A Closer View
by Ann Douglas
A sequel to "A Room With A View"
Jim O’Rourke glanced up from the stack of papers he’d been
feeding into the high-powered copier, just in time to catch sight
of the smartly dressed young woman who’d just walked into
Reproduction. That was one of the few perks of working here at
Moore and Ryan, the nineteen year old told himself, even if he was
only doing so part-time while he went to college. The women you
got to meet were in a class he normally didn’t find in his native
Brooklyn.
Or at least that was what all of his friends told him and for
the most part, at least so far, he had to agree. Before any of the
other copy drones could spot her, Jim put his assignment on hold
and quickly headed for the countertop that separated the small
reception area from the larger work one.
“Welcome to the lower depths,” Jim smiled, making light of
the departments basement location as he brushed a lock of his
sandy hair out of his eyes, “what can I do for you this
afternoon?”
“Is Mario around?” the twenty-seven year old Hispanic
woman asked, a noticeable anxiety in her voice.
“I’m afraid he had to leave early today,” the young man
replied, trying hard not to be too noticeable as he checked out the
attractive woman, “but I’m sure I’ll be able to help you.”
“I hope so,” the black haired woman said, a look of concern
on her face as she laid a large stack of folders and loose papers on
the counter.
Jim listened attentively as the caramel skinned woman
explained that she needed eight hundred copies of the pile of
documents in front of her made into a report. Glancing through
the material with the professional eye the college student had
developed over the last eight months, he quickly decided that
would hardly be a problem. With copying and collating, it would
only be an hour or two’s work at most.
“Even if I needed it before five?” the woman asked, the
simple question explaining her predicament.
That, thought Jim, might be a problem. It was no wonder
she had wanted to talk to Mario, who was the assistant manager
responsible for the Reproduction Department. It was her bad
luck to have come in on a day when his daughter had delivered his
first grandchild and he was off at the hospital. Not to mention
that there were three other projects already in the pipeline, all of
them promised for today and none carrying less than the signature
of a department head.
"That might be difficult," Jim admitted as he glanced up at
the large clock over the door.
"Even if I said my job might depend on it?"
Jim didn't put it into words, but the look that flashed
across his face said that he'd heard that one before.
"I know that sounds melodramatic," the woman said, "but
it's really true."
She went on to explain that the report had originally been
printed two days ago, in plenty of time for a major presentation to
the company's stockholder meeting this evening. It was only late
last night that she discovered that certain data her group has
been responsible for had been reported incorrectly. It had taken
her pretty much the entire night to redo the numbers and make all
the corrections. Something her boss wasn't going to care about if
it wasn't there to be handed out at the meeting.
"I don't know if I can…" Jim started to say, then stopped
in mid-sentence as he looked into her face and realized that he’d
seen this woman before. Or at least he thought he did.
He paused for a moment more, his face blushing a deep red
as a long ago memory resurfaced. A condition evident enough to
catch the woman's attention.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Maria?'' Jim asked in turn, "Maria Gonzalez?"
"How do you know my name?" she asked, sure that she
hadn't given it and the work order with her signature was still in
her hand.
"You used to live in an apartment house in Brooklyn, about
three years ago," he continued.
"Do we know each other?" Maria asked, her question
answering his.
"Jim O'Rourke, I lived just across the hall," he finally
explained.
"Jimmy O'Rourke," Maria repeated as she tried to match
up the memory of the skinny teenager with the much more
developed young man in front of her. "My Goodness, I never
would've recognized you."
With the growth spurt that Jim had gone through the year
after Maria had moved out of the apartment building, it was easy
to see how she wouldn't have made the connection. The opposite,
however, was hardly true. With the exception of longer hair, the
former waitress looked pretty much the same.
"Well I should've recognized you," Jim said, trying to
banish any residual trace of embarrassment. "You look exactly
the same."
Maria thanked him for the compliment, her face flashing a
smile of appreciation. Her eyes, however, then glanced down at
her report, still reflecting her need to get it done quickly.
"Don't worry," Jim said as he picked up on the hint, "it'll
be ready in time. I promise, I'll take care of it personally."
A look of relief filled Maria's face as she took Jim's hand
with both of hers and thanked him. He said it was nothing, the
least he could do for an old neighbor.
Jim stood at the counter and watched Maria exit and
disappear around the hallway corner. He then took another minute
for his hard-on to go down before getting back to work himself.
"Damn Jimmy," Alex Willis, his best friend on the job
asked him as he went back to the twin copiers both of them had
been working at. "Why the hell did you promise her that report
would be ready in time? We've got enough as it is to keep us busy
until quitting time."
"I promised her, that’s reason enough," Jim said as he
turned his on machine back on and began to feed paper into it.
"And I can get it done if I work on it through lunch, especially if
you help me."
