s*x Chained

The Escape

Chapter 8

Lowering her binoculars, Nat tried to imagine her boss' bedroom, and formed a mental picture of a bachelor's paradise with a king-sized bed, red Egyptian cotton sheets and a black satin duvet. Red and black. Yes! She could see Chris decorating his private sanctuary with those hues—rich, vibrant, bold, handsome colors and certainly a match to his effervescent personality.

What a minute! Nat didn't feel licked yet! After running back to her car to stow her gear, she started back to the condo. The outer walls had been surfaced with a pebbled texture and contained a pattern of brick blocks in outer relief. If she could scale the blocks... Nat could reach her boss' bedroom window on the third story. A faux wrought iron balcony bridged the window, and Nat felt she could hold on and try to peer through the crack in the curtains.

Like a black cat, she started to climb, slowly at first until she felt more comfortable with toeing the blocks and crevices. Within minutes, Nat reached the iron balcony and leaned across until she could peer between the narrow slit in the curtains. Thankfully, the couple had not turned off the bedside lamp, thus giving Nat a fair view of their efforts, as well as her boss' rather standardized bedroom. No black and red here, but he had decorated his love nest with hunter green and mint accents.

Nat observed Merrill between Chris' splayed legs on the bed, obviously in the midst of giving him a blow job. As the blond bobbed her head, her hair fanned across her lover's firm thighs. Merrill worked in a steady rhythm as she sucked and nibbled, while Chris fluttered his eyes and whipped his head back in supreme delight. For a moment, Natalie pictured herself between those strong, sinewy legs, his c**k clutched possessively in her hand. Her mouth would work greedily to suck his tip like the most delectable of sweet lollipops, while her fingers ran up and down that magnificent shaft.

Suddenly, Merrill ceased her efforts, and rose up like a sleek blond tigress. Straddling him, she brought her herself over Chris' extended and engorged d**k, grasped it with her fingers then plunged him inside. Once impaled, she started to rock and shimmy, and Chris placed his hands on both slim hips. They worked together now, Merrill a wild dervish as she thrashed and bucked, while Chris arched into her to provide the friction she needed to surge to the top. When she did come, the blond shuddered and kneaded the smooth, hard surface of her lover's chest. Moments later she slid away, and Nat's boss took up the next phase of their lovemaking.

Turning Merrill over, Chris positioned her on all fours so he could take her from behind Nat watched, fascinated, as her boss gripped his member and plunged inside. Now as he thrust in and out, his whole body gleamed with a thin patina of sweat, every muscle strained, his buttocks like perfect twin globes of bisque flesh.

Natalie licked her lips, her own body a bonfire of desire as she watched this meshing of beautiful bodies. If she held any doubts about her voyeuristic adventure into erotic waters, they quickly vanished when she observed her boss in all his glory.

"Hey you, up there!"

The man's voice from the sidewalk below almost made Natalie slip and loose her balance. Desperate, she glanced around to find a quick means of escape. She eyed the nearby poplar tree, lunged for it, grasped a hefty bough and swung her dark form into the leafy branches. Glancing down, she saw the man below move back and forth as he tried to find her in the branches. Damn!!! The last thing Nat wanted was to be caught in the act of spying on her boss!

By the time the man went for his cell phone to call the authorities, Nat had shimmied down the tree and sprinted across the lawn. She didn't stop until she reached the Honda hidden behind the pink weigela bushes. Her fingers shook uncontrollably as she tried to grab her car key from her pocket and find the button to open the car door. When she finally managed to do just that, Nat quickly slid behind the steering wheel and tried to control her ragged breathing. She dared to glance up, just to make sure the man who had seen her voyeuristic attempts to spy on Chris hadn't followed her. Thankfully, Nat saw no one on the deserted street ahead. A nearby street lamp bathed her windshield in a silvery-dark glow. She started the engine and then eased her car toward the street.

As she drove and slowly worked her lungs in and out to finally steady her breathing, Nat knew she had to put her plan into motion before it was too late. Her need for Chris O'Connell had worked itself into a tempest of raging emotions. If she didn't have him soon, if she didn't conquer his will and make him want her, Nat felt as if she would burst into a million brittle, useless and unloved pieces. Her plan would work... it had to work... she could not fail!