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Alone in London

By: Crystal



As the cold winter evening drew in and the general hustle and bustle of the city died down, Rachel sat, alone and naked, in her small bedsit contemplating another evening with no-one but herself as company. The room was small and rather dank. What wallpaper there was clung protectively from the walls seeking warmth only from the spare light bulb suspended in the middle of the room.

Rachel didn't have many possessions - many of them had been lost along the way, something that mattered little to Rachel. The dresser supported some reminders of the past; letters, a few photographs and trinkets that had been picked up along the way. Most of the dresser draws were empty save one which was unusually filled with a vast array of underwear. The various laces of different colours sat tangled like a seductive cobweb luring yet repelling any unsuspecting visitor.

Rachel sighed as she contemplated her dismal surroundings. She had lost the will to try and fix her life along time ago but still, on occasion, she longed for something better. Her gaze panned over the room until it fell on the full draw of underwear. The obsession had started a long time ago - longer than she could remember. The silky consistency of lace and cotton had become a mother-like comfort to her and instinctively, she walked over to the draw removing a handful of the lingerie rapidly drawing it to her chest. The clothes felt wonderful against her soft milky skin and sent sensations through her body. Slowly she worked the ball of underwear across her chest descending occasionally to her breast and nipples. Each time the fabric brushed past her nipples she could feel a distinct warmth in her lower belly. The nipples themselves soon began to burn and grow just as she liked it.

While one hand continued to massage her upper body, the other began toying with her belly and soon her hips. She began to feel herself tremble as the goosebumps rippled in her thighs. Slowly but surely she felt her hand caress her silky mound skimming over her sex but never quite stopping. As she continued to massage her breasts with the soft underwear, she allowed her hand to linger over her moist patch, stroking it and rubbing it with her long fingers. As the sensations took her body over she couldn't help herself from sitting and then laying down on the bare concrete floor. The harsh coldness of the floor made her shiver but soon these shivers were intertwined with those of her increasing self induced pleasure.

Her finger movements quickened and her fingers soon began to delve into her soft velvet-like pussy. She quickly allowed herself to rub on her g-spot with two fingers while her thumb continued to excite her throbbing clitoris.

All the while the ball of underwear continued to glide across her upper body, the feeling of which was almost sufficient to make her come. As her movements quickened, her body began to heave and soft moaning sounds emerged from her gasping mouth. The closer she brought herself to climax, the louder she moaned and the faster her movements became. The mound of lace and cotton gradually brought itself lower and soon began to soak up the juices oozing from between her legs.

She brought a quivering hand up to her mouth watching the honey she had produced glistening in the harsh light. As she sucked on her wet fingers she could finally feel the orgasm taking over. As it soared through her thighs and belly, she thrust the panties and bras firmly between her legs trying to hold this intimate forbidden pleasure for as long as possible. To her surprise she found that the sounds coming from her mouth had increased in volume. no longer caring she continued to gasp and whimper as the orgasm slowly died away. Later as she put away the freshly stained underwear, she wondered if the young quiet looking man from upstairs had heard her moans of pleasure. With a smile on her face she lay down to sleep, her last waking thoughts being, "I hope so..."

Alone in London Ch. 2



Adam had been hearing the noises for some time now. At first he thought nothing of it presuming that it was a cat or any other one of the strange noises that occupied the cold London nights. But after a while he started to wonder at the noises. They did seem to be coming from the building and there was definetly a strange human feel to them. It was only a couple of weeks previously that he finally found out the source of the murmurs. He had just returned from a walk one evening and was mounting the stairs that took him up to his small bedsit when he heard the murmurs emerging from the flat directly beneath his. He stopped and continued to listen at the door with a feeling of great anticipation. As the murmurs continued he finally understood that they were the noises of a woman - a woman writhing and heaving in sexual pleasure. He froze knowing that he should move on but compelled to listen to the sweet music of this woman in sexual frenzy. As he continued to listen, the murmurs continued to emerge from beneath the door and soon he could hear the sound of springs and heavy panting. Oddly enough there didn't seem to be any other noise coming from the room, either the purveyor of this passion was silent or the woman and her lover were one and the same.