"You want me to give up my lunch and not get paid for it?"
Alex said, his tone showing his reluctance.
"Do I have to count up how many times I covered for you on
afternoons when you blew out of here early last summer?" Jim
countered, his question putting an end to Alex's reluctance.
"Geez, you'd think she showed you her tits or something the
way you're bending over backward to help her," Alex muttered
instead, low enough for only Jim to hear him.
"Actually she did," Jim answered, if only in his thoughts,
"even if she doesn't know she did."
With that he speeded up the normal pace of his work so
that he could finish the project in the copier and get to Maria's
as soon as possible,
-=-=-=-
"Jimmy, you are a lifesaver," Maria said when she showed
up a few hours later and picked up her report.
"I'm glad I could help," Jim replied, "and I really prefer
Jim now."
"Of course," Maria smiled, “you're not the little kid across
the hall anymore."
Glancing over her shoulder, Maria gave instructions to the
two boys from the mailroom as to where they should take the piles
of reports they had just loaded on their hand trucks. As they
left, she again turned her attention back to Jim.
"I know you had to have really hustled to get this report
done for me," she said, "and I want you to know how grateful I
am."
"It's okay," Jim smiled. "I was happy to do it."
"At least let me buy you dinner to show my thanks," Maria
insisted, "I know you had to have skipped lunch at the least."
"You don't have to …" he started to say and then changed
his mind, "oh why not. But nothing too fancy, I wouldn't want you
to go to too much trouble."
"We could just go to Harrahan's over on Kent Avenue," she
proposed, "say around six."
"Six would be fine," Jim said, thinking what the hell, he had
earned a good dinner at least.
"I'll see you there," Maria promised as she went off after
the mailroom clerks to make sure their important cargo made it to
where it was supposed to be.
Six O'clock came soon enough and most of the staff had
already punched out when Alex came up to Jim to say good night.
"So we're even now, right?" he said, thinking this was a
good time to try and get out of any future obligations.
"Not a chance," Jim grinned, "not with the amount of times
you skipped out of here. But I'll tell you what my friend, I do
appreciate the help and you went a long way towards wiping the
slate clean."
Alex figured that was good enough and said his goodnight.
The weekend was here and the last thing he wanted to do was
hang around work longer than he absolutely had to.
-=-=-=-
Dinner at Harrahan's more than made up for the skipped
lunch. He'd even had a few beers to go with it although Jim was
pretty certain that the waiter really hadn't bought the bogus ID
he showed when he ordered. But Maria evidently was a regular
and they were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Dinner conversation had consisted mostly of how people
they both knew were now doing. Maria had asked about his
parents and was sad to learn his dad had died the previous year.
His mom, he told her, had moved out of Brooklyn to live with her
sister in Queens. His oldest sister, Susan was now married with
two kids of her own and Judy, the middle child was engaged to a
guy she was already living with.
Mentioning Judy's engagement, Jim asked Maria what had
happened to Carlos, the man she had become engaged to just
before she had moved out of the apartment house. He was about
ten years older than her, Jim remembered, and owned his own
home contracting business.
"In the end, it just didn't work out," Maria said briskly.
What she didn't want to say was that the two of them had
an explosive breakup one afternoon when she'd come home
unexpectedly and found Carlos in bed with the fifty-two year old
woman who worked as the secretary/bookkeeper in his office.
Evidently, the two of them had been fuck buddies for the last few
years and saw no reason to change that simply because Carlos was
now engaged. Maria was far from a prude, in fact she had
previously lived out one of Carlos's fantasies for his birthday by
having a three-way with him and another woman only a few months
before. What she couldn't abide was him lying to her. Sex was
one thing, trust another.
"I know I said it before, Jim," Maria said as she changed
the subject, "but you really saved my ass today. That was the
first real assignment that my boss ever gave me on my own and
most of the other uptight bitches in my office who went to
schools other than City College would've liked nothing better than
to see me fall flat on my face. I wouldn't have put it past any of
them to have jumbled the numbers in the first place."
Jim knew the type of people Maria was talking about all too
well. When any of them honored him with their presence down in
reproduction they looked at him as if he was some lower form of
life. If helping Maria had indeed disappointed one of them, then
that alone was worth the effort.
But Maria's mention of her ass reminded the nineteen year
old of why he actually owed the woman sitting across from him.
Back in his mid-teens, he discovered one night that Maria's
bedroom was right across from his, separated by only the length
of a clothesline.
More importantly, he'd discovered the curvaceous Puerto
Rican kept the window open and the shades up on warm summer
nights and he could look right into her apartment. And as long as
he kept his own lights off, he was practically invisible as he
watched her.
