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What did Anna Intend?

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What did Anna Intend? by I had wondered about my neighbor Anna for some time. She moved in about six months after we had and she'd always been alone as far as I could tell. Sure, she had some girl friends that would come over and visit from time to time and one even moved in for a spell between jobs, but it seemed ordinary. I wasn't sure though. I live in a pretty lesbian heavy neighborhood in Berkeley- every other house it seemed- so I kind of wondered about her that way. But I had decided to reserve my judgment for later when I had more info. An early conversation revealed that she had moved from New York and had just quitted a relationship with some guy there, so I said to myself that BI was a possibility. But any way, I was curious. She was a sexy girl and my mind couldn't but wander to think about what a single, lovely woman like Anna who never seemed to have much male company would do with her spare time. If she was gay, she definitely didn't have any of the signs one usually see on the west coast. But she could have been Fem, I guess, It's of no matter. Anna had such nice big, perky tits for a petite woman and strong tan legs that grew out of her inviting, buxom hips. She had as strong Hispanic look, with a touch of the Native American in her and so to me she was very exotic. Did Hispanic women masturbate? I was sure they did. I knew that most women played with themselves, and I figured that was how she was passing her time between lovers. Masturbation is like that. It's so personal and self-fulfilling but also so taboo that I always want to know if others do too. We just never know. I think we're at our most sensual when we pleasure ourselves and for me, that inner glimpse into a person's true erotic nature is the ultimate turn on. The question for me was how. How into it did she get. Did she use a vibe? Fingers? Did she moan when no one else was there? Was she wild and frenzied or just calm and measured? How did she look when she came? Did her nipples get erect? Did her body flush with the heat of her efforts? Did she involve her whole body-breasts, thighs, and anus- or did she stay focused on her pussy, allowing for no distraction. Did she think about men? Women? I wished I knew. I grew hard thinking about her- and I did that often. I worried over these thoughts and others when I would masturbate and I decided I needed to get to know her better. My chance came after about a year. We had become chatty friends as neighbors who see each other from time to time in their yards. We would talk about this or that and I'd help her with errands around her house. I found her to be charming and cute, and very independent. She was self employed and I figured that any liberated, strong women had no inhibitions about making sure she was well stocked in orgasms. It was hard not betray any interest on my behalf in her perky chest, nipples staining to stand at attention despite her bra and cotton T; oh thank god for those luscious caressing breezes. I wondered about her sexy dark legs, not very well hidden by tight cutoffs and T-shirt. It seemed she was to go to Europe with her sister (whom I had never met) for two weeks and she wanted me to take care of the cats and watch the house. She said that I could have free use of her house and that I could use her computer if I liked. I had complained how slow ours was and she had told me she had DSL for her hook-up so she let me know it was Ok if I wanted to use it. I was instantly excited about the prospect of roaming her house, surfing the web in the nude and reading the erotic stories that I had to read at home on the sly-with my wife in the next room asleep-all with the freedom that comes from having ones own space. The day came when I first had to feed the cats. I entered, read the brief instructional note she had left me and gave the house a quick once over to make sure it was empty. It is ranch style house set way back from the sidewalk with high fences surrounding on all sides. My wife was at class for hours more, so I would not be missed. At the computer, I clicked onto the Netscape browser and surfed around for a bit. I was curious about what kind of sites Anna liked to check out. My heart thumped expectantly at the thought of what I might find. At first I was disappointed. Lots of CNN and work related sites. Boring! I looked around a bit and then moved out of Netscape. I noticed that she also had an Explorer icon; I double clicked and looked at where she'd been. One site instantly caught my eye, and I knew it for what it was. I opened it up to find a web site I had come across before- one devoted to erotic stories. I instantly felt a tingle in my groin and my heart raced. I began to open the stories and read. I had not been to this site in a while so the stories were fresh to me, but I could see that Anna had opened the one category for the day previous. It was a very sexy story about two college girls discovering that the other masturbated during a drunken confessional; how they decided to show each other how they did it. The lead up to the denouement, when they finally confessed that they liked to fuck themselves was very hot and I was getting really horny. My hand reached into my shorts and began to caress my dick. Soon, the story turned to their confessing that they each had wanted to fuck the other since they had met but hadn't been able to act. The coeds were going down on each other now, 69ing for a while- the story going at great lengths to describe the sound, smells and desires of these ladies. Soon though, they shifted to using a double-headed dildo one just happened to have on hand and the used it to fuck each other while they French kissed. My hand was more getting more involved now, stroking slowly up and down my erect shaft, and my mind began to savor the image of Anna here in this very chair last night, slowing rubbing her tits through the silk of her dressing gown. Her right hand on the mouse, her left slowly teasing the outline of her nipples that pressed