She calls!

The ringing phone startled Josh back to life as he suddenly remembered his other victim. He was sure it was Joan calling, and when he picked up the receiver, the caller ID verified it. “Hello,” Josh said confidently as he rose from his feet and entered the hallway. There was some hesitation and silence, but finally Josh heard a faint whisper in the background.

“Hi, it’s me,” Joan answered. She nervously paced downstairs, knowing full well the dangers of getting caught, yet found herself needing to hear his voice. As soon as he said, “Hello,” Joan felt a rush of warmth envelop her body, and a seeming sense that everything was going to be all right. Now here she was in conversation with her secret lover, and didn’t know what to say. She prayed that he would talk, but he didn’t. Another period of silence ensued, when Joan finally relented and offered, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” “Damn,” she cursed to herself. She didn’t want Josh to know how weak she was. She was like that giddy teenager so many years ago, haplessly throwing herself at the guy. That was the reason she had become such a cold hard bitch. Right after she gave up her virginity to him under the bleachers at the prom, he dumped her, and started dating one of the cheerleaders. She swore she would never be another notch on someone’s belt ever again, yet here she was falling prey to his size, charm, strength, and beauty. The only good thing was that he hadn’t dumped her, yet. And besides, the sex was awesome.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” he lied. He knew that’s what she wanted to hear though, as he continued playing his fiddle and plucking her strings. “I got the primer done in the room. Maybe you can come over soon and help me paint?” Josh knew damn well that she’d say yes, just to be with him, even though he had other plans for her.

Joan played right into it. “I’d love to, what time do you want me to come over tomorrow?” She was already building up her anticipation to be with him tomorrow. The air was quickly let out of her sail though when he replied.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Not tomorrow. I’ll be gone most of the day. Maybe Thursday?” Josh knew she’d be boiling for sex if he left her hanging for a day, plus it also gave him time to work on Lee, his target for tomorrow.

“Thursday sounds great,” Joan lied, wanting to be with him tomorrow, now realizing that her day tomorrow would be shot to hell. She knew all too well that she’d be thinking of him all day. She wondered where he had to go. What did he have to do that would keep him away all day? Why couldn’t he be with her tomorrow? “God damn it,” she cursed to herself. She was acting like a jealous girlfriend. All those stupid thoughts were running through her head. She was married. She shouldn’t be concerned what her neighbor was doing, she should be more concerned about what she was doing. Joan had spent so much time analyzing her thoughts that she didn’t realize she wasn’t talking to Josh on the other end of the line.

“Is he sleeping,” Josh asked, knowing that Joan wouldn’t be calling if he was awake. He was ready to push Joan along and weave his control a little tighter.

“Yeah, he’s upstairs in bed,” Joan confessed.

“So what are you doing right now? Where are you?” Josh was setting the lure.

“I’m pacing around the living room.” Joan lowered her voice again to a soft whisper, suddenly realizing that she had momentarily forgotten about Henry sleeping upstairs. She needed to be more careful, otherwise she’d be caught and have a lot of explaining to do. She’d have a lot of lying to do.

“Are you nervous?” Josh prodded.

“A little bit,” Joan exhaled.

“Do you wanna have some fun?” Josh made a sparkle in his voice that Joan immediately picked up on.

She didn’t know what he had in mind, but found herself listening to the little devil on her shoulder whispering into her ear. “Maybe. What do you have in mind?”

Josh moved to the front room on the second floor and sat in a folding chair, looking out the front window at the house across the street. Sitting in the darkness and solitude, he pulled his pecker from his shorts again, and stroked the length back to rigidity. “What are you wearing right now?”

Immediately, Joan’s conscience sent up red flags, and the steel doors of sanity slammed shut. “Why? What are you up to?”

Josh calmed his voice, sensing a bit of resistance, and smooth talked his way through it. “I just want a vision of you in my head as I’m talking to you,” he lied. He was working on the trap, which he would continue doing until Joan became ensnared.

Slowly the steel doors opened back up and the flags were lowered. Joan reasoned that his explanation was reasonable. “The same thing I was wearing when I was over there this morning. Slacks and a blouse.”

