A Crack in the Glass
written by:
Little tommy D.

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A Crack in the Glass

When I turned down the alley the clock read seven-twenty-two, the sun was still up, and the heat was slowly tapering off from its high of one hundred and three. I eased the car into the narrow slot inside the garage, stepped out and slung my coat over my shoulder. I had been avoiding the garage entrance to the kitchen choosing to walk through the yard in order to turn the soaker hoses on to water the landscaping. Today when I closed the garage door and turned toward my gate, a rosy-tinted light drew my attention to the upstairs window in the house behind mine. I was intrigued by the light because I had never seen any activity in the house since the last resident moved some six weeks ago. I stopped at my gate and looked up. The window was what is known as a French-paned style with small panes of twelve by twelve glass sections separated by wooden dividers. The light was coming from inside the room and as I stood gazing while wondering what the light meant,

I was stunned when a woman walked up to the window and framed her naked pussy in the center glass pane, presenting me with a crack in the glass. When I realized she was standing and staring at me, I drank in her entire exposed body and was rewarded with a beauty beyond compare. Her lips were bright red; her smile displayed sparkling white teeth. She had dark-hair down to her shoulders. The hair touched on a white shoulder covering that had a pseudo-turtle neck and was shirred with lace at the bottom. The bottom hem rested on her firm pink nipples that glowed rosy from the rose colored light. She wore white wedding-style hosiery, lace at the tip, and no garters. The rest of her was bare. From the angle of my view, her slit appeared to be ultra long and reached extremely high toward her navel. She had trimmed her pubic hair into what I understand is the 'landing strip' mode.

Since the death of my wife two years ago I have not been with a woman and the sight of this beautiful stranger hit my psyche where it mattered the most and that caused an instant hard on to form that I knew she had to be aware of as it ballooned the front of my thin gray worsted wool summer trousers. I dropped the coat from my shoulders and held it in front of my dick as I was embarrassed standing thee in the alley with a raging hard on. I looked back up and she was smiling broadly at my uncomfortable position. She reached upwards, took one of her nipples in her hand and tweaked it several times before she finger waved at me and then stepped back out of my sight. I kept standing there hoping she would return but after some five minutes I opened the gate, turned the water on and went inside for a much needed scotch and water to settle my nerves. As I sat in the recliner sipping my drink, I could only think of the old saying 'as beautiful as a China doll.' Now I knew what that meant because she was beautiful. I know that the house is occupied but what I don't know is the most important questions of the moment--Who is she, is she married, why did she expose herself to me today and will something come of it? I can only wish that I get those answers soon.

I had dinner, tried to do a little work but couldn't get my mind off of her and her actions. I laid out tomorrow's clothes, took my shower and went to bed but couldn't shake the thoughts of her. After some thirty minutes of wrestling with her image, I pulled my lounge pants down, took the problem in hand and jacked off while fondling my balls to the image of her crack in the glass. I filled a washcloth full of the warm, gooey cum, wiped my dick clean and didn't bother to pull the bottoms back up. It felt good with my dick exposed after the massive Cumming and I was able to feel my body relax which eased me to sleep relatively fast. I went to the car out the gate hoping to get a look at her but the window was dark at that hour of the morning. I thought about her during the day and was hoping for a repeat when I arrived home that evening. I wasn't disappointed.

After garaging the car, I went to her gate and stood looking up at the window. The rose colored light was casting it tint over the wall behind the window. I hadn't been there long when she walked to the window and once again framed her naked pussy in the center glass pane. When I looked at her this time, she had nothing on--no shoulder covering, no hosiery, just the lipstick and dark hair touching the edges of her shoulder blades. As I stared at her, she waved me forward. I opened her gate and walked up the walkway until she held her hand in the stop position. I froze in place. She took both tits in her hands and squeezed gently, lifted the right one and sucked on her nipple. My dick responded as it had yesterday. She stopped sucking her nipple and looked down at me and smiled broadly again. She pantomimed undoing a zipper and nodded her head. I pointed down at mine and then took the zipper in my right hand and lowered it. She continued to smile and then pantomimed my taking my dick out and exposing it. I looked at the first floor doors to see if there was anyone else in the house. She saw my concern and shook her head and pointed to herself indicating she was alone.

