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Watching Ch. 01

By: midsomer



He sat on the balcony of his apartment, sipping a beer and staring out into the night. It was late. Or early. Past two in the morning, and the only sound he could hear was the quiet murmuring of the nearby highway. He had just gotten back from the office and couldn't sleep.

Jason was in his twenties, and waiting out the summer before his second year of graduate school. His green eyes narrowed slightly against a soft wind that rustled his dark hair. He glanced down at his scuffed dress shoes, and past them, dangling sixteen floors above the ground.

Another sip. Another look down. He felt . . . drained. Again. Jason's brow furrowed as he leaned forward. Drained. At the start of the summer when he had moved in, he reveled in the fact that he couldn't step onto the balcony without his pulse racing. It was so high up. Looking out, he could see everything - into other apartments of the next building set too close to his; into the dark sky above the highway, illuminated only by a half-moon that threw passing clouds into pale relief. Now, perched on the top of the concrete railing still warm from yesterday's sun . . . drained. Another sip. Another look down.

Jason's summer had begun quite differently. He'd been employed for the last six weeks as a temp for a large law firm in the city. The work was relatively mindless: organizing and cataloguing documents into a database for a big case that was going to trial in the fall. But, it was an easy way to earn money for the school year in order to borrow less for tuition. And, it filled the hours before his studies started again in the fall.

Jason was accustomed to exhausting himself with work. Jobs, school, it never mattered. He'd tried other things: drinking, some drugs. But in the end, it always came back to the exhaustion. When he was exhausted, he couldn't feel; it was that simple. And it worked.

It had been some time since Jason had dwelled on what he thought of as his dirty little secret. It had been months since he had fantasized about being bound, whipped, and treated as one who lived only to pleasure others. In the past, he had tried to hide from these feelings, denying they existed. He'd had a number of vanilla relationships, all ending the same: she (and on one occasion, a he) would walk out, furious over his inapproachability. His coldness. His seeming disinterest. Once – he closed his eyes to shut out the memory of it – he tried to introduce that part of himself to a girlfriend he had found particularly strong and commanding. One he thought he could trust. The result was a restraining order, and court ordered counseling. After that, Jason simply buried his sexual needs deep inside himself. Another sip, another long look down.

This summer had started differently. What had he been thinking? What's wrong with being numb? He couldn't help it, of course. And it was all because of Meredith. 

Meredith Long was the attorney working on the case for the law firm. Jason remembered their first meeting at his interview. It was all he could do to focus on her questions. "Yes, ma'am. I am familiar with your firm's database program . . . No ma'am, I'm not worried about working long hours . . ." All the while, he had been staring at her. Her raven black hair, hanging carelessly past her shoulders. Her long neck. The full lips, firm and decisive. Her body lithe, exuding a controlled sexuality. 

It was her eyes though. Those black eyes. When she first looked at him, Jason felt as if he'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. Those eyes seemed to look past him and into his thoughts. 

She was young, not even a partner at the firm. But despite this, Jason felt compelled by her easy charisma from the moment of their first meeting. Over the past weeks, he'd grown to eagerly look forward to seeing and working with her at every opportunity. When he was with her, Jason felt calmed by her control. And tremendously excited as well.

Of course she could have no idea of this. Meredith maintained an air of formality. Jason called her "Ma'am" or "Ms. Long" whenever meeting with her. As his work on the database progressed, Jason thrilled in giving "Ma'am" (as he was starting to think of her) status reports; pointing out various parts of the flow chart on his computer screen as she stood behind his chair, leaning slightly forward. On occasion, when leaning closer to the screen, her hair would barely brush Jason's neck and shoulder; her fingers would graze his arm. The memory of that touch would stay with him for hours afterwards, making him shiver deep inside whenever he thought of it.

Another sip. Another look down. Well, that'll teach him. Jason had catalogued and cross-referenced the documents in Meredith's case so extensively that she was able to settle the damn thing. He had been so goddamn devoted that he had worked himself out of a job. Jason remembered this afternoon when Meredith had returned from court. Her eyes flashed with excitement. "We won! They gave us everything we asked for!" The partners at the firm were so happy that they had an impromptu celebration in the conference room, running through the liquor supply and causing Jason to go out twice for more.

Jason couldn't help feeling proud of Meredith as she sat at the conference room table, going over her victory to the partners. "It was Jason's database. Every time they objected, I was able to pull up the document that proved them wrong! They just couldn't get away from the documents." Jason remembered the thrill he felt hearing her mention his name. 

Another si . . . oh damn, his beer was empty. Jason sighed as he swung around onto the porch. He was turning to leave when he heard a sliding door open from the building across. He heard a soft giggle next. Turning back, Jason saw a woman slowly pulling a man out onto their porch. Jason's eyes narrowed. She was wearing just a white silk slip and her back was to him. Jason could see her long blond hair hanging down to the middle of her back. She was barefoot, and it was clear from the outline of the slip that she nothing on underneath it. Unconsciously, Jason's breath quickened. He leaned forward . . . no. He stopped himself. Better to leave. Better to just leave. Jason turned back to the porch door.

He stopped when he heard her voice. "No, you lost. And, you promised." She sounded strong and sensual, but Jason could sense the underlying nervousness; hidden, but there nonetheless.

The man sighed in response.

"Better" he heard her purr. Suddenly, her voice was cold and commanding. "On your knees. Now!"

He turned, transfixed. Rooted to the spot where he stood, Jason stared across to the other balcony; he heard the woman's tone change. "Take off your shirt. I want to look at you." The nervousness was gone now; replaced by . . . something else.

Jason could see the man slowly removing his dress shirt. "No. Keep the tie on. You need a leash!" The man kneeled before her, shirt off. Jason could see the runner's build of his body, shaking in anticipation.

The woman reached behind and slowly raised herself up onto the stone ledge of the porch. Her slip was riding up to a point where Jason could see her milky white buttocks resting on the rough stone. Her long, lithe legs were draped on either side of the man and Jason could see the white of her bare thigh offset by the fringe of white of her slip.

"Come here and kiss my feet." Jason saw the man move forward on his knees and slowly lean towards her center.

Whack! Jason's breath drew in sharply. She slapped him! In the midst of his shock, Jason felt his cock stir and harden. Shaken, his breathing quickened as he leaned forward for a better view.

"I said my feet." The woman slid off of the ledge, staring down at the man, his head bowed in obvious shame. She slowly drew his tie towards her, pulling it in until it brushed up against her breasts. "You . . . will learn . . . to listen!" Although her tone was calm, Jason's eyes widened at the icy passion he heard in her voice.

She loosened her grip on the tie. The man slowly bent down out of sight, and Jason saw the woman's head lean back; arms behind her on the ledge, her eyes closed, and a small smile playing on her lips. "Better" she breathed softly, as she raised one hand to her breast, her fingers slowly tracing the outline of her nipple through the slip, pulling on it. Jason couldn't believe what he was seeing. He stood, mesmerized, all thoughts of leaving the porch abandoned.

After a few moments, her eyes opened and she glanced downward. Again her tone was cold and slicing. "You know your position. Take it!"

There was a muted reply. The words weren't clear, but Jason could clearly hear the plaintive tone in the man's voice. "Now." She replied. The man stood, trembling, and slowly leaned over the stone ledge, his eyes closed. The woman removed the tie and bound it over his eyes. She then took his shirt in one hand from the ground, and in one practiced, savage move, ripped it in half. Quickly, she used the tattered strips to bind his hands together in front of him and tie them to the metal rail on the ledge. Without conscious thought, Jason's hand traveled down to his pants and began rubbing the straining outline of his cock.

The woman walked around her bound victim, slowly tracing her finger down his spine. Reaching his lower back, she suddenly grabbed and pulled down his pants. Jason could just see the outline of his ass, bare and trembling in the moonlight.

Slap! Even though the woman had spanked her bound slave, Jason jumped, as though he himself had been struck. Barely able to suppress a groan, he opened his pants, reached down and began stroking himself. His hips began to thrust back and forward as he heard the woman slap her victim's bare skin over and over again. The man bit his lower lip, wincing as each stinging blow found its mark. Rather than cringe from her punishment, Jason could see that after each spanking, the man would arch his back and present his bottom in quivering anticipation.

After about a dozen blows, it stopped. Jason opened his eyes to see the woman untying the man's hands from the ledge, and retying them behind his back. She resumed her earlier position on the ledge, legs spread apart. In one practiced move, she removed her slip, letting it flutter over the balcony and float silently to the ground far below. Her ragged breath caused her breasts to rise and fall quickly, glistening with summer sweat, and shivering with desire. Even from the distance between the two balconies, Jason could she her erect nipples protruding in sharp relief to the soft curves of her bosom that flowed to the taut muscles of her abdomen.

"You want to worship my pussy, don't you?" She murmured. Again, Jason could only hear a muted reply. But even though the man's words were muffled, the desire they carried was clear.

She snapped her fingers. The sound echoed like a gunshot. Jason watched the man lean forward, blindfolded, hands bound behind him, lips parted. The woman leaned back moaning softly. She tilted her head back further, and slowly, languidly wrapped each ankle around his naked back; drawing him closer into her. As her head leaned back, her blond hair fell back over her shoulders and hung behind her over the railing. Again, she languidly caressed her breasts with one hand, alternately stroking and pulling on her nipples.

Already, Jason could see her begin to writhe under her slave's tongue. Her hips thrust rhythmically against his mouth; her ass lifting off the ledge again and again as she supported herself with both hands. Although her eyes were closed, she still was talking to him in that impassive, commanding voice.

"Mmmm . . . yes, there, right there. Worship my pussy. You like sucking on my clit, don't you?" she purred.

Jason saw her foot travel down from her slave's back, briefly caressing his marked ass, and disappear from sight.

"I can feel your cock, pet. Ohhhh . . .You're so hard . . . Mmmm . . . I bet you want to fuck me with that hard cock of yours." Her voice, still commanding, was now laced with desire as she sat on the ledge, shivering and breathing deeply.