“Oh,” Josh exclaimed rather blandly. “Okay. So tell me. What do you wear when you go to bed?”

“Josh! What is with you? Why are you asking me these things?” Joan was getting scared.

Just as calmly as before, Josh weaved his thread of reasoning into Joan, luring her closer and closer to his trap. “When I lie here, alone at night, I’d like to picture you with me.”

That was it! Joan fell, hook, line, and sinker for his bait. Not only was he strong, sexy, dominant, and a great lover, but he was romantic and passionate also! He was the perfect man! Joan’s eyes sparkled with lust and romance as she began daydreaming again.

“So be honest, what do you usually wear to bed every night?” Josh snapped her from her dazed state.

“I have these comfortable flannel pajamas … they’re really … cute.” Just as she finished saying it, she knew it sounded ugly! Sexy women don’t wear flannel pajamas to bed! She hated herself for admitting to such a ‘boring’ fact.

“Flannel pajamas? Sounds rather … frumpy, to me.” Josh replied

Joan knew he was right. It was … “frumpy.” Once she married Henry, the sex life quickly grew thin, and she slowly converted to “comfortable, “frumpy” nightwear. She instantly hated herself for it.

“So, tell me,” Josh continued. “If you were coming to bed with me tonight, what would you pull out of your drawer that would turn me on?” Now the snare was set, and Joan was ready to put one foot into it.

Joan thought for a moment, trying to picture what kind of sexy lingerie she still had stuffed in her drawers. “I’ve got a silk bra and pantie set with a see through negligee,” she quipped, suddenly having pangs of guilt for offering up such personal information. However, her skin startled to tingle unexpectedly, as the mere talk began to stir her womanly passions. She was still nervously pacing around downstairs, chewing on her nails as she did so.

Josh’s voice changed, and he suddenly sounded more animated and jovial, as opposed to sultry and seductive. “Do me a big favor. Go get it and put it on.” If he could convince Joan to do this, he knew Joan would be putty in his hands forever. He needed to tighten his control over her one step at a time, and by the end of tonight, she’d be wondering what the hell she got herself into, yet wouldn’t ever want to leave.

“What?” Joan nearly screamed into the phone, suddenly changing back to a whisper. “You want me to put that on right now? Are you crazy? What if I get caught? What are you up to?” Joan’s head was already spinning. He couldn’t be serious. There was no way she would go get the sexy lingerie from the bottom of her drawer and put it on right now. If Henry wasn’t home, she’d do it in a New York minute, but she couldn’t risk getting caught. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest as it began pounding faster at the mere prospect.

Josh returned to his seductive tone, calmly soothing Joan, lying his way through the explanation, so that it sounded tempting to Joan. “I just thought maybe you could tell me how it felt as the silk caressed your skin, and the see through top made you even more enticing. It would help my picture of you be much clearer.”

Joan swore she could almost feel the silk rubbing against her skin as Josh explained his request. Her skin tingled even more as an image formed in her head. She could see herself standing seductively in Josh’s bedroom doorway, wearing the sexy undergarments. She could see his hungry eyes devour her body, every inch of his fiber wanting her. She could even see his cock rise in anticipation of her hot body. “God,” she swore to herself, he was making her crazy. But he was also turning her on! “You’re nuts,” she hissed into the phone, already moving toward the stairs, having made up her mind to go along with his crazy request. Her heart was racing as she crept quietly up the steps to the second landing.

“Come on,” Josh pleaded, “do it for me.”

“Sssshhh,” Joan quickly snapped back in a low whisper, just before tiptoeing into the bedroom where Henry lay sleeping.

Josh knew she was doing it! She was all his. The rest was going to be very easy from here on. He just loved the mind games he was playing with the unsuspecting neighbor, who continually fell into every trap he set. He’d reel her in, and let her swim, only to reel her in again. Eventually, he knew, he’d cut her loose. She’d probably turn into a basket case, but he didn’t care. Right now it was all about having his fun. He listened intently through the phone, actually hearing what sounded like the dresser drawer opening, a tiny, long drawn out squeak of wood against wood. He heard some indiscernible sounds after that, assuming that Joan was rifling through the drawer to get the items she had mentioned. He heard the same sounds as the drawer closed, followed shortly by another creaking sound and the distinctive click of a lock.

