'd gotten her a Hitachi or some other super vibrator that he could use on her whenever she was at his place. That thought had her tingling, and she was sure that dampness was gathering in her nether regions. The way he was smiling told her it was something extraordinary, and just that made her anticipation rise to new levels. She hated to let him see how it was affecting her but knew she was failing. It was just her pride, not wanting him to get ahead of her.

"Finished," she said decisively, tossing the napkin on her empty plate.

"Then, let's go," he said. He handed their waitress several bills, added, "Keep it," and they were off to his condo ... and her surprise.

When he parked in his assigned spot in the underground garage, Shelby was quickly out of the car and headed for the elevator.

"Slow down," he called after her, laughing. When he caught up with her, he added, "I love to see you so excited."

"Turd," she responded. "I can't help it, and I hate it." She laughed as they jumped into the elevator and, five floors later, were walking together down the hall to his place. Adam took his time unlocking the door and received a slap on the arm from Shelby. "Asshole," she said this time, upping her feigned irritation a level.

Inside, she looked around but didn't see anything out of the ordinary, which only increased her anticipation.

"You want to sit and talk for a while or just go right to the surprise?" The look he got from her would have made his blood run cold if he hadn't known she was teasing him. "Thought so," he said, heading for the bedroom. "You wait right here," he said over his shoulder. He returned with a plastic bag. "This is part of it," he said, holding it open for her.

She reached inside and pulled out two short leather straps, each with a small chain and a carabiner on the end of the chain. She reached into the bag once more, and her hand emerged with two more.

"I'm not too experienced, Adam, but these look kinky." She chuckled, obviously not turned off by the idea. "There has to be more." She was eying him suggestively and pondering the feelings that were tearing through her body. Feelings that were affecting her breathing and heart rate.

"There is," he assured her. "Follow me." He walked to the big window, Shelby right behind him. He paused a moment, then pulled back one drape. Attached to the main wall at the bottom and higher up on the window was a sturdy piece of wood. The one at the floor had a single metal rod with a ring on its end attached to the piece of wood. The one higher up had four of the rings at various heights.

She looked slowly from the bottom ring to the top ones, then reached out and gently pulled back the other drape, revealing a matching set on that side. She turned her head toward Adam, not able to keep from biting her lower lip in anticipation as she understood what it was all for, and also unable to back away from what she was seeing. It was way more than she had imagined, and her reaction was totally new to her.

"Still a little light outside," he said suggestively. "Want to take advantage of that? Something a little new?"

Shelby could only shake her head in ascent as she handed him the leather strap devices and began stripping off her clothes, obviously understanding the implications of what she was seeing. When she was naked, she held her arms out to him, and he attached two of the devices to her wrists. Then he knelt and did the same to her ankles. When he stood, she stepped in front of the very transparent glass sheet, spreading her legs so that each foot was at the edge of the window. He attached each of the carabiners to a metal ring, keeping a hand on Shelby so she wouldn't fall. He stood and stretched one of her arms upward until he was able to attach the carabiner to one of the upper rings. When he pulled her other arm upward to attach it, her body was pressed tightly against the window.

"It's cold," she said as her breasts flattened against the glass. "How long?" She was tingling, nearly vibrating with excitement and anticipation. It was more invigorating than anything she'd ever encountered and more erotic as well.

"How's an hour sound?" he said, watching the muscles in her butt flex as she worked to keep her balance. He was sure he'd never seen anything as delectable in his life.

"Shit," she said suddenly. "There are people in the park."

"That's good," Adam assured. "They have a better angle to be able to see up here."

Shelby was having trouble comprehending that her body was pressed tightly against Adam's fifth-floor window, something beyond anything she could have imagined only a couple of weeks ago. Her eyes moved from window to window in the building across from her, pondering who might be watching. Her mind told her that anyone watching would take pictures, share them with friends so that more and more people would see her nudity, her breasts and nipples smashed against the window. Not only that, but some might even use the photos to ... Her mind could imagine it, but it was difficult to form the words. Her heart was pounding at those thoughts.

"How's it going, Shelby?"

"Fuck, Adam, I ..." She didn't go on.

"Maybe later," he said, chuckling. He put both hands on her ass, rubbing lightly. Very gently, one hand slipped into the cleft and then down between her legs, parting her labia and sliding inside to a long groan from her. A very wet finger emerged and moved a short distance and stroked an engorged nub.

A moan accompanied his touch. "Are you going to torture me?" she gasped.

Two more rubs, and he said, "Torture would be if I stopped. But, here's the second part of your surprise."

She heard the quiet buzz, her mind going back to one of her guesses. There was a click, and the buzzing was louder. A pause, another click, and an even louder sound. "Ever heard that buzzing before?" he asked.

"Adam, I ... you ... no," she finally said, her body moving back and forth as much as was possible.

"Your choice, one, two, or three?"

Shelby grunted. "One," she finally said in an almost fearful tone.

The buzzing sound quieted. "The next choice is mine, though," he added as he pushed the vibrator between her legs.

"You son-of-a-bitch," she squealed as the vibrator returned to the high setting.

"That was a term of endearment, wasn't it," he teased, moving the pleasure device back and forth.

