Jamie Hill         

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Spellfire Seasons II

Excerpt:

He was apparently as dense as the fog that swirled over the river when the sun went down. They'd been neighbors for over a year, not that he noticed. To be fair, she only recently noticed him. . . in that way. Still, he didn't seem to know she existed.

Calista Canyon stared out the window of her apartment directly into the window of his. The houses were built so close together that she could read the diploma hanging on his living room wall. Ryan Lenhart, Bachelor of Science Degree in Kinesiology, Kansas State University, Manhattan, Kansas. Calista didn't go to college and never heard of Kinesiology, but after some investigating, discovered it dealt with exercise. Ryan was a personal fitness trainer.

One look at his fantastic body verified that piece of information. Calista usually never gave him much thought or attention. Occasionally she crossed paths with him as they came and went. Sometimes they met in the shared parking lot behind their houses. She drove a black Jeep and noticed he drove a similar red-colored one. When the weather turned warm he began riding a bicycle, and kept it up through the mild Kansas autumn.

It was Calista's favorite time of year, with holidays approaching and the weather mild and pleasant. She left her windows open most of the time, and evidently, her neighbor did, too.

That's what caught her attention the first time she noticed Ryan. . .really noticed him. She heard noises outside and looked up from the book she was reading. Her apartment stood on the third floor of an old house converted to rentals, so it was unusual to hear voices, but she knew she heard something. She walked around to the various windows until she hit upon the source of the noise--her neighbor, whose living room faced hers, entertaining.

That was the polite word for it, but fucking like wild animals popped into Calista's mind. Man, they're really going at it. She knew she shouldn't watch, but it was like a train wreck, she couldn't help herself. Clutching the windowsill, Calista bit her lip.

The man looked tall with a lean, muscular form. He wore his dark hair closely cropped and there was razor stubble on his chin. She vaguely recognized him as her neighbor, but she saw much more of him than ever before. Completely naked, his body gleamed with perspiration as did his sculpted, tight ass.

Calista noticed, because that was the view she had of him at the moment. The woman he thrust himself into was less visible, lying spread-eagle on his sofa, her high-heeled feet kicking in the air as he reamed her. Jesus, take your shoes off! Calista thought, and reached for a bowl of popcorn to nibble on during the show.

She would never leave her shoes on during sex. She hated wearing them anyway, and went barefoot or wore flip-flops whenever possible. The high heels across the way continued to kick, and Calista squinted to look at them. "Jimmy Choo's," she said to herself, nodding. She didn't buy them, but that didn't mean she never noticed them. "I suppose if I paid five hundred dollars for shoes I might leave them on, too." They looked so damn funny kicking in the air that Calista laughed out loud.

Wanting to get a better look at her neighbor Calista said softly, "I think you should throw her over the back of the sofa and do it doggie-style. I'd like to get a look at your hard cock before you shoot your load." She blinked her eyes and watched. Ryan pulled out of the twat he banged, making Calista smile.

He continued to stroke his shaft firmly as he lifted the woman up and leaned her over the back of the sofa. He bent over behind her and thrust his cock into her from behind.

"Oh yeah!" Calista clapped her hands. "I like that! That looks so nice. . ." Maybe a little too nice. She was getting horny watching the neighbors get it on, and slid her hand down the front of her shorts to stroke her clit.

The show was nearly over, Calista could tell by the look on his face Ryan would come soon. He grunted loudly and grabbed the woman's hips as he emptied into her. The woman made little squealing noises as she climaxed, which sounded completely absurd to Calista. The squeals were definitely doing nothing for Calista's fantasy, so she removed her hand from her pants. She watched a few more minutes as Ryan pulled out and walked around the apartment naked, his semi-flaccid dick looking quite impressive for the state it was in. At one point Calista thought he might have caught a glimpse of her standing in the window watching him, but she couldn't be sure. He never pulled the blinds down, just slowly got dressed and fixed a drink for himself and his lady friend.

Calista moved away from the window and sipped at her own drink. She was horny as hell, and trying to decide what to do about it. Her cock-shaped vibrator would be the easiest solution, but probably the least satisfying. She could pop in on her best friend Max for a booty call; he loved the friends-with-benefits aspect of their relationship. Yet, for some reason, even that didn't sound appealing. As much as she loved the feeling of a man's hands on her, she didn't want to deal with Max tonight.

She glanced back toward the window across the way, noticing it was now dark. Her neighbor left, maybe to take the squealer home. She stepped closer to the window and looked at his apartment one last time. She envisioned herself draped across the sofa, with him thrusting his stiff cock into her. That's what she wanted.

She could have him if she truly desired it. There wasn't much Calista couldn't have, with the powers she inherited from her mother. Her mother told her to be careful using magic when it came to love, and she always heeded her mother's advice. Dreema Canyon was a very powerful witch, and Calista strived to be just like her in another four or five hundred years.

So tonight, she settled for her dildo, massaging her breasts with her hands as the vibrating cock thrust in and out of her on its own. She fantasized about her neighbor with his tight ass and stiff rod, and came explosively as she writhed in the air a foot above her bed.

  
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