Fiction Friday #159

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
Include this in your story: “I wish he’d knock on my door instead……..”

Jan Weathers is a voyeur. Her neighbor across the hall in 2D, Carrie – Jan never knew her last name – was a sultry twenty-three-year-old brunette that worked in Human Resources at the Serendipity building downtown.  Quite often, men of great beauty would knock on Carrie’s door and because of Jan’s curious nature, a small camera with a side-shot lens had been installed above her own door, pointed directly at Carrie’s.  Perhaps only a handful of gentleman callers wondered who it was that lived in 2E; what job they held; what social stature; what level of wealth they had to necessitate a camera pointing at their front door. What none of them ever realized was that they were the ones being watched. Jan likes to record these men and later use them as objects of her desires.  Carrie could fuck them; Jan had to settle for masturbating over their images freeze-framed on the television set in her bedroom.

One fateful Tuesday a man not only of beauty, but of great beauty, knocked on 2D. Approximately three minutes passed (according to Jan’s calculations) before the door opened and the Adonis disappeared inside. She caught a glimpse of Carrie’s body wrapped neatly in a white robe. And because of the camera’s high-definition resolution, she could see that her hair had been wet.

“Oh! You’re early! I was just stepping into the shower.”

“I can come back in a little while if you like.”

“Oh, no! Don’t be silly – come on in.”

Carrie stepped back from the door and allowed her conquest to cross her threshold. Once inside, she craned her neck, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said “I’ll be right back. Just let me go finish my shower. Make yourself at home.” The man slapped her on the butt; she giggled and scurried away.  He made himself comfortable on the sofa and waited until he heard the water start running.

Oh, he’s a hot one. You done good this time, Carrie!

He entered her bedroom to find she had shut the bathroom door and made his way across the room to the chest of drawers where he quickly located her underwear. Plunging his hands in, he withdrew a pile of them and brought them to his face and breathed in deeply. He paused for a moment, and lowered his arms while releasing his breath slowly. He carefully selected a stringy blue thong with white polka dots on it and shoved it into his pocket.

At once, and it actually took him by surprise, the water turned off. He walked back across the room and stood next to the bathroom door, pressing his back firmly against the wall. A very short while later, he heard “Hey, I’ll be right out!” halfheartedly yelled from within.

I’m going to have a great time with this one. I’m going to fuck his brains out tonight.

Carrie wrapped the towel around her body as it was before, opened the door, and walked into her bedroom. Before she could react, a hand clasped over her mouth. She felt an arm wrap around her midsection and a large, muscular body pressed itself into hers from behind. A few short steps later, the two bodies collapsed together onto the bed. Carrie screamed, but it only came out a muffled cry through the man’s hand.  He began roughly grinding his pelvis into her from behind; she began to cry.

At 2:00 A.M. Wednesday morning, the man left 2D. The woman simply known as Carrie lay on her living room floor wrapped in a shower curtain with the side of her head caved in. A large chunk of her scalp hanged from the corner of the heavy marble coffee table in front of the couch.

As Jan watched the video of the Don Juan leaving 2D that morning – she saw the red light blinking on the recorder indicating something had been recorded  – she pulled her panties to her ankles and leaned back on the couch. As the man turned, he unknowingly faced the camera – in fact, he just about looked right at it – she hit the Pause button, snaked her fingers gently down her stomach to her crotch,  and whispered to herself “I wish he’d knock on my door instead …”

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Originally posted 2010-06-11 01:00:56. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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