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Part 2

In the days and weeks following her chance encounter with Erica and the KwikFit guy, Maureen decided that a life of demure abstinence, waiting for Mr Right to appear, was not how she wanted her young life to play out.

During her daily routine; commuting on the tube to her office job and preparing sad meals for one in her flat, she now willingly allowed her mind to wander off on thoughts of a more salacious nature.

Before, she would shut down any lustful fantasies. Now, when she saw a man she fancied, or the girls talked about their sex lives in the office, she pictured KwikFit mans’ magnificent cock flopping out of his overalls, or herself bent over the sink gripping the taps as he fucked her hard from behind.

She loved the warm prickle on her skin these thoughts gave her, and the delicious ache deep in her pussy, which flushed over her when she had an erotic fantasy. Her work suffered a bit, and her weekly budget took a hit when she replaced her boring M&S knickers and bras with expensive lingerie.

Her favourite gorukle escort was from a new brand: Agent Provocateur.

One of the founders was the son of the man behind the Sex Pistols, Malcom McLaren, and she liked the connection to punk and the shop where it all started: SEX. And his early hip-hop crossover Buffalo Gals wasn’t a bad tune either.

It thrilled her to shower before work and put on matching AP lacy peephole bra and mesh crotchless panties, with a delicate suspender belt around her flat tummy and black stockings she would unroll slowly up her slender shaved legs, enjoying the sensation of the nylon sliding over her pale skin.

She was early for work on this day and lying on her single bed as the sun streamed in through the open window, she allowed her fingers to brush over the delicate fabrics of her lingerie and across her cool body, sending shivers through her as she fantasised being watched from the apartment opposite, by a wheelchair-bound James Stewart in the film Rear Window.

In the film, bursa eskort bayan set in Manhattan, Stewart’s character LB ‘Jeff’ Jefferies is a professional photographer recovering from a broken leg and wiling away the hours observing through his binoculars, the lives of various characters in the redbrick tenement block opposite his own.

One of the characters is a single lady, ‘Miss Lonelyhearts’.

Opening her legs, she had one on and one off the bed, Maureen could almost feel the magnified gaze of Jeff upon her body — and she could have sworn that was the flash of a binocular lens caught in the sunlight in a window opposite.

“Well here’s the X-rated version of Rear Window” smiled Miss PM and she reached under her pillow and pulled out a small pink vibrator which buzzed into life as she guided it towards the open slit of her panties.

Already aroused, as soon as the tip of the device touched her wet and raised clitoris, her back arched up in a mixture of intense pleasure and stimulation. As her other elden ödeme alan escort hand flicked lazily at an erect nipple held high in her peephole bra, she held the vibrator firmly on her clit and allowed waves of pleasure crash onto her slight frame.

Little veins stood out on her athletic arms and from her open mouth, her tongue hungrily begged to suck on a cock, a cunt — she didn’t care, she wanted sex, any sex.

An orgasm was building from deep inside and with a snarl she pushed the tool deep into her pussy, as her juices dribbled deliciously onto her tight little arsehole.

“Oh my fucking god” she whispered as the sex bomb exploded inside her and Maureen’s stockinged legs pulled back, as her body bucked and writhed and the room swirled around her.

Panting, she dropped the vibrator to the floor and ran her sticky fingers over her sagging mouth, tasting the sweetness of her cum. Lying on her side, her AP lingerie had stood up well but was all askew, with her panties stuck in her bum and tits hanging out of her bra.

Glancing up she caught sight of the time, cried out and jumped up in a panic, straightening out her undies and throwing on her black pencil skirt and cream work blouse.

Looking out of the window she gave a little wave, and a wink, and hurried from the flat with a massive naughty smile on her face.

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