In response, Jason could only hear the muffled whimpering of the slave pleasuring his Mistress, pleading for his own release. Jason's hand was working his own cock in an unconscious rhythm as he watched the scene unfold before him.

He could see her languid smile as she continued talking and rhythmically thrusting her hips forward into him. Her head was turned slightly in his direction, resting lightly on her shoulder, her eyes closed.

Jason's gaze returned back to the man going down on his mistress. He could hear the wet lapping of his tongue against her pussy as he dove into her again and again.

"You like being naked for me, don't you? Hmmm? You can't hide that hard cock of yours can you? You like to jerk off for me, don't you?"

Jason slowly looked up and froze. He saw the woman staring at him over her shoulder. A small smile played on her lips as she continued to thrust her hips up off the ledge over and over into her slave's mouth. Slowly she reached forward and untied his hands, never breaking her gaze with Jason. "You may play with yourself."

Both Jason and the blindfolded man groaned uncontrollably as they groped and began stroking their cocks at a feverish pace.

"Yes pet. Play with yourself. But you may not cum until I give you permission."

Straining, Jason continued to stroke his cock rhythmically as he watched the woman thrust her hips harder and harder, her breathing coming faster and more ragged. "Keep sucking my clit, pet," she moaned. Jason could hear the wet slurping sounds as the man licked and sucked on the woman's pussy, faster, deeper, harder. The woman continued to look at Jason as he played with his cock. "That's right. Stroke yourself for me. You like that don't you? You like playing with your hard cock for your mistress."

Jason could feel himself getting closer and closer to release; the familiar feeling starting to well up from inside. Soon, he felt himself starting to lose control. Unconsciously, he thrust against his hand faster and harder.

"Stop!"

Jason's eyes snapped open. Both he and the other man had frozen at the sound of her harsh command.

"Stand!"

As Jason straightened, he saw the man slowly get to his feet, trembling. His own breathing fast and ragged.

Slowly, the woman slid off of the ledge and walked around her blindfolded slave. Looking intently at Jason, she traced her fingers over the man's entire body, raking her nails across his back and around to his belly. Jason could see the red welts left behind on his body. Deliberately, she rose up to his chest and sharply pinched his nipples. Jason quietly gasped as if she had wrenched his skin instead. Her slave squirmed and moaned, twisting his head from side to side, shivering with desire. As she walked around the man casually, Jason could see the faint scratch marks on her thighs left by the rough ledge of the balcony wall.

Staring intently at Jason, the woman continued to circle her slave. Deliberately, she stroked his neck, raking her nails downward across his chest. Walking in front of him, she traced the outline of his abdomen as his breath became even more ragged.

She stopped, facing Jason, standing just to the side of her slave. Jason's lips parted as he saw her slowly lower her hand until it rested lightly on the man's cock. Transfixed, he watched as she deliberately wrapped her hand around it from its sensitive underside and began to caress it slowly. Jason moaned softly moaned and panted as he watched the woman pleasure her slave. He wanted to continue touching himself, but he could tell from her gaze that this was not permitted.

The woman stood beside the man, rubbing his cock. Jason could see now that she was at least a foot shorter than him, yet something, some force, was radiating from her – almost eclipsing him completely. Stroking rhythmically, it was clear that she could tell he was close to cumming. Her slave's sweat-drenched body was trembling uncontrollably as he bit his lower lip. He clenched his hands at his side, trying vainly to contain the orgasm building from within.

Slowly, the woman leaned towards her slave. Eyes closing, she licked his throat, her tongue gliding deliberately up towards his ear. Jason could see his control slipping as his breathing came now in ragged heaves, faster and faster. He gave a shuddering moan as she bit his ear lobe, pulling on it with her teeth.

Drawing back, slowly opening her eyes, she stared at Jason. He could feel her impassive gaze drilling into him, taking in all that she saw.

Smiling slightly, the woman walked forward, holding onto her slave's cock; using it as a leash. As she approached the ledge, she bent forward and grabbed its edges. She was facing Jason, and he could see the hardness of her nipples as her soft white skin almost glowed in the moonlight.

"Fuck me, pet. Make your mistress cum," she purred.

Jason groaned softly and started to stroke himself again when he saw the woman gaze directly into his eyes and shook her head from side to side. "Remember," she sighed "you may not cum until I give permission."

Blindly, her slave groped for his mistress. Finding her bent hips with his hands, he instantly thrust toward her, groaning with mad desire. Jason could see her back arch and heard the sharp intake of her breath. "Yes, pet! Fuck me . . . fuck me hard." Jason heard her moan as he saw her rhythmically rock her herself backwards, meeting his thrusts with equal ferocity, while her hands gripped the railing tightly. "Do you like that pet?" She asked, looking deep into Jason's eyes. "Do you want to cum for your mistress?"

Nodding, Jason continued to stroke himself rhythmically, building to a crescendo that he knew he didn't have a hope of preventing. He stared at the woman, knowing he was under her complete control; helpless to do anything but her bidding. Jason watched as the man reached forward with both hands, finding and pulling at her nipples in a fluid, practiced move. Her back arched further as her breath became ragged and uneven. "Yes pet!" she panted, clearly succumbing to her own desire, thrusting herself against him, straining to take every bit of him into her. Although her eyes had grown wider, Jason saw that her level gaze had not broken from him.

"Ohhh! Now, pet!" Jason heard her cry. Her eyes glazed and narrowed as she stared at him panting and moaning in wild abandon. "Cum for me! Cum for me now!"

Shuddering, Jason felt his orgasm overtake and hit him like an onrushing train. Again and again he came as he saw her succumb to her own shaking climax, never breaking her gaze at him.

****

The abrasive beeping of the alarm clock jolted Jason awake. Dazed, he jolted up in bed blinking his eyes rapidly, trying to overcome a sudden dizziness. Was that . . .? Did she . . .?

Looking around, Jason saw that it was bright daylight. Confused, he rubbed his hand across the stubble of his chin. He was alone in his room; everything in place, nothing out of the ordinary.

Falling back to his pillow, Jason stared at the ceiling. "A dream?" he asked himself out loud. "But it was so real!"

It felt like he had only blinked. Turning his head slowly, Jason stretched slowly as he looked at the clock. And saw that he was two hours late for work.

"Damn!" He exclaimed, jolting up and out of bed. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" Meredith hated when people were late. Her people. Him. "Damn!" Twenty minutes later, hair still dripping from his fast and cold shower, Jason was striding quickly out of the ground floor lobby of his apartment building, heading towards the subway. Preoccupied, he was trying to think of an acceptable explanation for Meredith.

Walking quickly past the flowerbed decorating the front of the apartment building, Jason almost missed it. A soft breeze causing movement barely registered out of the corner of his eye.


Watching Ch. 01



Luke crushed his empty beer can and tossed it into the back of his Chevy truck. She was late, and he was beginning to wonder if she had plans after work that differed from her week night routine. He watched Nina's windows with expectant eyes, drawing hard on his cigarette, and thinking about the last two years. He was here as often as he could be, and she never failed to unknowingly giver him a very sexual show. 

The familiar twinge of desire stirred in his pants, but the sour taste of disappointment quickly repelled it. Raking his hand through is unruly dark hair, Luke decided he would have to watch another night. His fingers closed around the key, as he swallowed his disappointment; he would have to sneak over to Carla's window, and hope her nosey father wasn't home. He could at least kiss her, and touch her soft skin before he had to go to work. That would have to be enough for tonight. 

Carla was boring when it came to sex in comparison to Nina. When he'd lost his virginity to Carla, he had expected to experience what Nina does to the men that she brought home. Much to his disappointment she had just laid underneath him, mimicking sounds that she had heard from porn, pretending to enjoy what he was doing. He imagined Nina the entire time. Carla was sweet and could be fun, but when it came to sex she was frigid and unresponsive. 

His truck, older than himself by ten years, sputtered to life coughing and groaning. Sighing heavily, he started to back up out of the empty lot across the street from the window he watched, when he seen the lights come on. Feeling a sense of relief that surprised him, Luke killed the engine, and settled back against the vinyl seat. 

Nina was 40 now making her 20 years his senior, but she was the most beautiful, sexually inclined women he had ever seen. He watched her through her always open curtains, and remembered the first time he had seen her in all her glory. Almost two years ago she had paid him $30.00 to pull the weeds, mow the grass and lay some gravel around her house. 

Luke shifted his weight in the cab of his truck as the memory stirred his desire. He watched Nina walk through her living room and into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of wine and rolled her head back and forth on her sagging shoulders with her eyes closed. She leaned against her counter rubbing her neck, as he encouraged his memory. 

He remembered exactly the way she looked, through her bathroom window on that hot summer day. He had crouched just underneath it behind a small shrub. She sat on an oversized chair near her bathtub, her cotton summer dress pulled down to expose her firm, braless breasts, her fingers tugging at her nipples, while the fingers of her other hand stroked the folds of her pussy. Her gorgeous legs were spread loosely, her dress bunched around her slender waist; her mouth slightly parted. 

A slight smile curved his lips at the memory as he watched her. On that summer day, he had only been walking by looking for weeds, when he was rewarded with the show. At the time he had still been a shy, skinny, bean pole with an acne problem, thus still a virgin. It had been the first time he had seen her naked and before that day he had only masturbated to his fathers Hustler, and Playboy magazines. 

His jaw clenched as he remembered in detail watching her please herself that first time, slipping her fingers over her clit in circular motions. He had stood mesmerized in the hot sun, rubbing his instantly hard cock through his shorts. His tongue hard, and a desire like he'd never felt before, settled in his stomach, burning as if on fire. Luke smiled at the memory of standing outside her window, grunting, viciously rubbing, and completely oblivious to anything around him other then the way her fingers dipped into her cunt, massaging, as her breasts heaved with her heavy breaths. He could still see her pussy lips glistening with her juices, the way her hips moved in tiny circles and how she trapped her clit between her fingers, rolling it softly as he held his aching hard-on, stroking the length of it in long jerking motions. 

