Shit Happens Ch. 01

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My name is Bill Dalton. I’m 48 years old and, right now, I look like something Hell might have regurgitated in disgust! If you saw me on the street, you probably wouldn’t give me the time of day.

I wasn’t always this way, hell no, not at all. At one time I had a job, a very good job. I was supporting my family and was enjoying a semblance of the normal life. My wife, Ronnie and I, along with our three children, lived in a comfortable home in the suburbs of a major city located along the East Coast. We had a very normal workaday life; breakfast together, kids off to school, wife off to her job, and then me, dressed to the nines, went to my office in the city. Yes, life was good then, and except for the normal things that happen in any family situation, we got along fine.

But when I least expected it, the Shit happened.

It started innocently enough, I suppose. It was below the surface, and out of sight, very much like the sub vocalization that humpback whales use to communicate with each other, but it was most certainly there and waiting.

I awoke that day and even though I knew that there were things that needed to be done at work, I decided that being at my office was the last place I wanted to be, and that perhaps, I wouldn’t go the next day either. I got out of bed and pulled all the bedclothes off and left them on the floor, then walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I opened the medicine cabinet and knocked everything out and let it fall where it may. I don’t know why I did that, and didn’t really give a damn either.

My wife didn’t even bat an eye when I informed her of my decision, which, looking back in hindsight; should have been a big clue that all was not right in my little corner of the world. She simply looked at me with no expression in her voice or on her face and turned back to what she was doing.

She went about the business of getting the rest of the family up and moving. You know, breakfast, and all that, then bundled the children into their clothes and out the door they went. She drove away from the house without her usual toot on the horn to tell me goodbye. She dropped the kids at their respective schools and then, without even thinking about it, she dutifully set her sights on her own job.

I sat in front of my computer monitor, wearing an old pair of sweat pants, my hair going in seventy five directions at once, trying my best to log on to my office’s network, to inform them of my absence, and thanking God, that we didn’t have a web cam on line now.

Time after time, I tried my username and password, but it was rejected each time.

“What the fuck?” I said to myself, “I wrote this program.” I tried to log in again, with exactly the same results. Username and/or password; rejected. I knew that if I tried to log in one more time and failed, the program was going to crash.

“Fuck It.” I said, not really caring any more if they knew where I was or not.

I got up and walked to the kitchen, wanting something cold to drink. I looked at the clock above the window and saw that it was only nine twenty in the morning. I opened the refrigerator door and saw a bottle of fresh squeezed orange juice on the top shelf , and then, just below that, and partially hidden behind a head of lettuce, was a six pack of beer.

I reached into the refrigerator for the orange juice, but when my hand came out, it contained a beer. Thinking this was completely normal; I shrugged my shoulders as I popped the top, put the ice cold beverage to my lips, and drank.

“Damn, that was mighty tasty.” I said, wiping my lips with the back of my hand and tossing the empty on the floor. My hand went back into the fridge and came out holding another beer, which I promptly opened and started to drink. I wandered around the kitchen in a kind of daze, not really noticing that the breakfast dishes were still in the sink and needed washing, or that I had just tossed an empty beer can on my wife’s clean floor.

Suddenly, I realized that I was standing in front of the window in our bedroom, looking over at our neighbor’s house. In particular, I was looking in the window of their daughter, Dana.

Dana had graduated from high school last year and was now a freshman at one of our local junior colleges. She was a nice looking young woman with shoulder length brown hair and eye’s the color of a dark night. She was a little on the chubby side, but not to the extent that it distracted you from seeing that her breasts and ass were truly amazing. She was tall for a woman, almost six feet; but with her proportions the way they were, she reminded you of what an Amazon princess would have looked like, had there actually been any.

Dana was standing at the foot of her bed with her back towards me. She appeared to have her nightgown still on and was tugging at its hem. The light was such that I could see; she wore nothing beneath her gown.

Watching her, as she slowly lifted her gown up and then off, then tossed it to the floor. She Ataşehir Escort turned sideways to me and I was rewarded with my first view of her rather large breasts. She lifted each of them and licked the nipples until they both were hard, then dropped her hands to touch herself between her legs.