Adam had noticed the woman from downstairs on a number of occasions. She was after all extremely beautiful - not a conventional beauty but one of savage desire and contempt. She never seemed to notice him and appeared to be in a world of her own, an almost vacant expression in her eyes. Adam had never dared converse with her - speaking with women had never been his forte, in fact quite to the contrary. The result of this was very little sexual activity, leaving him to release himself on his own most of the time. His only sexual experience with a woman had been with a prostitute.

It had happened one night after a few too many drinks. Geered up with unnatural courage, Adam had decided that he would at last enter the body of a woman putting to an end his unsatiable curiosity. The prostitute had not been hard to find - she was in fact the first one he came across. She had been standing on a street corner, wearing a short leather dress and the remains of what was once a skimpy top. Negiotations were brief and Adam soon found himself in a dark and damp room occupied soley by a bed with soiled sheets. The prostitute ordered him to remove his clothes and indifferently did the same. As Adam removed his pants, barely managing to stand up, his enormous penis sprung out onto his belly craving for attention. The prostitute looked at he penis and for the first time showed some sign of interest. She approached Adam and took his member between her long fingered nails and slowly began to stroke along the length of his penis while the other hand gently began to massage his balls preparing them for the unevitable milking that they were about to receive. Adam stared on in wonder as the woman's face came closer and closer to his now throbbing cock. Slowly but surely, she let her full painted lips envelop him, sucking first at the tip and gradually allowing the enormous organ to delve deep into her mouth and then her throat. Adam's body jerked in pleasure and anticipation, the muscles in his thighs and neck struggling to keep him in balance. As the woman's mouth and throat thrusted themselves on to him he could feel the sensation of come brewing in his balls desperately wanting to shower the prostitute's tonsils and throat. The prostitute, despite heaving on the size of this enormous cock, was unusually aroused and was soon fingering her soaked sex in rhythm with the pummeling of Adam's cock. Eventually, crazed with desire, the prostitute screamed to Adam to fuck her properly, to make her come like she had never come before. Adam, confused, replied that he could not afford anymore but helpless to the crazed woman was violently pushed on to the bed.

The woman eyed him greedily as she mounted him slowly guiding his ten inches of muscle in to her dripping pussy. Slowly she let herself drop onto him allowing his cock to engulf her first parlty and then fully. The woman looked shocked from both the pain and the intense pleasure that soared through her as she repeatedly sunk the lips of her pussy around his cock. Everything was a blur to Adam as this crazed woman fucked him again and again gasping with the effort and the pleasure. As she sensed him wanting to come, she released herself from him and hungrily sucked on his cock willing him to come. As he finally came, Adam cried in relief and watched as his midnight companion gleefully licked his warm come from her face massaging what was on her body over her breasts and pussy. The woman had refused to let him leave and had fucked him till he could come no more, making him penetrate her as fully as he could filling her pussy and then her anus with his milk.

As Adam listened in wonder to his neighbour he felt himself stroking his penis through his pants craving to see what this woman was doing to herself. As the delightful noises of the woman combined with his memories of the prostitute, he could feel himself craving for sex like never before. He gently pumped on his penis, standing dangerously near to the woman's door. Despite being terrified of being seen, Adam felt strangly turned on at the thought of being caught and daringly loosened his belt to give his full attention to the throbbing animal between his legs.

As the two lonely people in thier shady part of London masturbated fantasizing their own special fantasies, little did they realise that together they rocked in unison, moaning at the same places and finally reaching orgasm in syncronised gasps and elations. Little did they know that they weren't in fact alone in London.

To Be Continued...



Alone in London Ch. 3



Adam paced around his room disbelieving what he had just done. Masturbating in a corridor outside a young woman's room - what had he been thinking! But despite his guilt he just could not forget the memory of the sweet murmurs he had heard that night. Lying awake in the middle of the night he would toss and turn, desperately attempting to block that sensual melody from his mind and find rest. Feverishly he would masturbate trying to appease the tension that had filled his body like an unstoppable force. Finally, one night he could bare it no more and again returned to the young woman's door. His heart leapt when again he could hear the woman's sounds of pleasure emerging from under the door. Carefully, he unzipped his trousers and began to stroke his long muscular cock following the same rhythm as his unwitting companion. His imagination flared and before his eyes he could visualise the woman's strong naked body engulfing, touching, consuming every single tender pore on his body. He imagined her full red lips devouring his tongue, sucking on it as if to find some potion of life. As he dreamed his dreams, his cock grew and grew until at full size it quivered before him like an assailant, his animal instinct trying to force him to crash through the door and take this woman's body for his own selfish pleasures.