Luke shifted again in his truck, and adjusted his hard on. Nina sipped from her wine glass and smoked a cigarette; still in her kitchen. He sighed as anticipation poked at him; his memory pressing on.

He remembered the way his knees wobbled, as he watched her pull her breasts close enough to her face to allow her darting tongue to skim across her large dark nipples. He had jerked feverishly on his cock, clenching his teeth and seeing stars, as her delicate fingers expertly moved at her center. He remembered trying to slow his jerk when his balls tightened to prolong the experience but he couldn't. It felt too good. He was lightheaded and swayed as his cock spewed long ropes of cum all over the side of her house. 

That had been the first of two. He couldn't take his eyes off her and continued to watch her, as her painted toe's curled, her breasts bouncing slightly as she rubbed her fingers through the slick wetness of her pussy. Her soft moans and whimpers made it hard for him to breathe and only minutes later his cotton shorts once again tented around his cock. Anxiously, he had pumped it through a loose fist, a little slower this time as her head collided with the back of her chair; her chestnut colored hair spilling over her slender shoulders to rest against her perfectly supple breasts. 

He had squeezed and pulled on his throbbing cock as she rocked her hips against her own fingers, circling them around her swollen clit. Her tan skin shinny from the sheen of sweat that covered her, added to his excitement. He remembered how her breaths started coming in shallow pants, and her body began to tremble, as she moaned, beckoning her own orgasm. It was when her thighs began to tremble and her body tensed that he began jerking his cock uncontrollably. His hand was a blur on his cock as her body trembled and tightened. He could see the muscles in her stomach contract as her moans got louder. 

He thought she looked in his direction when he moaned, releasing his second round of thick hot cum all over the wall and his shorts. Wishful thinking on his part he was sure. 

It was hard to talk to her after that, he stumbled over words, and forgot sometimes how to walk when he was in her presence. After that day, watching Nina became almost a sort of obsession. She almost never failed to let him down. 

Luke sighed as his memory faded and unzipped the constricting material of his jeans, shifting a little to allow enough room for his aching cock to spring from its confines. He skimmed the tip of it with his fingers pulling slightly, and enjoying the hot pulsing rips of pleasure that shot through his groin as he watched her now, and remembered her then. 

He watched from the darkness of his truck as Nina let her hair fall from her up do, and slipped out of her heels. Luke lazily pumped the head of his cock through his fist as she downed the rest of her wine and poured another glass, before padding back into the living room. He wondered if she would have a visitor tonight or if she would take care of herself. He hoped it was the latter. He liked watching her being fucked by the men she brought home, but watching her fuck herself always produced his best orgasms. He groaned quietly, tightening his grip around his cock, and pulled a little faster in anticipation.

His gaze fell over her legs still toned and beautiful, as Nina padded into her living room where she sat on the arm of her couch and her eyes closed. He frequently thought about what it would be like to push them apart and lick the folds of her pussy. Slowly tease her the way she had teased him for the last two years. He wanted so badly to flick his tongue over her clit, lap up the sweet juice that dripped from her and fuck her with his tongue. 

He bit his bottom lip as he watched her hand rest on her breasts and slowed his pace knowing she would take her time. He watched her finger glide along the hem of her blouse, up over her collar bone then along the side of her neck. He smiled with tantalizing anticipation, and entertained the idea of knocking on her door. Nina's movement dissipated the thought like a cloud of smoke, as she disappeared down the hall. He teased his cock, massaging just under the head allowing his desire to mount, until she returned; he knew she would, she always did. 

Nina returned wearing only an over sized tee shirt and a pair of white cotton panties, carrying a refilled glass of whine. She looked relaxed and he couldn't wait for her to touch herself. Grabbing the head of his cock, he squeezed it gently and forced it past his fingers, imagining what her soft lips would feel like wrapped around it. He groaned hoarsely at the thought, sexual desire flooding him. His muscles tight and breathing heavy, he watched her intently. 

Nina picked up the remote and settled onto the couch. He watched her, silently urging her to release the tension of the day. As if reading his mind, she threw one leg over the arm of the couch and let her legs fall open. From where he sat he had a perfect view and could almost see the outlines of her pussy through the thin white cotton. He rolled his hand over the bulbous head of his cock and reminded himself to take it slow. 

He watched intently as Nina moved both of her hands to her breasts and skimmed her palms over her nipples. She let her head fall against the couch, and Luke felt his desire rumble louder through his chest, he knew now the show had begun. He clenched his jaw as the familiar need enveloped him. His temperature rose, and his breathing became uneven. 

"Pace it, damn it," He scolded himself out loud. He watched Nina dip her finger into her wine then slowly pushed her panties to the side. "Oh yeah, that's it baby," Luke whispered into the cab of his truck.

The thought of licking the wine off her swollen clit was enough to make the veins in his cock bulge. Finding a steady pace he rhythmically pulled and squeezed his cock as he watched Nina's lips fall open slightly. Her hand moved slowly under the sheer material of her cotton panties while the other snaked under her shirt. Luke knew she was tugging her perfect nipples and wished she'd take her panties off. He wanted to see her wet pussy.

She rocked her hips slightly. She gripped her panties and pulled them to the side further, dipping her thumb slowly into her pussy and pushing her index finger slowly into her ass. Her back arched against the couch and her mouth opened a little further making him groan. She massaged the thin layer of skin between the two holes and Luke thought he could feel her heat from the cab of his truck. Heat swamped his body, and he squeezed his cock harder, slowly forcing it through a tight fist, imagining pushing it into her ass. 

An image from two nights ago flashed in his mind of Nina on her knees, her fingers at her pussy, her mouth hungrily sucking on the cock of a lucky man. He quickened his pace, the image of her touching herself paired with the flash back of her cock sucking skills made his balls tighten, his stomach flutter. The first pearls of pre cum erupted into his palm on an up stroke and Luke slowed his pace to a light massage as he smeared it over his shaft. 

Nina continued to stroke her sweet pussy, her face relaxing as she pushed harder and faster. He twitched against the cold vinyl of his seat as he jerked his fist back up his cock. He watched her tremble and knew she was close. Both of her hands moved between her legs, her toes curled. He pulled hard and fast on his throbbing cock, moaning loudly now, and cursing the fogging wind shield. He watched her back arch further, and knew she was screaming when she threw her head back and fucked her cunt with her slender fingers. Luke jerked up hard as the first wave of his orgasm pumped from his cock; he groaned loud and felt his face twist as white hot explosions tore through his body. His muscles tensed, another shot of cum spewing from his cock and onto his tee shirt. He groaned louder as another rope of cum covered his fist. He watched Nina relax and smiled at the fact that they had cum together. 

"As always Nina, it's been a pleasure," he whispered into the now cold cab of his truck, still holding his spent cock.

Grabbing a McDonald's napkin from the glove department, he cleaned up his mess, and glanced back into Nina's window. His breath caught in this throat and he froze when his eyes met hers. Was she watching him? She couldn't be its too dark. She couldn't possibly see him. He sat completely still, and his heart almost stopped when he watched her point at him, and then when she moved it back and forth as if to tell him to come here, his heat leapt from its place in his chest and crashed hard against his ribs. She was smiling at him. Was he imaging shit? He opened the door to his truck and stepped out, still watching her and shoving his still raging hard on back into his jeans. Her smile widened, before she turned away from the window and disappeared into the kitchen. Luke practically sprinted across the street then stalled at her door. He didn't know whether he should knock or just go in. He decided to knock. 

He tried to understand, put the pieces together but in the end gave up as his mind raced. 

At her door he stood trying to calm his nerves, absently pushing his fingers through his hair, and just when he brought his knuckles to the door, she opened it. Her smile was wide, her eyes bright. 

"Come on in Luke," she said playfully then turned away from the door, leaving it wide open. 

Luke smiled nervously and followed, closing the door behind him. He wiped his sweaty palms down the front of his jeans and his legs felt like rubber as he walked towards the kitchen. He stalled for a second and looked at his truck through her living room window. He couldn't see the inside of it, in fact he could barely make it out as a truck. 

"Do you want a beer, or something," he heard her ask from the kitchen. 

Luke swallowed past the lump that insisted on lodging itself in his throat, and took a deep breath. "Sure, I'd love one," he told her hearing the nervousness in his own voice as he entered the kitchen. 

Nina leaned against the counter, her glass refilled and a cold beer sitting beside it. He watched her hair fall loosely around her face, and felt his nerves subside as arousal reclaimed him. 

"Did you enjoy watching tonight Luke?" she asked a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. 

"The question totally caught him off guard. "I -- um, well I was just..." he let his words trail, what could he say.

A cheeky smile bloomed beautifully on her face, as she pushed her long hair off her shoulders. "I know what you were doing Luke. Sorry I kept you waiting tonight. Long day at the office," she said casually. 

Her words fell from her lips like soft rose petals, and Luke's cock instantly grew hard, throbbing against his zipper. He was completely shocked at her admission but it turned it him on instantly. 

"Did you think I didn't know you watch me?" she asked quietly, dangling his beer from her fingertips. A sensual smile played on her face, her blue green eyes soft and inviting, yet smoldering. 

"Umm... what do you mean?" His question tumbled from his suddenly very dry mouth, and he again pushed his hands nervously through his hair. 

She giggled softly as she rounded the counter, moving across the kitchen floor with the grace of a goddess, still dangling his beer. "I've been expecting you to make a move Luke," she said coming to a stop only an inch from his chest. She smiled coyly as she wiped the cum off his tee shirt and seductively licked it from her fingertip. 

Luke's face flushed with a raw mixture of embarrassment and desire. "You knew I was... out there?" He asked feeling overwhelmed, yet more sexually aroused then he'd ever been in his life. 

Her sexy smile widened as she pushed his beer into his chest. "Honey, I know you've been watching me since the first time," she said, her eyes tormenting him with their sensual allure. 

