Chapter One

 

I bought a white bikini at Victoria's Secret. I looked fabulous in it, so fabulous I was a little reluctant to wear it in public. I exercise to keep fit, to keep my body in shape, and especially to keep my breast muscles in shape. I'm generously endowed. I don't mean I'm enormous, but the girls are definitely noticeable.

That's always been a mixed blessing. I look great in a dress or a bikini - or even in a sweater. That's nice. But I get noticed for my breasts before anything else. I put a lot of effort into my hair and, depending on where I go, my makeup. I'm attractive and my hair is, I think, lovely, but everyone's eyes drop to my tits the first time they notice me.

Insert massive eye roll here!

I'm proud of my body and how attractive it is, clothed or naked. Sure, why not? I'm a girl. I look at myself in the mirror and pose and preen a little, knowing how hot I am, fantasizing about things like being a porn star or a stripper or something wild like that. Not that I ever would!

I try not to get too arrogant, not to be a narcissist, but honestly, it's hard given the way guys look at me and men talk to me! They're all so eager and so impressed and their tongues are practically lolling out! Do you know how easy it is to get a swelled head like that?

I've had to develop a hard heart, though, because so many of them want me, and so many of them ask me out. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't go out with everyone! So of course I prioritize. I go out only with the hottest guys. Why wouldn't I? Would you do anything differently if you had tons of choices?

The downside of turning lots of guys down is, of course, that they're always disappointed, and not all guys handle disappointment with dignity. And some of them get angry and resentful because they think that I think they're not good enough for me.

Which, honestly, is exactly what I think. I'm not putting them down. I'm just saying on a sliding scale, with all the guys who want to go out with me, they're just not as good as others. Like I said, I have to pick only the best!

But they resent that and some of them get nasty and call me names. The most irritating is when they say I'm a cock-tease. I mean WTF!? I'm not trying to turn you on! I'm just dressing attractively! Don't you do the same!? Doesn't everyone dress their best?

It's not like I'm prancing around in a miniskirt with super deep cleavage sticking my tits out at everyone and hoping to turn them all on. I get called cock-tease for wearing baggy pants and a sweatshirt. I get called cock-tease for wearing a turtleneck and ankle-length skirt.

If I'm out in a sexy dress, like a club dress, something with cleavage, then I'm already with a guy. So back to the white bikini. It wasn't particularly daring or immodest. It had a cheeky bottom, but that's not unusual. The front of the bikini bottom was decent coverage, with strings over my hips. The top was a triangle, and would have seemed entirely modest if I wasn't uhm, bigger than usual.

Because I was a Thirty-Six-D, my breasts are kind of prominent in a bikini, and sure, I was showing some nice cleavage. But my nipples were well-hidden, and there was only a little side-boob.

Still, I looked... good in that bikini. I got a lot of looks and second glances, and silent whistles and I knew guys were talking to each other about me as I walked across the sand with Elena and Harmony, my two BFFs.

Both of them were attractive. Both of them were sexy. Elena was wearing a thong and had a great butt. Harmony had fantastic legs and a beautiful face. But of course, the gawkers were looking at my breasts.

Whatever!

We set up our stuff and lay down to enjoy the sun. Let the guys nearby look. So what? I was used to being looked at. Let guys walk by, their eyes skimming over us - me in particular. Again, I'm used to it. It doesn't really bother me.

And then there was Rajiv.

Now I had no idea what his name was at the time. I'd never met him, though I'd seen him often enough. He lived on my street somewhere. I'd seen him at bus stops or walking on the sidewalk, as well as at the corner store at the end of the block. He was an Indian guy. India Indian, I mean, not native American. I had never paid much attention to him. He was just another guy who stared at me whenever he saw me.

He just stared more than most. I put that down to culture. From what I'd heard of India it wasn't exactly very respectful towards women.

Anyway, while I was at the refreshment stand Rajiv turns up. He looked at me, then looked again, obviously recognizing me from where we lived. And then he really looked! I mean, his eyes bulged out of his head as they locked in on my breasts and just gaped at them.