Assured no one else was there, I took my stiff dick out and held it in my right hand. When she saw it, she raised her hands and made a face of surprise, nodding her head and then grinning again. I stood there dick in hand waiting for her to signal what she wanted for me to do next. I waited and waited as she continued to stare down at me. Finally she began to motion for me to begin jacking off. I slowly moved my hand back and forth on the shaft while still staring at her. She lifted her right tit again, took the nipple between her lips and then used her left hand to stimulate her pussy. The two of us stared at each other while we both jacked off in concert. I watched as she dropped her tit, switched hands and worked her middle right finger diligently and swiftly on her clit until I sensed that she was having an orgasm. I slowed my jacking until she was able to see me again. I was capable of going much longer because of my Cumming last night and when I saw her nod to me, I sped up and shot my cum on the elephant ears growing at the edge of her walkway. She laughed at the cum sliding down the green elephant ear and dripping onto the mulch. She threw me a large smile a drama-laced blow-hand kiss and disappeared from sight, but not before I had a startling good look at her fine well-rounded white ass as it moved from the window. I cleaned my dick with my handkerchief and went to the house. I stood with my scotch in hand marveling at her being able to have me, an adult man, jack off in the open air not even knowing who she was and why she was doing what she was doing to me. What kind of fool might I turn out to be playing those sex games with her? Even with that thought, I could hardly wait until I arrived home tomorrow to discover what might be in store from her.

I had a busy morning, meetings with staff, two meeting with clients and I welcomed my lunch break. I went to lunch alone because I was tired of talking and grinning. My face and voice needed a rest. I went to Filipe's Seafood Specialties for a relaxing lunch hour. I asked for a booth against the wall as I didn't want to be disturbed by the walkers and gawkers going past the window. When the server came to my table to take my order, she handed me a pink envelope and said she had been asked to deliver it to me. I asked by whom and she responded, "A lovely dark-haired, well-dressed woman opened the door and asked me to deliver it to you." She shrugged and continued, "Never saw her before so can't help you there." I gave her my order and opened the envelope. In a neat cursive hand, the mystery woman had written, "When you leave your garage, the back door will be unlocked. Come to the rose tinted room on your right upstairs."

I smiled as I reread the note. Finally I am going to learn more about this mysterious crack in the glass. As I sat there and thought of her and what awaited me after work, my dick became hard under the table. I was uncomfortable enough to cause me to change my position so that I could lift my dick upwards in my shorts. My squirming caught the attention of a couple across the aisle and the woman was smiling the knowing smile which I returned. I think she thought the hard on was for her, and in different circumstances it could have well been based on her looks. I only know that the afternoon was the longest of my life. I doubled my effort and managed to leave an hour earlier than normal. I played a game and went to the front of my house first. I went in, showered, changed into more appropriate clothing, brushed my teeth twice, went back to the car and then drove down the alley and into the garage. I didn't want to appear to be too eager in case she was watching so I forced myself to appear to be flippantly causal as I closed my garage and went to her gate. She wasn't in the window.

I opened the door and went through the modern kitchen, through a well furnished dining room, an elegant living room and turned at the stairs and looked upward. I could see a large painting of a sailboat at the landing. I eased up the stairs, stopped at the top and surveyed the area. Two bedrooms, a bath and the rosy room. The Master bedroom was downstairs. I steeled myself and went to the entrance of the rosy room and stood in the doorway. She was seated in a neat, blue velvet barrel chair at a table that had crystal glasses and crystal bottles of amber fluids most likely whiskeys. An ice bucket completed the display. She had on a see-through peignoir of lacy aquamarine and her stiff nipples where fully visible. She wore white furry slippers, and her hand was wrapped around a stemmed glass of white wine. She held her hand out to me; I took it and held the delicate fingers. She looked into my eyes and said, "Welcome to my new home, Glenn. Please have a seat. Scotch and water still you preference? I have Glenfiddich and Johnny Walker. Which shall it be?"

I sat in the chair facing her is shock over her knowing my favorite drink, but without stuttering I managed to say, "Glenfiddich with a slight splash. No ice, please."

She was adept at pouring the exact mixture. She handed me the glass and sat back in her chair. I held my glass up to her and she did likewise. We both sipped and then she said, "You don't remember me do you?"

I shook my head as I responded, "No, but your voice is very familiar however I don't place you in any of my past associations. To me you are a mystery that is compelling me to do acts I would never have thought I would consider."

"Let me allay your fears. We originally met in my office but only saw each other a few times for some following months. Later, when Ellen declined drastically, we had a closer relationship for almost six months. I'm Amanda Lawson. You've never seen me in anything other than blue scrubs and sneakers and always in a tense and severe atmosphere. I was Ellen's cancer doctor, Glenn. It's understandable why you don't recognize me. You had no interest in me at the time. I became interested in you though because I admired your compassion, your concern, your dedication and the way you treated Ellen. I followed you, Glenn. It took me a while to find you once you moved, but I tracked you here and was delighted to find this house behind you for sale. I hope I haven't upset you by blatantly stalking you for the last two years."