Shelby's body was jerking and pulsating, the unfamiliar sensations of Adam's surprise, coupled with being naked against the cool glass, overcoming any resistance she might have had left. She felt the vibrations against her legs, her labia, but most of all, against her clit, which seemed to have a mind of its own, taking total control of her body. She felt the pressure inside of her building; every nerve in her body lit up, that body feeling like it might shatter at any instant. That other feeling was starting now, too, beginning between her legs, where those vibrations continued relentlessly but working to consume her totally, out of her control if she had a desire to control it, which she didn't. Her moans grew louder as the heat engulfed her, and a new sound filled the condo, her hips banging against the window. A final long and intense moan as her body spasmed over and over.

Adam switched the vibrator off and tossed it on the chair. He leaned against her as he unfastened one arm and then the other. Her body slumped against him.

"Gonna lay you down," he said as he gently lowered her sweaty body to the carpet, noting the remnants of her perspiration clinging to the glass. He unfastened her legs.

"You said maybe later," she gasped, looking at him longingly.

"Shelby, you are the sexiest creature in the universe. Look at you. Your body is glistening, drops of sweat dripping down between those boobs. And that's just the beginning. But ..." He pointed to the straps.

"Thanks for the surprises."

"Glad you enjoyed them," he said very sincerely. He stood and then helped her up. What he had just seen and thought about her was affecting his breathing and his heart rate.

She looked at him and smiled at his readability. "You want me," she said. "You want me bad."

It was hard for him to deny that, particularly with the readily apparent bulge in his pants that she suddenly grabbed. He could barely believe she was unfastening his pants ... and he was gladly allowing it to happen, despite his earlier thoughts. The hormones had taken over, gotten the best of him, obscuring the "rational" thoughts his brain was attempting to generate. The pants were quickly around his ankles. His boxers followed.

She took hold of his cock. "Maybe I should tie this thing to the window and see if it likes it ..." She paused. "As much as I like it," she added, coming to grips with herself. "Better still, I should tie you to the window facing in. Then I could work on this long and very tasty cock with no interference." As she finished saying that, her lips closed around the shiny purple head. Shelby understood that it was her turn to torment. And she was not going to let it pass.

"Not going to interfere," he gasped as her tongue also went into action. He wanted to wind his hands through her blond hair and hold her head against him, but he relented and kept his hands away, letting her do whatever she chose. He had thought she was exhausted after her time in the window but was amazed as her head moved faster and faster. In a short time, she had achieved the desired effect, and he grunted, "Coming, Shel," as his cock pulsated, shooting stream after stream of hot, milky liquid ... into her mouth. His brain was working to process that as his breath began to return, his eyes wide. He saw her eyes on his and watched her release his cock.

"Surprised?" she asked, the word garbled. She awkwardly swallowed. "You surprised me too, and I like it, strange as that seems. When that last thingy snapped into place, my heart was pounding so hard. I was sure all the people in the park were looking right at me, at my tits and my pussy. And every window in that building was hiding a peeper who was taking my picture. And then, you son-of-a-bitch, that vibrator." She laughed. "I think my body is still vibrating, or whatever it is that thing makes it do. Whatever it is ..." She was nibbling her lower lip.

"Thought you might enjoy that."

Later that night, Shelby enjoyed it again, and Adam experienced a bit of enjoyment himself.

It was the following Wednesday, and Shelby had been planning. She spent time at work daydreaming, being scolded by her supervisor for just sitting and staring, accomplishing nothing. She resented it a bit since she was accomplishing something—her unusual plan for this afternoon and evening. She had already secured the afternoon off. She picked up some lunch and ate it on the way to her final destination. Luckily, she found a parking place just a block away. She pulled one of the big double doors open and stepped into the lobby, looking around.

"Hello, Edward, isn't it?" she said, cheerfully.

"Yes ma'am," the tall, uniformed man, who reminded her of her father, said. "If I remember, you're a friend of Adam's. Is that correct?"

"Yes, it is. I'm Shelby, and that's why I'm here." She put on her best conspiratorial face, chuckling along with it. "I have a surprise for Adam."

"Ah," Edward said, raising his eyebrows. "And, you need to get into his condo to surprise him?"

"Exactly."

"If I may say so, Adam is very lucky to have someone like you to surprise him." He smiled broadly.

"Well, thank you, Edward. That's very kind." She needed more than compliments, though.

Edward unclipped something from his belt. "Here's the master key. I can't leave my post long enough to go to the fifth floor, so if you'll be kind enough to run it back down here when you've opened his door." He winked.

"Thanks, Edward," she said, taking the key. "I really appreciate this."

"No problem. Adam is always good to me."

With a parting smile, Shelby walked briskly to the elevator. A quick ride and she stepped out onto the fifth floor, unlocked Adam's door, and returned the key to Edward, with more profuse thanks.

Quickly back upstairs, she sat on the couch, pondering and preparing. This preparation was for her mind. Her body was telling her very definitely that it was ready. Other preparations needed to be made as well. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the big window and pulled the small table over until it was touching the drapes. She was thirsty but hesitated to drink anything with what lay ahead. She laid her cell phone carefully on the table, then looked out the window ... and smiled as she checked the activity in the park below. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding, but she was committed and ready.