“I must be crazy for listening to you,” Joan almost inaudibly whispered into the phone.

Josh knew her better than she knew herself. “Are you in your bathroom?” She replied she was. Don’t you have another room you can change in? One you don’t have to be so quiet in?” Phase two was falling into place.

Joan was amazed she hadn’t thought of that. All this danger was clouding her usually reasoning judgment. She wasn’t thinking clearly, giving up all control to Josh, though part of her seemed to thrive on it. “Hang on,” she whispered as she unlocked the door and padded softly across the thick carpeted floor into the hallway. Joan looked up and down the hallway, looking for the best room to go to. The furthest room made the most sense, so Joan headed to the seldom used spare bedroom, closed the door behind her and turned on the light. “Okay … whew,” Joan breathed heavily into the phone.

Josh was smiling ear to ear as he saw the two windows directly across the street illuminate behind the closed curtains. “Cool,” Josh responded. “Now change into the outfit, and tell me when you’re done.” Josh was stroking his cock up and down, slowly keeping himself primed as he strained to look for any shadows in the windows.

Joan’s heart was still thumping so hard that it was difficult for her to breathe. The near danger was so exhilarating, it made her blood flow. She had never felt so alive, and yet so wicked. She sat on the twin bed, that hadn’t been used since her mother came to visit last. She shucked her clothes in record time and slipped into the sexy outfit. She was giddy, excited, and scared all at the same time, but it felt great. She loved the sensations traveling through her body and paid no attention to the angel of reason sitting on her shoulder, trying to restrain her behavior. She picked up the phone, “Hello?”

“I’m still here,” Josh reassured her. “Are you wearing your outfit?”

“Yeah,” she huskily breathed into the phone.

“Tell me about it, now that it’s on your body. Tell me every little detail, like what color is it, and what it feels like.” Josh easily pushed her into it.

Joan looked at her body as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her knees were quaking, but she found the resolve to appease Josh’s curiosity. “Its all black,” she started. The panties are silk and tied at the sides with strings.” She looked at her crotch a little closer. “They don’t cover much,” she confessed. “The bra is pretty skimpy also. It’s silk and has tiny rose lace around the top edges. The top is long sleeved with ruffles at the wrist, and there’s a sash silk sash wrapped around my waist. It’s sheer and doesn’t hide anything.”

“That sounds delicious,” Josh complemented. “I can almost picture you wearing that. So tell me. How does it make you feel?”

Joan thought for a brief second as she let her mind digest and process all the sensations of the lingerie on her skin. “Sexy.”

“Does it make you … hot? How about a little horny?” Josh inquired

Joan half giggled, catching her near outburst. “Yeah,” she playfully admitted.

“Are your nipples hard?” Josh knew this might set things back a bit, but he was willing to take the risk. Joan played right into it, admitting that they were a little bit hard. “Touch them. Tell me how hard they are. Are they getting harder?”

Joan couldn’t resist obeying him. She was already staring at the rising bumps beneath the black silk. She took her free hand and lightly grazed over her now aching breast, longing for some kind of physical contact. Joan gasped as the jolt of electricity passed from the palm of her hand through her tit to her thumping heart. God, it was growing … and getting harder! Her breathing was now more noticeable over the phone as she moved her hand to her other scantily clad breast, experiencing the same reaction. “Yes,” she panted heavily into the phone, watching her nipples create very noticeable peaks, tenting the silk and the sheer top.

“You sound really hot and horny. Are you? Are you getting wet?”

“Oh God, yes!” Joan could already feel her juices filling her pussy as her body reacted to the unique stimuli. Her lover’s voice on the phone and her hand caressing her body, were definitely bringing her desires to feverish pitches. Her eyes were fluttering as her body trembled from the slight contact. The silk material heightened her senses, as it slid softly across her heaving breasts. She could feel her panties growing damp with the moisture seeping from her flooded insides. She was almost ready to start masturbating; already figuring that’s what Josh wanted her to do. “I’m so fucking horny,” she rasped noisily into the receiver.

