EroticReverie

Kate

Fuck him. Fuck, he was fucking toying with me. That fucking prick! 

I text my address to Jake. 

I go upstairs, stomping to the elevator, and stomping down the hall to my apartment as I go in and throw my keys and my purse down. 

"You fucker." I cure Colson, and witha  devilish laugh I shake my head. 

"Oh yeah, fucker, I'll even the fucking score. Just wait." 

I say as I walk into my bath room, spruce myself up a bit. 

I walk into my bedroom, seeing Colson's light is on, but I don't bother looking towards the window. I ignore it entirely, even though I'm dying to look over to see if he's in his room, if he's looking at me or not. 

I lift my shirt , and then toss it. 

Lift my hands to my jeans as I unbutton them. Taking them off. 

Hoping and praying that Colson is watching as I stand in nothing but a black lace bra and thong panty. 

The buzzer goes off to my apartment. I turn my head to my door and then walk out of the room, buzz him in, and tell him to come in when he gets upstairs. 

I walk back to my room, and take my hair down and flip and fluff it and then sit on my bed and lean back on my hands. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I allow myself to try to see in Colsons window. He's there. He's watching. 

When Jake opens my apartment door and walks in.

"Kate?" he calls. 

"Take your shoes off. In here." I call. 

I hear him kick off his sneaks and then his foot steps walk the small space to my door. 

"Daaaaamn" his eyes light up as he pulls off his jacket and then his shirt. 

"Alright, yes, love a girl who knows what she wants" he says and I fight a roll of my eyes. 

"Take off your pants Jake." I say and he does it quickly. I swallow, still feeling those eyes across the way looking at me. I crook my finger at Jake and he grins and walks over and rubs his hard on through his boxers. 

"Fuck , I can't believe you let me come over." he says and I think to myself, yeah, me either. 

"You bring condoms?" I ask. 

He stops rubbing his cock . "Uhhh"

I close my eyes and inahel and exhale. 

"Jake...please tell me you did not come over here to fuck without bringing condoms." I say. 

"I uh...it's fine, I'll pull out." he says.

I give him a look that lets him know theres no way in hell that is happening. 

"I want you raw Kate" he says and steps to the bed. 

"That's nice, but it's not gonna happen. I don't have sex without condoms." I tell him. 

"I dont know you or where youve been." I say. 

"Im clean, I swear." he says. 

I shake my head. "Not happening." 

"You got me so hard, dont be like that" he says says cooing at me like Im a child he's trying to coax. 

"C'mon, I really wanna fuck you" he almost whines and I get the ick. The major ick. 

"This isnt happening." I say and stand up.

"What? come on, I drove all the way over here." he says.

"Yeah, without a single condom."I shake my head and shoo him back. 

"Get dressed." I say. 

"I'll go get a condom, and i'll come back." he says, hodling his dick through his shorts still. 

"No thanks. It's late." I say and walk out of my room and leave Jake to grab his things and follow me out. 

"Cmon baby, I need you " he whines again and I cringe. 

"Bye Jake." I say opening the door and gesturing him out. 

He scoffs. His whiney, "Sweet" man act, changing.

"What the fuck ever...." he says. "Your loss babe" he shakes his head and pulls on his pants, fastening them and I sigh as I wait and he slips his feet into his sneakers. 

He throws on his shirt and he snarls at me as if Im disgusting to him now that I wont fuck him. Typical again. 

"fuckin bitch" he mutters as he walks out my door.

"Have a nice night!" I sing song and slam the door, twisting the lock and rolling my eyes. 

I walk back to my room and look right at my window. I stomp over, crossing my arms as I stare at Colson who is standing at his window. 

I watch him pick up his phone from the window sill, and watch him text something. 

My phone pings. My brows furrow, because I didnt give him my number. I turn and walk to the bed. Picking up my phone from an unknown number.

"what happened to lover boy?" he asks. 

"Where did you get my number?" I ask. 

"Your application. What happened?" he says and I huff and look at him through the window. He points to his phone. 

I reply. 

"Showed up without a baby blocker." I type. 

I look up, see a hint of a smirk. 

"amateur" he types. And I sigh and look up at him. He smiles. Then lifts his phone again. 

When it pings I look down. 

"You should walk around in a bra and panties more often." he says and I look up at him, honestly forgetting I was even in my bra and underwear. 

"Goodnight jerk." I reply and give him the finger through the window. He laughs. 

I watch him lift his phone. 

"Do you still want to kiss me Kate?" he types.

"Nope." I reply. 

"Lapse of judgement, Over it.  Night Colson." I type. 

Looking up as he looks down and then I turn and walk over to my door, into the hall and turn out the lights as my phone pings in the other room. 

Walking back into my room. I turn out my light and look over to his window. 

He's standing there shirtless now, and I swallow and curse. 

Walking over to my bed I pick my phone back up. 

"Watch me." it says. 

"Watch me, show you what the fuck you do to me." 