Like I said, I'm used to being stared at sometimes, but this was a bit much! I had almost been about to smile and wave, though I generally avoid showing any recognition to guys in case it encourages them to think I'm interested.

"Oh my God!" he gasped. "Look at your breasts!" in accented English.

I was startled, even shocked. I mean, guys were sometimes nasty when I turned them down. And sometimes when I passed them on the street they'd say something. But for a guy to just stand there and stare at my breasts and then talk about them was... unusual. I even glanced down as if maybe there was something wrong with them. Like maybe one of them had popped out of the suit and I hadn't noticed.

Nope, they looked fine.

I glared at him.

"You have magnificent breasts!" he gasped.

I felt my face coloring.

"I love your breasts! I want to touch them!"

"Fuck off!" I said.

I wasn't worried he'd attack me. I mean we were right out in the open on a sunny beach and the refreshment stand was six feet away.

"I want to squeeze them and suck on your nipples and press them against my face!"

The weird thing was he wasn't even acting like he was trying to insult me. You know, like, when guys say dirty things they're usually sneering and leering and they know perfectly well how insulting they're being. But he was acting like this was some kind of normal conversation - about my breasts.

He wasn't even saying that silently. People at the refreshment stand turned their heads to stare at us as I ignored him and walked to the stand to order.

Rajiv followed me.

"You have a beautiful bottom! Your buttocks are incredible!"

I felt my face flush again.

"Hey, asshole," the guy behind the counter said. "Back the fuck off!"

"But look at her magnificent breasts!" Rajiv exclaimed.

"You want me to call a cop?"

"I want to fuck her so badly!"

"Get lost, you fucking foreigner," one of the women at the refreshment stand said.

Rajiv backed off some distance.

"You should call a cop," the woman said to the guy behind the counter.

"Perverts," she said to me.

I got an ice cream cone and a Popsicle and returned to our blanket, walking quickly as Rajiv stared at me.

"Pervert alert," I said as I sat down.

"All men are perverts," Harmony said.

"Yeah, someone in particular?"

"Some Indian guy. See him coming?"

Ellen pulled her sunglasses off.

"He's got a boner?"

"What?" I turned and looked.

He very obviously did!

"God! He was yelling about my breasts at the refreshment stand. The guy behind the counter threatened to call the cops on him."

"What was he saying about your breasts?"

"That I have magnificent breasts."

"Well, he was right. I've seen you naked. They are magnificent."

"You're not helping."

She took the Popsicle as I licked the ice cream. Rajiv kind of paced back and forth about twenty yards back.

"You should like, arch your back a lot," Harmony said.

"Yeah, yawn and stretch," Ellen said.

"This guy lives in my neighborhood! I've seen him in the local corner store and on the street!"

"Oh, that's not so good. Maybe we should call the cops."

"He looks harmless," Harmony said. "Pathetic but harmless. He probably doesn't weigh more than a hundred pounds."

Elena started to suck on a Popsicle as she looked at him, and did so in a fairly obscene way.

I couldn't tell if Rajiv noticed or cared. He kept staring at us, though.

Finally, he came closer.

"Uh oh," Harmony said.

We weren't really worried or anything. It was a weird situation, though.

"He's still got a boner."

He came up to stand just a foot from our big beach blanket and stare at me.

"Hey, get lost," Elena said.

"I love your breasts!" he moaned. "I want to touch them and lick them and suck on them!"

"Go take your tiny dick off and stick it in a bowl of ice, India boy," Harmony said.

He looked at her as if distracted. "You are whore. Be quiet."

"You can kiss my ass, pervert!" she exclaimed.

"I want only the blonde. She looks pure and clean. I want to fuck her very badly!"

"Go fuck yourself!" I said.

"Get the fuck away from us," Harmony said.

She threw some sand at him, and Elena rolled sideways, picked some up, and threw it at him too.

"Stop that!" he demanded. "Bitches! Whores!"

"Fuck off, pervert!"