“Oh my god,” Josh exclaimed. “I have got to see you right now!”

Joan misinterpreted what he meant. “What? You want me to come over there right now?” She sounded concerned. However, she was so worked up and randy that she would have if he had said yes. She’d just throw on an overcoat, and run across the street barefoot. She’d run through the door, dropping her coat on the floor and leap into his strong arms. All he had to do is say ‘YES!’ She was actually shocked and disappointed when she heard him say “No.”

“It’s too dangerous,” he added. “But I do have to see you. Why don’t you open the curtains?”

Joan lost all her desires in that split second! It was if the waves came to an immediate standstill. “What?” She screamed, suddenly remembering Henry down the hallway. She returned to a whisper, “ I can’t … the neighbors …”

Josh interrupted her reasoning. “C’mon. You don’t have to stand in the window. Just open the curtains. I’m the only one who’ll be able to see inside the room.”

Just as quickly as her lustful desires had washed away, a warm soothing wave of warm water enveloped her body. She was feeling horny again and quickly returned to her previous level of arousal. She was gently massaging her aching breasts as she considered his request. This was so wicked, she told herself. But that’s what made it so exciting. Danger, lust, sex, and adventure all rolled together to make this unique encounter that much more enticing. She wanted to please him, to give him what he wanted, to make him want her, and to relieve her incredibly building pressure. “I don’t know,” she said as she stood nervously in front of the curtained window that separated her from his voyeuristic view. She already had her hand on the rod that would pull them open when Josh pleaded for her obedience, saying that she sounded so hot, that he just had to see her sexy body. It was enough to stoke her ego, giving her the impetus to yank the curtains to the side, giving Josh his first unobstructed view of the tiny guest room. Joan stood nervously off to the side, out of view of any possible onlookers, including Josh. Once more, her heart was thumping in her heart as she slowly moved into Josh’s view near the back of the room. As soon as Josh caught a glimpse of Joan he whistled in appreciation. The wolf whistle sent a pleasant tingle up and down Joan’s spine as she relaxed, posing for Josh.

“Oh my,” Josh exclaimed, “much more enticing than I had imagined.” It really wasn’t, he was just feeding Joan’s ego, slowly prodding her into her ultimate subjugation for the night. “You wouldn’t believe how hard I am right now, just looking at you.” Josh had his binoculars pinned on his subject as he continued talking to her. “Touch yourself again, like you were doing before. Make believe I’m there with you.”

Joan’s eyes fluttered, knowing full well that this is ultimately what Josh wanted. But she was so trapped in his lure that she truly believed it was what she wanted also. She desperately wanted to please herself, which would please him also. She was delirious with desire, her adrenaline racing from the incipient danger. She could be caught by Henry; she could be caught by some peeping tom other than Josh; or worse yet, caught by one of her neighbors. Somehow, though, Josh made her feel safe. Her hands massaged her chest, feeling the hard nipples press into her palms as she nestled the phone between her head and shoulder. She rubbed the fine silk into her heated skin, relishing the soft, gentle, smooth sensations that the material gave her. Her aching tits could take no more teasing though, they needed direct contact. Joan didn’t hesitate reaching one hand under the thin triangular patch of fabric to press flesh against flesh, imagining it was Josh’s hand slipping into her nightie. Joan was getting weak in the legs and flopped back onto the bed along the back wall, still rolling her ripe melon in her outstretched hand. Now that she was comfortable atop the bed, Joan pulled the orb from the flimsy confines of the skimpy top, wedging the silk string under the firm globe of flesh. She quickly freed the second breast in the same manner, openly mauling the supple mounds, tweaking her nipples into rock hard mountainous peaks. Joan was lost in her own little private world now. She was totally incognizant of any of her surroundings, totally centered on her imagination and pleasing herself as she pushed herself along without any urging from Josh.

“Oh my, that’s it. Keep going baby, you’re making me hot.” Josh’s words were enough encouragement for Joan to continue. Joan pushed her hands over her heaving stomach and quickly delved one under the small triangular patch of fabric. “Ooh, I bet you’re wet,” Josh offered, getting a sighing moan from Joan as she pushed a long finger into the slippery sheath.

