by M M Johns

Created on: November 12, 2009   Last Updated: November 15, 2009

The walls of the office shimmered and wavered as the light from the street below passed through windows streaked with droplets of rain. The light gave the oak desk and leather chairs the appearance of life as it was reflected off the polished surfaces, constantly moving, the sheets of water running down the panes forcing the scene to continually shimmer and change shape.

The window comprised the complete front of the office. It's five floor height permitting the occupants a magnificent panoramic view over Edinburgh's Princes Street, the gardens and up to the Mound, where the buildings, all the way to the dominating castle, were floodlit. The light being absorbed into, and lighting the low, gray clouds that hung over the city. There was a constant stream of late shoppers and buses on the street below, however no sound penetrated the glass. Occasional headlight beams sweeping across the ceiling as a taxi or bus turned from the Mound onto Princes Street.

Against a shadowed wall a black leather lounge suit lurked, the long sofas, black yawning chasms, invited the unwary to sink into their depths. Two pale forms had done just that. They were moving, slowly, writhing in each other's grasp, tossing and turning, fighting the enveloping comfort of the leather and the outstretched arms. Their groans and moans of pleasure breaking the silence of the office.

A door on the wall across the office slowly opened, a barely discernible figure slipped through the narrow gap, softly closing the door behind him. No light from the outside office had filtered through the brief gap in the door, leaving the occupants of the sofa blissfully unaware of the intruder who now watched their, now frantic, coupling with amusement.

The figure, dressed completely in black, only the slits of his eyes showing through a balaclava, moved quietly on sneakered feet around the wall to a position at the feet of the gasping couple. He stood, unmoving, quietly observing their antics.

He had time, he knew their routine, had been observing this ritual for two weeks. Besides it amused him that, when the moment came for their ultimate pleasure and release, he would provide another form of release. He found the thought poetic, regretting that others would never know of it.

The female turned her lover on his back and, leaning on his chest impaled herself upon him, throwing back her head, arching her back as she ground and jerked her way to satisfaction.

The man underneath began thrusting his hips upwards

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