I almost dropped my drink. I jerked upright and shouted, "My God, I wrote checks to you weekly for a year or more. We met often and I wasn't cognizant of what you looked like, Amanda. You're gorgeous and no, I'm not upset, just mystified of why you played those games with me."

"I was afraid that you would rebuff me if I used a conventional approach. I wanted to get you to a point where you would do anything to meet with me."

"Well, it worked its magic. I was ready to attack the house after last night. I wouldn't have believed anyone could have enticed me to pull my dick out in the open and jack off as I did last night. But you could have had me on my knees sticking my dick in the ground and fucking the grass if that was what you signaled."

She smiled at me, took a sip of her wine and said, "That's good to hear, Glenn, because I'm ready for you to stick your dick in my grass if that is what you would want to do."

I stood suddenly, grabbed her hand and pulled her from the chair. I put my arms around her and kissed her with more passion that I imagined I could muster. I led her to the bedroom across the hall, opened the peignoir and slid it from her shoulders exposing her body to my view. I turned her around and gazed at her ass with saliva forming in my mouth. I had her sit on the edge of the bed and I undressed leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. She eyed my dick and looked at me saying, "It's larger up close although it looked great last night from above you. May I touch it?" I nodded and stepped closer to her. She gently took it in her right hand, felt the texture of the skin, the hardness, and the protruding thick veins. She ran her finger around the head and smiled. I knelt in front of her, kissed her softly and tongued her teeth. She returned with her tongue. I sat her back carefully, kissed each nipple, sucked the right one softly as I t=ran my tongue around the stiffening rosy and delicate delight. I kissed my way downward the center of her abdomen until I hit her landing strip. I bit the short hairs and pulled until I elicited a laugh. I continued dragging my tongue downward and let it enter the long slit that was her pussy.

She lifted her legs and let them rest on my shoulders. I moved my hand up and ran it across the bottom of her ass as I sipped her well of damp fluids that filled the crack that I had seen in the window. She put her hands on the top of my head and gently pushed me down harder against her vulva. I used my tongue to flick against the hood covering her hard clit and she began squirming under my head. I ran my tongue inside her and her response was a long low moaning. With my tongue still inside, I ran my hand from her bottom into the crack of her ass and fingered her asshole that extended her moaning and had her mumbling an indecipherable word or two. I slowly rose, leaving her legs on my shoulders, and let my dick enter her. I pushed gently and firmly until I was fully inside her at which time she looked up at me and quietly said, "Fuck me, Glenn. Please fuck me now." I began an easy, steady thrusting while I kissed her.

Her teasing me into jacking off for the prior two nights allowed me to last much longer than normal, but while I was fucking her I began having thoughts of Ellen and the way we always had sex with her legs on my shoulders. In the midst of our fuck, I began to cry because she wasn't Ellen. I felt horrible about it but I couldn't help it. I was fulfilling her desires and because I wasn't Cumming she was able to sustain two orgasm before I finally shouted that it was ready and she grabbed my balls as I shot what little cum I had deep inside her pussy. I latched on to her left tit and held the nipple between my teeth until the last spurt. We rolled to the left and I held her tightly as I sobbed.

When we had both regained a calm nervous system, Amanda wiped my tears away and whispered, "It's all right, Glenn. I understand your feelings and it doesn't upset me to know that your thoughts were of Ellen. It'll take a while until you can move ahead. I can help you with your feelings of guilt that are normal and reasonable. Believe me, I expected as much because I'm the first since your loss. Will you trust me to lead you forward?"

I couldn't answer so I just nodded. She rose to her elbow and said, "You rest. I'll be back in just a minute or two." I watched as she rolled her beautiful body to the edge of the bed, stood and walked across toward the door giving me a look at her overall stature and her fantastic ass. It was well worth the initial game-playing and my feelings of grief.

She was back with a tray of snacks that included shrimp cocktail, cheeses, crackers, and fresh drinks. She never mentioned my crying jag again. We sat in the center of the bed and ate the tray empty. I was feeling better and she was jovial with her talk about her work that she used to distract me from thoughts of Ellen. I sat the tray in the floor and she said, "Will you spend the night or go home? It's up to you, but I'll warn you, I have early duty tomorrow and will be leaving here at five."

I pulled her to me, kissed her and said, "I'll stay and go home when you leave. I get up at five anyway so throw me out when you leave." She laughed and reached for the light. She pulled the sheet up over us, I lay on my left side, she spooned against me and held my dick until we both fell asleep. It was a grand feeling having someone else's hand keeping my dick warm for a change.

If warranted additional Chapters to this story will be created.