Luke took the beer but said nothing. He didn't know what to say. He stared down at her as she watched him her bare feet twisting on the hard wood floor. The smell of her was intoxicating in itself, a soft vanilla mixed with the sweet fruity smell of her wine intertwining deliciously with the overwhelming smell of her sex. 

"I think I've been pretty patient Luke. I know I turn you on, because you're here almost every night. Haven't you ever wondered why I always leave my curtains open and stay where I know you can see me?" she spoke slowly and swayed just a little. "Tonight, I need you." 

Her words hit him hard and he blinked in surprise. "I didn't know... I mean...," he let his words trail and chugged from his beer. 

Nina smiled and put her hand against his chest. He looked down at the top of her head trying to comprehend what she had just told him. She traced her finger down the center of his torso until she reached the bottom of his tee shirt then lifted it dipping her hand underneath to rest against his bare stomach. 

"You waited for me tonight," she said, her voice taking on a husky tone. "Thanks." 

He wanted to touch her so badly. A bead of sweat formed at his brow. "Um, well, I really wanted to watch you tonight." His words sounded strange, confused almost and he swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. 

"How about you do more then watch tonight?" Her eyes held his gaze, slightly unfocused yet raging with the promise of sexual bliss. The blue of her eyes gave way to the grayish green and swirled the way a storm does when its gathering strength before it strikes. 

He couldn't speak. He could barely breathe. He knew she wasn't asking a question, but more like making a statement and nodded his head eager to oblige. Her fingers felt hot as they skimmed over his chest, and as his cock responded to her touch he prayed that he could please her. 

"Your shoulders have really filled out," she told him tracing her fingers along his rigid muscles, before pulling them back down the center of his chest. "I can't wait to see you shirtless." 

Luke watched her tongue drag over her top lip and clenched his jaw as his entire body tensed. He knew he was trembling slightly, in shock maybe, or anticipation and hoped that she didn't notice. 

"Luke; touch me," she said allowing her hand to fall from his chest as she sipped from her glass. 

Luke watched her throat work as she emptied her wine glass, admiring the fragility and softness of it. He felt blood rush to his cock as he put his beer on the counter. His hands snaked easily around her waist and as he hoisted her onto the counter, she giggled in surprise. 

He pushed her legs open and positioned himself between them. Nina's body shimmied closer to him, a barely audible purr of approval escaping past her lips. Luke cupped his shaky hands around her face and kissed her, tasting her, lingering on her lips. He visibly trembled at the softness of her skin, and his head swam with desire. 

Her lips parted inviting him to slip his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist as their kiss deepened, and pressed the cotton of her panties against the ridge of his rock hard cock. He moved his hands under her tee-shirt, his jaw clenching, throbbing at the hinges as an overwhelming urge to throw her on the ground and ravish her body pushed at him. 

Nina hummed a sweet sound as Luke pressed the palms of his hands against her erect nipples and let out a shaky breath. Her body felt like it was getting warmer under his touch, by the second. Eagerly he pinched her hard nipples, tugging on them like he had watched her do to herself so many times. A rush of adrenaline raced through his veins, his desire burned in his stomach. 




Watching Ch. 01



He lifted his head to watch her. The green of her eyes gave way to a darker grayish tint, swirling the way a storm does when its gathering strength before it strikes. She shimmed closer to him until her breasts were pressed against his chest. 

"I thought about this moment so many times," she said dreamily. 

He didn't say anything, because he wasn't sure he could. Their lips met again and Luke felt her tongue expertly massaged his. He shifted his weight as his erection pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans, the need to have her, roared through him, tearing at his control. 

His hands moved faster along her skin, until her nipples were locked between his fingers. He squeezed them hard then softened his grasp when he saw pain in her eyes. 

"I'm sorry," he slurred. 

"Luke, don't apologize," she told him quietly, her eyes falling to his lips. 

Her hand closed around the outline of his cock through his jeans, making him suck in a raspy, sharp, uneven breath. She squeezed slightly rubbing the length of him; he could feel the desire in her touch and knew that he needed more. His hands moved fiercely back down her body, skimming her flat belly, around her firm hips to her tight ass. Her smile widened when he lifted her against him. He felt himself tremble with need as he pulled her off the counter and carried her into the living room, where he eased her onto her couch. He smiled at the expression on her face then walked to the window and closed her blinds. He heard her laugh in response. 

Dropping to his knees in front of her he grabbed her tee shirt and lifted it over her head and up her arms, throwing it to the side. Her braless breasts bounced as he drank in the sight, every curve, every goose bump, and ever freckle on her beautiful body. Her smooth skin, felt like silk as he tentatively moved his hands to her waist, her dark nipples hard and pointing at him. She smiled and let her head fall against the back of the couch as she watched him. Her exposed throat called to him, and as he leaned over her, she opened her legs to allow him to get closer. 

Luke kissed her throat as he moved his rough hands over her belly softly. She arched her back slightly, pushing her head into the couch as he licked the length of her neck, kissing, biting and sucking. She tasted faintly of salt, and he couldn't get enough. His tongue hard, he eagerly ran it over her collar bones and the soft crevasse between them, sucking in ragged, hoarse breaths between kisses. 

When he began to pull away Nina closed her fist with a hand full of his hair and held him there. 

"Don't stop," she breathed and pushed her pelvis against his. "Yes, good Luke... just like that," she murmured when his tongue once again traveled her collar bone. Her hand moved to his cock, and she stroked the length of it from the outside of his jeans. 

"Mmmm," she purred, paying special attention to the throbbing head of his bursting cock. 

Shuddering in response to the thunderous bolt of desire tearing through him, Luke swallowed hard, and pulled away to meet her gaze. He caressed her hard nipples, then bent over her once again to suckle them. 

God yes Luke, Oh that feels so good," she whined her words heavy and almost coarse. Her fingers tangled in his hair, as he moved his mouth to her breasts; her soft moans encouraged him to continue as he closed his lips around the caramel colored pearls standing hard at the tip of her tear drop breasts. He thought his cock would split, as he suckled on the hard flesh. 

He listened to her moans get louder as he flicked his tongue over one then the other, sucking them into his mouth. He felt beads of sweat form on his forehead, and his whole body seemed to vibrate. He felt dizzy with desire and sucked in a long breath of vanilla scented air in an attempt to clear his head. He could feel the sexuality seep from Nina, feel her heat and the desire that matched his own. 

His tongue circled her nipples, as his hands moved up the soft smooth skin of her legs, and thought his cock would rip a whole in his jeans when she spread them further at his touch. He couldn't stop his fingers from frantically seeking out the hot, wet center between them, and froze at the heat he felt there. Resting his head against her breasts he groaned loudly from somewhere deep with in him. 

He pulled his head away from her breasts and pushed past her panties to explore the silky, slick flesh with his fingers as Nina groped at the zipper of his jeans. Her hips jutted forward when he found her hard and swollen clit. His lungs burned and his legs felt weak as he gently circled the growing bud, listening to the uneven, heavy breaths Nina sucked past her parted lips. 

He heard the zipper of his jeans open, and almost yelled with relief when his cock sprang from the opening. He groaned when he felt her fingers close around his cock, and plunged two fingers into her soaked cunt when she squeezed. He pushed his hips towards her, needing to feel her hand travel the length of his shaft, and began trying to fuck her hand as his fingers slid back to her clit, wet with her juices. 

Nina clamped down harder on his shaft, "There's no hurry Luke, let's just take our time," she whispered. 

Luke slowed his hips, feeling slightly frustrated. He had wanted her for two years, taking his time might be a little far fetched, he thought as he watched her eyes, thick with haze. 

"Tell me what you want," he said shakily, clenching his jaw. 

Nina smiled and leaned forward to kiss his neck then the line of his jaw, his cock still nestled in the palm of her hand. She leaned back against the couch and looked at him, a sensual smile playing at her lips. "I want you take your shirt off then taste my pussy Luke. Would you like to know what it tastes like?" 

"Yes, ma'am," her said thickly. Luke immediately pulled his shirt off and watched as her eyes flicked across his bare shoulders and chest. He watched her sit up to move her hands gracefully across his chest and over his quaking shoulders. She pressed her face into the thin dark patch of hair at the center of his chest and inhaled deeply, before allowing herself to fall back against the couch. 

Luke wasted no time pulling her panties away from her body, his heart thumping as she lifted her ass so that he could pull them down her legs. He paused, when she opened her legs allowing him to take in the sight. He had seen her pussy many times before, but never this close, and never waiting for him. Her lips glistened with her arousal; her well manicured hair framed it perfectly, a little triangle seemingly pointing to the prize. His eyes nervously flicked back up to hers, she said nothing but her smile widened, her eyes twinkling. Luke moved his head between her thighs and inhaled deeply, feeling a little light headed as the sweet smell of her sex filled his head. 

His tongue snaked out from between his lips, and traveled down the soft opening of her pussy. The taste was unlike anything, and better then he imagined it would be. His tongue moved along the soft wet skin, unsure of his destination. She moaned, rocking her hips slightly as he explored her pussy, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue before dragging it this way then that way. Lost in a frenzy of need he buried his face, pressing his nose against her clit as he licked her everywhere. Her whimpers and moans made him dizzy.

He grabbed his aching cock and stroked it tight and long, as her thighs pressed against his cheeks squeezing a little. She held his head between her thighs and he felt her fingers on either side of his tongue forming and upside down V with her fingers positioning her clit at the top. 

"Lick between my fingers Luke, soft and gentle," she whispered. Her words sounded slurred and Luke wondered if it was the alcohol or him that slurred them. 

He released his grip on his cock, and eagerly obliged to Nina's demands. He moved his tongue down the designated path she directed him to, lapping her sweet juices. Her moans fueled his hunger as he caught her clit between his lips. 

"Oh god, yes Luke like that, just like that," she moaned through gasps, her hips moving against his face soaking his chin. 

Her encouragement rang like music to his ears and he struggled not to stand and thrust his cock into her. He repeated the motions that got her squirming harder and moaning louder until she begged him to finger her cunt. 

