So, Here I Am

Chapter Ten Larry and Soraya

Larry quietly closed her bedroom door, and walked in.   What greeted him took his breath away. Soraya was standing on the other side of her bed, in front of the huge window.   She was completely naked.   He didn't realise he was forgetting to breathe.  His eyes were wide with total admiration at the sight of her, feeling that familiar stirring in his pants.   She was spectacular.  Her heavily lashed, doe eyes staring straight at him, long, straight blonde hair falling past her shoulders, and tanned skin.  Voluptuous was the word that sprang to mind, she had an hourglass figure, heavy thighs, and pretty feet.

He realised he wasn't breathing then, and took a sharp intake of breath, his heart beating uncontrollably.   He was paralyzed, rooted to the spot, temporarily, he assumed, no way he could stay here all night.   Not possible.

She smiled at him, and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say -- Well, what do you think ? --He thought --wow -- was what he thought, as he slowly walked towards her, but then a thought struck him.

Larry "You're stood in the window, anyone can see you, see us"   What she said next just fueled anything and everything he was experiencing, physically, sensually, sexually.

" I don't want to move, Larry.  I want you to do me right here, in front of this window, up against the glass.  Let 'em watch, Larry, give 'em a thrill."

He was so aroused now, he was starting to go dizzy.  He had never taken his clothes off so fast before in his life, and in seconds he was naked, his body pressing onto hers, her round ass and his hands against the cold glass.  While kissing her neck, he furtively looked around outside into the darkness, and he could see lights on in the offices across the river, and in nearby buildings. He couldn't see anyone, but there would surely be office cleaners in those rooms, maybe the odd executive or secretary working late.   He realised then, he didn't care.   Neither of them were shabby to look at, he thought, and the thought of someone watching them, their bodies melding together into one form, limbs akimbo, heads thrown back in the throes of that kind of pleasure, made him even more horny.

"Fuck, Soraya, what are you doing to me ?" It was a rhetorical question really, as the effects of what she was doing to him were becoming evident in the size and hardness of his erection.            " As much as I can, Larrbear, whatever I can" she looked him dead in the eyes now, whispering,    " whatever I want to".

That was the final straw, shit, he was over the edge now, he couldn't control himself any longer, not that he had much self control when it came to Soraya to begin with.

His hand was at the back of her head now, forcefully kissing her, hard and sloppy, and she returned it in kind.  Then his hands were cupping both her ass cheeks, white rings appearing around his fingertips where he was gripping her so hard, her legs wrapped around his waist.      He was pushing inside of her now, and as he entered her, she gasped, breaking their kiss to look him directly in the eyes.

Oh, there would be no coyness or timidity with this one.  She knew what she wanted, she knew how she wanted him to make her feel, and he was more than happy to oblige.   She wanted him to see and feel her reactions to him, and then watch as she pushed him to the edge, watch him come completely undone as he fell over it, taking her with him.

With her arms around his neck, Larry thrusting hard and fast, it was over all too soon, for both of them.   But this would have been impossible to prolong, it was the physical manifestation of the pure lust that had consumed both of them, and to try to slow down, take their time, was impossible for both in the moment.   It has been a quick, but passionate, fuck.   But they were happy with that.   Now they could gather themselves, catch their breath, get comfortable between the sheets, and take their time to explore and enjoy each other, as it should be.

As Larry turned to join Soraya in bed, he glanced around outside.   He caught the sight of a man, stood in front of the window of his office, looking right at him.   He had obviously been watching them.   Then the man, in his business suit, white shirt and tie, saluted Larry.   

And Larry, fully visible in the window in all his beautiful nakedness, saluted him back, grinning from ear to ear.