Heidi's Bedtime Stories: Erotic Quickies for Men and Women

Heidi's Bedtime Stories

Touchstone

I live in a small town, so when I visited New York City for the first time, I was just in awe. From the moment I arrived at JFK, everything seemed to be moving at top speed. Even the superfast taxi ride to Manhattan was exciting and scary. When I got to the hotel in Times Square, I was almost overwhelmed by the glittering lights and the people rushing around. I felt so small surrounded by all the towering buildings and huge billboards. The hotel lobby was gorgeous with its marble floors, ornate chandeliers, and glass-enclosed elevators. Since I didn't know anyone in New York I spent a lot of time in my room. Sure it got boring, but I was waiting to meet my boyfriend, who wouldn't arrive for another few days. We live in different cities and hadn't seen each other for two months. We'd agreed to meet in New York. It would be the first visit for us both.

One particular night will always remind me of New York. It started off pretty normally. I was sitting on the bed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a glass of wine at my side, taking in the beautiful city from my twenty-second-floor room. From up so high the city was spread out like a shimmering tapestry before me. I could make out at least two bridges in the distance andthe lights of the cars glittered below in red and green. At night with their lights on it was easy to see inside other buildings.

The past two nights I'd taken to looking into the same apartment where this good-looking guy lived. With his dark hair and sexy beard, he reminded me of my boyfriend. He'd come in, turn on the lights, take off his work shirt, sit down on the couch, and turn on the television. Even from far away I could tell he had a great body. He had a muscular chest and a well-defined six-pack. He had the sexiest arms I've ever seen, and his worn jeans, which hung low on his hips, showed off his tight ass. I figured he worked with his body because he was in great shape.

That night, instead of just watching TV and falling asleep, he sat on his sofa stroking his chest with his fingers. I couldn't really tell, but I think he was watching porn. I started getting turned on as he ran his fingers across his nipples and then between his legs, roughly rubbing his dick. He looked so hot, I was getting really horny. I started rubbing my shoulders and caressing

my breasts. When I felt my pussy getting wet, I slid

my hand inside my panties. I pretended it was my boyfriend's fingers between my legs as I stroked myself.

I felt like a Peeping Tom as I sat there in my short silk robe watching this good-looking stranger touch himself. When he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his swollen cock, and started stroking it, I slid out of my robe and let it fall to the floor. It was so hot watching him without his knowing it. I could feel how wet my pussy was getting, and I badly wanted to come. I lay down facing the window with my legs up on the bed. I started caressing my inner thighs, slowly teasing myself as I got closer to my throbbing clit. I was going crazy. It felt sooo good. I licked my fingers and slowly ran them down my body all the way to my clit.

My pussy was soaked, and I loved it. I slipped my fingers between my swollen lips and rubbed the juice all over. I still had plenty left to smear over my breasts to make my nipples hard. I was so close to coming. The faster the stranger stroked his dick, the harder I rubbed my clit. My pussy was throbbing, and I wished I had my boyfriend's fat cock to fill me up right then and there. I could feel the muscles in my body tighten as I fingered myself.

I was so close; my juices were running down my legs. I was moaning louder and louder. My whole body tensed up as I watched my stranger stiffen and come in his hand. I couldn't hold it anymore; it was getting really intense, and my moans were getting louder, my mouth was getting dry. And then there..."Oh, fuck!" I screamed so loud, my own body jerking on the bed now soaked with my cum. I moaned loudly and gasped for air until I lay back limp, my arms at my side. I felt so much better. I wished I could thank my good-looking stranger. Maybe I'd see him tomorrow.

Copyright © 2006 by Heidi Cortez

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