Gillian Colbert - Coming Out of Her Shell

He was there. Susan could feel his eyes on her, even if she couldnt see his face. His balcony was in shadows, but she knew he was watching her.

The very thought that he watched her in such an intimate, vulnerable moment was both thrilling and shameful. She couldnt believe she was doing this. Again.

She should stop. Just get up go back inside the house and get back to her normal and predictable life. She was crazy to play this game. She knew nothing about him other than the easy going image he projected.

Sure, he was beautiful to her. Tall and lean with a natural athletic build. The kind of body that said he stayed active rather than pumping iron. His slightly shaggy, black hair gave him a lazy, relaxed appearance that belied the intelligence he sometimes let slip through his dont take me too seriously exterior.

If she had to catalog his features, shed say that individually they were fairly ordinary. He had a broad chin, straight nose and perpetual five oclock shadow. His eyes were the exception. They were otherworldly. Emerald green, they had captured her the minute shed seen him at the neighborhood block party the first week shed moved to Chester Park.

The sum of him, though, took her breath away. He had a casual grace when he moved that said, Im okay with who I am, so fuck off if you dont agree.

She hadnt spoken to him that day. Hadnt said anything more to him than Hi and How are you? since shed moved in three months ago, despite living next door to him. She thought of him though. In fact, she was beginning to fear she was obsessed with him.

Shed learned his name from one of the neighbors Eric Tanner. Such a simple name, it rolled off the tongue beautifully. She savored its syllables, sucked them into her mouth like the cherry off the top of a sundae. She loved his name; she longed to use it intimately. To whisper it in his ear as she nibbled on the lobe. To scream it as she came around his cock and milked his climax from him.

A slight breeze stirred the air, feathering across her exposed breasts. She imagined the whisper kiss was his lips and was lost to the fantasy. Her nipples tightened painfully and moisture flooded her core.

She hadnt meant for him to see. This game they played hadnt been planned. It had been totally accidental. Truly. But, playing with Eric was seductive. Like dark chocolate, it made her ravenous and one bite was not enough. It was a heady mixture of power and vulnerability that she never wanted to end even though she knew she should stop. She would stop. She wouldnt do it again. She couldnt do it again. Not if she wanted to respect herself.

It had started so simply. She had decided that she needed more personal time and changed her schedule at work. Truthfully, she was bored out of her skull. Shed been a corporate shepherd watching diligently over her human sheep for over 15 years and she hated it more everyday.

She was 35-years old and her life was so routine it put even her to sleep. All she did was work. QuestCom ran like a well-oiled machine. Never let it be said she didnt do her job. She was efficient, organized and effective, but about as fun as a tax auditor.

She had no real friends, shed never been married or in a truly serious relationship and had no children, though it could be argued that her Pug, Roxy, was her baby. She simply didnt know how to relax and be herself with people. Men especially.

Once cold fish had become a recurring theme in the bedroom, shed sworn off men. What was the point? She couldnt relax enough to try some of the things they wanted her to do and she got tired of the complaints.

It wasnt that she blamed them. Even she got tired of missionary position. Nor did she think it would be very fun to screw a woman who could barely tolerate having sex with the lights on. She was repressed and she knew it, but so far there hadnt been anyone worth making the effort for.

So, to balance out her failure in the dynamic woman department, shed made a point of being the best employee she could be. Her career had skyrocketed and she was the youngest Chief Operating Officer in her companys history. She was good at her job, but she hated it. She excelled in her role, but she was bored and it showed.

When shed taken to just staring out the window of her office for hours at a time, she decided she needed a change. Hell, she needed a life. So, she had rearranged her schedule to take every Thursday afternoon off. Her plan was to take up a hobby. She just hadnt expected it to be masturbating for her sexy neighbor.

She hadnt known he was there that first time. She had simply gone out for a swim. After doing enough laps to leave her breathless, shed put on her sunglasses and hat and stretched out on her favorite lounge chair to let the sun dry her off.

Shed lain there trying to remember the last time shed had sex (two years) and fantasizing about Eric. Wondering if he was involved with anyone. Imagining him naked and plunging into her. Without any conscious thought, shed begun to stroke herself - outside her bikini bottoms because she never touched herself directly - until she brought herself to orgasm on the sheer fantasy of Eric.

As shed struggled to catch her breath, a sound like a chair being pushed back drifted to her from the direction of his balcony. She opened her eyes in time to see the object of her fantasy stand up and turn to go inside.

Shed been shocked. Mortified. Humiliated. Shed stumbled to her feet and run inside as fast as she could. After locking the door, shed slid down the wall and sat there on the cold marble tile with her arms wrapped around her knees rocking as she tried to calm the nausea roiling in her belly.

Hed seen her masturbate. Watched her at her most vulnerable moment. Shed been imagining herself with him and hed watched as she pleasured herself. To her utter shock, as the idea sank in, rather than puke up her lunch, her nipples tightened and her pussy clenched.

The reality slammed into her. Hed watched her! Eric had seen her masturbate.

The thought was both electric and erotic. The idea of his eyes on her aroused her more than she thought possible. She broke out in goose bumps and her pussy throbbed. She refused to touch herself again though. She wanted to savor the memory of coming with his eyes on her.

And so it began. Over the weeks, shed become more and more brazen. Touching herself in ways shed never had the courage to before. Rather than feeling embarrassed by Erics presence, she was emboldened. She didnt even bother with a bathing suit now.

One evening, after making sure his car was gone, shed gone so far as to arrange the lounge chair so that the angle and distance would be such that, even though hed have a good view, hed have to pay close attention if he really wanted to see her.

She performed for him every Thursday afternoon at two oclock without fail. Today was different though, today was her last performance. Shed promised herself she would stop this madness. She was becoming consumed by the fantasy of him and she couldnt take it anymore.

It was a lie and she felt like a cheat. She wasnt really this sexy, erotic woman. It was a game she was playing and it had to stop. So, today was her finale and she planned to make it good for him.

He was hard, so hard it hurt. Eric slowly, carefully opened the zipper on his Levis to free his straining cock. What in the hell had made him think going commando was a smart idea?

Thank god his balcony was enclosed rather than one of those open grill-work types. Most people wanted sunny, open balconies. He didnt. He preferred to sit and ponder in the shade, his feet propped up on the railing with a cold Guinness in his hand.

His balcony was his refuge. No frilly patio furniture for him. He liked solid, comfortable furniture sized for a man, but only one chair and one side table for his beer. He didnt share his balcony. At least, not with other humans. Peanut was the exception, but even his Pitbull wasnt allowed out here when he watched Her.