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Alicia was in a very mischievous mood as she waited for the train to pull into the subway station. Monday mornings usually guaranteed that commuters are gloomier, sleepier, and less enthusiastic than any other day of the work week. Alicia, however, felt the opposite. Each passenger had the potential to provide her a sexual thrill. She enjoyed flashing bits of her body to the unsuspecting and lethargic riders of the underground rail system. Their reaction to catching a glimpse of her inner thighs, or a bit too much of her cleavage, was always more animated, and more pleasing to her, when a potential voyeur was suddenly snapped out of their ‘commuter coma’. She would pretend that she was unaware that she was exposing too much skin, or the reactions of anyone fortunate enough to witness her premeditated, lascivious display. But, their reactions never went unnoticed to Alicia. Although she never made direct eye contact with anyone that couldn’t help but sneak quick, clandestine peaks at her body. She was aware of their eyes on her. She could sense the heat of their stare. The thought of a complete stranger looking between her legs to catch a glimpse of her panties, or glaring down her blouse at her large breasts, provided Alicia a most satisfying tingling sensation in her clit. It was a dirty, adventitious game that she enjoyed playing whenever the lewd opportunity presented itself. ‘Jerk off material’ she would say to herself when she was in a naughty mood. Her exhibitionism was not exclusive to the public transit system. Alicia liked to play her dirty game at work, also. The cubicle where her desk was located faced the office’s kitchen. It was an annoyance for some of her co-workers. Being seated close to a high traffic area meant frequent interruptions. The motion of bodies caught in their peripheral vision, and hearing partial conversations, had the potential of be annoying distractions. To Alicia, what was an annoyance to most was an opportunity to feel the satisfying tingle in her clit. If a co-worker walked past her desk and stared as she innocently adjusted her skirt, top, or stockings that did not require adjusting, Alicia would sense their eyes where she directed them to. It made no difference to her if the voyeur was male or female. The effect between her legs was always the same, and always welcome. Alicia undid the top three buttons of her blouse as she rode up the crowded escalator on the subway platform on her commute home that Monday. She was feeling friskier than usual. It had been over eight months since she had been fucked. Her boyfriend had ended their relationship abruptly and rather callously. Citing, feeling suffocated by Alicia as the reason he had to end their relationship. Alicia didn’t believe the explanation that he had provided her. It wouldn’t have been the first time she had caught him in a lie. She wasn’t in a hurry to jump into another relationship. She decided to focus on her career for a few years. She was young, and had her whole life ahead of her. The few dates she had been asked on, and accepted, since, all ended with no sexual contact. A small vibrator and a medium sized, purple, glass dildo suited her needs just fine for the time being. She grinned to herself as she popped the third button of her blouse and thought of the toys in her dirty drawer that were waiting to provide her release, while she thought back to the countless eyes that had secretly roamed over her body. Her commute home turned out to be a frustrating and disappointing one. The train she was on had to be taken out of service, because of a mechanical issue. All of its passengers were asked to exit it. The crowded platform was not ideal for Alicia’s dirty game. Neither was the next train that she boarded. It was much too crowded for passengers to be able to view what Alicia was putting on display. When Alicia arrived at her townhouse, she rummaged through her large purse for the key to her front door. She ached to feel the humming of her vibrator on her clit as she fucked the glass dildo in and out of her dripping, needful pussy. She noticed a folded leaf of paper wrapped around a pay-as you-go cell phone, held in place by a rubber band. “What the…?” Alicia mumbled to herself and grabbed the mystery cell phone. She removed the rubber band and unfolded the leaf of paper. There was a handwritten message on it. ‘You enjoy being watched. I enjoy watching. Perhaps, we can engage in a game. Perhaps, we could reach an arrangement and take our fetishes to the next level, with satisfying results for the both of us? The cell phone I slipped into your purse has my contact number. Text me if you are interested. If I am correct in my observation of you, not knowing who is watching you will take your arousal to never before experienced intensity and heights.’ Alicia became a bit unsettled by the message. She opened her front door, stepped inside, and locked it behind her. She made her way upstairs to her bedroom, disrobed, left her clothes and heels in a messy pile on the floor, and sat on almanbahis her bed. She turned on the cell phone and launched the Contacts app. True to the note, there was a lone contact. She thought back to the last time she looked in her purse, prior to finding the note and cell phone. It was at the entrance of the King Street subway station, when she took out a token to pay the fare. That meant that whoever slipped the note and phone in her purse, had to have done so sometime on the subway ride, or on the crowded platform. Alicia jumped off her bed and bolted to the large bay window of her bedroom. She pulled the curtain away from the edge of the window frame just enough to peak at the outside world with one eye. She scanned the parked cars on her street for any occupants inside them. She twisted her head and looked over to the parkette, directly across the street. There were a few kids playing on the swings, and a two women sitting on a bench having a conversation. She spotted nothing out of the ordinary. She made her way downstairs to her kitchen. A glass of wine would help take the edge off the anxiety she was filled with. She walked straight to the stainless-steel semi-round step trash can, and stomped on its pedal. The lid flew open, and Alicia threw the note and cell phone into the garbage. She looked at the crumpled piece of paper for a few seconds, and then pushed it deeper into the trash, as an act of defiance to what she was made to feel by the anonymous author of its content. Alicia opened her fridge, grabbed an open bottle of white wine, pulled the cork off, and took a mouthful straight from the bottle. “Fuck you, asshole,” she muttered under her breath. She took another swig of wine from the bottle, and laughed to herself. “You might have over-reacted, girl,” she said out loud. As the wine calmed her nerves, she began to try to deduce who could have placed the cell phone and note in her purse. Surely, it must have been someone known to her, it was only logical to assume that. Perhaps, one of the men she had been on a date with, or, a work colleague. She could not possibly fathom that it was a complete stranger. As she reached for a wine glass from the dish-rack, her eyes darted to the trash can. Alicia was determined not to allow the note to rattle her. She poured wine into her glass and leaned her butt against the kitchen counter as she took a sip. The more she thought about the note, the angrier she became. She also tried to ignore the hint of arousal beginning to brew, and the slight tingle between her legs. “How dare you?” she thought out loud, a reprimand to the anonymous author of the note. Alicia grabbed the bottle of wine, and made her way upstairs to run a hot bath. She would soak in hot, lilac scented water, enjoy her wine, and then make a decision as to how to deal with the creepy stranger, and his absurd request. The scented, hot water soothed Alicia’s body and mind, and the wine helped quiet her nerves. A few minutes of therapeutic soaking had relaxed her enough to become aroused. The hot bath water was near painful on her pussy. Alicia slowly lifted one leg out of the tub, and let her toes dangle lazily, inches from the bathroom floor. The spreading of her legs parted her pussy lips, allowing the hot water to gently lap at her sensitive inner folds and clit. She moaned, and slightly arched her back at the fiery stimulation between her legs. One hand teasingly made its way over her breasts, belly, and cupped her pussy. Alicia bit her lip and held her breath as her fingers rubbed, and circled over her clit. She became incredibly aroused by the heat of the water over her entire body. She closed her eyes and rolled one nipple between her finger and thumb. The fingers of her other hand continued to work on her slippery, throbbing opening. She pressed her fingers harder into her tingling flesh, in slow, deliberate circles that traced the shape of her opening. She ached to plunge two fingers inside her, but did not give in to the temptation, allowing her arousal to build and store more sexual tension and energy in every muscle of her body. She thought back to the lascivious looks she had received during her commute to work. A shiver shot through her as she imagined the men’s cocks twitching, and growing hard, beneath the confines of their pants, as they sneaked peaks at what she so unashamedly had put on display for them. And of the women’s moisture and heat that had built up in their pussies, as they ogled between Alicia’s slightly parted legs. She could feel the searing heat of each set of hungry eyes that had leered at her. Alicia slid the pad of her index finger the full length of her throbbing slit, tortuously slow. The electric, tingling sensation she expected to shoot from her clit into her belly was much more intense than usual. It thrilled her to feel such a sudden and intense sexual response. Suddenly, and without warning, the stranger’s offer filled her thoughts. Alicia became very angry, expecting the unwelcome and random thought would spoil almanbahis yeni giriş her state of arousal. To her surprise, it