Luke pushed two fingers into her, and immediately felt her walls clench around them. His head swam as she shook and quivered. He fucked her with his fingers and licked her clit until it throbbed against his mouth. A rush of warm liquid soaked his fingers, and she screamed, her body literally shaking. 

"Oh my God yes," he whispered, watching her face, her eyes flutter, her mouth softly moving into the shape of an O. 

He smiled awkwardly at Nina when their eyes met again, and he wondered what she was thinking as her hazy eyes seemed to look through him. 

"That was the best orgasm I've had in a long time Luke, very good," she said, her words lazy. 

Luke felt confidence fill him and hoped she was telling the truth, something told him she was. He watched her breasts as she sucked in deep breaths and slumped against the couch. He wanted to beg her to touch him. The desire to move between her legs and thrust his cock deep inside her was almost too much. 

"Will you show me now Luke?" she asked as she sat up slowly. Her eyes were wide now and bright as she looked up at him, the pads of finger tips traveling his back and shoulders. 

Luke brought his fingers to his mouth while holding her gaze, and sucked the thick warm liquid from them. He watched her, as her soft, slender hand wrapped around the shaft of throbbing cock. 

"Nina will you suck my cock," he asked speaking with more confidence then he felt. He smiled at her, almost regretting his question, as she looked up at him; surprise evident in her green eyes. It wasn't there long though and gave way to mischief, as she smiled playfully. Every muscle in his body throbbed in anticipation of his first blow job. A blow job that he would get from Nina, the woman he'd fantasized about for two years. 

Nina scooted to the edge of the couch, "Stand," she demanded.

Luke stood on trembling knees, and found himself starring at the top of her head. He closed his eyes, his knees feeling as though they might fail him at any moment. A groan collected in his throat at the exact moment he felt her lips close around the head of cock. She played there sucking just the head into her warm mouth, twisting her tongue around it. 

"Oh Jesus," he murmured. He knew that it wouldn't take much at all before he was blowing his load into the back of her throat. She suckled on it teasing him, bringing her lips halfway down his shaft, before pulling up slowly. She moaned twisting her head as she rubbed against the underside of his shaft with her tongue. 

Pleasure surged through him and his legs trembled. He didn't know pleasure like this existed and was unable to stop himself from pushing into her mouth. He thrust his hips against her face and grabbed the back of her head. He fucked her mouth as his mind reeled from an unknown kind of pleasure; Pleasure that ripped and raced through his body. His cock throbbed in her throat, as he pushed her head back down. He felt helpless to control the animalistic need he now felt. 

He knew he had to slow down, but couldn't as he watched his cock slide in and out of her warm, soft mouth. She eagerly sucked, taking it to the back of her throat and twisting her mouth all the way back up. 

"Nina, Nina I'm going to cum," he said through clenched teeth. He grabbed her hair and tried to stop her, but she wasn't stoppable. 

"Ummhmm," she purred as she pulled herself from his grasp. 

Luke's body erupted, his blood burning red hot through his veins as he pumped his cock into her mouth. Bright white flashes blurred his vision, his body trembled as his orgasm raced from his balls and into the shaft of his cock. He threw his head back and groaned loudly as Nina's mouth worked hard to collect every drop. Rope after rope hit the back of her throat and Luke felt like he might pass out. He jerked, with spasm like movements, as her tongue darted to collect the last of his cum from the head of his now overly sensitive cock. His legs trembled as he stood completely still. 

"Holly fuck," he breathed finally when she stood up, her eyes smoldering. 

She pressed herself against him and slipped her tongue between his lips, kissing him hard, and with passion. "You'll never forget that," she whispered into his ear before turning away from him, and disappearing into the kitchen. 

Luke watched her back until he couldn't see it anymore then pulled his pants back up. He smiled to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair, and then followed her into the kitchen. She stood completely naked, causing his breath the stall, pouring herself another glass of whine, a cold beer dangling from her other hand. 

"You blow my mind," he said more to himself then to her. He watched a lazy smile stretch slowly across her face. "I can't believe you've know all this time that I watch you," he told her meaning ever word. 

He watched her throat as she drank from her glass, then took a long swallow from his cold beer. His gaze fell to her slender fingers as she pulled a cigarette from a drawer. Handing him one, he accepted and waited patiently for her to light it. 

"Why did you think that I always left my curtains open?" she asked sexily shrugging her naked, and very soft shoulders. 

Luke contemplated her question as his eyes skimmed her beautiful collar bones, her shoulders, so petite, fragile. Finally he shrugged, "I guess I never really thought about it." He took another drink as another question occurred to him. "What about the men you bring home? Do they know?" 

Nina smiled. "No, but they wouldn't have gotten what they did had you not been watching." 

Luke folded her into his arms and held her. It was still hard to believe that it was happening. 

The clock in the kitchen chimed and Luke pulled away. "Fuck, I'm supposed to be at work!"

"So, call in tonight, I was hoping you'd stay." 

Luke thought for a moment, lost in the deep sea of her eyes. "I can't," he said regretfully. "I'll get fired if I don't show... I'm already on thin ice." 

"Call me tomorrow?" 

"Absolutely," Luke said as he grabbed his shirt and finished his beer. 

"I want the rest of you," she said teasingly. 

Luke smiled. When he left her house that night, it was hard to think about anything else and he couldn't wait to see her again. The whole night while he stocked the shelves of the warehouse, he thought about what had happened and what was coming. 

To be continued...



Watching Ch. 01



For my darling D

*

You're already in the bar when I arrive, sitting at a table against the wall. You have a book open in front of you but you're looking up at me and smiling by the time I see you. I was in a bad mood when I walked in, but the sight of you makes my anger melt. I try to keep the stern expression on my face but fail, and smile back when you ask if I want a drink.

Three beers later and I've told you what was bothering me, you've apologised for your part in it, and the angry tension has evaporated. Now there's tension of a different kind. My hand is curled inside yours, and your fingernails are running over my palm, along my fingers, down to circle my wrist. Your touch on my skin makes my skin tingle, my heart beat faster. My cheeks are flushed, my breathing shallow and fast. You look up at me and the expression in your eyes sends a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. I want you and the look on my face must tell you how much, because your eyes darken and then your mouth is on mine and you're kissing me like you can't get enough. 

You kiss me softly, tasting my swollen lips, then push your tongue into my mouth and grip my hand as I groan. I can hear the sounds I'm making -- the soft moans and whimpers -- and they sound urgent, out of control. I run my fingers over the nape of your neck and circle, the way I want to circle your cock with my tongue, and I try to tell you what I want with kisses and whispers and nibbles of your lips and earlobe. 

Hours later, we part, flushed, panting. I can feel eyes on us and yes, it's a turn-on, but now I want to be alone with you. I want time and space to play with you for as long and as loud as we both need.

Somehow, without speaking, we gather our things in a rush and head outside. I fumble for your hand and hold it and we're walking fast, silent, gripping tight. Then there's a wall and my back is against it and your mouth is on mine again and your thigh is between mine and I can feel the outline of your cock against me and your hands are on me and I'm moaning loudly into your mouth and I fucking love it I love it I love how much you turn me on how much I can feel you want me. 

Your breathing quickens until you're panting and your hand is inside my jeans and my knickers and your fingers are inside me and we groan together and you start to fuck me with your finger while your tongue tastes mine. I'm rubbing and thrusting against you and whimpering. I want you so badly. I push against you and tell you I want to come -- but then there are footsteps and we both freeze, and then the moment is gone. You pull away and suck your finger thoughtfully, watching me with wide dark eyes. 

"Let's get a taxi," you tell me, and I nod and take your hand again, and we're on the main road, then inside a cab and I'm silent, gazing out of the window as you stroke my thigh. Higher. I bite my lip and turn to look at you. You smile at me and mouth something at me so that the driver can't hear. Yes, I do. Yes, I want you. I want to be home. I want to be naked with you. I want to see you, feel you, smell you.

*

I lie back on the bed. My legs are slightly parted and you can see clearly the soft dark hair between them, the curve of my swollen lips. I open them a little more and run my hands down over my stomach and thighs, up and then place my finger between my lips. I bend my knees, letting my thighs fall open a little more and stroke my clit in gentle circles. Even in this dim light you can see how wet I am. 

I take my finger away and your eyes follow my hand as I lift it to my mouth and suck. As I move it back down and rub slow wet circles then lift it to you. You open your mouth, your eyes still on mine and you suck. Hard. I can feel your tongue lapping up my wetness. I take my finger away and bring it back, wetter still. We go through this three or four times, not taking our eyes off each other. I can feel my breath quickening.

Then I lie back and ask if you want to lick me. You nod, and then your eyes move away from mine and come to rest on the wet pink folds. I hold my lips apart, showing myself to you. Your mouth is taut and you make a small sound, then move backwards and down. I close my eyes and feel your hair against my skin, and then your fingers holding me open and finally your tongue, and it's wonderful. It's like the softest sucking kiss. I arch my back and press into your mouth and for a moment we're both still, other than the movement of your lips and tongue. Then I run my hands over my breasts and tease my nipples. I take each one between my thumb and forefinger and tug them into flushed points. Keeping my right nipple pulled tight, stretching so that it hurts, I cup your face in my left hand and lift your chin. Your eyes and then your tongue lift reluctantly.

"Kiss me. I want to taste myself."

But it's me who moves while you straighten, opening my legs wider and sitting up, meeting your mouth with mine and licking my juices from your lips then taking your tongue in my mouth. We kiss for a long moment then I lean back. Without a word you lie back down and continue licking me, lapping at me as though you can't get enough. I wind a handful of your beautiful hair in my fist and press your mouth into me. Harder. I feel myself getting hotter and wetter and I want your tongue and your fingers inside me and on me. I feel the familiar insistent throb and I want to come, but it's too soon. I want to tease us both for longer.