This led to his most important advance in sex education
since he’d discovered where his Dad hid the Playboys, one that the
few close friends he told about it could only envy. Maria was the
first woman he had actually seen naked. More so, it wasn't long
before she became his main masturbation fantasy, going so far as
to schedule his self-pleasures to coincide with the time he knew
she turned in for the evening.
Remembering the many nights he had happily jerked off
watching her, Jim was also reminded of the night, shortly before
Maria had moved out, that he had the chance to watch her
masturbate. That was also the night when he'd been sure that,
despite the fact that the lights in his own room were off, she had
somehow spotted him watching her. Especially since the next day
a new pair of blinds had appeared in her window, obstructing his
cherished view. If she had seen him, she'd never said anything
about it, but he had worried over it for weeks.
"Jim?" Maria repeated after getting no response from her
guest the first two times she had said his name.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jim said as he snapped back, "I guess my
mind drifted for a moment."
"We all do that sometimes," Maria said with an
understanding smile.
Looking back at Maria, Jim now realized he had a new little
problem. No, make that one little problem and one that was
getting bigger by the moment. Looking at the well-dressed
businesswoman across the table, he no longer saw her as she was.
Instead, he couldn't help but picture her naked, as she had been
on those warm summer nights. And with that image came the
second problem, an erection that put the one he'd had this
afternoon to shame.
Maria didn't seem to notice his discomfort and went on with
her conversation. She asked about the old neighborhood and if he
ever went back there.
"Actually," Jim said almost hesitantly, "I still live there. I
took over the apartment after everyone else moved out. I know
its not Manhattan but its all I can afford."
"Manhattan's not all it's cracked up to be," Maria offered.
"At least it's not what I thought it would be. The apartment I
have now is half the size of the one I had in Brooklyn and I have
to share it with two other girls just to make the rent."
The cost of living in the city was something Jim was all too
familiar with. If it wasn’t for the fact that his family had a
long-term lease with the building owners, dating back to when it
wasn't such a nice neighborhood, he'd never have been able to
afford an apartment as large as his, even in Brooklyn and
especially not in Park Slope. His rent was a fraction of what the
three bedroom could actually bring in, but the lease was airtight
as long as a member of the original family living there when it was
signed was an occupant.
The waiter appeared and asked if they wanted anything
else. A quick glance between them confirmed the answer was no
for both. Maria paid the check with her charge card, but Jim
insisted on at least taking care of the tip.
They walked together to the train station, then said their
goodnights as Maria was headed uptown and Jim back to Brooklyn.
Both agreed that it had been the best non-date that either had
ever been on.
Maria started to head for the stairs to her platform then
stopped. Jim was watching her go and hadn't moved yet and was
surprised when she turned back around.
"Say no if it's an imposition, but I was just wondering,"
Maria said after walking back to him. "I have to go to Brooklyn
tomorrow anyway and I was wondering if you'd mind if I stopped
by in the afternoon and took a look at the old building. Just to
bring back some old memories you understand. If you have any
other plans, just say so, it's okay."
"No, I don't have anything planned," Jim admitted, having
no reason to say otherwise since he'd told Maria earlier that he
wasn't seeing anyone right now. "If you like it, feel free to stop
by."
"I think I want to do that," Maria replied, "but only if it's
not an imposition."
"Not at all, stop on by," Jim repeated.
Maria leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, saying he
had turned into a really nice guy. As she then rushed down the
stairs to catch the uptown train that was just pulling into the
station, Jim wondered what all that had been about. Why be
sentimental about an old building? It was different for him, after
all, he had grown up there and his family had lived in the building
since his grandparent's day. Maria, on the other hand, had only
lived there a few years.
"Oh well," he thought as he walked down to wait for his own
train, "I'll find out tomorrow I guess."
-=-=-=-
Saturday passed normally enough with Jim spending the
morning playing softball in Prospect Park with some friends from
the local bar. The afternoon was spent catching up on the laundry,
which made him think again of Maria as he hung it out on the line.
It was getting late and he wondered if she'd had a change of mind
and wasn't going to stop by. He really should've given her his
number, he thought, so she could call and let him know at least.
Less than ten minutes later, his doorbell rang and when he
opened the door, there stood Maria, dressed in dark slacks and a
light blue blouse, holding a large white plastic bag. The small
white cartons visible inside identified it as Chinese takeout and
the wording on the bag said it came from the small restaurant
down on the avenue.
"I hope you haven't had lunch yet," Maria said as she
stepped inside. "I really didn't feel right showing up empty
handed."
"No, I haven't," Jim said as the enticing aromas from the
cartons reminded him that he'd barely had breakfast either.
"Great," Maria said as she carried the bag into the kitchen,
"why don't you get us some plates and I hope you have something
cold to drink, I didn't like the look of the cooler they had at the
take out place. To say the sodas were room temperature would be
kind."