Several guys got up from surrounding groups and confronted him, and one of them shoved him hard enough he stumbled back and fell on his ass. He got up and staggered away, then.

"What a weirdo," I said.

"But you still have magnificent breasts, Miranda."

"Yes, he was driven insane by your magnificent breasts!" Elena added, grinning.

I gave them both the finger.

***

I don't have a very big apartment. Apartments are expensive and I don't have a lot of money. In fact, the only way I even have my small bachelorette is it's rent-controlled and I'm subletting. For all that it's small, it's really nice. And they really worked at making the best use of the space.

It's in an older building, so has a very high ceiling. Taking advantage of that, they put a small loft bed area above the small kitchen, bathroom, and closet. You need a ladder to get up into it, and it's barely wide enough for a mattress and headboard, along with some shelves and storage space on the far side and foot of the 'bed'.

But it's all mine. I don't have to share it with anyone. And I've always felt safe and secure there because it has a very strong door and really good locks.

But it was like, two days later that I let myself into the lobby after work and felt a presence behind me. I turned casually and recognized Rajiv. I gasped and hurried past.

"Don't go! I want to talk to you!"

"Piss off," I said over my shoulder, face reddening.

He scurried across the empty lobby behind me anyway.

"I am in love with your wonderful body! I want to fuck you hard! I will give you much pleasure!"

"I'm going to call the cops!" I warned.

Out of habit, I had hit the elevator button, and only realized my error when I got inside, because of course, he followed me.

"I want to shove my cock deep inside you," he said enthusiastically. "I want to bury my cock to the balls in your beautiful ass!"

I cringed at his words!

"Fuck off!" I shouted, hitting the button for my floor.

"I want to come inside your beautiful ass! I will come and come and come! I want to flood your bowels with quarts and quarts of my semen!"

The doors opened and I rammed my knee up into his groin, throwing him back, then hurried up the hall to my apartment.

"Wait!" he gasped, stumbling out of the elevator and falling down. "Don't go!"

I unlocked my door, hurried inside and slammed it shut, then locked it.

"I want to take your clitoris between my lips and suck on it!" his voice gasped.

It sounded like he was lying down with his mouth right next to the crack under the door!

"I will make you writhe and scream in pleasure and give you many orgasms!"

"I'm calling the cops!" I yelled, heart pounding.

"I want to fuck you hard and pour my semen into your womb so we will have beautiful babies!"

I called the cops and told them there was a pervert outside my door yelling obscenities, then watched the door carefully.

"You will love my cock!" he exclaimed. "You can ride up and down on it and come many times as I suckle at your breasts and lick your beautiful nipples!"

"Fuck off!" I shouted.

"I want to fuck your mouth and throat! I want to bury my cock in your beautiful face and see my testicles against your chin and pour my semen down your throat! I want to fuck you and fuck you and pour my cream into your pussy and asshole and... urgghh!"

There was some banging against the wall, and I heard him making pain noises that were growing farther and farther away. I heard the sound of the elevator pinging as the doors opened, then more banging sounds, and another, much deeper male voice.

"Don't come back, fuckwit."

I hesitated, there was a light knock at the door.

"He's gone," that deeper, older voice said.

I peered through the peep hole. There was a man there, a big, old one.

I eased the door open a crack and he stood back. I eased it open more and peered around the corner. There was no sign of Rajiv.

"Uhm, thanks," I said.

He was a head taller than me, and easily twice my age, with broad shoulders and a thick chest. He was everything male that Rajiv wasn't in his calmness and strength.

"You call the cops?"

I nodded anxiously.

"You have any problems with him just knock on my door. I moved in a few days ago. I'm in unit 7," he said, pointing.

"Uhm, thanks very much," I said. "My name is Miranda Cooper," I said.

"Nolan," he said.

He turned and looked up the hall. "It's a shame how some people just didn't get raised right and don't know how to deal with people."

"He was a pervert!" I said, glaring down the hall at the elevator.

"Naw. At least not from what I heard."