Not wanting to leave my viewing spot, but well aware that I was clearly visible if she were to glance this way, I decided to throw caution to the wind, because I didn’t really care if she saw me or not.

The next thing I knew was that my cock was in my hand, and I was lightly stroking it. I found myself wishing that I could be there, in her room, watching as she pleasured herself with her fingers.

She turned towards her window and I know that she saw me, but showed no concern; like it was perfectly ordinary to have your neighbor watching you, as he stroked his cock, right in front of the window.

After what seemed a long time, but was actually just a few minutes, she caught my eye and beckoned me to come over. I was completely at a loss as to what good fortune had just been handed to me.

It never entered my mind, that our behavior was the least bit unusual, or that I was going to go over and join her.

Going through the kitchen, I grabbed the rest of the beer and my pack of cigarettes, and then walked out the door.

Walking across the short distance to her house, I was aware that she was still standing in front of her window; watching my progress, as she continued to touch herself. Her eye’s; there was something about her eye’s that seemed somehow familiar. There was a dazed look in them and she had absolutely no expression on her face.

“Dana?” I called out as I entered and looked around the room. The couch was overturned, chairs were lying on top of one another and all the ashtrays had been emptied on the carpet, butts and all.

“Up here.” Dana finally replied.

I turned toward the stairs and remember wondering, why nothing seemed to be amiss. I knew something was not quite right, but I just really didn’t give a damn.

At the top of the stairs, looking around to locate where Dana’s room might be, I walked down the hallway towards the rear of the house. All of the doors on the second floor were open; her parent’s bedroom, the bathroom, and even the linen closet were open and trashed. Clothes were strewn on the floor haphazardly; the bed was stripped of its sheets and mattress contained the contents of several drawers that had been dumped out, and then thrown down. The toilet articles in the bathroom were knocked about and some kind of lotion was still dripping out of its overturned container.

I found Dana’s room at the end of the hall. I stood there in her doorway and looked at her room. It looked perfectly normal. She was still standing at the window, except now, she had turned and was facing me; her total nudity was much, much better from this distance.

“Sit on my bed and watch.” She said. Leaving me little doubt, as to the part in this scenario I was to play.

I sat down on the edge closest to me and watched as she walked over and stood directly in front of me. Her tits were but a few inches away from my face. Her light brown areoles were slightly puckered with a few very fine hairs and her nipples were as stiff as pencil erasers. Her whole body gave off a slightly sweet fragrance, pleasant, but not overpowering.

She lifted her leg and put her foot on the bed beside me, and moved her knee to the side, giving me a clear view of her hairy pussy. She reached between her legs with one hand and spread her large meaty lips apart for me to see that she was wet, very wet.

I tentatively raised my hand towards her, but was immediately rebuked.

“Just watch,” she said. “That’s what you wished for isn’t it?”

I looked up at her dumbly. How could she have known that? I hadn’t even said those words out loud; I had only thought them, in my own head. In answer to my unspoken query, she just shrugged her shoulders and continued to amuse herself in front of my face.

Her fingers relaxed their hold on her nether lips and started to slide up and down her slit, stopping occasionally to rub lightly around her clit. Her other hand had gone to one of her tits and was tweaking and tugging its nipple, her breath coming faster and slightly more irregular, as she neared her orgasm.

I watched as she inserted first two, then three, of her fingers inside her pussy, her wetness glistening on them as they repeatedly entered and withdrew. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her pleasure. As far as she was concerned, I wasn’t even there.

She opened her eyes and quickly glanced around the room, as if searching for something, then came to rest on the bedpost next to me. Dropping her foot to the floor, she moved over towards her target, then rising on her tip toes, straddled it.

Her hips rocked slowly back and forth across the top of the Ataşehir Escort Bayan bedpost, the tip of it easily sliding between her pussy lips, until she had her wet opening centered directly above it.