"I have cold drinks," Jim replied, knowing the cooler in
question and agreeing with Maria's assessment. He opened the
refrigerator door to check what he had, realizing as he did that
shopping was something he hadn't gotten around to this week.
"Would you like a soda or a beer?" he asked as he took inventory.
"A beer would be great," Maria said as she opened the
cartons and dished out a generous portion of each on the plates
Jim had produced.
Jim placed two cold bottles on the table. He got his beer
from the local deli where he'd been picking up six packs for his
father and uncles since he was ten years old. The owners, who had
known him all his life, weren't going to deny him the right to a few
beers because some stupid law said he had to be twenty-one to
buy one.
"The neighborhood certainly has improved in the few years
since I moved out," Maria said as she tossed a piece of shrimp
into her mouth.
"Yeah, it has gotten a lot better," Jim agreed as he went to
work on the beef and broccoli.
"I passed a real estate office down on the avenue when I
stopped to pick up the lunch," Maria said between bites, "Looking
at the apartments they had listed in the window, I can't believe
what they're getting for them. It's almost as bad as Manhattan."
"Yeah, they have jacked up the rents pretty bad," Jim
concurred, "That's why I'm so glad we have that long-term
lease."
When Maria inquired what that was all about, Jim explained
it to her. The owners had several times tried to break the lease,
but failed. Worked out at a time when people were moving out in
droves, the agreement had been worked out by an uncle who was a
lawyer. One that knew all the loopholes and made sure everyone
had been covered.
"Wow, that's even better than rent control," Maria
exclaimed as she realized that Jim was paying less than her
one-third share of her Manhattan apartment.
They talked a little more about the neighborhood and
continued their discussion from last night about Jim's plans in
school and Maria's at work. Finally she asked if she could look
around the apartment and Jim said of course. After all, he had
spent a good amount of time last night after getting home cleaning
it up in case she did show up.
"It really hasn't changed much," Maria said as she
recognized most of the same furniture from the last time she had
been here.
"Well Mom didn't take much more than her clothes when
she moved in with Aunt June," Jim explained, "and neither Susan
or Judy wanted any of the old furniture."
"Oh I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it," Maria
said. "In fact, I kind of like it, it looks very comfortable."
Jim said that it was.
"You still have the same bedroom?" Maria said as she
stepped from the living room to the smallest of the three
bedrooms. "I thought you'd have taken one of the bigger ones
since the whole apartment is yours now.
"I guess I'm just comfortable in the little one," Jim
shrugged, "after all I grew up in it."
Actually, there was a good reason he kept his old room, but
he really felt silly explaining it. Sleeping in his parent's bed was
out of the question. Somehow, he really didn’t feel comfortable
having a woman sleep over, and it did happen occasionally, and
getting it on in the same bed his parents had. He could of course
just buy a new bed, but never got around to it. As for his sister's
room, well he had no reluctance about getting laid there, even
though both Susan and Judy had done it there when their parents
weren't home. He just had other plans for the large room, such as
turning it into a sort of den where he could study and work in
peace.
"Well there's the old home," Maria said as she looked out
across the courtyard into her former apartment. "You know, I
never realized you could look right into my bedroom before."
Jim almost choked. It took all his self-control to take a
deep breath and then say "Really?"
"Oh come on, you can't have never noticed," Maria laughed.
"Especially at night when the lights are on."
Not knowing what to say, Jim just smiled and hoped she
would let the observation drop.
"Who lives there now?" Maria asked curiously.
"A nice lady named Mrs. Dumbrowsky," Jim answered, "she
works at the Parish rectory. But I really don't think she plans to
move anytime soon. She took the apartment after her husband
died." he added, remembering what Maria had said about wishing
she'd had her old apartment back and thinking that was what all
of this was about.
"Oh I wasn't wondering if the apartment was available,"
Maria said as she continued to look out into the courtyard. "I
probably wouldn't be able to handle what they now charge for
rent anyway."
She pulled her head back in and turned around to Jim. The
broad grin on her face told him she certainly had been thinking
about something.
“Is something wrong?” Jim asked.
"I was just wondering," she said, "if you lay in bed at night
and jerk off to her while she changes like you used to do when you
watched me, that’s all."
This time, Jim did choke.
-=-=-=-
“Easy now,” Maria said as she patted him on his back, “take
short breaths and relax.”
“You knew?” Jim sputtered out as he regained his breath.
“Well, not in the beginning,” Maria said, the smile on her
face reassuring him that the revelation hadn’t been made out of
anger. “But one night I just happened to be looking in the right
direction when someone opened the bedroom door here,” she
explained with a motion to the door to her right. “The light from
the living room lit up this room just long enough for me to notice
that someone was laying on the bed over there.” she added with a
motion in the other direction.