didn’t. Also to her surprise, it increased her arousal to a level which she had never before experienced. “Fuuuck!” she gurgled, on the cusp of an orgasm that had unexpectedly spiked at a break neck speed. Alicia quickly removed her hand from her pussy and crossed her legs, in hopes of staving off the orgasm that threatened to rip through her. It was much too soon, she wanted to relish the new found feelings and sensations much longer. Allow them to build, and store more sexual energy in every muscle of her quivering body, till she was consumed by it, and the only sensation that her body cried out for, was the desperate and violent need to cum. It was beyond her control, she erupted as never before. Her pussy contracted and twitched, sending exquisite sensations of pain and pleasure from her head to her curled toes. “Nooo!” she screamed as she rode the monstrous tidal wave of her orgasm. She thrashed her crossed legs in unison, sending the bath water splashing out of the bathtub, as she grabbed at her breasts with a white knuckle grip. As her orgasm slowly subsided, Alicia took quick, deep breaths, and exhaled slowly. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, she could hear it pounding in her ears, and feel the pumping of her blood in her swollen pussy and clit, and in her tight rosebud. Mixed emotions riddled Alicia when her mind was able to hold a thought again. Anger, quickly became the most prevalent. She was angry at the anonymous author of the note, for being so brazen and impudent. And at herself, for having allowed a creepy stranger to have had such a profound and surprisingly arousing effect on her. She stepped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around her, and made her way to the kitchen. She was going to give the creepy stranger a piece of her mind. Leave him with no doubt that she no way in hell had any intention of playing whatever twisted, perverted game he had in mind. Alicia retrieved the cell phone from the garbage, and navigated to its text app. She tapped the only contact number available, and typed. “Listen here, asshole. I’m not impressed. You don’t scare me, let that sink into your sick mind, buddy! I find you repulsive, a coward, and someone that requires professional help. Oh, and fuck you!” Alicia felt a deep sense of satisfaction as she tapped the send button on the cell phone’s screen. “That’s the end of that,” she chuckled to herself as she placed the cell phone on the kitchen counter, and poured herself another glass of wine. A moment later, the cell phone vibrated on the counter. Alicia became enraged at the thought of the stranger having the nerve to contact her again. She picked up the cell phone and read the reply. “I am pleased to know that my note has not frightened you in any way. If you are not interested in experiencing more intense and thrilling sensations, I will respect your decision and cease communication with you immediately. I will allow you to call me one time. If you wish, you may call me now, and say what you need to say. I will reply via text.” Alicia shook her head and laughed in disbelief at his audacity. She tapped the phone number on the screen. She was determined to tear whoever was on the other end of the line another asshole. The ringing stopped; the creep on the other end of the line could hear her. “Listen here, jerk off. I am not interested in anything you have to say to me, let alone play along with any kind of sick and twisted sexual fantasy you might have. I don’t know what you might believe you know about me, but I assure you; you got it wrong, very wrong. I probably know you. Maybe we work together. Maybe we went out on a date, and you’re sore that I didn’t let you in my pants. But, I was upfront with anyone that I went on a date with. I made it crystal clear, beforehand, that I do not fuck on the first date.” Alicia took a sip of wine and waited for a text reply. The cell phone vibrated, again. She read the text. “You are incorrect in all you have deduced and assumed about me. We have never met, or have been formally introduced. My primary interest in you does not involve fucking. I am merely offering you an opportunity to explore your attraction to exhibitionism. No offense intended, but, I know it can be much more rewarding for you. I am sure that the sexual arousal you experience from being looked at, as you deliberately place yourself on display, is very satisfying to you, and makes for adequate masturbation fodder. I only offered you an opportunity to feel more. That was the extent and intent of my offer.” Alicia laughed and snapped back, “You are a special kind of asshole, aren’t you? Do you see yourself as some benevolent, perverted Santa Claus, with a sack full of Louboutinesque orgasms you gift to poor, little, helpless girls like me, who you believe don’t have a clue on how to get off? How could you possibly know me if we don’t travel in the same circles?” “I am saddened. almanbahis giriş It appears that I have gravely misjudged you, and your sense of adventure. I believed you to be bolder, more of a risk