I stared at him in surprise, then flushed, remembering the things Rajiv had said.

"A pervert is someone who wants to do stuff everyone else finds is weird. He's just a guy who says aloud what all the other guys are polite enough to keep to themselves. Like he was just saying what he was thinking without a filter."

He grinned and shrugged. "Filters, Miranda. They're important."

He winked and walked back to his apartment as my mind clicked through what he'd said. Then I felt another flush of embarrassment. Because he had basically said that all those things Rajiv was telling me he wanted to do to me were what all men wanted to do to me!

Don't get me wrong. It wasn't a surprise. I mean, it shouldn't have been a surprise. I know very well the kinds of things guys want to do to me! But hearing a guy confirm it so matter-of-factly, an older man who wasn't some eager, fumbling 'guy' seemed to drive it home to me just how much of a... target I was.

Maybe target wasn't the best word. Prey?

I shut the door and locked it, thinking about all the men who wanted to bury their cocks in my pussy and ass and mouth. Again, that wasn't really a surprise. I know very well what I look like. I know, by now, even though I'm only nineteen, what guys want from me.

It's just that nobody said it aloud! I mean, not like that! No guys talked about wanting to fill my bowels with semen! Jesus! Okay, Rajiv was exaggerating. But I knew guys wanted to fuck me in the ass. I have a great ass. Why wouldn't they? They're guys!

Having an old guy just casually confirm that yep, that was what all men wanted, well, that was a strange thing.

And I guess that included him! Did he want to fuck me and all that stuff? Yeah, probably. He was old but far from dead. And it wasn't like he was the first-ever middle-aged guy who had suggested they were interested in my body. Not that he exactly suggested that, but, well, unless he was excluding himself from what he said... yeah, he wanted me too.

Then again, every guy did. I'd been aware of that for years, that all the guys wanted to see me naked, wanted to touch me, wanted to kiss me, wanted to do all kinds of sex stuff with me. That was what guys were like. Nothing this man had said should be the least bit new to me. Nor was it.

It was just the way he said it, maybe. It made it seem like I was a sheep every wolf in the country - guys, that is - wanted to eat. And he said it with such confidence! It made me feel... weird! I mean, on the one hand, it made me feel paranoid, like every guy wanted to jump me and ram their cocks into me. On the other hand, it did make me feel hot and sexy and desirable.

You might think that's not much compensation, but like I said, that guys wanted me wasn't exactly news. Of course, they all wanted me! They'd been demonstrating that for years.

I made sure the door was double-locked and stripped off my work outfit. I work as an administrative assistant - i.e., clerk - at a mortgage broker. While naked I looked at myself in the mirror - which isn't unusual. I like to look at myself. Yes, it's a bit narcissistic, but I'm proud of my looks. Society tells us our value is in how sexy we are, so I'm glad I'm sexy.

I posed in the 'traditional' poses like you'd see on the internet. Not the dirty ones, but just, you know, arching my back, looking coy, flipping my hair, turning to rise on the balls of my feet to show my butt. Yeah, I looked hot, I thought. All the guys want me! They all want to tear my clothes off and... like Rajiv said, ram their cocks into me and pump me full of their nasty juice!

Well, too bad for them! They weren't going to! I get to make those decisions, not them! So they just have to work at impressing me. Something which Rajiv didn't seem to understand.

I wondered if Nolan understood that. Probably. What would it be like to have sex with a guy like Nolan? I mean, the idea was kinky because he was so old. Did old guys do it differently? Did he know more? Was he more patient? Could he even last without having a heart attack? He looked like he was at least forty!

I wasn't seriously considering it, mind you. It was just a kinky fantasy - kinky because I'd never really thought about doing it with an old guy. He was good looking, though, and sure looked strong. And the way he'd handled Rajiv was like... you know, boss territory.

Suddenly there was a hard knocking at the outside door. Which, given it was only about six feet from the open door of the bathroom where I was standing NAKED, made me yelp and jerk back as my pulse raced.

"Police," a male voice said.

Oh shit! I'd forgotten about them!