“Probably mom checking up on me one of those nights I
forgot to put on the door latch,” Jim thought, remembering how
his mother had been concerned that he might be sick since he was
going to bed so early with no school to get up for.
“After that, it stood to reason that if I could see into this
room, whoever was in here certainly could see into mine, especially
since my dresser, with that big mirror on top of it, was right in
what would be someone’s line on sight. So the first thing I did was
move the furniture around.”
“Wait a minute, I remember that,” Jim said as he thought
back to the night his little peepshow ended. “That was the night I
saw you ...”
“Masturbate?” Maria said, using the word that Jim seemed
to hesitate on.
A nod of his head said that was it.
“Well, to be honest I was pretty angry when I first realized
that someone was spying on me,” Maria went on, “especially
because I though it was your father at first. He was always
checking me out in the halls so naturally I assumed it was him. It
wasn’t until I came over here the next day, your sister, Judy was
home and invited me in, that I discovered that it was your room
that was right across from mine.”
“Weren’t you still angry?”
“Not as much,” Maria continued, “after all, I had little
brothers and they were always trying to catch me coming out of
the shower or looking down my blouse. It’s just natural for a
teenage boy to try and see a naked girl. And to be totally honest,
after I began to think about it, the thought sort of turned me on.
I mean having some sixteen year old, and a cute one at that I have
to add, getting all hard looking at me. Of course I couldn’t let it
keep going on, but I decided to give you one last show before I put
an end to it for good.”
“Shit!” Jim exclaimed as he remembered that show. “I
think that was the hardest I ever came in my life. Sorry, I mean
...”
“That’s okay,” Maria smiled, “I’ll take that as the
compliment I’m sure you intended it to be.”
Jim was relieved at that, even as he asked her what was the
real reason she had come to see him today. He really didn’t
believe the story about being homesick for the old neighborhood.
“Well, I have to admit, that was a little hokey,” Maria
confessed, “but it wasn’t too far from the truth. The way the
neighborhood is now, I do regret moving away.”
Jim was listening intently, so much so that he didn’t realize
that Maria had taken a few steps closer to him until she reached
out and draped her arms over his shoulders.
“And then, when I had the good fortune to run into you
yesterday, my no longer so young friend, it occurred to me that
maybe, we might be able to work out a mutually beneficial
arrangement. “
“What kind of arrangement?” Jim said as he became a little
suspicious, but not so much that he asked her to remove her arms.
“Well before I get into that, I do want to say I didn’t have
this idea until after we had dinner last night,” Maria pointed out.
“I really did appreciate the help you gave me yesterday and my ass
really was on the line.”
“Okay, I believe you about that part,” Jim replied, “but
what was this about an arrangement?”
“Well,” Maria said with a deep breath, “here you are with
this big beautiful apartment, and there I am with my one-third of
my little apartment, and a rent that just keeps going up and up.
So .... what I was thinking was, maybe you could use a roommate.”
“What?” Jim asked as he stepped back out of her arms.
“What made you think I would want a roommate?”
“Well, until you told me about your sweetheart deal with
the rent here, I actually thought you might have trouble meeting
it by yourself. After all, you can’t be making that much working
part time and still going to school.”
“My dad’s union gave me a full scholarship based on my
grades,” Jim interrupted, “and he left me some insurance money,
enough to make up the difference.”
“I see,” Maria replied. “I didn’t know that. But there was
one other thing I was willing to bring to the deal, something that I
thought might help you see it as to your advantage.”
“What was that?” he asked curiously.
“You’d get me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me right,” Maria said. “You’d not only get a
roommate, you’d get a lover that would let you find out exactly
what you could only imagine laying on that bed a few years ago.”
“You think I can’t get laid on my own?” Jim said a little
defensively.
“Not at all, in fact, I’m surprised a cute guy like you doesn’t
have a regular girlfriend already,” Maria answered. “In fact, if
we were a little closer in age, I might be applying for the position
myself.”
“So let me get this straight,” Jim said as he sorted it out.
“I let you move in here and not only do you pay half the rent, you
let me fuck you whenever I want?”
“Well when you put it like that it does sound a little like
prostitution,” Maria said, “and it wouldn’t be whenever you want.
But we’d come to some sort of understanding about how often.
Still all in all, I think you’d still come out ahead.”
“When I put it that way?” Jim repeated. “How else could I
put it?”
“Well, I guess it would be that if you subscribe to the
narrow definition of what a woman is allowed to do with her own
body,” Maria said. “But why is it that if a woman gets something
directly in return from a man for sexual favors she’s a whore, but
if a man takes her out to dinner and a show and she screws his
brains out afterwards, that’s perfectly okay?”