taker. I would like you to know that you look especially lovely in your royal blue blouse and matching bra. Blue, is definitely your color. I will save you the time to think back on when you last wore it, it was last Wednesday. As to where I noticed you, I will not provide you that information. Please accept my apology for causing you any distress. Truly, that was not my intention. I will not contact you again. You have my word as a gentleman.” Alicia hesitated to reply. The tone of the stranger’s replies, although they were only typed text on a cell phone’s screen, seemed sincere. There was no arrogance or malice in the words he chose. Against her better judgement, she asked him a question instead of ending the call. “First off, gentlemen don’t creep ladies out. Tell me where you saw me, creep?” she hissed her words at the cell phone. “You will forgive me; I will not answer that question. I take my anonymity very serious. I sincerely apologize if I have caused you any distress. As you wish, rest assured I will never disturb you again. Good bye,” the text read. Alicia was confused by the slight disappointment and panic she felt at the possibility of never communicating with the stranger again. She quickly replied, “You didn’t scare me. Cowards don’t frighten me, and they certainly don’t arouse me. You’re a liar, along with being a creep.” She held her breath as she stared at the cell phone screen and hoped that the call would not end. “How so? I have been truthful with you, even if you do not believe me.” The white text popped onto the screen, and Alicia exhaled. “You didn’t wait for me to finish tearing you a new asshole,” Alicia replied sternly. “At least give me that, after being an asshole to me. Allow me say what I want to say, and end the call when I want to end it. You owe me that much.” “Forgive me. You are correct. I will listen to what you say to me, and wait for you to end the call.” Alicia read the text and remained silent. A small aftershock from the intense orgasm she had experienced no more than a few moments ago, traveled from her clit into her belly, and tingled slowly up her spine. The shiver made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She suddenly felt an anomalous connection to the stranger. It was because of him, after all, that her orgasm had been so incredibly intense. “What if I want to contact you? Just to remind you how big of a dick you are. It would be at any time of my choosing, and, I would expect you to reply, and to grovel for my forgiveness. Not that I would ever forgive you for being a dick to me. Don’t you think you owe me that, too?” Alicia boldly asked. Her tone exaggerated how angry she really felt. She grinned to herself as she waited for a reply. His reply appeared on the screen. “I have apologized to you already. And, I do not grovel. If reminding me of how I misread you is something that you need to get out of your system, I am at your service.” Alicia chuckled to herself and took a sip of wine, before she replied, “You are serious? You would allow me to call or text you, to tear you a new asshole, at my whim?” “Yes, I would. There would come a time when you would have no doubt that I will never contact you again, and my only interest was in the possibility of allowing each other to feed off our differing, yet related fetishes. It would ease my mind knowing that you would never again give me a second thought. That you would carry on as you have been, prior to me contacting you.” Instead of taking the opportunity to end the conversation, and against her better judgement, Alicia asked, “Have you ever done this to anyone else?” “Yes, they were much more receptive to my offer than you have been,” the stranger texted back. “Other women have agreed to your offer? I find that very hard to believe,” she snapped back. “They all agreed. None of the others were as incensed by my offer as you appear to be. Clearly, they possessed a much stronger attraction to being watched than you do.” “What do you get out of it? You claim that your intentions are purely altruistic, but I don’t believe you. What’s your angle?” Alicia warily asked. “I get much out of it. It is very arousing to watch a woman who has not an inkling of who I am, put herself on display for me, and perform what I ask. Once I feel a woman trusts me enough, I ask that she allow me into her bedroom, and that she masturbate for me, wearing a blindfold, of course.” Alicia asked, “You don’t have wife or a girlfriend that can play your twisted little game with you? Why freak out unsuspecting women?” “As beautiful as the idea of finding one’s soul mate resonates in us, unfortunately, it is a rare occurrence. We all at one time in our lives have hoped to meet that one special person that we are so powerfully attracted to, and could trust absolutely, that we could never be tempted by the fruit of any other. As I ventured deeper into my attraction to voyeurism, I discovered that what I found more fascinating is two people locking eyes for the first time, and each wanting the other for instant sexual gratification.