So I push upright and lift your chin and kiss you again, licking you clean and then just kissing. Loving the feel of your lips and tongue on mine. Your skin and your jaw beneath my fingers. The smell of you. I pull away and look into your eyes. They're wide and dark and I could look at you forever. I smile at you and you smile back, mimicking, tentative. Then I ask if you want to watch me and your eyes widen and you nod.

"Yes," you say. "Yes."

I lie back again and let my legs fall open, knees bent, feet almost touching. My right hand holds my lips open to your view, and my left index finger makes slow circles on my clit. Then I place my index and middle fingers either side and press alternately, feeling my clit swell between them. I open my legs wider and run my right hand over my breasts, tugging and squeezing my nipples. 

You're gazing at my left hand, your face serious, eyes round. 

"Hey." 

You smile but you don't look up.

"You like this?" 

You nod.

"I want to see you."

Now you look up.

"I want to see you touch yourself." 

You smile again. Teasing.

"Stroke yourself for me."

Your hand falls to your cock almost automatically and your wrist begins that familiar smooth twisting. You're half-erect from watching me, and now, knowing you're being watched, you swell and stiffen further. You raise your eyes to my face. 

"Like this?"

And I nod and bite my lip, then raise my knees and push a finger slowly inside me. I fuck myself while you watch, then take it out slowly, showing you I'm wet and turned on beyond belief, and lick and suck it clean. I push it inside me again, then offer it to you. 

Your mouth sucking hard on my wet finger, my other hand still busy between my legs, almost makes me come. I have to slow my fingers and try to steady my breathing. I sit up and kiss you again, a long slow kiss where I taste myself, lick gently around your lips and then pull away a little so I can look into your eyes. 

I touch the tip of your cock with my finger, then raise my hand to my mouth. A trail of pre-come follows, and I catch it, and lick my finger clean. I want you. I hope you can see in my face how much I want you.

I push my finger a little way inside myself again, then rub it gently on your cock, loving how wet you are, how turned on. I lift my finger, shining with both of our juices and taste it with the tip of my tongue, then run it along your bottom lip. You suck it greedily into your mouth. You close your eyes.

"I want to suck you."

Your eyes fly open.

"I want to lie back while you lick me and I want to suck you at the same time."

You nod and I hear your breathing quicken. You lean forward and kiss me, then nod again.

I begin to rub your cock slowly, my thumb rubbing pre-come around the tip.

"I want you to be on top with your legs either side of my head."

I look up into your eyes. 

"Can we do that?"

You nod again.

I drop my eyes, let my hand run downwards to play with your smooth heavy balls. I want to lick them too, to take them into my mouth one at a time and suck on them gently.

"There's just one thing" I keep stroking. "With your legs spread like that, and your cock in my mouth, and my mouth on you, I'm going to need to play with you. I'm going to want to put my fingers inside you and play with you..."

I look up and your eyes are on me and your face is flushed "...and stretch you. I might need to fuck you with my fingers."

"Is that ok?"

And you reach forward and kiss me hard.

"I might need to use a toy on you. Like we talked about."

Your voice is low and definite. "Yes."

I ask you again if you want me. To play with you. To tease you. If you want me inside you. 

You do.



Watching Ch. 01



Jason glanced at the flowerbed as he strode by and stopped as if he had been hit head on.

Fluttering softly on a hedge was a white silk slip.



Watching Ch. 02



Slowly I sorted out my possessions, it had been six months since my wife had died and it was time for me to move My plans were to sell the house and move back south to where my family lived in the hopes that one day the wounds would heal. For now though they were still fresh, still painful and I found myself weeping more than once as I came across something my wife had given me.

On the night she had been run down while walking along the side of the road we had been married for almost eleven years. He had cried in the court room while admitting he had been too drunk to even notice it when he hit her, ending her life and mine at the same time. The only good news, if you could call it that, was the doctors had told me she had died instantly. She didn't have time to feel pain or regrets.

I had sorted out her things earlier according to the wishes in her will. Her clothes had been sent to Good Will and the rest of her things, jewelry and such, had gone to family members and close friends. The only items I had left of her were several albums filled with pictures, some of her poems and of course our wedding rings. Now though it was time to sort out my things. As I worked over the debris left over from too many years in one spot I came across a small black lacquered box tucked into the back of a dresser drawer. I couldn't remember buying or receiving anything in a box like this. Intrigued I set it on the table and opening it drew in my breath. I saw something I had forgotten I had. A small Jade Crane suspended from a thin gold chain. Suddenly I remembered the day I had found it and what had transpired before. I remembered telling Mia about it and her comments as though it had happened just the day before.

Mia had surprised me with her reaction. She hadn't been upset by my watching and joining this lady, she had been overjoyed by it. She explained tome that this lady had been the earthly embodiment of an ancient Chinese Goddess who had for some reason chosen me. The Crane was her sign that she was going to watch over me and protect me from harm. My wife had insisted that I wear that charm and I did for several years. I did eventually taken it off though, I just wasn't the kind to wear much jewelry. I had a hard time with just a watch and my wedding ring much less a chain around my neck. I could remember the day I had taken it off. I had given it to my wife thinking she might enjoy wearing it. Instead she must have had this box made and put it away for safekeeping.

Our lives had been nearly idyllic after I had watched that woman on the beach. Nearly because as hard as we tried we just could not conceive. I knew this bothered Mia, she wanted us to have children to carryon our family but it just wasn't meant to be. Even with this we had managed to be happy together, at least we had until that fateful night.

I remembered all of this as I sat on the bed looking at that box through my tears. Suddenly I understood what I had to do, what had to be done to end the pain. I was going to return the pendant to where I had found it, if it was the Talisman of a goddess she would want it back before I left. Thinking about it I thought that where I had found the pendant would be the perfect place to do what needed to be done. It was there that I had first met Mia, it was there that we had fallen in love. It was on that beach that we had been married, and it was on that beach that I had pledged my life to my wife. Maybe it was only fitting that my life end there as well. Reaching that conclusion the rest came easily. The packing, the closing up of the house and putting everything of value into storage for our family to find. Everything was done within days.

I knew I was being watched by my friends and family. They knew I was taking this hard as I knew they were worried that I might do something drastic, something stupid. What they wouldn't understand was why. Because of this I made it clear I was going on a little vacation, I planned on traveling a bit. Seeing places Mia and I hadn't had the time to see. I never mentioned to them about the beach, if I had they would have suspected and tried to stop me.

Finally the day of my trip, the last one I would be taking came. The car was packed and fueled, goodbyes had been made and the little box was sitting on the front seat. The drive was a long but surprisingly relaxing one. Just knowing what was coming made it easy to deal with the traffic and delays. Just the knowledge that my pain and grief were going to end was enough to even put a small smile on my face.

I arrived at the small town near the beach late in the evening as I had planned. I had made the reservations in advance so I knew there was a room waiting for me. I was surprised at that room. While it was small it was decorated nicely and was more than comfortable enough for me. For the first time since that night I was able to sleep without the help of sleeping pills or alcohol. The next morning I was up with the sun and had everything packed in the car for the police to find later that day. After a nice breakfast in a small restaurant I drove to the beach and just sat there watching the waves for a while before heading across the sand.

I walked slowly along the beach enjoying the feel of the sand under my bare feet and the sun on my back. I even took off my shirt, letting the light breeze blow softly across my upper body. In my hands I held that small box while looking for the place where I had found the pendant. I wasn't in a hurry, I had all day. Surprisingly I wasn't even melancholy about this, I felt somehow gladdened as though a weight had been released from my heart. Eventually I knew I was getting close to the spot I was looking for. Even though I was standing on the beach I somehow knew that behind that dune off to the side was the place I needed. Turning in that direction I paused for a last look around at the nearly deserted beach before feeling the small bottle in my pocket and heading inland. I knew what I was going to do and this seemed like the perfect place.

Cresting the dune I looked down into the bowl of sand for the first time in years. From where I was standing I could see where she had lain and where I had found the pendant. As I stood there I thought I heard the beating of wings but knew it was just the pounding of my heart. Stepping off the top of the dune I made my way into that bowl, feeling the heat of the sun reflecting off the sand and warming me. Slowly I made my way to where I had seen the goddess while finally acknowledging that she had been a goddess. Smiling I stood there and remembered that day once again.

I could see her laying there, I could even smell and taste her in my memories as I stood there. Stepping closer to that spot I knelt down and opening the box set it upon the warm sand. Slowly I dug a small hole in the sand before reaching into the box and lifting out the pendant. Holding it up before me I watched as the sun seemed to make the Jade Crane glow. The gold chain holding it sparked with warm fire as it twisted in my hands. Gently I lowered the pendant and chain into the hole I had dug for it. As it touched the sand in the bottom of the hole I heard what sounded like a footstep behind me.

Dropping the chain I twisted. Who was there? Who was bothering me? As I turned I found myself looking into the sun. Blinded I didn't see them at first. When I did see them I could only sit there dumbly and stare. I knew I had to be hallucinating. Had I taken those pills and forgotten about it as I dug that hole? Was my mind playing tricks on me? That had to be it, the last gasp of my rational mind as it realized what was going to happen. There standing before me was the same beautiful woman I had seen here the last time, but this time she was not alone. Beside her was what could only be her twin.

Sitting there looking up at them I was mesmerized by their beauty. The two of them stood there before me wearing nothing but their perfection. Slowly they stepped closer until they standing on either side of me they helped me to my feet, impressing me with their strength. As I stood there, towering over them, I watched as they slowly and carefully spread out a blanket on the sand. Turning back to me the one who seemed slightly older smiled gently before stepping over to me and wrapping her arms around me kissed me full on the mouth. She hugged me tight for a moment before stepping back and waving the other to me. This second one stepped to me and again wrapped her arms around me. She seemed almost shy as she lifted her face to kiss me. When her lips touched mine it felt as though a shock had passed through me, my legs became numb and unable to support my weight.