against the soft fabric. What did she think of the passage where the girls revealed their masturbatory yearnings? Did she think back to some similar episode in her life? Did she ever think that she could reveal it to me? My left hand was now rubbing my nipples and I sighed with excitement and turned back to the screen. My cock began to ooze it's precious pre-cum, and from time to time I would stop my ministrations, squeeze my glans, milking the tip for the clear salty reward and bring it to my lips. I loved to taste myself this way. I scanned the stories now, looking for the good ones. Anna had read another story about a guy getting butt fucked by his girlfriend with her vibrator. I was instantly very aroused, feeling the desire to really get into it, but I also wanted to strip and take my time. I was leaning back in the swivel chair now, cock in my right while my with my left I caressed my nipples again. I has stripped and my feet up on the desk. I licked my fingers and used my saliva to lubricate my nipples while I jacked off. I wanted this to last. I soon finished this story and broke stride to move to another. This allowed me to keep form cumming so soon and also to think about what Anna had done the night before. I imagined her, bare feet up on the desk, while she buried her fingers beneath her panties. Her palm was on her mons, pressing and rubbing through the cloth. She was rubbing her body with her free hand now. Savoring the contours of her soft body. Lingering on her inner thighs, then between her tits, now grabbing at her ass cheeks. I imagined that her breasts were big enough for her to suck them and so now she had one in her mouth, biting lightly on her nipple, which was very hard and engorged. My mind wandered more over her figure. She was nude now. She had disrobed frantically in her effort to get at herself. Now her hands rubbed bare dark soft skin. She was revealed to me fully. Her legs were spread wide now and her hairy cunt glistened with wetness. Her breath hard, face flushed just as I had fancied, and her vaginal lips engorged with blood. My thoughts raced at full speed while my hand steadily stroked the shaft of my cock, the mounting itch becoming more and more difficult to ignore. From time to time now, my other hand removed another trickle of pre-cum from my dick and then I would taste myself again and again. I was really going at it. My own pantings and moans were mirroring Anna's now. I was no longer removed from the scene. I was in the room with her and I was not spying any more. She had invited me in and we were sharing this experience. We were masturbating together for each other's pleasure. Because it turned us on to do so. I had long since ceased to read. I imagined that she pulled out a vibrator now. She had been circling her clit with her long fingers with measured strokes and her body was rocking in time. She has reached into her desk drawer to get the vibe and it was long and thick. It was one of those with the rotating shaft and extra knob for her clit. She was licking it now and then running it up and down the outside of her vagina, around her lips. Getting it wet for penetration. Then she gingerly began to thrust it in her pussy. Slowly, at times grunting with the effort and then relaxing as her pussy walls came to terms with the vibrating juggernaut and made room for it. I was imaging now the low hum of her vibe as it oscillated in and out of her wet, glistening cunt. I could hear the suctiony sounds it made as she began to more quickly slide it in and out. Her back arched now and her nipples proud in her excitement. I imagined her feet curling on the desk edge, grasping it with such force that her tan toes turned white. She was getting louder now and in my own reality I began to copy what I wished I heard. " My God!… My God! I'm gonna cum….cumming, Oh God here it comes, oh fuck, sooo good, soooo goooood. Oh fuck, oh fuck". It was quick now, intense, "fuck me, fuck me, oh harder yes, that's it" she was peaking. Her hand moved quickly now, picking up the pace even more. The humm was loud in my ears and her breaths were short and raspy. Every now and then she would hit a sweet spot and I thought she was there but then she stayed herself, steadied her rhythm and drew it out. Eventually those spots came closer and closer to one another and her breathing became sharp and quick. Oh how her body rocked in that chair She was beyond control now, and her hips bucked and rocked frenetically. I was also close. The burning itch had become a torrent of intensity. I could not stem it. My hand drove up and down, up and down. I had not cum in a few days, in expectation of this and now I was going to be rewarded. "Very soon now… oh ye….ess." I saw her cum now, wildly. Body tense, rigid just briefly, the muscle of her legs knotting, feet clenched in a tight ball, raised off the top of the desk. And then as the waves of her orgasm hit her fully, little short squeaks emitted from her throat and then her form arched back for one last shudder and I herd the eclipsed pant of a half formed "no" before her body released her and she slowly eased back, supine in her chair. Her sweaty feet, falling to the floor, as she lay limp in the chair. My own orgasm rocked me seconds after. I was in her chair that had only yesterday drank in her vaginal juices. In that same chair now, I felt the overwhelming burn. The heavy weight of my load. My body arched in the chair now. I shifted my stroke to an off beat to delay for that last second and then I could not hold back. My cock twitched as my cum poured onto my stomach and chest. I did mini sit-ups as I lost control of all motor function save that of my driving hand and wrist. The waves went through me and then slowly subsided. I came to earth slowly and exhaustedly. I panted hard for half a minute and then still eager with eros, I ran my hand down my chest and then sucked my own cum from my sticky fingers. She was gone now. She was robably in Italy now. Would she cum with her sister there in her hotel room? Did she think of me? Probably not… But why then had she left this web site for me to find….?