The Basis of my Fetish

The Basis of my Fetish





By Anonymous Author (address withheld)


***


The basis of my fetish is a strikingly attractive,

rather shy Japanese physician who was my upstairs

neighbors a couple of years ago when I had my last

apartment as a bachelor. (MF/F, asian, exh)


***


Her name was Lynn. She moved in on a Saturday afternoon

while my fiancée (now my wife) and I were making love.

I was close to my orgasm, when we both heard the

unmistakable, sexy click-click-click of a woman’s high

heels walking into the bedroom above us, and then stop.

Obviously, the new upstairs neighbor was a female, and

she had stopped to listen to us. (My wife had been

making a lot of noise just then.)


This excited us both, and we put on an extra-vocal

audio sex show for her, culminating in a hot doggy-

style fuck with a sound track of my fiancée squealing

wildly, the slapping sound of my hips pounding into her

butt, and my filthy sex talk. A couple of minutes

after we finished, we heard the sound of those high

heels walking out of the bedroom.


I first introduced myself to Lynn on the parking lot of

our apartment complex while I was waxing my car (I was

wearing a t-shirt and shorts). I saw her get out of her

car and walk towards her apt. The look on her face

indicated that she didn’t expect me to acknowledge her

(the residents of that apt. complex are notoriously

unfriendly).


I smiled, said hi and introduced myself and Lynn did

the same. When she turned her back to me to walk

towards her aptartment, I noticed she was wearing pants

made of a very soft fabric that beautifully draped her

soft, round, inviting butt. Involuntarily, I let out a

soft, low moan of sexual excitement.


Lynn heard it, turned her face to the left, looked back

towards me and smiled. All of a sudden her purposeful

strides turned into a slow, sexy sashay. Lynn virtually

wiggled up the stairs slowly, as I stood by my car,

transfixed and in total heat, with a throbbing hard-on,

licking my lips and darting my tongue around wishing

she was sitting on my face.


When she reached the top landing, Lynn turned to face

me for about 15 seconds (as if to make sure that I was

watching her).


**


Over the next couple of months, my fiancée and I

continued to get extra-excited and loud when we knew

Lynn was upstairs in her bedroom listening to us. We

would picture her up there, getting all wet and juicy,

playing with herself, and always gave her a blow-by-

blow (no pun intended) description of the action.


One evening after work Lynn and I both happened to be

shopping at the local supermarket. We exchanged

pleasantries for about five minutes. I don’t remember

what we talked about, but I do remember her standing

really close to me – close enough for me to feel the

warmth of her body and her warm breath on my face as

she spoke.


The pupils of her pretty, almond-shaped eyes were

really dilated, and I remember feeling as if they were

a deep ocean that I wanted to dive into. I was very

aroused by her, and I knew that I was blushing, and my

hard cock was making a distinctly visible bulge in my

pants.


Lynn also seemed excited – she was blushing, and when

she spoke, she showed me much more of her tongue than

normal. With every word, I could see Lynn’s soft, pink,

wet, inviting tongue, and she licked her lips after

every sentence. A few times, when there were short

breaks in our conversation, Lynn would lift a foot out

of her mid-heeled pumps and rotate her ankle a bit (I

don’t know why women do that, but it always looks

sexy!)


After that, Lynn became the major object of my

fantasies when I was home alone. We used to leave for

work and return home at approximately the same times –

when I would hear Lynn’s door slam shut if she left

before me, I would peek out my bedroom window through

the blinds to watch her walk to her car. She would turn

her head towards my window, so I knew she knew I was

watching.


**


One morning Lynn wore a slit miniskirt to work and she

sat with her door open for about a minute, with her

sexy left leg outside of the car – the sight of her

heels and beautiful leg (visible up to virtually the

top of her thigh) got me crazy!


I started to masturbate wildly every morning in my

bedroom, when I could hear Lynn in her bedroom above

me. I’d moan with pleasure and sort of talk to her (but

not say her name – I was afraid she might think I was

harassing her if I did that). At that time I always

kept my cock shaved, so when I really got hot stroking

it for her, (I think) the sound of my hand slapping

into my body on the down strokes would be unmistakable.


When I’d hear Lynn get into her shower, I’d follow into

my bath-room, with one ear pressed against the wall

trying to hear her. The sound coming down from Lynn’s

bathtub often sounded to me as if she had the shower

running, but was on the bathtub floor writhing and

bucking her sexy body (possibly aiming the shower

stream at her pink delicious pussy).


Almost every evening when Lynn got home from work, she

would head straight for the bathroom, and I’d hear the

same sounds coming down at me from above.


***


One last incident has remained clearly in my mind for

about two years. It remains my favorite masturbation

“topic”.


Lynn got engaged to a nice young man who was attending

grad school out of state. One evening UPS had a

delivery of china (or silverware) for Lynn, who wasn’t

home. I signed for it and left a note on her door

indicating that I had her package.


When Lynn rang my bell to pick up the package, I was

floored. She was wearing white tennis shoes with lacy,

thin cotton ankle socks (the kind that women usually

wear with high-heeled pumps as an alternate to hose in

the summer), and a pair of tighter-than-skin-tight

black spandex biking shorts. I say tighter-than-skin-

tight because they only extended down about two inches

into her thighs, and I could clearly see Lynn’s soft,

pale, creamy thighs spilling out from around the sexy,

shiny spandex shorts.


Above this she had on an oversize, thin cotton t-shirt.

It came down about to her mons veneris, and below it I

could clearly see a triangular area extending between

her shapely legs where the black spandex shorts

appeared darker. I wondered if she was wearing a black

thong or g-string underneath!


Lynn was also wearing dangling earrings, and more

makeup than I had ever seen her wear, although it

couldn’t hide the fact that she was blushing. Lynn

thanked me for signing for the package, and then

proceeded to walk over to it (it was on the floor),

stand directly opposite me, and slowly bend over from

the waist, apparently to check out the address label.


Her shirt hung open, and I could clearly see that Lynn

was wearing a sexy, lacy, Victoria’s Secret demi-bra

that just barely covered her nipples. She had

perfectly-shaped, lovely breasts, heaving with every

breath she took. Lynn stepped back and I picked up the

package, following her up the stairs (and getting more

aroused with each passing second).


She walked in front of me, with that same slow wiggle

that I had watched so many months ago. Now, though, my

face was just inches from Lynn’s beautiful ass, every

curve clearly visible through the black spandex. Lynn

was bent over so far that I could also see up the back

of her shirt – the lacy back of her sexy bra. I

realized that she had nothing on underneath those skin-

tight shorts – and the dark triangle had to be wetness!


When we got in front of her door, she gave me a sexy,

inviting smile, invited me into her apt. and asked if

there was anything she could do for me (those were

virtually her exact words). To this day, I believe that

Lynn wanted to seduce me that evening – I would have

been her “last affair” before her marriage.


I would have accepted Lynn’s invitation that evening,

except for the fact that my fiancée was visiting me at

the time. Instead, I was virtually dumbfounded (a man’s

IQ drops in direct proportion to his sexual excitement,

I believe). My cock was so hot, hard and throbbing,

straining against by shorts that it almost hurt.


I remember that I couldn’t control my tongue and was

basically licking my lips and darting my tongue around

as if Lynn’s sweet pussy were locked onto my face. I

think I may have told her something idiotic like

“That’s O.K., just seeing you dressed up so sexy is

enough of a reward!”


If you have read this far, you probably think that I am

a major asshole. I guess you just had to be there.


END