That was a question Jim didn’t have an answer for. It did,
he had to admit, make some sense however.
“And you’d be comfortable with that,” he asked further,
“having sex with someone in exchange for a place to stay?”
“Women have been using their bodies for advantage long
before either of us were born, and will continue to do so long after
we’re gone,” Maria stated. “Is it any different than if a man uses
his physical assets to his advantage? Besides, it’s not as if it
wasn’t something that I haven’t done before.”
“You’ve done this before?” Jim asked.
“Well our last few rent increases were a little steep,” she
explained, “so my roommates and I sort of worked out a barter
deal with the building owner to cover the difference. Once a
week, we take turns giving him a little blow job to make him happy.
I know a few other girls who worked out similar deals with their
landlords and such. If I had some other skill they were interested
in, I might be painting apartments or fixing the plumbing. Well in
a way I am fixing the plumbing.”
Jim had to laugh just a little at the pun.
“But don’t confuse sex with love,” Maria concluded, “the
two are definitely separate things. Sex is always better with
someone you love, but sex with just a nice guy isn’t bad either.”
“So if this arrangement works out, why are you so anxious
to move?”
“Because come next month, the rent is going up again and
this time we’ve been told that if we still want to barter away some
of it, we’ve going to have to do more than just blow him.” Maria
explained. “I don’t know about how the other girls feel, but
there’s no way that I’m going to start fucking him.”
“But you would fuck me?” Jim asked. “I don’t see the
difference.”
“Well for one thing, you’re young and good looking,” Maria
replied, “and for another, I actually like you.”
“This is a lot to take in,” Jim said as he sat down on the
bed. “I can’t make a snap decision about all this.”
“I don’t expect you to,” Maria said, sitting down next to
him. “I expect you to take your time and give this the serious
thought it deserves. Although just so you can carefully consider
all of the facts, I think it’s only fair that you have a good sense
of just want you’d be getting out of the deal. A sample if you want
to call it that.”
Pulling him close, Maria pressed her lips against his and
kissed him deeply. Her tongue pressed forward as she caressed
the inside of his mouth. At the same time, she dropped her hand
down between his legs, laying the palm of it on top of the
anticipated hard cock.
“Should I take this as a yes, at least as far as a free sample
goes?” Maria asked as she leaned forward and kissed him again.
-=-=-=-
Maria’s unexpected intimacy took Jim by surprise, but his
body was quicker to react than his mind. He found himself
returning her kiss, even as her fingers ran up and down the length
of his cock. He might be younger than Maria but he was hardly a
fool. A beautiful woman, not to mention one that you used to have
fantasies about, offers to have no strings sex with you, of course
you don’t say no. At least that was the conclusion his mind came
up with as it caught up with his body and gave the situation all the
careful consideration he thought it deserved - a whole thirty
seconds worth.
Maria pushed Jim down onto the bed, laying her body on top
of his. Jim responded by bringing his hands up and pressing them
against her back, even as they continued kissing. Moving them up
and down her back, it wasn’t long before he had a hand on each
cheek of her ass, squeezing them tightly.
“Mmmmm,” Maria purred as she kissed Jim again, sliding
her hands under his T-shirt to massage his chest.
Her fingers moved across his lightly haired chest, rubbing
against his nipples to make them hard. Then she squeezed them
between her fingers, playing with them with her thumb.
Jim, meanwhile, was trying to slip his hands down the back
of her slacks with little success. Withdrawing her fingers from
under his shirt, the older woman reached down and quickly undid
her belt.
“There, that should make it easier,” she smiled as her
hands then pushed up his shirt, making his chest more accessible,
And easier it was as Jim pushed both hands down across her
ass, pressing against the smooth skin as he squeezed her soft
flesh even harder. The discovery that his former neighbor wasn’t
wearing underwear brought a broader smile to his face and an
even harder pressure within the confines of his own pants.
Maria lifted herself a little higher so Jim could slide her
pants down a little, just enough so that he could see the cheeks of
her ass. The she leaned forward and continued to play with his
nipples, this time trading her mouth and tongue for her fingers
and hands.
“Ooooo,” Jim moaned loudly as her wetness covered his
chest, her tongue tickling the sensitive flesh as she moved.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Maria asked rhetorically, not
expecting an answer. “Do any of your little girlfriends do that for
you?” she added, stressing the difference in age and experience
with anyone else who had previously shared his bed. “I bet there
are a lot of things that I do that they don’t.” she added with a
voice full of promise.
As if to underscore her words, Maria sat up and began to
undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing the rich brown flesh and
the white lace bra beneath it. Jim’s eyes were riveted as more
and more of her breasts were exposed, remembering how he had
only seen them from afar when he was younger.