Shelby went to the main bedroom, to the dresser drawer where she had seen Adam stow the shackles. Whatever they might be, that's the word she had chosen for them as she remembered, dreamed, and planned. She carried them to the living room and laid them on the table with her phone.

"It's now or never," she said out loud. "Here's the new Shelby, ready to go oh display."

Shelby stripped off her clothing piece by piece and lay each item neatly on a chair. Stepping to the little table, she took two of the "shackles," attaching one to each ankle. She took the other two and found putting them on much more difficult when she could use only one hand with each. She worked, finally figuring out the way to do it. At last, all four of them were in place.

One more deep breath, and she stepped in front of the window, bent, and attached the clips that she'd learned were called carabiners to the metal ring. She'd had to sit down to do that and was now struggling to stand with both ankles attached and her legs spread. She finally used the table to help her and was able to stand but had to stay pressed against the window to keep her balance. The tricky part lay ahead, and she hoped she had planned correctly. She was able to attach her left wrist using her right hand, but then she had to attach the right wrist using only her right hand. She ensured that the opening, where the carabiner locking arm pivoted, was at the top, and, grasping the very bottom of the carabiner, she attempted to snap it into the highest ring she could reach. Two attempts failed, but on the third, she heard the distinctive click as it snapped onto the ring.

She trembled as she realized that she was locked against the window with no way of escaping on her own. She told herself to relax—it was no different than it had been before. But it was, and none of her thoughts could change that.

"Hey, Siri. Call Adam," she said loudly.

"Calling Adam," came the automated reply. She prayed he'd answer. It took three rings.

"Hey, babe. How's your day, and thanks for surprising me with a call."

"That's just your first surprise," she said loudly.

"Am I on speaker?"

"Yes, but there's no one here."

"Ah, and where would 'here' be?"

A deep breath. "Edward let me in," she said, knowing that would surprise him.

A pause. "You're at my place?" he said, a disbelieving sound to his voice.

"Sure am," she answered.

"Then why am I on speaker instead of facetime?

"Because," she giggled. "If it was facetime, all you'd see is the ceiling."

Another pause. "I don't get it."

"I'm ... locked to the window," she said as matter-of-factly as she could.

"Are you shittin' me, Shel? How the hell did you do that?" His voice had gotten quieter.

"Wasn't easy, but I'm here till someone turns me loose. I'm hoping it'll be you, but you might get Edward to do it if you can't get here."

"Fuck, Shel. Edward would be tipping me if that happened. I can't get away for a while. You sure you're okay?" His mind was in high gear as he tried to process what he was hearing.

"And, if I'm not?" she teased.

"That's a big part of it, isn't it? Knowing there's nothing you can do."

She heard him laugh.

"Be ready for your other surprise when I get there. Shit, thinking about this all afternoon, I'll be dripping horniness by the time I get home."

"Whether I'm ready or not, I know what's going to happen."

"People in the park?"

"Lots."

"Good," he said. "See you later. Or should I say, do you later?"

"I'll be right here," she said, and the phone cut off.

Shelby closed her eyes as she pressed her cheek against the window. Her mind was working, imagining. The people in the park were watching. She saw their looks, their cameras aimed her direction, their pointing, and talking. People were peering out of the windows across from her, laughing and nudging each other, cameras clicking once again. She thought of the big door opening, of Edward coming in, looking at her, his body against her as he struggled to free her, then gazing longingly at her naked body once she was free.

When she was able to turn off those thoughts, different ones invaded her consciousness. Where had the old Shelby gone, and how had this Shelby stayed hidden all these years. Adam had freed her from the bondage that had enslaved this part of her, locking her into the prim and very conservative Shelby that she formerly was. Even more bizarre, she loved this new person, loved what she was and what she enjoyed, and wanted nothing more than to explore this unknown self and see where it might lead.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been mesmerized by her daydreams, but when she opened her eyes, she was face to face with a man, looking out one of the windows across from her. Terror ripped through her—her imaginings had suddenly turned to reality, and she could barely breathe. He smiled and waved. She attempted to smile and wondered what he was seeing. He was gesturing, and, quickly, there was someone else in the window. The new someone was a she who had dark hair, a pretty face, and a delightful smile as she also waved.

Shelby was working to process what was happening. She couldn't look away from the pair in the window, despite the feelings that were gripping her. She tried to decipher the emotions, amazed that they were excitement and some sort of fulfillment. As she watched, the man disappeared and returned quickly with a camera ... a very fancy camera with a large lens on the front. She could see him clicking away and was sure that her face, her nipples, and her pussy would completely fill several images. She struggled to move her upper body away from the window, the perverse thought of giving him a chance to photograph her breasts not crushed against the glass causing it.

The two of them chatted, laughed, snapped more pictures, and finally waved goodbye. The window was empty. Shelby found a feeling of disappointment enveloping her—the people watching her had been entertaining, erotically entertaining, and she could feel the wetness between her legs. She was sure some had dripped on Adam's carpet, but there was nothing she could do about that.