Coming close to the finish, I kept on going, nearing my goal.  Today was the
first day that I had run 10 miles and I was now within a quarter mile of my
apartment.  I was so tired and needed a shower and a drink so badly.

I made it! I opened the front door of my walkup and struggled up the 3 floors
to my flat.  I opened and shut my apartment door behind me and took a long
drink from the bottle of water in my refrigerator.  The water spilled over my
face and down my perspiration soaked running suit and helped to cool me down.
I sat down on my sofa numbly and stared into space.

Almost absent mindedly I started to stroke my legs and ran my hands over my
breasts.  I was always aroused after a good run or workout and today was no
exception.  I sld my hand down my shorts and touched myself gently.  I felt my
wetness, wholly apart from the sweat that was still dripping off of me.  I
raised my fingers to my mouth and tasted myself, licking my fingers as
though they were lollipops.

I pulled my shirt over my head and gently stroked the tops of my breasts, my
stomach and my arms.  I closed my eyes and pictured myself with a lover, lying
on the beach, making passionate love.  I ran my hands over my bra and felt
chills run through me.  I got up and stood in front of my mirror, stepping out
of my shorts at the same time.  I looked at my half naked body and smiled.
"You are sexy" I said to my reflection, as my hands unhooked the constricting
sports bra I had been wearing.

I let it fall to the floor, next to my shorts and I suddenly felt so much
cooler as my sweat covered breasts felt the air-conditioned coolness of my
living room.  I touched each of my nipples in turn, circling them and then
pinching them, watching them in the mirror as they came to full erect
attention. I continued watching myself in the mirror, turning sideways, first
admiring my flat stomach, then how my ample breasts sat on my otherwise-narrow
frame.  I ran my palms over my tits, squeezed my breasts together, let them
go, and smiled as I watched them fall back into place.
I loved my body - I could spend hours touching myself, examining every crevice
of it, trying to find new erotic zones to please myself or to tell my lovers
about.

I slid down my panties and stood naked in front of my mirror.  I walked
towards it, watching my breasts as I went along.  As I pressed my body against
the mirror, crushing my breasts against the silver glass, I could feel its
cold through my whole body.  I rubbed my body against it and felt my clit
sliding on the glass.

I stepped away and saw that I had left some of my vaginal fluids on the glass.
I knelt down ad licked the mirror where my cunt had been.  I loved the taste
of it and moaned slightly.

I lay down on the floor and spread my legs.  I was able to do a wide split and
exposed my lips fully to the mirror.  I raised my head slightly so I could
watch my fingers disappear into my pussy and watch my thumb massage my now
hard clit.

I felt myself close to orgasm, so I slowed down my self-ministrations.  I
knelt on my hands and knees before the mirror, watching my breasts hang down
and my butt stick up in the air.  I ran a hand over my ass, down the crack.  I
gently spread my asscheeks and found my hole with my fingers.  I massaged my
asshole, gradually working a finger into my ass and slowly slid it in and out
of myself.  My body became tense and I could feel my sphincter pressing back
against my hand.

Yet again I stopped for a moment, to catch my breath and to lengthen the
experience.  I went into my bedroom and came out with a dildo I had bought
some time ago.  I placed it straight up on the floor in front of the mirror
and, still facing the mirror, squatted over it, feeling it penetrate me.  I
held the rubber cock as I slid up and down it slowly at first, and as I needed
the release of orgasm, faster and faster.  As I felt every muscle in me
tighten up as my orgasm started, I rolled onto the floor, fucking myself with
dildo and moaning loudly.

I lay on the floor for a few minutes, catching my breath, feeling the auto-
erotic thrill gradually ebb.  I felt a satisfied smile spreading across my
face and I said to myself "You're a great fuck, Wendy."

The phone rang, disrupting my post-coital satisfaction.  "Shit", I said,
struggling to my feet and I grabbed the phone next to the sofa.

"Hello", I said. "You are a very sexy woman" the man's voice on the other end
replied. "Go to your window", he said.  Shocked, embarrassed and a little
angry, I forgot that I was naked and I walked to the window of my living room
that faced the street.  "Now, straight across and 1 flight up from you." he
said.  I looked up and saw a man standing there, holding a phone.  He looked
at me, smiled and waved.

"You're a bit of an exhibitionist." "How long have you been watching me," I
said, looking up at him, suddenly realizing I was still undressed.  I went
back to the sofa, out of eye's view of the window.  "Oh, don't go away, well,
pretty much since you moved in there.  I have some pictures of you I would
like to show you.  You have quite an active sex life."

I felt a combination of anger and erotic desire swelling up in me - anger at
having been photographed by a stranger without my knowledge and turned on
because I was photographed.  I went back to the window and looked up at him.
"You have such beautiful breasts", he said, "but I think you know that
already.  May I come over?" He seemed handsome and, for all his
voyeurism, he didn't frighten me, so I decided to accede.  "Okay." I said,
"I'm in..." "Apartment 3B, I know.  I'll be over in ten minutes."

