Now, I’m not afraid of heights necessarily, but being held naked right up to a clear panel of glass eight hundred feet above the ground will certainly perk up any girl’s nipples. Every nerve in my body came alive. I was scared, breathless, and extremely turned on.
Simon entered me gently from behind and started stroking. His cock remained rock-hard as his thrusts increased. His hips began bumping against my ass, and as his intensity increased, I started to feel the glass panel begin to flex. My stomach began to turn, and my head started spinning, probably from lack of oxygen. My short breaths weren’t enough to sustain me. My fear of the glass panel breaking intensified with each thrust. Simon lifted my arms above my head and pressed my palms out flat on the bouncing glass.
I could see the newspaper headlines the next morning, describing how two randy lovers plunged to their deaths while still connected. Yeah, but they would die with a smile on their faces, I thought to myself. I had to simply trust that Simon knew just how much this widow would take, or maybe he didn’t care either.
My orgasms started one after another, until I thought I might faint. Steam from my labored breaths had coated the glass near my head. My face was being mashed flat as Simon’s own orgasm rocked me violently in waves.
Finally, we dropped to the floor, completely spent. My heart pounded in my chest for several minutes afterward. We both smiled as we looked up and noticed the outline of my figure remained “etched” onto the glass in smears and moisture.
Simon was an incredible lover. When we were apart, I was like a drug addict waiting for my next “fix.” Each new sexual encounter exceeded the previous one. How had this man’s genes not passed anything on to his son?
Men such as Simon were powerful and driven individuals. They controlled their environment and everyone around them. Their private passions were just as intense. I felt like he was awakening desires that I never knew were inside of me.
During one of our subsequent evenings together, we noticed that our room also afforded us a panoramic view of the nearby buildings. With our room lights dimmed, we were able to see into many of the rooms facing our direction. One had caught my attention. It was a loft-style apartment with large uncovered windows and a sparsely furnished interior, save for a bed that was clearly visible. As we were sipping a glass of wine, a couple entered the room and, to our delight, began a torrid session of lovemaking. They quickly undressed. The guy pulled the woman to his groin, and she proceeded to give him a vigorous blow-job. This turned me on to no end. Simon seemed delighted also, and that night, our new “hobby” was born. Who knew we were voyeurs? There were a couple of more times when we spied on people, but our luck was “iffy.” Mostly, people just sit and watch their TVs.
At our next time together, Simon hinted that he had a little surprise in store, but I would have to wait through a wonderful dinner till we were alone at the hotel. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as we returned to our room. Simon had opened a bottle of Chardonnay and dimmed the lights. I casually stood near the window, scoping out any likely prospects. Suddenly, a soft knock at the door startled me. No one ever knocked before. These rooms were above the normal elevators and reserved for only the VIP clientele. I moved away from the window and then backed into a darkened corner. We had not requested anything, so I was sort of shocked to see Simon starting for the door. After a quick check of the peephole, he began to unlock the door. I didn’t have time to say anything and was starting to panic, looking for something to hide behind.
Before I could move, the door opened and a young woman sort of stumbled into the room. I immediately noticed her eyes were covered with black tape. Before I could even react, a young man also followed her in. His eyes were covered in the same fashion. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Keeven just behind them. He must have guided them to the door. He only escorted them inside and left, pulling the door closed behind him. Simon locked the door, gently caught the young girl by the lower arm, and began to lead her. The young man had placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder and followed just a step behind her.
Simon led the pair to a spot just before the window. He was holding one finger to his lips, signaling to me that I should remain silent. The couple stopped, and Simon stepped back into the shadows near me. I was staring at him, and I know I had a “what the fuck” look on my face.
Simon, in a very calm and subdued voice, asked the couple if they understood why they were here. They both nodded their heads in unison. Simon informed them that the area within ten feet around them was a clear area. He instructed them not to leave the area of the rug without his permission. They nodded again to show their understanding of his instructions.
Simon informed them that the room was empty except for him and one other person. They remained standing, with the guy still touching the shoulder of the girl. Simon instructed them to listen and follow his directions. Again, they nodded. He then asked them to be seated on the floor, which they both did.
I still wasn’t sure exactly what Simon was up to, but before I could say anything, he asked if they would please begin to disrobe. Without any hesitation, the girl began to unbutton her shirt. The guy, seated right beside her, also followed, and the pair began to pile their clothes in a stack just within reach. Neither made any attempt to touch their eye coverings.
