Natalie Part 1 - 3

I must have looked like a fish out of water, I tried to get control of
myself and not act so flustered but it was difficult, the girl I had
been tugging myself into space with in my head was now at my door.  I
wasn't sure what to say.  She took care of that problem.

She was smiling, almost as if the cat had swallowed the canary.  Her
knowing grin made me uneasy, she knew she was hot, of course she knew
that.  But it felt like she knew something else.  Like she could see
right through me.  Almost as if, well, it would be impossible, but
almost as if she could read my mind.

"HI, I am Natalie, from the other side of the building, my friends
call me Nattie, you can too if you want.  I think some of your mail got
in my box, and I wanted to make sure you got it."  She smiled and
held out three letters.  Thank god none of them were porn-related.  I
subscribed to DDI, Skin Two, and Secret, three fetish/fashion
magazines.  All very kinky, but still tasteful.  Anyhow, I was spared
that embarrassment but then she said something after I thanked her for
the mail and gazed up into her eyes.

"Aww, you poor thing, you really bumped your head..." she trailed
off and grinned, and I felt that she could read my mind again.  I must
have turned white, what was going on here?

She reached out to touch the bump on my head and that's when I
realized how tall she was.  I was about 5'7, but in her heels, she
had to be almost 6 feet tall, a good five inches taller than me.  When
she bent forward to examine the bump on my head, the view of her
cleavage was enough to immediately produce a thick hard-on.  I was
staring down into heaven as her manicured finger poked the lump on my
head.  Not very gently I might add, almost as if she was inspecting it,
the way a scientist inspects an insect or other lower form of life.

" What happened, it looks painful and so big!  You should put some
ice on it, if it swells anymore, well, it might explode." And she
giggled at her own joke while looking down at me, catching me with my
head practically in her cleavage, noticing my hard on, which made me
wonder if she was talking about ice for my head or for my crotch..  I
looked up in time to see her grin change for a second, almost as if she
was reminding herself of something, I felt guilty, like she was noting
my lecherous offense of devouring her cleavage, as if she was saving it
for later.  Its how my babysitter used to look at me right before she
would take me over her knee and spank me until I cried.  That was an
odd flashback...

I stuttered and stammered to explain how I fell, I was at a complete
loss.  She took pity on me and pressed on.

"You know, I have a friend who is studying to be pre-med, maybe she
could check out your head and your ankle.  You never know, sometimes it
takes a day for the injury to really set in"

"Oh that's really nice but I think I will be ok, thanks for the
mail," I was nervous but getting my composure back.  Thank god, I had
almost lost it there.

"Well, promise me that if you don't feel better soon, you will come
over to my apartment, I can call my friend and she'll come over and
examine you."  She gave me a serious look.  And the way she said
'examine' made my cock jump in my pants.  Was she making a pass at
me?  Am I so stupid that I cant even communicate with her?

"I promise if it's not better by tomorrow, I will drop by your
place and at least say hello.  That was very thoughtful of you to bring
my mail over, would you like to come inside for a drink?" I reached
down, grabbed my stones and took a leap off the cliff.  I had to ask
her inside my apartment, I may never talk to her again, this was,
potentially, a once in a lifetime opportunity.  I had to go for it.

"Wow that's so nice of you!  You know, I don't have any more
class today... only just for a little bit, is that ok?"  she asked as
she slid by me into my apartment.  Wow, she was in my apartment!  I
couldn't believe it!  I was so excited I forgot I had been about to
eat dinner!  Ha!  I ran over to the kitchen and put away everything I
had been cooking as fast as I could while making her a drink.  She
liked cosmos, so while she walked around my apartment commenting on
pictures and things, I made her drink and also cleaned up the soup I
had been making.  I didn't want her to feel as though she was
interrupting me, I was doing everything possible to keep her here and
make her comfortable.

After a few minutes I emerged from the kitchen and found her on my
couch.  My mouth was still dry and my heart was racing.  I handed her a
drink and sat next to her.

"I am not drinking alone am I?" she raised an eyebrow and then
giggled at me, obviously aware of my nervousness I thought I had been
concealing.  She was sharp, she didn't miss a beat.

I smiled and laughed and hurried off to the kitchen.  When I came back,
she had already figured out my stereo and had cued up one of my
favorite albums by the Animals.  We sat back on the leather couch and I
tried to make small talk with her.  She played along but I could sense
she was searching me, looking for something.  I couldn't figure her
out yet.  Yes, she was here in my apartment, but what was going through
her mind?

Before I had finished my drink with her, House of the Rising Sun began
and crept out of my stereo like a green, thick fog, the guitar intro
and the baritone vocals creating an eerie backdrop to our conversation.


