A Lockdown Tale - Sex Stories

A Lockdown Tale

It's lockdown. Damn virus! We're not allowed to meet anyone. It's cold today. Time to walk the dog. He's little, “Rex”.

We walk the same route every day. Across the fields. We see other dog walkers. We nod, say hi. I always smile too behind my mask. Just seems friendlier.

Dog finishes sniffing and I walk on. More dog walkers. More hellos. More sniffing. Walk on, hands in pockets. It's cold!

Another walker, coming towards me. Young, slim, no dog though.

“Hi.” I catch her eye.

She instantly looks away but she said hi back. Walk on. “Pretty,” I think.

Next day, same time, same place. More dog walkers. Then I see her again, Long dark hair. Dusky skin. Mask like me. I catch her eye and say hi. She says hi. She holds my gaze for a millisecond longer than yesterday before looking away. Beautiful eyes! We walk on.

The next day. The same. She holds my gaze a little longer. Is that a smile behind the mask?

For a week, the same. She holds my gaze a little longer each day. That is a smile. Getting bigger each day. After two weeks, every day, she drills into my eyes before looking away. Mischief in her beautiful eyes.

Then one day, she holds my gaze drilling into me. Her gaze touches my clitoris. I shiver. I look away first. The balance has shifted in her favour. I walk on. I am moist. My clitoris sensitive from her gaze.

I get home. I masturbate hard, fast. I cum. Those eyes burned on my retina. The memory of the gaze lubricating my cunt.

Next day. I try to hold her gaze but she wins again. I am wet...again. I turn as she walks past. My eyes follow her back. She walks to a house. There's a high fence. A gate. She goes through and closes it behind her.

Next day. She's not there. I look towards the house. The gate is open. There's a big glass door to the house. She is behind it. Beckoning me towards her.

I enter the gate. Tie Rex to the fence. Heart beating hard. Mouth dry. Cunt wet. I turn towards the house. She stands at the glass. Naked now.

I walk forwards. Eyes fixed on hers. I stand before the glass breathing hard. I break her gaze. I look down at her breasts. Large. Beautifully formed. Large nipples. Stiff. Pointing at me. Down. Flat tummy. Pussy. Black, hairy bush.

She leans against the glass. Hands flat. Either side of her head. I copy her, my hands on hers through the glass. Our faces two centimeters apart, glass between us. Gazing into each other's eyes.

She moves a hand from the glass onto her breast. I copy her. My hand up my shirt. We pinch our nipples. She gasps. Her breath steaming the glass. Mine does the same on the outside.

Our gaze never breaks. Her gaze tickling my clit. My cunt is throbbing. Our hands still on the glass. One on the other.

Her hand leaves her breast. Mine leaves my breast. She brushes her pussy. Parts her legs. Parts her lips. My hand in my leggings, parting my lips. My cunt is wet. Sensitive. Swollen. Quivering.

She falls to her knees. Sits on haunches, knees apart. ...