“Ohhhhhh.yesss.” She said, as she slowly impaled herself on this wooden substitute of a cock, and then lifted herself onto her tip toes again. I watched as the shiny wet bedpost emerged from her pussy, only to be quickly swallowed once again. Her hands were squeezing her tits, and then lifting them to her mouth, to lick and suck her nipples, until they were like hard pebbles.

I took a chance and reached into my sweatpants for my cock, which by now, was as hard as I had ever known it to be, and started to stroke it, as I watched her fuck herself on the bedpost.

“That wasn’t your wish,” she said, “You can’t do that. You can only watch.”

I removed my hand from my pants and sat there; watching this young woman fucking herself on a bedpost, right in front of my face, and I wasn’t allowed to do anything, except watch!

“Shit,” I thought, “I wish this wasn’t happening.”

I was standing in my kitchen, wiping the beer off my lips, with the back of my hand and after tossing the empty on the floor, wondering what I was going to do with the rest of my day off.

The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I reached out to grab it but came up with an empty hand. I looked around the kitchen as it continued to ring, but didn’t see it anywhere and after the forth ring, the machine picked up.

“Hi, you’ve reached the Dalton’s residence.” The automated voice continued, “Were not home at the moment but leave you’re…”

“There it is!” I shouted. “What the fuck is it doing in there?”

I had spotted the phone cord dangling from of one of the kitchen cabinets. I threw the door open and grabbed the receiver.

“Hey, sorry about that,” I quickly said. “Hello.”

“Mr. Dalton?”

“Yes, what is it?” I said as I recognized Shelia’s voice from work.

Shelia is my executive assistant and tries to keep my ass covered whenever I pull one of my boneheaded stunts. She is in her early twenties, tall, very shapely legs, nice firm ass and a very generous bust. Dark blond hair and eyes that can see right through all the bullshit guys sling at her. Basically, she’s a no nonsense woman.

More than once, I’ve wished that she was a little older, and perhaps, not as straight laced as she appeared at work and maybe even be willing to start a casual fling; and since today was no exception, I wished it again.

“I didn’t hear from you this morning and…well, just wanted to check and see if…you…I mean…, if everything is alright?”

“Why thank you Shelia, that’s very kind of you.” I told her.

“Oh, it’s no bother, Sir.” “I just thought that with your family gone for the day…, that…, maybe…”

“Actually, Shelia, I’m having kind of a strange day, a weird kind of day, and could use some company.”

“I’ll come over if you want me too.” She cooed.

Was it my imagination? Was her voice just the slightest bit huskier, or perhaps more breathless? There was something…, something different; I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Ok,” I said, “See you soon,” and hung up the phone.

“Time passes you say? I think not. Time stays, we go.” I remembered this quote from some book I had read in college and tried to apply it to my present situation. Damn it, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was here. At least, I thought I was here. I was beginning to wonder about the truth in that because some things seemed, well, slightly fuzzy. I had asked for company and by God, I was going to get it. But, I didn’t really give a damn, one way or the other.

The doorbell buzzed her arrival. Startled and completely puzzled by my own actions, I did nothing to make myself look more presentable. I simply opened the door.

It was Shelia! At least, I think it was. Still good looking, still hot as hell, and still foxy, she was Shelia. But she had changed, somehow, she had aged; her slightly creased forehead and the small lines at the corners of her eyes gave her a more mature look. She was what I had wished for; and now that I had received my wish, what was I going to do?

“Hello Bill,” she said, “You don’t mind if I call you Bill, do you? I mean, after all this time, it seems… so right.”

“Call me anything you want.” I said as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard, not caring that we were standing in my open doorway.

Her lips parted at once and I felt her tongue enter my mouth, searching mine out. I slid my arms down her back until I had her ass cheeks cupped in hands, pulling her closer to me. She pressed her crotch hard against me and rotated her hips; my cock straining against my sweatpants. Her hands were on the back of my head, rubbing through my unruly tangle of hair. The kiss ended and I lay my head against hers and kissed her exposed shoulder. Her scent; there Escort Ataşehir was something familiar about her scent, but I couldn’t place it just yet. Her whole body gave off a slightly sweet fragrance, pleasant, but not overpowering.