Maria dropped her blouse to the floor, but it was forgotten
by Jim the second it left his field of vision. She cupped her
breasts, squeezing them hard as her nipples poked hard against
the almost transparent material. Reaching behind her back, she
undid her clasp, causing the undergarment to fall loose.
Slowly, seductively, Maria slid her bra the rest of the way
off, exhibiting a matching pair of stubby, dark nipples. The tips
of which were as thick as her pinkie. The sweet rounded globes
disappeared behind her hands for a moment, then reappeared as
she spread out her fingers.
Jim by this time had brought his own hands up and placed
them on top of Maria’s, interlacing his fingers between hers. They
shared contact for a brief moment, then she lifted her hands
away, leaving her breasts for him to explore.
Lifting himself up now, he worked his fingers across her
skin, rubbing her nipples and the dark circles around them. Moving
ever closer, Jim brought his mouth to the closest nipple and
closed his lips around it. This time it was Maria who let out a soft,
but vibrant moan as he played against her flesh with his tongue.
Suckling against one mound, Jim continued to play with the
other with a free hand. Maria closed her eyes to enjoy the
sensation, even as her own hands closed around the back of Jim’s
head and her fingers stoked their way through his hair.
Jim moved his mouth to her other breast, duplicating his
actions while he moved his other hand to the one he had just
abandoned. Back and forth he went, tasting, teasing, remembering
how many times he was wondered what this might be like when he
was younger. The memory only adding to the delight of the here
and now.
As Jim finally relinquished his feast and dropped his head
back, Maria leaned down and rubbed her nipples against his. The
warmth of their skins fueled the fires already smoldering within
the two of them. Fires that held the promise of an inferno.
Shifting position on the bed so that she could take off her
pants and shoes, she told Jim to do the same. His underwear,
however, she told him to leave on. That, was a treat she was
reserving for herself.
Climbing back on the bed, Maria moved closer to the
headboard and placed an outstretched leg just above Jim’s head,
instructing him to kiss her inner thigh. Once he had, she began to
shift her body bit by bit so that each kiss brought him closer to
her pussy. The sight of which had immediately drawn the young
man’s attention.
It was even bushier than he’d remembered it, which excited
him to no end. When he’d finally lost his virginity to Dawn Cooper
during his senior year, he’d remembered how disappointed he’d felt
when he’d finally talked her out of her panties only to discover
that the blonde haired girl hardly had any hair down there. It had
been the same with Abby Fuentes who, despite having darker and
heavier body hair than Dawn, nevertheless had a tightly trimmed
pussy mound.
Maria shifted one last time, bringing her pussy directly over
Jim’s face and reaching down with one hand to open the folds. Her
other hand was now resting on the bulge straining against his
boxer shorts, her fingers rubbing it gently.
Maria paused for a few moments, letting Jim admire the
richness of her sex. Then she lower herself just enough that he
could kiss the gift she was offering. A kiss that was quickly
followed by another as he worked his tongue deep inside of her.
His own fingers replaced hers as she again took hold of her
breasts and squeezed them to enhance the pleasant waves that
had begun to wash over her.
It was obvious by his technique that hers wasn’t the first
pussy that Jim had ever gone down on, but still she couldn’t help
but think that he could use some first hand instruction. Not now
of course, but if things worked out as she expected, there would
be plenty of time for that later. Soon enough, he worked himself
into an adequate, even pleasing rhythm and Maria was able to
enjoy his efforts and turn her attention elsewhere.
She shifted her body again, this time placing her knees on
both sides of his head and lowering her pussy until it was pressed
just against Jim’s mouth. He quickly picked up where he left off,
even improving his touch and the effect thereof.
Lifting the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down,
Maria freed the excited six inches of his manhood. Starting at
the crown, she worked her tongue down his length, criss-crossing
his balls with her wetness before reversing direction and starting
all over again.
Opening her mouth wide, Maria engulfed his cock, wrapping
her lips around its width and taking it deep inside her. The
blanket of wet warmth that engulfed him raced across his body
bringing a smile to his face even as he continued to lick her pussy.
A smile that grew with each succeeding wave of please that
washed over him. With a skill she had been practicing since her
fourteenth birthday, it was quickly obvious that Maria could give
the hookers he sometimes passed down on Third Ave a run for
their money.
Wrapping in a sixty-nine position, the two lovers sent tides
of passion crashing against each other, the violent explosions of
which propelled them to even more intense desires. Maria could
feel his body reacting to her endeavors and decided to pull back
just a little. She could lay back and have a man lick her pussy all
night, or day in this case, long, but a young man could only take so
much before he exploded. And while she had no problem with a
man coming in her mouth, she wanted to be sure it wouldn’t take
long until he was ready for a second round. That wasn’t the kind
of thing she wanted to find out after the fact.
