My Silent Torture

This story has no sex in its content but depicts some imagined taboo fantasy

I'm not the most attractive man but I know beautiful when I see it. She was at the market,She had beautiful deep brown eyes and raven black hair that shimmered in the fluorescent glow of the markets lights. She was a robust and shapely woman with bold black tattoos hinting at a wild streak.

I'm a much older man old enough to be her father but cannot help the sensations she stirs when she's around. I try to be helpful as she is overwhelmed but try to keep to myself as much as possible.

I know her all to well yet keep out of sight admiring her from a distance. I imagine her wearing a seductive outfit gazing into my eyes, waiting to see how I would choose to pleasure her. My arousal at my indecent thoughts beginning to show in my jeans. I have to push them out of my head, at least while I'm in public.

I see her again a week later wearing a revealing tank top and leggings that leave little to the imagination. She bends over and my eyes grow wide, her leggings became almost transparent allowing me a glimpse at her plump mound through the thin fabric. I have to look away, retreat back to my safe little box protecting me from her probing stare. I don't think she knows how I see her, how I would like to see her.

I'm not sure I could handle her knowing the truth about my thoughts. Not sure what I would do if she ever showed any interest or even hinted at her playfulness hidden somewhere within. She could swallow me whole with her dark seductive gaze.

Her Italian genes prominent in every feature upon her frame. Dark brown eyes, full robust figure, flawless mixture of pale and tan skin, and from glimpses through thin fabric large dark areolas and small pert nipples. Oh how my mouth waters at the thought of them in my warm mouth.

I have to stay away from her she is married and so far shows no interest in exploration beyond. Maybe some day she will throw a flirtatious tease into our limited conversation. Maybe even a little peek at the unknown, purposefully planted at just the right moment. My arousal awaits any sign of her acknowledgement of my desires.

Today I talked to her, she needed help with the front door. I examined the door but couldn't find anything wrong, I turned and she was posed, close by her hand upon her breast and her thumb light grazing her nipple which stood at full attention. Instantly I became aroused, I could feel my heartbeat pumping against my jeans. She was staring into my soul, searching for her answer and she got it as her eyes glided down my body noticing the throbbing bulge forming in my jeans.

I stood and retreated back outside and she slowly stepped closer sliding her hands down her curvaceous sides to her hips. I stumbled backing away. I couldn't speak and she knew that she had done it. Silenced me and caused such an intense reaction to her bold yet silent tease. I turned and retreated once again to my own safe haven, knowing that she knew the power she held over me.

I hid myself from her for a month hoping she would forget. I ignored her texts and her calls for help. I knew her husband was out of town and if she chose to extract my desires from my unwilling mouth it would be an easy task. The phone buzzes and dings, I know its her but I look anyway to make sure. My eyes grow wide, I blink thinking its my imagination but no its a picture. She sent me an image of her bare chest. Her bountiful full globes right in front of my eyes. My mouth watering at the sight, my cock straining at my jeans begging for release. I can't tear my eyes away, they are so full and flawless, her nipples hard pointing straight forward defying gravity.

Buzz, ding. Another pic my jaw drops my other hand grabs my member squeezing hoping to stop it advances. This pic displays the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen its dark velvety entrance surrounded by taut, tiny labia and her clit so small and hidden behind it's protective hood. I can't stand it. I release my cock and stroke it furiously to the pics imagining myself driving into her. Listening to her grunts and moans of passion. I explode releasing my pent up frustrations. I set down the phone and go find a rag to clean my self up. I'm ashamed of my actions yet I cannot stop the images flashing in my mind. I have to make her stop, tell her this game cannot continue.

I hear a knock at the door. "Don't answer it!" the voice in my head commands. I stand silent. Knock, Knock, Knock again I remain silent hoping she leaves. Then a voice pierces the silence. A mans voice "MAINTENANCE, ANYBODY HOME?" "Just a minute I call out in relief. I throw the rag in the hamper and turn off my phone, adjust my clothes and open the door. " I just need to change out the ac filters" he states. I just nod and let him in to attend to his duties. I sigh deeply in relief. I know she is not done tormenting me and how I wish I could oblige her eager yearnings.

It has been a few days since her texts flooded my body with pleasure and she has been silent. Maybe she has given up, maybe she waits for a response. My own thoughts and desires frighten me now. I cannot get those images washed from my mind. They call me to her, an unfulfilled need aching deep within my body. I must resist. I cannot let my depravity win over my common sense.

Knock, Knock, Knock I listen to the door hearing fidgeting on the porch. Then a tiny voice, "Pops, momma needs your help!" It's my grand daughter, my sons only step daughter inherited with his new wife only two years ago. I remain silent and hear her shuffle away. Such devilish games, how long I can hold out I know not the answer.