"Oh I just love the keyboards in this song" she looked away
dreamily at the stereo. "It reminds me of something out of the past
that, well, how do I put it, something that just is uneasy or not quite
right."  She looked over into my eyes when she said the last part.
Not smiling, her penetrating eyes going deep into my soul.  I started
to feel weak and helpless again.  I was trying not to look down at her
chest, but with what she was wearing it was practically impossible not
to look.  She had on a light blue 'wife beater' t-shirt that was
cut off to show her tan stomach.  Splashed onto the shirt in pink was
the word "Princess."  She noticed me look down to read it and I
swear I think she arched her back a little to thrust them out to me for
a better view.  I was in heaven and in hell, trying to keep my sanity
about me with this vixen in my place.

"Its not really a keyboard," I blurted out, saying anything to keep
into the conversation and get some control of it back.

"What's that?" she looked at me, slightly unsure what the heck I
was talking about and then gave me a puzzled look.

"They didn't have digital keyboards back then.  I believe the
Animals, like the Doors, used a Moog, that's what gives it that
haunted flavor."  I took a deep breath and tried to reconcile the
situation and at the same time keep pace with her.  But it was obvious
I was in over my head.  I wished to god I hadn't poured myself such a
big glass of scotch, I was feeling a bit woosey.

"Oh that's interesting, I didn't realize you were so... old..."
she trailed off and looked at me, her smile was almost a mocking one.
What could I do but laugh?  Ofcourse it was obvious I was twice her
age.  What was not obvious to me was why she was here.  What was it
that made her so eagerly accept my drink offer.  Well before I knew it
we had both had a few drinks, and then she suggested shots of tequila.
Confidence from the liquor was coursing through my veins like
adrenaline.  I was gung-ho for the shots.  Bring them on!  We were next
to each other on the couch tossing back Mexican fire water like it was
running out of a hose.  I was really feeling good, like maybe, just
maybe I could score with this girl!  She knew how to party and I was
game, but after a few shots, it really began to hit me and I decided I
had better hold off on any more.

"Come on, don't wimp out on me, lets do more shots, you know you
want to, how can you refuse me!" she laughed and gave me her best
pouty expression.

"Nattie, you don't understand, I don't have the tolerance like I
used to, these shots are hitting me really hard." I tried to beg off.

"Hmmm... I would rub it in that you are being beaten by a girl, but I
think that's nothing new for you, is it?"  she looked at me, half
seriously, and when I tried to say something instead she just hopped in
my lap and took a full shot glass right up to my lips.

"Are you sure you don't want another, old man?" she teased me,
her face next to mine, as she slowly pulled down her tank top down and
then placed the overflowing shot glass in between her perfect breasts..


I am sure she could feel my hard on pressing on her from beneath my
lap.  I would also put money on the fact that she could feel it jump
and hop when she positioned the shot in the heaven between her chest.
I whimpered, audibly, and moved forward to take it out with my mouth.

She pulled away, leaning back from me, "Ahhh ahh ahh, no more shots,
you didn't want it, and now I don't know whether or not you deserve
it... Look at me, my boobs dont have eyes but I do!"  she grabbed me
by the chin and held my stare.

"If I allow you to do this shot, then you have to do something for
me... hmmm, just what would you do if I allowed you to put your mouth
right here" she indicated with her finger, "I bet you can come up
with a good idea..." she looked at me, she wanted me to suggest
something?

"Um, I would, oh I don't know, I would do whatever you wanted, take
you out and treat you ni-" she slapped my face, rather hard, out of
no where it came.

"I didn't ask you what you would want to do TO me, I asked what
would you do if I allowed you to take this shot.  Stop thinking about
what YOU want and focus on what I would want."  Her eyes were sharp
and I could tell she was serious, but did she have to slap me so hard?

"Oh yes, sorry, um, I would... I would.. oh god I don't know!" I
felt exasperated!

"Think of something that would amuse me, come on you old cogger, how
far would you go for this, or maybe I should say, how low would you
go..."  she was smiling again.  Good, I didn't want her to leave.
But what was she getting at?  How low I would go?

"I would, I would do anything you wanted." I blurted out like a
moron.

"Oh that's nice to hear, but not creative enough!  If it were left
up to me, well, you wouldn't want to know what I would ask of you, so
you better pick something that entertains me or I am going to make sure
you regret asking me to decide!"  her breathing was making the shot
glass move up and down, stretching her already strained shirt.  I
couldn't think at all.

"I would, oh god, I don't know what to say... I would..."

