Perfect View – Chapter 1

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Copyright 2007 Savannah Chase

Chapter 1

It was Friday, and instead of getting ready to go out for the one and only date she’d had in months, Hope was at home, very much alone, and without a date. The guy called her twenty minutes ago and cancelled. Reason given was that something came up. What came up was in the form of another woman; she’d heard her giggle in the background from wherever he was calling from.

Passing by her balcony, Hope caught sight of Sawyer standing at his window. He was glancing her way – she was sure of it. He’s a guy who lives in the adjacent building. She’d crushed on him from the first time she’d laid eyes on the man as she was walking down the street. It wasn’t until a few days later that she found out he lived across the street from her.

She’d never built up the nerve to talk to him; they’d only flirted as they passed each other by. A wink here, a coy smile there. Never words, just looks. Looks that spoke for themselves. The last time she saw him was a few days ago. She’d caught him watching her during an intimate moment.

It been so long since she’d had sex with a man, and there’s only so long one could go before sexual frustration kicked in. She was very much past that point; she had reached sexual desperation. So she decided to take matters into her own hands.

When she caught him watching she didn’t give her discovery away. It was flattering, and an even bigger turn on that he was looking at her. There was no embarrassment about the whole thing. Especially since it was him she was imagining as her body surrendered and screamed in pleasure. Sawyer was her deepest fantasy that she craved, but was afraid to have. Until she built up the courage to do anything about it, all she had was herself and her treasure chest full of toys to keep her body satisfied.

Hope was getting ready to change back into her casual clothes when the door bell rang. All the effort she had put in to looking extra special, and unfortunately there was nowhere to go. Looking out the peep hole, she saw a delivery guy holding a package in one hand, and a clipboard in the other.

“I have a delivery for Hope Denver,” he said as she opened the door.

“That’s me, but can I ask where it is from?” Hope replied. She hadn’t ordered anything, so she wasn’t expecting any packages to arrive.

The driver scanned his clipboard for the information she requested. “It seems that the package is from across the street. Now please sign here next to the x,” he replied and pointed to the middle of the page where she was to sign.

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Sawyer ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair as he stood at the window glancing at the building that stood across from his. He’d been standing there a good five minutes looking at the woman who lived in apartment 805. She wasn’t just any woman; this was Hope. This was the woman he wanted from the first day he saw her pass him by on the sidewalk just in front of his building. It also didn’t help the fact that a few days ago he stumbled upon her alone in her room pleasuring herself. The moment he happened to catch her, he knew he shouldn’t have watched but he couldn’t tear away.

Never had he observed a woman masturbate, but the way her hands roamed her body was intoxicating. Her fingers slowly caressed her breasts and teased them before her fingers crept to her pussy. She worked her body like a fine-tuned instrument and that produced music in the form of cries of pleasure he only wished he could hear. A porn flick had nothing on what he’d seen.

All the action through the windows resulted in a little hand action of his own as he watched her.
He wasn’t a peeping tom or anything, and never had he done something like this before, but with Hope it was different. She made him want to watch, but only her.

This time he had a reason to stand and look her way; he wanted to see if the gift he’d sent her would get to her tonight as promised. Walking by the shop it automatically caught his eye: the pink blow-up chair that came with a little something extra, a matching pink dildo.

He still couldn’t believe he’d purchased it and sent it to her as a gift.

He could only imagine her body rocking back and forth, up and down, as the pink cock impaled her.

Man would I give anything to be that pink dildo instead.

Continuing to observe, he saw Hope reappear holding a brown box – the brown box he’d sent. The package had actually made it.

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