"Watch me my little peeping pervert." he says. 

I get turned on and laugh at the same time. 

I walk over to the window, so he can see me standing there in the dark, his light still on.  I see the smirk on his face when I show up at the window. 

"Don't take your eyes off me." the next message says when I look down. 

"Put down your phone now, and just watch like I know you like to." he types and I look up. He sets his phone down and I set mine down as well. 

I watch as he slowly unbuckles his belt, his large body, taking up almost the entire window frame, my body weak at the sight of him. 

I watch as the belt slips from the hoops in his jeans , and I can practically hear the sound the leather would make as it slipped through. Then the sound of his zipper and he unbuttons himself and then undoes his fly , and loses his pants. 

I don't know if I've even blinked yet, but I can't , don't want to. I refuse to miss a single second of this. 

I look at his boxer briefs when he stands and breathe out loudly to myself as I take in the bulging shape of his cock though the light grey fabric that clings to him. 

He puts his hand over it, and I watch him grip it firmly, showing me the true girth, the true length as I whimper to myself, thankful he cant hear how pathetic I am.

I watch as his strokes himself through the fabric, then he moves his hand up and pulls the waist elastic forward, but not down, and his other hand reaches into his briefs and I bite my lip when I know he has himself in his hand as is stroking, his head going to one side slightly and he stares at me. My eyes lifting, and I dont know if he can tell where I'm looking, but his eyes are right on mine. 

My panties are so unbelievably wet, so incredibly soaked at the sight of him. Of the way he smelled , and was so close to me in the hall earlier when he left me with a female case of blue balls after telling me how he'd fuck me. 

I stand in front of the long window, watching him, the window cutting him off mid calf. My window just a long, and I step forward and closer to the window. I life my hand to it, like a little girl looking at the puppy she really really wants in the pet store window. Except I'm twenty two and drooling over a man who just lowered his briefs a bit, enough to show me the head and then teases me. Using both thumbs to hook around his briefs and I nod. 

A slow grin spreads across his face. 

"Shit" I breathe when he pulls them down, letting them rest at his upper thighs below his package. He doesnt touch it and just lets it fucking hang there. Bouncing. Hard and heavy and god, he was truly endowed. His physical form, everything about it, not a single fucking flaw. 

I eye his cock as I bite my lip and cant help it, but I lift my hand to my stomach, I see his eyes drift down, and his hand goes to his cock. 

I watch as he strokes it slowly, pumping his fist along it as I slip my hand into my panties and moan as I tend to my aching clit first. Rubbing it a few times slowly as my mouth parts and I spread my legs a bit as I place my one hand to the glass still and find where I'm the most wet, letting my finger move my wetness around, dragging it up between my pussy lips as I watch Colson stroke for me. Showing himself to me. 

God, I'd never wanted something so bad. It was killing me. I was ready to walk over there in my bra and underwear and demand he fuck me. But this was so incredibly hot. The tease of it, not being able to touch, being in two seperate building, forcing ourselves to not give into the temptation that was building each second we were around each other. 

I reached down and slid a finger into myself, my mouth parting, and my head going back as I felt for my g spot, pushing against it. 

"yess" I whisper to myself quietly as I lift my head and look back to him. 

I lift my hand from the glass and put it over my breast, and watch as his hand pumps faster as I touch myself. 

I slide my finger in and out and whimper to myself, crying his name as I work to make myself cum. 

I squeeze my breast in my bra, pinching my nipple through it and bite my lip and I whimper, so fucking close as my finger curls and I move my hips, grinding against my own hand. 

I look to Colson, who is nodding, and I know he wants me to cum. And seeing him encourage it, imagining his deep voice telling me to, whispering it in my ear, I cum hard, so fucking hard as I cry out, keeping my eyes on him as I slap my hand to the glass and fuck my own finger for this man as my cum drips in my panties and down my fucking thighs, as I gasp and my legs shake and I let out a tiny scream as I keep cumming and watch his cum hit the glass. 

"Oh fuck yes" I pant to myself as I watch it drip down the glass and I moan loudly as I slide my finger out and lift it to my mouth and suck on it as I whimper and lean against the glass, my tits pressed to it, and him jerking the last drops of cum onto the window. 

As I come down slightly watching his head go back and then him look down at the mess he made. I grin to myself. 

I grab my phone and walk to my bed in the dark leaving him to clean up his mess.

I don't text him, but I lay in bed smiling to myself, sighing happily as I rub my clit and bite my lip. 

My phone pings, and I pick it up. 

"Next time you make me cum that hard, you'll be licking up the mess." he says and I rub my clit faster, imagining Colson being dirty enough to make me lick his cum from his window. 

"I want to hear you cum." he types. 

"I know your in your bed touching that needy little cunt of yours Kate. I know you didn't get enough. Cause I didnt either." he types.

"Call me so I can listen to how wet that horny pussy is, and the sounds you make when you fuck yourself or touch your lonely little clit, let me hear you cum my little pervert"