Chapter One
Alaina Rowen closed and locked the front door with one hand while the other went to the waistband of her skirt. It had been a long day with little to show for it, except she was faced with a birthday during a three-day holiday weekend and no plans for either. She set the mail and her purse on the four-drawer antique dresser halfway down the wide hall that made up the center of the historical house.
The plain brown box at the bottom of the pile sent a shiver of excitement through her as she released the band holding the end of her waist-length braid. She took a moment to comb her fingers through the length of caramel, gold hair to unwind the braid as she kicked off the sensible, black pumps she wore with nude-colored, knee high stockings. Then she stripped off the hose, tossing them down on top of the pumps as she wiggled her toes. How she hated stockings. She much preferred going without, but her father frowned on her going without stockings, even in the middle of summer.
Looking in the mirror that hung over the hallway dresser she frowned at herself. “Alaina old girl, you have allowed yourself to be squeezed into this small, sad box of a life. Unless you kick the walls down, or climb out of it soon you will die an old maid working a job you hate, for your father who didn’t even remember today was your birthday. He probably thinks you’re still a virgin, too. If he only knew that behind closed doors you are a slut.”
That statement had her smiling at the irony as she tossed her ankle-length skirt and jewel neck T-shirt over the banister. A moment later, the ice blue corset she’d worn underneath joined the pile.
Wearing only the silk thong that matched the corset, she stretched up toward the ten-foot ceiling pushing up onto her toes in a whole body stretch. After holding it for a count of ten, she dropped her heels back to the floor, then bent forward to brush her palms over her blood red toenails. Stretching the muscles and tendons did nothing to ease the ache of hunger that ran from nipples to cunt. The ache she had lived with each day as she worked up proposals, filled out forms and dealt with clients as her father’s office manager in the family’s insurance agency. Her prim, proper, efficient façade was so well-constructed that no one ever saw past it to the real her.
After flipping through the mail, which consisted of a birthday card from her dentist and one from her brother in Oregon, the cable bill, and two postcards advertising the same pizza delivery restaurant, she finally turned her attention to the plain brown box.
The antique letter opener that had come to her when she inherited the house easily sliced through the tape. Licking her lips in anticipation, she sorted through the invoice, advertisements for her companies, and filler paper to pull out her purchase—a realistic looking and feeling vibrator, except for the fact that it was neon green. Her eyes widened in anticipation as her cunt dampened in preparation. With fingers that trembled with excitement, she opened the plastic packaging and pulled out the imitation cock. Quickly installing the supplied batteries, she twisted the base and smiled in hungry delight as it hummed to life.
Turning it off again, she carried it with her as she padded to the kitchen. She pulled two bottles of beer from the refrigerator before heading to the patio behind the house.
Tall, thick bushes shielded her yard from the neighbors’ view. At this time of evening, no one would be traveling the Neuse River that ran directly behind her property. New Bern, North Carolina was growing, but maintained a majority of its Southern charm, including rolling up the sidewalks at five o’clock. The warm summer air caressed her naked skin. Her nipples beaded and her cunt dampened even. She set one beer on the small iron café table on the patio.
“Happy birthday, Alaina,” she opened the beer with a swift twist of her wrist. Walking to the edge of the patio, she lifted the beer, toasted the river, and the deep blue sky overhead. “Thank you God, for blessing me with another year. My birthday wish is, once again, a good man to replace this,” she held up the vibrator and waved it over her head, hoping God and his angels would see and take note.
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Gray Woolphe adjusted the focus on the telescope until he could read the lips of the naked woman across the river. “…birthday wish is, once again, a good man to replace this.”
“Ooo, she got herself a new toy,” he said, shifting his rapidly expanding cock to a more comfortable position.
Knowing what was to come as the next few minutes had been repeated every evening during the past week, he reached for the buttons of his khaki cargo shorts. Stripping them off, he tossed them to the porch floor just outside his bedroom. His Marine green briefs and the T-shirt advertising a Colorado ski resort followed. He had come to look forward to this evening ritual since the first time he had witnessed it.
That first evening he had watched, he had been at the kitchen sink when he saw what he thought was a naked woman across the river. Grabbing his mother’s bird-watching binoculars, he confirmed that the woman was indeed naked, though the glasses did little to enhance his view.
The next day, Gray had dug his telescope out of the closet and set it up on the porch outside his third floor bedroom. The telescope greatly improved the view. Only once had he wondered if he could be arrested for long distance peeping. The thought slid away as the woman orgasmed across the river. Gray’s focus turned to his own self pleasure. He slowed his sliding hand, holding off his ejaculation, timing it so he came during her second orgasm. Then he watched as she disappeared back into her house.
She had been late getting home tonight. Had someone taken her out for her birthday? When she finally appeared on the patio in nothing but a tiny bit of pale blue at her crotch, his cock grew ramrod hard, reminding him that it really had been too long since he had enjoyed the intimate attentions of a woman. Not that this wasn't fun, but skin to skin would be much, much better, in his opinion.
Settling into the folding canvas director’s chair he had brought up from the downstairs porch, Gray took a long draw on his beer before focusing his entire attention on the captivating view across the river.
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After her toast and birthday wish, Alaina chugged half of the first beer. She set the bottle in the empty flowerpot that marked the edge of the patio at the top of the three steps that led to the lawn. Then she twisted the vibrator’s base to its lowest position.
Brushing the tip of the humming green cock over one turgid nipple and then the other, she closed her eyes and let the vibrations race through her from tit to pelvis. Slowly she traced a line down the center of her chest and flat belly. With her free hand, she pulled the thong to one side, uncovering her pussy. Using two fingers to separate the outer lips, she touched the vibrator to the erect and straining knot of nerves of her clit.
She did not linger too long. It would not take much to drive her over the edge tonight, and it was too soon for the first of what she hoped would be many, many orgasms for the evening. She knew she did not have the stamina for one for each of her thirty years, but maybe a half dozen would relax her enough to sleep without the sex dreams that had haunted her for weeks. Then, hopefully by the end of the weekend, she would once again be mentally prepared to live the duality of prim, proper, southern belle in public and sex-deprived, wanton slut behind the closed doors of her home.
She dragged the vibrator from knotted clit to wet open cunt and back again. On the third pass, she pushed just the head of the fake cock into her entrance. She held it there, closing her eyes as the thrumming sent shivers through her pelvis. Her need grew to a fever pitch, her body demanded completion, but her mind was determined to hold off. Pulling the cock out, she traced the way to her clit and then back again.
This time when she reached the dripping opening of her cunt she slid the cock in halfway. Easing it out until only the head remained in her she paused a moment before shoving it all the way in. Her breathing growing faster as her body raced to completion, she twisted the speed control to high.
The shivers grew to a thrumming that radiated from cunt through torso all the way to her fingers and toes. Bringing her legs together to hold the vibrator in place, she pulsed her hips as if fucking the imitation cock. When her completion washed through her, she threw her head back and soundlessly screamed to the full moon overhead.