The two of them caught me before I fell and slowly lowered me to the blanket. Arranging me just so they stood there for a moment before joining me on that piece of cloth. The two of them knelt beside my body and placing their hands together rested them on the center of my chest with their eyes closed. I could have sworn I saw tears dripping down their faces as the knelt like this and I could feel a sense of peace slowly creeping over me. I knew then that I had taken the pills and this was a dream caused by the narcotics coursing through my system. Slowly they lifted their hands from me and sitting back looked own at me and smiled. Slowly they moved, slowly they lay beside me on the blanket covering the warm sand. I couldn't move to touch them but they touched me instead. I felt them slowly moving their hands over my body as first one then the other kissed me. I wasn't worried, I was relaxed and enjoying what they were doing.

When the one mounted me, holding me and guiding me inside of her I felt a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a long time wash over me. I hadn't felt this way since Mia died. As she rode me the other lay beside me and kissed me while guiding one of my hands between her thighs to explore her wetness. I knew that I was dead, I knew that this was a waypoint on my trip to hell but I wasn't worried about it. I wasn't worried because I knew what I had done was right. What was happening to me now told me that.

The one riding me started making a keening sound in her throat, the first sound either of them had made, as she started speeding up her movements. As she sped up she started working her muscles deep inside herself, something Mia had liked to do. Feeling this I could feel the tears on my face as I thought again of my darling wife and of how she had been taken away from me. I couldn't be sad though, I knew I would soon be seeing her again. Soon enough I would be in her arms again. I was thinking this, feeling this even as I found myself thrusting up into this woman who was riding me. I could feel her companion kissing my tears away even as she rode me, even as she came closer and closer to her orgasm. The way she was working her muscles as she rode me was getting me closer and closer to my own release. Somehow I knew that when I came I would leave this world, I would be no more. I didn't fear this, I looked forward to it and approached it eagerly as I thrust up inside this woman.

Even as I was thinking this I knew there was something I had to do. I wanted to please this woman who was riding me, I wanted her to reach her orgasm. Even though I knew she was a figment of my dying mind I wanted her to feel the pleasure she was giving me. Lifting my free hand I reached up and found her breasts. Small and firm yet surprisingly soft they barely filled my hand. Her nipples were harder than I had expected, rubbing against my palm as she moved on me. Carefully, gently I trapped them between my fingers. Feeling them harden even more as I gently pulled and rubbed them making her gasp. I could feel her tightening around me as her breathing quickened. Her movements were becoming erratic as she started to cum around me. Moving my hand, I shifted it so I was holding her by her tiny waist. Steadying her, guiding her as I thrust up inside of her I watched as she did something my Mia had always like to do. She leaned down and kissed me, gently biting my lower lips as she did so. With a final thrust I felt myself shooting deep inside of her as she screamed into my mouth.

I know I must have passed out for a moment or two, I know I died then but somehow I was able to still see this woman laying on my chest with me still inside of her. I could feel her body moving as she breathed. I could feel myself slowly shrinking inside of her as our combined fluids seeped out of her and onto me. I could even feel her companion laying beside me, my hand still buried between her thighs. As I lay there feeling this the woman on top of me moved, slowly she pulled away from me then stood as her companion rose from where she was beside me. Now I knew it was the end. Looking up at them I watched as the one who had been riding me reached down to take my hand. Easily she pulled me up to stand before them.

I watched as they stood there looking at me. I watched as the one in front of me slowly reached out and lay her hand on my chest. I almost screamed when I felt the cold fire burning into my chest for a moment. Then it was over. Was I dead? Was that it? What was going to happen to me next? As though sensing my thoughts the one beside me turned to look at me.

"She too is Mia." She whispered. "Like you she died, but for her I was too late. Now I can fix that, now I can make things right. You two are one. You two are eternal, your love is forever."

I didn't understand what she was saying. I found though that I couldn't ask her what she meant as she smiled at the two of us before turning away. I could only stand there and watch as she slowly vanished like a fog on a sunny morning. Turning my head I saw this other, her twin, standing there looking after her with a sad smile on her face Feeling me looking at her she turned to face me. Before I could say anything she raised a hand and touched herself on the chest, where she had touched me. When she moved her hand again I saw something I hadn't noticed before, a Crane was tattooed there. Curious I looked down at my own chest to see the same thing, a Crane was marked into my skin. Lifting my gaze from my chest I watched as she held out her hand to me. Reaching out I felt that same sense of peace wash over me as our fingers touched.

Slowly we dressed as we watched each other. Slowly we made our way hand in hand back to where I had left my car. We didn't speak, we didn't need to. Everything that needed to be said had already been said. Somehow a god had decided to step into our lives. For some reason a god had decided we needed another chance, another chance at love, another chance at life. When we reached the car I realized I had one last thing to do. Facing the water I reached into my pocket and pulled out the bottle of pills that was there. Looking at it for a moment I hefted it while thinking just how close I had been. Looking at her watching me I smiled and pulling my arm back threw that bottle as far into the ocean as I could. I smiled because I knew I didn't need those pills, and I smiled because I had felt a small wooden box resting in my pocket.



Watching Ch. 02



Last Tuesday, I was feeling horny again, not having had any since the previous Thursday when Katy came over and I fucked her in front of the window so my neighbor across the street could see us.

I wondered if she would be watching, even though it wasn't Thursday.

Katy was busy, as were Georgina and Sabrina, both of whom did not even answer their phones.

I couldn't wait. I needed release.

I picked out a porno, put it in the DVD player and set up so that I didn't make a mess. I opened the shades that had covered the window while I was at work. It was dark out now, just as dark as it had been when I first performed for her.

I left the light on so she could see, if she was home. The light was out across the way. There wasn't even a flicker of the television. I didn't care. I needed to come.

I stripped out of my clothes as the first scene cued up on my television screen. Jenna Jameson was playing a secretary, while Steven St. Croix and some new girl named Tabitha started to kiss on a couch while waiting to go into another room to meet with their lawyer.

They didn't make it to the other room, running their hands over each other's bodies. After a moment or two, St. Croix stood and whipped his dick out and Tabitha took it between her lips, sucking on the head and then pulling his cock deeper into her mouth.

Jenna was looking on and had come out to the front of the desk, seating her shapely ass on the edge.

I wrapped a hand around my hardening cock and poured some lube over the length with my other hand.

Tabitha was crouched down, taking St. Croix's cock deeper down her throat. She wasn't wearing any panties and had started to finger herself. Jenna was unbuttoning her blouse and running a hand inside to pinch at her nipples.

My own cock was so slick that my hand had no trouble gliding up and down the length as I stood in front of the window, gazing across the street, hoping she would come home soon. There was still no light in the window.

When I turned back to the tv, Jenna was on her knees behind Tabitha, who had now stood up and bent over, still with St. Croix's meat between her lips. Jenna was fingering the other girl, lapping the juices seeping out of her pussy.

Just then, I noticed the light come on across the way. I saw her figure and knew she was looking directly at me.

She turned on a second light and, instead of the usual silhouette, I could now see her face, her beautiful face. 

I could see that she was undressing herself. I forgot all about the porno, except to turn off the sound. If I was going to come, I wanted to come to what the woman across the street did to herself and not to Jenna, Steven and Tabitha.

The woman across the way was completely naked, her nimble fingers working over her breasts, which were quite real. She had a classic hourglass shape, kept herself that way by working out, I supposed.

My hand slowed its pace. I didn't want to come just yet. 

Slowly, teasingly, she let a hand drift down from one of her breasts, down the skin of her stomach, slowly to her hip and then down to her thigh.

I briefly wondered what had possessed her to allow me to see her. I shoved the thought aside as I watched her hand move over to touch her cunt.

I heard myself gasp. I shivered and moaned as I worked myself.

Her fingers slid up and down her outer lips, drifting across them ever-so-lightly. I wanted her to ram her fingers up her cunt and I wanted to watch her orgasm again and again. But she was a tease. It made me want her. I wished she were here and those were my fingers.

Slowly still, she pushed a finger inside of herself and withdrew, pushed inside again and held it there then withdrew.

She raised the finger to her lips and sucked on it.

I nearly came at that moment but was barely able to hold back.

She licked two fingers and put them back at her entrance and then they disappeared inside of her pussy. In and out, in and out, she pumped with precision.

My pace had increased and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer and then I came, even as she continued to manipulate herself. My spunk flew from the end of my penis and coated part of the window.

I continued to watch her fingers piston in and out of her pussy.



Watching Ch. 02



His concentration at school had been shot to pieces. Thoughts of Angela, those pictures, her living in his house and being used by all those men were constantly in his head, so it was no surprise to him when he failed his 'A' levels. His parents were furious with him and insisted he retook the exams -- that was how he ended up getting closer than he'd ever imagined to Angela.

Without his knowledge, they'd spoken to her and asked her to help him with his studies. The boy was mortified at first but he soon came to realise that it wasn't all bad. Angela was still going around wearing subtle but revealing outfits, and he lived for the evenings when she'd be sitting at the dinner table with him, close enough that he could smell her perfume, leaning over his books so that he could sneak a sly look into that wondrous cleavage. 

He'd lay in bed at night, imagining those breasts smothering him, his nose in her cleavage, her nipples in his mouth. His cock was constantly hard for her, and she was still inviting men around when his parents were away - which was still quite a regular occurrence. 

She had a playful sense of humour and would often tease him about the girls at his school, asking him if there was anyone he was interested in. He'd always blush furiously and deny that there was, but that didn't stop her asking him. She even offered him tips if he wanted to get closer to any of the girls, but of course he refused. The only girl he was interested in was sitting right beside him, and he knew that interest would never be returned.

It came as a surprise to him when she knew his nineteenth birthday was approaching. She'd told him that if he wanted to invite some friends around then she'd cook for them and keep it quiet from his parents. He didn't have many friends, but he invited two of the guys from his year around that weekend. Angela cooked a delicious meal, and she'd bought them some bottles of beer to drink later on. The guys all went up to his bedroom after they'd eaten, and the boy was amused to hear Alex and Dan raving about Angela and her beautiful body. They sat around chatting about what they could do with a woman like her, and the boy said nothing, too lost in thoughts of what he'd seen other men doing to her and the pictures he'd seen of her being used.

