The Abduction of Olivia Benson - Sex Stories

The Abduction of Olivia Benson

David Nicholls was totally dissatisfied with his way of living. It seemed to him that every day began and ended in a machine-like regularity which annoyed and bored him. Perhaps he had been working too hard lately, but whatever the reason, he felt it imperative that he change his routine a trifle, some unusual or strange experience that would shake him out of this state of mind. After much analysis, David decided he had neglected the amorous side of his life entirely too much. He had hardly looked at a woman for months, so absorbed had he become in his construction work. Hunger formed in his mind and he sought a quick and sure way to cure it. Just how could he, in one brilliant and satisfying experience, satisfy his sexual side of life in a way that would make up for months of neglect. As he sat in his apartment pondering this question, David's gaze wandered out the window to the apartment opposite his. The apartment building he lived in was “U-shaped” and the windows of the apartments on either side were exposed to the wandering eyes of “interested” neighbors. He knew that a most delicious bit of femininity carrying the name of Miss Olivia Benson, known as Livvie, dwelt in the apartment opposite. That was the way he also knew she possessed a divine body. A body that he had often desired, but had always dismissed from his mind under the stress of his affairs. He judged from the look of her that she was about twenty-three years old, in the bloom of womanhood and a striking ...

... brunette. David knew her only in passing. They usually smiled at each other when they met, and mumbled the usual common greetings, but David had not actually formally introduced himself to her – yet! But, there was no doubt in his mind that he really wanted to know her better. He had inquired about her to other tenants and the responses were always positive. Seems this was a woman he could consider being with the rest of his life. He sat upright with interest as he noted in the dim interior of the apartment opposite his that Livvie was in the midst of undressing, apparently unconscious of the fact that his position allowed him to see her. His pulse quickened, as she finished taking off her dress over her head and stood in a black chemise. He followed with his eyes the sculptured curves of her perfectly molded body as far as her thighs, where the window sill cut his vision. Then she moved and was lost from his view, leaving David with a thousand thoughts running through his mind. That settled it, he must go this very night somewhere to satisfy the overwhelming desire which he knew, if unsatisfied, would continue to torture him. He thought of a place, a secret place he'd heard about where strange performances of an exotic nature were staged for the benefit of very wealthy clients. A client which, under sworn secrecy not to divulge what he saw, was privileged to witness unusual and stimulating displays of eroticism. That was what he needed, a visit to this place would clear his ...