“Mmm hmm,” Joan purred into the phone once her finger was buried to the hilt. Slowly and deliberately, she stroked the thin finger in and out, using its full length to stimulate her insides. The feelings sweeping through her body were more intense than they had ever been before. Her adrenaline was flowing as fast as her blood was pumping, speeding her faster and faster toward her climax. By the time Joan was thrusting her two middle fingers into her snatch, her panties had bunched up into her quivering ass. The phone dropped silently onto the bed as Joan used her free hand to pull her panties to the side, giving Josh a clear view of the sucking petals, and easing the entry of Joan’s rapidly thrusting digits. Joan did her best to restrain her cries, as the volume rose to meet her heightened plateau. Joan’s chest was rising and falling quickly, as her shallow breathing matched her racing heart rate. Her hand was moving at blurring speeds, her palm slapping against her crotch with every thrust. The obvious sounds floated through the phone line and into Josh’s ear, convincing him that Joan would explode shortly.

Josh faked everything, saving his energies for tomorrow. However, he was certain to wrap Joan in his tightly woven web. “That’s it,” he gasped. “Oh my god … I’m gonaa … yes … ungh … umph… I’m gonna … oh, boy… here I … CUMMMMMMMMMMM.” He screamed into the phone, igniting the fireworks inside of Joan.

Joan heard him mumbling the entire time, exciting her even further. The moment she heard him scream, she exploded with such fury that she convulsed upon the bed. At the very same instant, another burst of adrenaline shot through her body when she realized the voice coming from the receiver could wake the dead. She grabbed the phone as she continued flailing, imagining the hot spunk filling her insides. She cupped her hand over the ear-piece, trying to listen for any movement or sounds coming from down the hallway. Unfortunately, the only thing Joan could hear was her rapid breathing and her pounding heart, ringing in her ears. That only worried her more, making the sensation even more tenuous as it ever so slowly ebbed away. Joan sat motionless, her lingerie in disheveled entanglement on her prone form, lying atop the bed. “Oh Jesus,” she breathed into the phone, after recovering somewhat.

“That was incredible. We have to do it again.” Josh continued his wonderful web design. “Can I call you when I get back in tomorrow?” He knew there was no way Joan would allow that. It was way too dangerous. If he knew Joan like he though he did, she’d say …

“No way,” Joan exhaled. “The phone’s right next to Henry’s side of the bed!” Joan thought for a moment then offered, “I can call you again, if you want?”

Exactly what Josh wanted! “Okay. But I don’t know when I’ll be home.” Josh hesitated, just to let Joan wiggle. “Hey, I got an idea.” He waited to make sure he had Joan’s full attention. He rattled off his idea to Joan very quickly. “Tell you what … tomorrow I want you to put something very sexy on in the morning. Then dress as you normally would for the rest of the day. I want you to think of me, waiting to see you in the sexy outfit you picked out, as you go about your day. Then tomorrow night, at exactly midnight, come back into the room and do a slow, sensuous, teasing, strip dance for me. I’ll be waiting and watching. When you’re done stripping, play with yourself, just like you did tonight. Don’t call me until it’s all over!” He hung up the phone and watched Joan’s face from across the street as the turmoil and confusion set in.

Joan was about to scream back at Josh, but he had hung up. Damn him! He left her hanging on such a thin thread, yet she still couldn’t deny the way her body tingled. She was confused, though she understood his request. She wasn’t sure if she’d follow through with it though. She had never done anything so perverted in her life. As she sat there, still recovering, she reminded herself that she had never done anything so perverted in her life, as she just did over the past half hour. A bit of shame began to wash over her body as she realized the level of depravity she had fallen to. She readjusted her exotic clothing and rose from the cushioned bed. She crept along the hidden wall and closed the curtains, peering through a small opening, staring intently at the dark house across the street. She wondered if she could get up enough energy to go along with his insane plan. She drifted quietly out of the room, back to her bathroom and changed into her normal “frumpy” outfit, burying her funky smelling lingerie under the dirty clothes already in the hamper.