He could feel the tension building up in his balls and the warm gut wrenching sensation of orgasm take him over in the harshest manner he had ever experienced. His entire lower body contracted in a seizure-like state and with a large gasp his cum shot out over his hands in a shower of chemical white. As he gasped he noticed that the sounds from the woman had suddenly ceased and that footsteps were approaching the door. Frozen with panic he stared at the door realising that he would finally confront the woman of his dreams with his hands and trousers covered in voyeuristic drenched semen. The thought seemed so terrible that with only an instant to spare, he leapt from outside her door and backed into the adjacent communal bathroom just as the handle turned and the door slowly opened. Through the hinges, Adam stared in terror as the young woman took two steps from her door dressed only in a loose fitted gown. She then remained still listening for what Adam felt like hours. Then with a shrug, she turned and for a split second Adam saw a glimpse of skin at the top of her thigh before the door finally closed and she was gone.

It was several nights before Adam again ventured downstairs to hear the woman's moans. He had been severely shaken by that night's events and at first had vowed never to try his game again. But, just as before, the memories and visions of the woman had tormented him and Adam soon realised that he could not but humour his new dark obsession.

Again, Adam silently crept downstairs to enjoy the one-way company of his female neighbour. As he approached the door he noticed with great surprise that a small shimmer of light was protruding from the door. After closer inspection, he realised that the light was due to the fact that a key, that had presumably been firmly in place on previous visits, was missing. With great trepidation he gently knelt down and brought his eye to the keyhole.

His heavy breathing came to a sudden halt and all that could be heard was the percussion of his heartbeats. Before him, in the small tatty room was Rachel. She was lying on the bed with her legs dangling loosely over the edge. Her head was laid flat and could therefore only see above her. Adam, on the other hand, had a tunnel vision view of her crotch which was glistening in the harsh light. The rosy pink lips of her pussy seemed slightly swollen, yet deliciously subtle and inviting. Rachel was playing with her breasts, gently massaging them with what appeared to be underwear. The silky lace played with each nipple hardening it and turning it to the colour of dark red. Without realising Adam had already drawn his cock and was kneading it in his palm, transfixed by the wonderful sight before him.

Rachel continued to massage her upper body for some minutes but then turned her attention to her legs and thighs. The closer she came to her pussy the faster Adam's heart raced. His cock was now as hard as steel and he could begin to feel cum slowly making its way up his rod. Finally, Rachel's fingers begin to slide between her pussy lips, disappearing for a split second before reappearing at the top where they would then gently tweak her clitoris causing her entire body to shudder. Her juices were in abundance and could be seen trickling down her thighs in gentle rivers of honey. Adam knew that he would not be able to last much longer so he resisted pulling on his cock and simply knelt, by the door, watching. Rachel was now fully fingering herself, inserting two fingers deep inside her pussy, retracting them slowly before firmly jamming them again inside her. Her hand was completely lubricated by her juices and before long she had three fingers ramming into her cunt.

As Adam watched on in wonder, the woman formed an arc type shape with her hand hiding her thumb in her palm. She then tentatively started to insert her hand through her trembling lips, slowly at first but gradually making more and more ground. Adam looked in disbelief as gradually her whole hand disappeared into her pussy causing her to shake with pleasure. She began to fuck herself with her arm stopping just after her wrist. Adam's cock began pulsating wildly has he watched this woman writhing on her bed wailing from pleasure. Then suddenly she stopped, completely rigid, unbreathing. Then with a scream she forced her arm once more causing a cascade of liquid to relinquish itself down her legs forming a pool of juice around her feet. At this Adam's cock took over completely. Without even having to touch it, it leapt into action, bursting stream after stream of sperm over his hands and the floor. As he gasped from pleasure, the woman slowly sat up, her chest heaving wildly and looked directly through the keyhole at Adam, her eyes burning a hole through his head and his mind. With a look of complete savagery she stood, juices still flowing freely from her pussy and approached the door.