Taking hold of her breasts, she wrapped them around his
cock and began to massage it in a less intense but still pleasing
manner. She was careful, however, to maintain a position in which
Jim could still work on her pussy with his tongue. An act he
showed no sign of tiring of, a fault that she found with many men.
An even more encouraging fact was that the longer he went at it,
the better he got. He might not need, she was happy to realize,
as much instruction as she’d previously thought.
Each time the crown of his cock appeared between her
breasts, Maria gave it a little lick. Just enough to keep up his
level of anticipation. Finally, satisfied that he had cooled down
just enough, she released her hold on her breasts and let his cock
slip free.
But only free for the time it took for her to slip it into her
mouth one more time. She bobbed up and down on it a few times,
then covered his balls with a string of licks and kisses. Finally, she
sat straight up and turned her head to look back at Jim.
“I know you’re having a lot of fun back there licking my
pussy,” she said, “but don’t you think it would be even more fun if
you put your cock up there instead?”
Jim didn’t have to be told twice and after one last, long lick
with his tongue, abandoned his efforts. He started to rise but
was held in place by Maria’s outstretched hand.
“You just lay there,” she smiled, “I’ll get us started.”
Moving herself forward, Maria positioned herself so that
she could take hold of his cock and direct it into herself. It didn’t
take much effort as Jim had done a more than satisfactory job in
getting her ready. He slid inside her comfortably as her sugar
walls wrapped around him, producing twin cries of satisfaction
from both of them.
Slowly at first, then with an ever-increasing pace, Maria
began to ride his cock. Supporting herself on her knees, she
pulled him deeper inside with each motion, fanning the fires that
had now reached to both their cores.
She lifted herself up a little more, now raising her body
just high enough to keep him inside of her. Her breasts bounced
with her enthusiasm as Jim reached up to take hold of them as
she moved. Faster and harder she dropped, lifting herself with
the same intensity until she paused just long enough to pivot on his
cock and turn her body around. Now she was facing Jim and again
began to ride him as hard as she could.
Something Jim didn’t have the least problem with as he was
even more overjoyed to now have even better access to her
breasts. Maria leaned down so that he could suck on them even as
she continued to fuck him. And again the fires within reached
another stage.
“I want to fuck you now,” Jim said as he let her breasts
again fall free.
“I thought you were fucking me,” Maria grinned, knowing
exactly what he meant.
They quickly changed positions so that Maria was now on
the bottom, her legs spread wide. Jim took hold of his cock and
guided it back inside of her. Maria dropped her head against the
pillow, her eyes tightly closed as she let out a loud cry of
encouragement.
“Fuck me, Jim!” she moaned. “Fuck me like you would’ve if
you’d had the chance to that night you watched me.”
In his mind, Jim was again that sixteen year old watching
his neighbor across the courtyard. It was like he was a virgin all
over again, and none of the girls he’d been with since had existed.
This was the way he wished that night could’ve ended, and this
time it wasn’t a dream.
Faster and harder he drove himself inside of Maria, his
thrusts fueled by a hundred fantasies of youth. The inferno had
indeed come to the both of them with their bodies afire and
sweat covering their skin. Only the sounds of soft moans and
labored breaths filled the room as they raced down the road to
orgasm. A road that grew shorter with each passing heartbeat.
Maria held him tight against her, her arms and legs wrapped
around his body, shortening his thrusts and the road they both
traveled. Until finally the path came to an abrupt, shattering end
as Jim exploded with an intensity he hadn’t felt since the night so
long ago. A night the history of which he’d just rewritten.
“Oh, Dios Mio!” Maria screamed as the force of Jim’s orgasm
triggered her own, the intensity of which was more than she ever
expected.
Bodies intertwined they rocked back and forth on the small
bed until the fires finally extinguished themselves. The circle
finally completed.
“No matter what you decide, that was definitely worth it,”
Maria said breathlessly as she pulled Jim close for a kiss.
“I ... I ...” Jim tried to say but the words just wouldn’t
form. “I’ll say,” he finally managed.
They held on to each other for a long minute more, content
to let their hearts relax and regain control of their bodies. Maria
was looking longingly into Jim’s eyes, when a flash of movement far
behind him caught her attention.
“Oh that is too funny,” she said, causing Jim to turn his
head to see what she was talking about.
It took a second for him to see what she’d seen, but once he
did, he had to laugh as well. There, in the window that once was
Maria’s, stood Mrs. Dumbrowsky. It was obvious she had been
watching them, for how long neither of them could guess. But
from the fact that she had her dress pulled up and her hand down
her panties, it had to have been at least a while.
“If I do move in, promise me that we’ll move into one of the
other bedrooms, one without a view,” Maria said with a broad grin
on her face.
“I promise,” Jim assured her as they sealed the promise
with a kiss.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2005
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