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Her game, her rules

Erotic fiction inspired by Sybil A in “Cold Winter

She said, “Let’s play a game,” and took a sip from her glass. I waited for more. “Grab your camera,” was all I got.

I followed her out of the bar, put my gloves on as she wrapped herself in her coat at the door. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.” More instructions. “Follow me out into the night. Watch me through your lens. Don’t stop following me or watching.”

And that was it. She pushed past me and out onto the street before I had pulled my camera from my bag. When I stepped out into the city, she was across the street, looking in the window of a darkened store.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure I was there, and I raised my camera to my face dutifully. Confident that I was playing along, Sybil began her game. Turning away, she walked along the street, down a road I didn’t know. I crossed and followed her.

When I reached the other side, I raised my camera once again and took a picture. She spun around and looked right at me, a bewildered look on her face, playing her part so well. I watched her through the lens as she walked away.

When I turned the corner, I just caught her stepping into an apartment block, and followed her in. I heard the click of her heels as she walked up the flight of stairs. I needed to be quick to catch her. On the second floor, she unlocked a door and stepped inside, leaving it open for me.

I had no idea where we were. The light was dim in the apartment, so I used the light of my camera to see. Sybil acted as if I weren’t there, undressing quickly. Off came her shirt and jeans and she lay down on the bed in her underwear.

She spoke quietly, “Turn on the light.”

I flicked the switch and the room lit up. She sat up and took off her bra, cupping her heavy breasts in her hands, catching her nipples between her fingers. I watched them stiffen, wondering if I should join her or keep the camera pointed at her, capturing each moment.

Sliding down onto her back, she toyed with her pussy, her hand inside her panties. I kept on shooting pictures, certain that this was what she wanted – to be watched as she played.

She slid her panties off and lay there naked except for her socks, and I felt myself grow fully erect inside my jeans. I wanted her so much. Looking down at her on the bed as she rubbed her wet pussy, lifting her ass from the sheets as if asking for someone to be between her thighs, to be pushing their cock inside her, I could think of nothing but how hard I would fuck her.

But I kept on shooting those pictures. It was a good game… She made no move to recognize me or to acknowledge my presence. Had she not told me the rules, I would have thought she’d forgotten all about me.

She rolled over onto her hip, her back to me, her puckered asshole revealed between her cheeks. I could just see the tips of her fingers groping between her labia. I moved around, my camera zooming in on her hand, to watch as her fingers delved deep inside her soaked pussy. My cock grew jealous, wanting to be there so much.

I tried not to think about squeezing her firm ass, but my mind rebelled and I lusted over her, dreaming of rubbing my cock between her cheeks as she fingered her pussy. As I stood there, imagining her hand reaching back to grab my glans and guide me in, she rolled onto her back again.

Now both her hands were between her legs. Her thighs were spread wide open and her fingers were thrusting deep inside her pussy, her thumb grinding on her clitoris frantically. I was ready to throw down my camera, pull out my cock and fuck her brains out, but as I made ready to do just that, her orgasm came. She shuddered on the bed, her legs clamped together around her hands, biting her lip as she came with a gasp.

My heart was racing as I watched her come down from her sexual high. When her eyes opened, I was watching her through the lens once more, capturing the moment for her to replay later.

Would she ask me to touch her now? Or would she make me wait? Either way, I would do as she told me. This game of hers was one that I would gladly play again and again.

 

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