I hurriedly put away my dildo and threw my dirty clothes into the hamper.  I
put on a robe and tried to prepare myself to meet someone who had been
watching me for over a year.  I couldn't decide whether to be in a panic or
not, whether I had just risked my life letting a stranger into my apartment.
I wondered which parts of my sex life he had seen, which lovers, which
experiences.
I figured I would soon find out.

Exactly 10 minutes after our conversation, he knocked on my door.  Frightened,
I opened it up.  He was very attractive - 6 feet tall, fit and slender.  He
couldn't have been over 25.  He was wearing blue jeans and a t shirt, carrying
a big envelope under his arm.  He smiled at me.  "My name is Richard, I'm
happy to finally meet you face to face, Wendy." He shook my hand.  I didn't
think much of it at the time, but in retrospect it was a funny thing to do
when you meet someone you've been peeping on for a year!

"These are all the pictures I've taken of you, including negatives.  I want
you to have them."  I took them from him silently and led him into the living
room.  "I think you know this room well," I said.  He laughed, "I hoped you
would have a sense of humor.  Why don't you take a look at them."

We sat down on the sofa with the pictures between us.  I emptied the envelope
of what seemed like hundreds of pictures, all of me, many with other people,
all in states of nakedness or sexual activity.  "Can I offer you some water or
something," I said trying to figure out what to say to him. "Thank you," he
responded.

I went to the kitchen and tried to figure this all out.  I couldn't, but I
knew that unless I did something, I would be under his spell for a long time
and would have to move.  I came back with a glass of water for him.  As I gave
it to him my robe fell open.  I was about to close it, but then realized that
he had seen me naked so many times, it didn't matter. I let it fall open. I
suddenly had an idea.  I let my robe fall to the floor.  I saw him smile and
watch my body.

"There's only one rule, Richard. You can watch me, but don't ever touch me."
I smiled at him and licked my lips.  He smiled back and responded "It's a
deal".

I sat down on the couch again, and picked up the pictures.  He watched me as
I went through them.  I saw pictures of me fucking myself like I had just been
doing, pictures of me with old boyfriends, getting fucked, sucked, giving
head.  There were a lot of pictures of what was the only lesbian experience I
had ever had, a very long and erotic session with the agent who found
this apartment for me.  I smiled at a lot of them, keeping an eye on Richard
the whole time.

"What are you thinking?" He asked.  "That I am a really good porn model."
"You are, you are very sexy and very erotic.  I've loved photographing you."
I smiled and I raised my hands to my breasts, rubbing them over my nipples for
just a second.  He watched and I watched the rise in his pants.  I got off the
sofa to place some distance between us and I continued touching my
breasts, while he watched.  When his hand fell to his own crotch I knew I
had won.

I stopped touching myself.  "It's your turn, Richard." He looked at me,
surprised.  "It's your turn.  Get undressed.  I want to watch you.  It's only
fair." "B..b..but...," he stammered.  "Do it.", I said, or else you'll never
see me naked again."

I sat back in the big chair opposite my sofa and watched him.  I was naked,
with my legs crossed, casually watching him take off his shirt.  He ran his
hands up and down his firm, smooth chest, moaning slightly, biting his lip
slightly.

He undid his jeans and pushed them off, along with his briefs.  His cock
popped out, standing straight up.  He began giving me a show, touching his
cock, his balls.
Running his hands all over himself, he moaned, " I wanna fuck you Wendy".  I
responded "Remember our deal." To keep him excited, I spread my legs apart and
let him see straight up into my pussy. His eyes opened wider at his first
relatively close up view of my pussy.  I slid a finger inside of me, which
evoked a long moan from him.  "When you cum, I would like you to eat it all
up."

While I watched him, aroused from an extent of auto-eroticism which was
comparable to my own, I thought over the pictures he has taken of me, and
wondered what to do after he came.  I was trying to think of something he
hadn't photographed, but which I enjoyed and which would reinforce his lesson.

"Oh god Wendy," he yelled as he began bucking back and forth  as semen began
spurting out of him.  It landed on his hands, his stomach and some even flew
across and landed on my leg.  He stuck his fingers in his mouth and swallowed
his semen.  "Lick it off of my leg." I told him, and he knelt down and licked
the drop that was on my leg.

He lay back on the floor exactly as I had been earlier, catching his breath.
I was aroused and wet beyond words, but I needed to stay in control for at
least a few more minutes.  "I'd like to watch you more often, Richard." I
smiled down at him, and he looked up at me, looking straight up into
my snatch.  He continued stroking his semi-limp cock as he watched my pussy
lips glisten with juices.

"Have I redeemed myself?" He asked, still panting, still stroking himself,
probably absentmindedly.  "Almost," I responded.  I stood up and positioned
the mirror at his feet and stepped back, watching in the mirror as he stared
straight up my cunt.  I felt my juices dripping down my leg as I prepared the
coup de Gras.

"I'm gonna sit on your face, Richard, and I want you to tongue my asshole
like its going out of style."

"Whatever you want, Wendy." He moaned, as I muffled his voice with my ass.
"Yes, Richard, that's how it's going to be.  Whatever I want."  And as I
settled onto his face and felt his mouth on my ass, I let myself go off into
erotic heaven.