I asked her into the house and closed the door behind us. I didn’t bother to lock it, because I didn’t really care if someone came in or not.

“Have a seat anywhere you like.” I told Shelia, as she walked to the couch and sat directly in the center.

I sat in a chair across from her and for a few moments, we just sat and looked at each other, waiting I guess, for the conversation to begin. She glanced around the room, sighed, and then slid forward to the edge of her seat. She placed her hands on her knees, and slowly spread them apart. Her skirt slid up her tanned legs as she spread them wider, giving me a spectacular view of her panty clad pussy.

“You like?” She asked, leaning back on the couch and starting to unbutton her blouse.

Even though her voice was somewhat animated, there was no expression on her face; or even worse, in her eyes. It was almost as if she were alone and getting undressed at her own home…except that I was right in front of her and she was doing this for me.

“Oh yes, Shelia, I like!” I said, “I like it very much.”

She continued to undress, taking her blouse off then undoing her bra, allowing her more than ample tits to fall under my gaze. Her tits were large; not ponderously large but certainly more than a handful and her nipples were rosy pink, surrounded by areoles just slightly darker.

She stood and removed her skirt and was in the process of pulling her panties down, when I asked her to keep them on, for a while longer. She nodded her head and took her seat again; this time she put her feet on the coffee table and let her legs relax, stretching the material of her panties tight across her pussy.

“Shelia, I’d like to ask you a very personal question?”

“Ask me whatever you want, Bill, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Have you ever done anything, ahh…, sexual, at the office?”

I had heard a few rumors from a guy at work, that she had been known to engage in certain practices while thinking she was unobserved. Unfortunately, my informant was a total geek. He was our IT guy. A strange little fucker that everyone just called, the computer fixer guy, and I didn’t really believe him anyway. So you can imagine my surprise when she took a deep breath and then replied to my question.

“Yes, I have.” She replied. “Do you want me to tell you about it?”

“Yes, tell me.” I told her.

“My husband doesn’t have much of a sex drive anymore, and one night last week, I was feeling horny, really needing it bad. After we’re in bed a while, I snuggled up next to him and we started making out. I was the aggressive one that night, because like I said, I wanted to get fucked.

“I started to kiss him, here and there, and made my way down to his cock. I got down between his legs and pulled his underwear off. I started licking his cock and stroking it with my hand until it started getting hard. I licked and teased around the swollen head some more, before wrapping my lips around it. I put his cock into my mouth and started to bob my head up and down on him, sucking him really good.”

As she’s relating her story to me she absent mindedly places her hand on her tit and starts to gently run her fingers around her nipple, lightly teasing it.

“My idea was to get him nice and hard, then climb on top of him, straddling him with my legs and letting his cock just slide into my pussy; and then ride him for all I was worth, you know, getting off by fucking myself on his cock.

“Anyway, that was my idea. But what does he do? He just bucks his hips once or twice and cums in my mouth! Oh God, that was so frustrating; not because I mind him coming in my mouth, no, I’m cool with that, but I really wanted to get off bad, and now that he’d shot his load, that sure wasn’t going to happen.

“So I went to sleep, still really horny! The next morning, I was thinking of maybe fingering myself and getting off while I was taking a shower, but he was already up and about, so I couldn’t get away with that either.”

Her other hand has crept into her lap and she strokes herself through her panties. I can tell that her story is arousing her because a small wet spot is forming in the middle of her crotch and every time she presses her hand against her pussy, more of her juice seeps out.

“Then I come up with a plan, I dress in a white demi bra, pink bikini panties, white short sleeve top that buttons in the front, short denim skirt and wedge sandals and I purposely wear no hosiery.

“I left my house and arrived at work an hour early. A few people are there already, but none that I know of will have any reason to be coming near my cube. But, I didn’t want to take any chances so I sat down in my chair, with the back of the chair facing the entrance to my cube. I unbuttoned my shirt halfway down the front, opening up the top and start massaging both my breasts through the bra; leaning back in the chair, closing my eyes and just getting off on the feelings.

“How did you feel about doing that in the office?” I asked her. “Did it excite you, Shelia?”

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