The Girl in the Window

Chapter Four


"She's gone." oliva gazed down at the black haired boy, watching his expression fall to uncertainty. Perhaps Belinda had been rash in her actions, leaving the way that she did. Of course she would be back, but a holiday was exactly what the girl needed. Now, she was face to face with one of the reason that Belinda had fled.

Kira didn't know what to say, standing there before the window gazing up at the older woman. He had come to see Belinda, hoping that after previous conversation, he could shed light upon these mysterious feelings that he had for her. He had refused the advance made, hounding himself even now, when all he could think was of her. "Where can I find her?" He asked, hopeful that the woman would spare him the loss of another potential heartache.

She should of known better, even as she began to speak again. "She went to the shore, .. wait." Turning, she vanished from the window, returning a short time later, handing him a piece of paper. "Against my better judgement, I am giving you this.. But you didn't get it from me, understand?" What would it hurt? He was not here to hurt Belinda, she could tell that much. Though, she had never been a good judger of character.

Kira looked down at the paper, realizing that it held detailed directions on where he would find Belinda. Smiling, he glanced upward at Olivia, "Thank you. Beleive me when I tell you that I hold no ill will towards her." Turning, he vanished once again into the crowd that was Amsterdam.


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Oliva never ceased to amaze her. "All this time, you have been keeping this a secret!" She spoke aloud to no one but herself, placing her luggage down onto the rocker chair front porch of the sea-side cottage. She could smell the salt in the air lifted by a crisp breeze from the ocean. This was refreshing, a much needed time of solitude to reflect upon the coursing change that her life needed to make. When Belinda became a prostitute, she never imagined that she would be such for the rest of her life. Her reasons for it never even really had a beginning, it was something that she fell into unable to get out and each step was a basis for landing.

She didn't yet bother to step inside the cottage, leaving her luggage where it sat, not thinking that it would be bothered. Currently it was the off-season for the shore, few people would be out on the beach at this time and she had noticed that the cottage itself was lone at the end of the service road that led to it. Isolated. Here she could be truely alone. Removing her shoes, she stepped barefoot out onto soft sand, letting it squish between her toes. The wood slatted boardwalk to the ocean was her only companion as she made her way towards the cresting waves. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her thoughts from leading to him. Kira. She breathed his name even now as she took a deep breath.

She had felt like a fool. His rejection of her was startling but yet refreshing in the same act. Perhaps when he found her gone he would give up or perhaps he would never even try and see her again. She counted upon the latter, letting her thoughts weave of their own accord. Yet, she was still tracing the lines of his jaws, the eager look in his eyes when he stared at her. That she couldn't forget.

"Damn it Belinda.." She sighed, resting to sit in the sand, pulling her legs bent against her chest, so that her arms could wrap about them. She watched the waves scatter upon the wet sand before they rolled back out towards the sea. This gentle motion was a lure and she the fish, as she turned to glance down the beach, seeing that indeed she was alone. She wondered how cold the water would be when flush against her flesh? Giving no more thoughts, she rose and pulled the cotton shirt from above her head; bra, jeans and underwear soon to follow.

She felt free. Nothing there but the breeze against her naked flesh and soon the cold water of the dark ocean. Wading out, she pulled her arms in against her chest, turning each time when a wave coasted against her. This was paradise.

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Kira shoved his hands in his pockets, staring off towards the cottage. This was place, though there was no lights coming from the inside. However, after a moment of pause, he stepped closer and closer until at last he reached the front porch. He noted the luggage still upon the porch and shoes that had been left carelessly behind. The sun was just starting to set and he wondered if she had taken a walk along the beach.

Making his way along the boardwalk, he looked out over the shoreline before him, squinting against the darkness. He could see as well in the dark as he could in the day, perhaps the squinting was out of habit or more to sheild his eyes from the blowing current of air. It was then that he seen her.

For a moment, he wasn't sure if what he was seeing was actually her or a syren from mythology. Her nude body seemed to be illuminated from the dying rays of sun that set far back in the horizon. Sprays of water, forced up by waves of her hands as it showered down upon her. He had never seen anything like it. A blush rose in his cheeks, realizing that he should not have been standing there watching as she played. But he couldn't take his eyes away from the fleshy curves of her body, the high lifted swell of her breasts and the dark thatch of shadow between her legs.