The girl was probably a little older than I was. She was very pretty. The guy was a real “hunk” himself. As I watched him struggling out of his jeans, I was beginning to catch the drift of what Simon was presenting to me.
The young man wasn’t shy either, and as his boxers slid past his groin, I quietly gasped. The guy was an absolute monster. His cock was maybe as thick as my wrist, and he was still flaccid. The girl had her bra off and was fumbling with the catch on her pants. She tried to stand at first, but decided to remain seated on the floor and just wiggled out of them. She rolled to her side and removed a sexy red G-string.
I sensed her nervousness as she sat with her knees drawn up to her chest. Simon, always the gentleman, reassured her, and she seemed a little more at ease. The guy reached out to locate the girl, and having found her, he now kept his hand on her bare thigh.
Simon whispered to me, “How would you like to start the evening with our puppets, dearest?”
I was still sort of speechless and couldn’t put together a phrase. Simon, seeing my hesitation, took the lead and asked them to begin to kiss. The pair sought out each other’s mouths by feel and began an intimate exchange of soft kisses. This was followed by some gentle touching. I was finally catching on to this.
Obviously, Simon had hired them to do anything we would ask. Simon asked if either of them would like some wine. Only, the girl nodded yes. The kissing was interrupted as the girl took several sips from a glass Simon had given her. Satisfied, she held her glass out, and Simon retrieved it.
At that point, I wanted in on this. I whispered to Simon to have the young man stand and stroke his cock. Simon relayed my request, and the guy stood and began manually stroking himself. The girl asked if she could have another bit of wine. Simon handed the girl the glass again. She seemed content and reassured enough to finish the entire glass.
By now, the guy’s cock was enormous. I was a little unsure as to the ground rules here, but I just had to ask. I whispered to Simon, “Would it be possible for me to touch the guy’s cock?”
“My dear,” he said, “they are here for your complete pleasure.”
I warned the young man, and he stopped stroking long enough for me to grasp the shaft and give it a gentle squeeze. Its thickness and heft was simply amazing. I finished by sliding my fingers up to the glans. My fingers gingerly ringed the knob. I ran my thumb up just under the pee-hole. I wasn’t sure if it was spit or pre-cum, but the thrill of touching someone so completely under your control was awesome.
Simon and I took turns placing the couple in a series of positions. I was becoming so hot that I needed to release my breasts. I couldn’t help but tweak and pull at my nipples. As soon as I saw Simon getting undressed, I felt the need to do the same.
As I lay down on the edge of the rug, I couldn’t keep my hands off of my clit and began gently rubbing myself. Simon asked that the guy lie on his back and the girl mount him. They both fumbled a bit, but eventually the girl got astride the guy and guided his cock up inside her. She started a slow, methodical rocking motion. I wondered if they had already been a couple or at least done this together before, as the girl seemed completely prepared to accommodate his immense size.
Simon came over to me. Of course, his cock was jutting out looking for a warm spot too. We quietly coupled in a spoon fashion and just lay on our sides, watching the pair just a few steps away from us.
What a turn-on! I was randy as hell and Simon pumped at me eagerly. I whispered to Simon that I wanted the girl to manually bring the guy off. Simon stopped pumping at me and asked if the guy would be ready to cum soon.
The young man nodded and said he’d cum if that’s what we wanted. Simon asked the girl to lift off, have him stand, and use her hands to finish him off. Simon and I scooted around to get a view as the girl settled in and began to slowly stroke at the engorged cock. Simon got back just behind me again and pushed himself inside of me.
The girl was very skilled at what she was doing. Again, I wasn’t quite sure how well these two knew each other, but the girl certainly seemed to know just how to maximize his pleasure. Within just a couple minutes, the guy groaned, and a rope of jizm leapt out of the end of his dick. The girl continued jacking at it furiously; several more spurts of goo followed. The guy was moaning and twisting in beautiful agony. Some of the first few spurts had splattered the girl right in the face and on her shoulders. She seemed unfazed by this and continued her motions. Her one free hand was now cupping his balls and gently massaging them. She seemed to be trying to milk out every last bit of what he had left in him. The white slime now coated the girl’s hand and dripped downward towards her thighs. About then, a gut-wrenching orgasm coursed through my body. Simon came shortly after I did. We flopped around like a teen-aged couple possessed.
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