Megan's Fall from Grace

Meg's heels clicked rhythmically against the polished floor of the corridor, each step echoing slightly in the quiet hallway. The late hour had emptied the building of most of its residents, leaving her to walk alone under the soft glow of the overhead lights. Her elegant office attire clung to her curves, a stark contrast to the mundane surroundings. The black pencil skirt hugged her hips, accentuating her toned legs, while the crisp white blouse was tucked neatly into the waistband, the top buttons left undone to reveal just a hint of cleavage. A tailored blazer completed the look, adding an air of authority and sophistication. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut waves, fell loosely around her shoulders, framing her face with its delicate features that could have been lifted straight from a magazine cover.

As she approached her apartment door, she heard a creak behind her and turned to see Josh emerging from his own doorway. He was a man who seemed out of place in this modern building, his presence a jarring note in the otherwise sleek environment. His clothes were baggy and stained, hanging off his frame as if they had been chosen more for their durability than their appearance. His face was wrinkled and weathered, with a perpetual scowl etched into his features. His eyes, however, were sharp and predatory, always seeming to linger on Meg whenever they crossed paths.

"Evening, Meg," Josh greeted her, his voice gravelly and rough, like sandpaper against wood. "Long day at the office?"

Meg **** a polite smile, though she couldn't help but feel a shiver of unease at his proximity. "Yes, Josh. It was quite busy today."

Josh nodded slowly, his eyes roving over her body in a way that made her skin crawl. "Must be tough, all that stress. But you know, a young woman like yourself shouldn't have to carry all that weight alone. Your boyfriend should be there to help you relieve it, take some of the burden off your shoulders."

Meg felt her cheeks flush slightly at his words, not from embarrassment but from irritation. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to subtly shield herself from his invasive gaze. "I don't have a boyfriend, Josh. I've been single for a while now."

Josh's eyebrows shot up in mock concern. "Oh dear, that's not good. You need a strong man in your life, someone to take care of you, make things easy for you. And let's be honest, a young thing like you must be so tense all the time. It's not healthy."

His tone was dripping with insinuation, and Meg could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She tried to keep her voice steady, though she could hear the edge in it. "I manage just fine on my own, thank you."

Josh chuckled softly, a sound that sent another shiver down her spine. "You think so, but I know better. I've got a lot of experience with women, Meg. I can tell when someone's holding back, when they're not getting what they need."

Meg's mind flashed back to the nights she had lain awake, listening to the sounds of passion coming from Josh's apartment through the thin walls. She had always assumed it was him with a prostitute, the moans and groans of pleasure punctuating the silence of her own lonely evenings. Now, standing here with him, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was sizing her up, imagining her in those scenarios.

"I really should get inside," Meg said, taking a step back towards her door. "It's been a long day."

But Josh wasn't ready to let her go just yet. He moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Don't be like that, Meg. I'm just looking out for you. You deserve to have your needs met, to feel that release, that relief. It's important, especially for someone as beautiful as you."

Meg's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming faster as she tried to maintain her composure. She could see the bulge in his pants now, a clear indication of his arousal, and it made her stomach churn with disgust. She took another step back, her hand reaching for the doorknob behind her. "Please, Josh, I just want to go inside."

But Josh wasn't done. He reached out, his hand closing around hers with surprising tenderness. Meg froze, her body tensing as he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her knuckles. "I could make your life easier, Meg. I could show you how to really let go, how to find that peace you're missing."

Meg's mind was racing, her thoughts a chaotic jumble as she tried to process what was happening. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, the roughness of his lips against her hand. She wanted to pull away, to scream, to run, but something held her in place, a strange mix of fear and curiosity that she couldn't quite understand.

Finally, with a strength she didn't realize she possessed, Meg yanked her hand free from his grasp. She didn't wait to see his reaction, didn't give him a chance to respond. She turned and practically threw herself into her apartment, slamming the door behind her and leaning against it, her heart pounding in her ears.

For a moment, she just stood there, breathing heavily, trying to calm the storm inside her. But as the initial shock began to wear off, a different sensation started to creep in. Her body felt warm, her skin tingling with an unfamiliar energy. She could still feel the ghost of Josh's touch on her hand, the memory of his words echoing in her mind.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Meg walked over to her bed and sat down, her legs folding beneath her. She stared at her hand, the one that Josh had kissed, and felt a strange urge building within her. She knew it was wrong, knew that she should be disgusted by the thought, but the tension that had been coiled tight in her body was demanding release.

With a shaky breath, Meg lay's her back on the bed, her fingers trembling as they reached down to the hem of her skirt. She hesitated for just a moment, her conscience whispering warnings in her ear, but the pressure in her body was too much to ignore. She slid her hand beneath the fabric, her fingers brushing against the dampness between her legs, and let out a soft gasp.

The sensation was electric, jolting through her body and making her arch her back involuntarily. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the memory of Josh's leering face, focusing instead on the pleasure that was beginning to build within her. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, exploring the sensitive flesh, finding the spot that made her breath catch in her throat.

Meg bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, but it was a losing battle. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her thoughts until there was nothing left but the sensations coursing through her body. She could feel the tension unraveling, the knots loosening as she continued to stroke herself, each movement bringing her closer to the edge.