"Come on, spit it out already or I am leaving!" she crossed her
arms and stuck out her chest, oh god I feel completely lost.

"Ok, Ok, please don't go, ok look I would, I would get on all fours
and and and  bark like a dog for you, would that make you laugh?"  I
threw her the biggest curve I could think of and I saw her eyes light
up.

"Really?  On all fours?  And bark?  Loudly, not just some tiny little
yaps?  Would you obey commands, like sit and beg?" she was clearly
enjoying this.  I couldn't stop dreaming of her chest surrounding my
face.

"Yes, yes, I would be your dog, I swear, I will bark and even sit and
roll over if you wanted me to," I couldn't understand her but I
didn't care, she was too beautiful for me and I felt my self slipping
away.

"Well then, why don't you come and get it, puppy, come and put your
head right here," and with that she grabbed a hold of both of my ears
and pulled my head, forcefully, in between her perfect breasts.  They
were warm and soft, she smelled like the ocean, her breathing was so
close to my face and the heat from her body was giving me goose-bumps.
Time seemed to completely stop.

"Well, are you going to do the shot or what?  I am not doing this for
you to hang out and get to know my twins!  Open your mouth wide and
take that shot, what are you a man or a dog!"  and with that quip she
burst out laughing, her chest now brushing against my face up and down
with each cackle.  Oh God, that felt so good, I had to keep making her
laugh to feel that.  I did what just popped into my head.  I started to
bark -loudly- with my face pressed in a place I had only dreamt
about.

She really started laughing then, the shot glass sliding up and down
and spilling some out on her chest.  I watched the drops slide right
down her cleavage and catch like dew on a flower at the bottom of her
chest where the clasp on her bra held those gorgeous globes.  If only I
could slide down and catch that one little drop on my tongue.  She was
still laughing and the drop was swinging wildly, my head was vibrating
and somehow she got her hand in, under my face, lifted the shot glass
from her cleavage and poured the shot down my gaping mouth. God that
burned like fire but I didn't care, it felt so good, I didn't want
it to end.  But without any warning, she pulled away and I fell forward
on the couch and almost landed on my face.

"OK, Now its my turn for a shot, here, let me sit on your lap while
you pour it down my throat.  That's it, oh wait, let me get my phone,
I want to take a picture and send it to my friend Mai, she'll love
it!"  The shot went down so quickly and she was all over me while she
did it, arms legs, breasts, face, hair, I was in ecstasy.  We did about
3 more shots and with each one she took more pics and promised to send
them to me.  All of a sudden, in the middle of our mini-party her phone
rang.

"Oh hold on a second, its my friend Mai," she smiled and flipped
open her phone.  "Hey, were doing shots, come on over, you have to
meet our neighbor!  He's so sweet and he even wants to be my dog!  He
barked for me!  And I plan on feeding him dogfood after a few more
shots!" she winked at me and my expression must have said more than I
wanted it to.  Feed me dogfood?  No way, that would be out of the
question, but it seemed as though our party was going to come to an
end.

I could see something wasn't right, she was frowning and shaking her
head No.

"Oh come on, you can do it on your own, you don't need me there,"
she was looking at me and I could tell she was upset.

"Alright, alright, I'll be right there, make sure you bring the
cage, ciao" and she snapped her cell closed.

"Sorry Puppy, but I have to go help my friend take her cat to the
Vet, she's got some sort of stomach problem.  Don't ask me why she
needs me there, but she's my best friend so I gotta run.  What's
your cell number?  I will send you some of the pictures I took, I know
you will like them!" she leaned over to ger her purse from the end
table, her boobs now firmly pressing against my chest and neck, oh God
I didn't want her to go.  I gave her my number and before I knew it,
she was up off my lap and shutting the door behind her.  That was a
whirlwind.  Hell, the whole day was a bit crazy.  One minute she's
topless in the courtyard, and that night she's doing shots with me in
my own apartment!  I had to be the luckiest guy on the planet!

My phone beeped about 2 minutes later, I looked down and true to her
word she sent a few pictures.  They were all pictures of her cleavage,
and one of us together on the couch.  Oh God, she knew how to make me
crazy.  I was a little tipsy but that didn't stop me from jerking
myself off right there on the couch while drooling over the pics she
had sent to me.  My blinds were open but I could have cared less if the
whole world was watching, I was so turned on and sexually frustrated.
I came so hard it shot up over my shoulder and hit the wall, the rest
splashing and pulsing onto my chest and stomach, covering me in a slimy
mess.  I literally laid back and passed out on the couch, dreaming of
her scent and of her chest.  I was in heaven.