He felt his breath catch in his throat then the tightening in his groin. Finally, he noticed that she was coming in from the surf and a wave of fear washed over him. Jumping from the boardwalk, he skidded downward along a sand dune so that she wouldn't catch site of him. It took him a while to navigate the dune, coming out just a short distance from where she was now sitting upon the clothes that she had removed from her body. He could see the droplets of water as it rolled down the bare flesh. However, he wasn't able to gaze at her for very long, for when she rose again, she was grabbing her clothing in hand and heading back towards the cottage.

Beautiful. The one word echoed in his thoughts, as he finally watched her enter the cottage, lights starting to illuminate the once darkness. Finding his way back, he crept along the outter skirts of the cottage, pausing only when the shadow from within passed from one room to the next. At last, she come to settle within one of the rooms.

Holding his breath, he crept silently towards the window to take a look inside. As he expected, she was there. However, she had not taken the time to redress, still standing nude but looking at herself in the mirror. "You are beautiful." He heard himself whisper, ducking only when she turned around, hesitantly he looked again this time to see her stretching out across the bed.

With vivid facination, he watched her hands move along the taught surface of her stomach, before rising over the swell of heavy breasts, touching fingers across her nipples. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing. When her legs rose and bent at the knee and slightly flayed to either side, he felt his cheeks grow hot with desire.

Soon her hand was sliding back down her stomach, pushing between her legs. He couldn't see her fingers splay across her sex, but he knew that was indeed what was happening. He felt his own hand move towards the buckle of his pants, imitating what he was seeing.


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Normally, she wasn't overcome with needy rapture. However, her thoughts were so consumed with Kira, that she felt the need to release the frustration. Her body shivered with each teasing touch that she applied, marking a trailway of desire that would eventually meet at the core of her body. In her mind, it was him that was touching her. His fingers curving along the underside of her breasts. His fingers tweaking her nipples into hard little stones.

A dark veil of lashes covered her eyes as she became a prisoner to the sensations that led her body and thoughts. Pressing her head back against the pillows, her hips arched upward when she felt his fingers course over the heated nexus of her body, dipping slightly to rub the mass of flesh until her hips jerked. In her mind's eye, she could feel his breath hot against her flesh, tickling along the insides of her thighs, opening them further as her hips rose to meet his tongue when it lashed across her.

Her middle finger stroked lower, pushing inward into the heated depths of her body, gouging towards the hot juice that had begun to lubricate her. While the fingers lurched inward and out of her cunt, her thumb wrestled across her clit, drawing it from beneath it's tiny hood.. all the nerves screaming and racing with heated desire. It was his fingers and his tongue that was doing this to her, causing her desire and lust to peak. She had lost all abandon, giving in to what her body wanted and needed. His tongue raced and laved across her clit, his lips soon suckling down upon the tender peice of flesh to carress and mold it with lips, tongue and teeth. She cried out his name..


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Silently, Kira had crept towards the other window, able to see fully now the fingers that he first couldn't see. In his hand, he had only been stroking his erection but for a moment or two. However, when he finally made it to the other window, he noticed that the window itself was slightly raised and giving him the opportunity to hear Belinda's labored breaths. Eyes intent on what was before him, he couldn't help but to throw all caution to the wind, becoming lost in the same moment of self passion as she had. Pushing his pants further down upon his hips, he wrapped his hands around the silken hard length of his cock, gripping it tightly before the steady and long strokes began.

His fingers pinched at the meaty head, letting a drop of pre-cum roll from the slitted tip. He felt his hips lurch, starting to move in pitch with his stroking hand. He watched the way her fingers toyed and pinched at her clit and then the darting finger as it entered and left her body. When her heavy breaths had become moans, he tried to keep silent out of fear of trying to match them. At first, he wasn't sure if the name she was calling was his, but soon the word was clear in his mind. She was calling his name! In her last moments of rapture, it had been him that she called out to! This had sent his own climax rushing forward, his hand squeezing around the girth of his prick, when his juice sprayed out over his hand and coating the side of the cottage before him. Clenching his eyes closed, he continued to jerk and squeeze, bringing forth every ounce of cum that was within him, until he could no longer bring forth anything else.

When it was over, he leaned against his forearm, tilting his head so that he could watch her still. She had grown silent and when he opened his eyes, she was no longer upon the bed..