House Hunting Chrissie

Well strolling around the room, checking out walk-in closets and such I paused to look at myself in the large
landscape mirror on the dresser.
I couldn't restrain myself from inspecting the perfume bottles arrayed on the dresser. They were all very expensive
brands and most imports from France.
"Well the old broad sure knows her perfumes." I said with a laugh.
As I turned to walk away my movement was impeded by Charles who was now positioned behind me. He wrapped one
arm around my waist, with his free hand he began to grope my breasts through the silk fabric of the dress. He had
such a firm hold on me that I had no chance of freeing myself. He unbuttoned the top buttons of my oriental dress
and began to fondle my naked left tit. He tilted his head down and began to kiss my neck while he teased my nipple
until it resembled a tiny little pebble. His hold on me began to ease up but I wasn't really going anyway. Once he'd
succeeded in bringing both my nipples to hard little points he started to lightly pinch them. All of a sudden it began
to hit me....we were in some stranger's bedroom and I had the feeling he intended to fuck me while they sat on the deck
directly below. I glanced toward the window and realized that it was in fact halfway open.
I thought "My God what if they hear us?"
As Charles began to fondle my ass the thought crossed my mind "They're pretty old maybe their hard of hearing?"
"This was crazy! Chrissie what the hell are you doing?" I thought. But by now his fondling, caressing, and kissing had
wanting him. But why? I'd fucked Charles many times and although he wasn't aware of it, but it was becoming
pretty routine for me. But this. This was different, this was strangely exciting. It was clear to me now that getting fucked
in a total strangers house with the possibility that they might even hear us was what was driving crazy.
I felt Charles's stiff cock rubbing against the back of the silk dress, easily sliding up and down over the silky material.