To Be Continued...



Alone in London Ch. 4



Life for Adam seemed to stop. He remained kneeling on the floor by the keyhole with his sperm gently trickling down his thigh. He could see the woman of his fantasies approaching but knew that this time he was caught. This time it would be all over. The woman would scream and attract the attention of neighbours. The police would arrive and soon Adam would be branded a pervert and locked up in hospital full of dirty sticky men all with semen gently trickling down their legs. As Adam contemplated his bleak future, Rachel finally reached the door pulling it open to reveal her upstairs neighbour.

Adam braced himself for the worse but was surprised, after a few seconds, to hear nothing. He lifted his head and looked into the face of the beautiful woman and with tremendous astonishment realised that she was in fact smiling. Her smile was piercingly beautiful and for minutes he could not but bask in its glory. Slowly, the woman presented to him her hand which he gingerly took and allowed himself to be led into the room, hearing the door click behind him.

'Do you enjoy listening and watching me?'

'I ... I ... I'm so sorry; you must think I'm sick'

'Why should I think you are sick; Is what I do sick?'

"No, no of course not ... I think its beautiful.'

'Beautiful? Well that's an interesting description. How long have you been spying on me?'

'Since I first heard you. Months ago.'

"Months! And why, may I ask, have you never spoken to me in all this time?'

'I couldn't. I froze every time I saw you. I've wanted to ... but I just couldn't.'

'I've enjoyed your company you know...'

Adam looked at the woman, astonishment in his eyes. She had known all along. All those nights of guilt and torment when she knew all along! He looked up at her and was surprised to see a look of hunger in her eyes. She was still perfectly naked and her aroma was strong and animal like. Her body was almost shimmering in the light, her honey still fresh against her skin. With horror he could feel himself getting aroused. The woman seemed to notice too and gently sat by his side.

'Take your clothes off.'

Adam could barely move but slowly he brought his trousers down and removed them feeling more bare and vulnerable than ever before. His sperm had started to dry and stick making him feel dirty, sick, perverted. The woman brought her moist fingers to his cheek, brushing the guilt from his eyes and smiling at him with awesome power. As one hand mothered him the other started a long slow descent to his crotch stroking his stomach and finally resting on his swollen penis. With a final smile, she too then began the descent until her head was gently resting on his stomach. Adam fell back, utterly conquered by his sensations. It felt like a dream when he started to feel her pursed lips on his manhood, kissing, licking and comforting him. As she started to swallow him, he let out a gasp and ground himself underneath her. Her mouth was strong and relentlessly rocked back and forth along his cock, her tongue searching and finding every bit of him. Then she stopped.

'There, you are a clean now.'

Adam raised himself on his elbows, confused. Sure enough, his cock was sparkling clean with not a trace of sperm to be seen. The woman was kneeling on the floor with a satisfied look on her face. She keenly licked her lips with a sigh. Before he could protest, she stood and walked over to a chest of drawers at the other side of the room, returning with some silk black lingerie clenched in her fist. She then lay next to him on the bed and slowly started to massage her body with the underwear, sighing and glistening in the light. As Adam watched she again started to finger herself, her sweet pink pussy allowing no resistance to her penetrative fingers. As he lent over to touch her, she stopped him.

'You can't touch. You can only look. That is what we do. Remember?'

Adam looked at her pleadingly but to no avail. She continued to arouse herself and was soon coming close to climax. Adam positioned himself in front of her and watched as her pussy started to quiver in ecstasy. He too was near to climaxing and with load moans they both gave themselves over to pleasure, Adam's cum spraying over her pussy and belly, mixing with her juices in an erotic cocktail.

They both lay, recovering from their experience, gazing out onto the cold London night. The evening mist was settling over the city shrouding its occupants in a hostile blanket, keeping them together but not safe.

'I'll leave the key out of the keyhole every night,' Rachel murmured, 'but only you will know.'

THE END