The next night, Angela had two men around. The boy had snuck downstairs for a drink, not realising she was "busy" again. It wasn't long before he realised though -- the now familiar sound of Angela enjoying herself was music to his ears and his cock once more found its way into his hand. He peeked through the serving hatch and there she was, dressed in clothes he'd not seen before. A corset that stopped just below those heavenly breasts and a skirt that just had straps at the back. One of the guys was sitting on the sofa, his trousers folded neatly beside him, Angela kneeling on the floor between his legs with her head bobbing up and down on his hard cock. The other guy was behind her, his cock sliding in and out of her and spanking her beautiful rounded bottom. The boy could hear the juices of her pussy squelching with each thrust, and he had to stop touching himself as he watched the pleasure on the sofa man's face. 

He could only imagine how it felt to have her soft lips on his cock. Or to feel it sliding in and out of her, or the view of that gorgeous backside as he thrust his cock into her... there it was -- his cock pumped cum without him touching it yet again. He scurried off upstairs and into his bed, straining to hear her groans again from downstairs.

It was a week or so later when his parents announced they were going on holiday for two weeks. They were taking the baby with them but had decided not to take Angela because she was needed at home to help the boy with his studies. He and Angela fell into a routine while they were away. He'd come home from school to find a meal cooked for him, they'd spend a couple of hours studying and then he'd go off to his room and leave her with the privacy to do whatever she wanted. Most nights, that meant at least one guy, some nights it was 2 or 3, and each time, the boy would be standing in the kitchen, watching her licking, sucking, fucking. His favourite thing though was watching her orgasm. 

One night she had two men round. The boy watched silently again from the kitchen as they kissed her in turn, slowly undressing her, admiring her breasts and then each taking a nipple into his mouth as she laid back on the sofa. It was all far more erotic than the previous times he'd watched. The other times the men had been more interested in their own pleasure, but these two seemed intent on pleasing Angela. Her eyes closed as one of them made his way down her stomach, the other one concentrating on her breasts and nipples. The dark haired guy pulled Angela's lacy underwear down her legs and gently nudged her legs apart and began licking her. 

The boy slowed down his pace on his own cock, realising that he wanted to watch all of this, wanted to see her reaction to being kissed and licked like this. Her eyes closed, her soft moans telling both of her men that they were pleasing her, her nipples like little brown bullets as the blond one flicked them with his tongue before sucking them into his mouth one by one. The boy watched as her hands tangled in the other mans dark hair, her legs parting further as she drew her knees up, pulling the mans tongue into her as the blond man kissed her again. The boy watched her face as her head was thrown back, her body tensing as her orgasm approached, her fingers tightening in the dark hair as she shouted out her pleasure at the moment of her climax. 

Then it happened. There were a few moments of heavy breathing and sleepy smiles as she came down from the huge orgasm she'd just had, and then she looked straight at the boy and winked.

He froze in shock, his eyes almost popping out of his head as he struggled to comprehend what this meant. He dropped down to the floor as though he could pretend he'd not been there the whole time, and his thoughts raced, trying to think of a way to get himself out of this one. He was still panicking furiously when the kitchen light came on and there was Angela, still dressed only in high heels and stockings, those beautiful breasts naked and right in front of him.

"Hello boy" she said, smiling down at him in his crouched position on the kitchen floor. "Did you enjoy the show again tonight?" He said nothing, still mortified and not quite able to believe that this was happening. 

Angela laughed to herself and then said "It's ok, you're not in trouble. I know you've been watching me for months; I just wanted you to know I knew. Now be a good boy and go to bed, we're going to have a little drink before we go on to round two, but this time you can't watch. Take this upstairs with you and use your imagination, OK?" and she handed him the receiver for the baby monitor. The boy stood up, nodded and went up to his bedroom, still mortified at what had been said, but unable to get the vision of her standing in his kitchen like that out of his head. 

Up in his room, he tried to get his thoughts in order. She knew! It seemed she'd known from the start, but why had she chosen now to let him know she knew?! He hadn't even turned on the monitor, fearful of how he'd be able to handle listening to those men fucking her. Eventually he couldn't resist and switched it on. He could hear them talking, one of the men telling her how good she tasted, the other telling her he was going to fuck her hard from behind, Angela giggling and flirting with them both. The boy was shocked by how hard he was, his frustration growing with every minute, until he heard the unmistakeable sounds of Angela's wet pussy being pumped again, the frequent slurps as she was sucking a cock and her moans and sighs of enjoyment as yet again she was used for men's pleasure. 

He had no idea what time it was when he woke up. The bedroom was dark, but he could smell Angela's perfume. He was confused, and became even more confused when he felt a body slide into the bed beside him. In the darkness, he felt the warmth of her next to him and he froze, almost jumping when he heard her whisper in his ear, her words confusing him further and then the heat of his embarrassment as he realised what she was saying to him.

"Did you hear us Boy? Did you hear them talking to me, telling me how much they wanted me? Do you want me as well?" He didn't reply to her questions. He lay in his bed, hearing his own heartbeat in his ears and the burning flush of humiliation running all through his body. The gentle touch of her fingers on his hard cock was all it took for his seed to pump out and down onto her hand. 

"Is that all you have for me Boy? This tiny thing you call a cock? I'm disappointed. I'd hoped you might have a few more inches for me to enjoy. I think one or two of your friends might have. What do you think?" Still he couldn't speak. Here he was, lying in his own bed, and the subject of all his fantasies was beside him, her beautiful breasts brushing against his arm, her nipple hardening against him even as his cock hardened again in her hand.

"We need to come to an arrangement Boy. I don't want your parents to find out about this, and I'm fairly sure you don't either, but I like having you watch me." He liked her calling him Boy too. She'd always used his name before when they were studying or around the house. This was different though. Suddenly the whole dynamic of their relationship had changed, and he was no longer her employers' son, the young man she tutored, he was her plaything, just "Boy." 

He laid there in his own bed, this vision of beauty naked beside him, his tiny cock in her hand as she whispered into his ear. "You're going to help me Boy. Those men have just dumped a load each of cum into my pussy. I know you've found my photographs; I know which one's your favourite. I know what you need to do." With that, she raised herself up off the bed and straddled him. "Lick it Boy. Lick their seed from me." He did as she bade, hungrily lapping at her beautiful hairless pussy, pushing his tongue as far as he could into her and bringing out globs of hot semen which then slid down his throat. He could feel his little cock growing hard again, wanted to feel her hands on it once more, and as he licked her he felt another load of his cum dribble down his cock. 

Angela stood up at the side of his bed and patted his head. "Not bad Boy, but you need to improve at that. Your new lessons will start tomorrow" and then she was gone. The boy was left alone in the darkness, not quite believing what had just happened. 

The next day, his concentration at school hit an all time low. He kept having flashbacks to the previous night, and by home time he'd already cum three times in the toilets. He raced home from school, eager to find out what tonight's lesson would be.

When he got there, Angela was acting as though nothing had happened, calling him by his own first name, and once more the boy doubted his memory, wondered again whether it had all been a dream or a complicated fantasy. Once the dishes had been cleared though, he knew beyond doubt that he hadn't imagined it. 

"Into the living room Boy, your new lesson is about to begin." He felt his cheeks burning with shame, but obediently followed her instructions and went into the living room. "Sit on the sofa, make yourself comfortable" and she sat beside him.

She was wearing a tight fitting blouse, one more button than was decent opened, a short skirt, which had now ridden up to reveal a flash of her lacy stocking top, and bright red stiletto heels, which shone in the light as she crossed her legs. 

"How was your day today Boy? Did you think about me at all?" she asked. He nodded, mutely, still hot with embarrassment. "Speak up Boy, when I ask a question I expect it to be answered!" and he replied that yes, he'd thought about her all day. "Good. That's what I hoped you'd say. Did you think about my breasts Boy?" and she straightened her back a little more as though to push them towards him. "Did you imagine holding them in your hands? Is that what you're thinking about now, Boy? Do you want to touch them?"

He felt his cock twitch as his hand reached up of its own volition, touching and squeezing her round, firm breast almost before he'd realised what was happening. She slapped his hand away and he looked at her sharply, shocked at the sting of it on his hand. "I asked if you wanted to touch it, I didn't say you could!" His face burned again as he mumbled an apology. "Now, let's try again. Did you think about my breasts? Are you thinking about them again now? Do you want to touch them?"

He nodded, unable to speak as he stared at the buttons straining on her blouse, the glimpse of satin underneath and the curve of those wonderful globes. "Speak up then, answer my question Boy." 

"Yes" he said, "I do want to touch them, I've wanted to touch them for months Angela." 

"Miss" she corrected him. "You'll call me 'Miss' in our lessons Boy, and in future the only time you'll call me Angela is when there are other people around. Understood?" 

"Yes Miss, I understand. I've thought about you all day, and yes, I'd love to touch your breasts." He knew that his face was beetroot red, but those breasts were right there, thrust almost into his face and he didn't care about anything but the desire to touch them. He needed to feel them in his hands, to touch them, caress them, to feel those nipples harden at his touch as he'd seen them harden for so many other men. 

She put a finger under his chin and raised his head to look her in the face. "I'm going to unbutton my blouse a little more Boy. Just remember, you can look, but you don't touch unless I say you can. OK?" 

"Yes Miss" he replied, unable to stop his eyes from dropping once more to her fabulous chest. Unconsciously he licked his lips as her fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He salivated as she opened her blouse, framing them in the fabric, her red bra covering the nipples but the sheer fabric giving him just a hint of what lay beneath. 

"Do you like them Boy? Are they as you imagined now that you're close enough to touch them?" He nodded again, unable to form words as her fingers lightly traced across the rounded flesh just above her bra. "See where I'm touching them now Boy? Would you like to touch them there?" 

"Yes" he replied, nodding furiously and knowing how ridiculous he must look. "Yes Miss, yes, I'd love to touch them there if you'd allow it". She took hold of his hand and guided it to the firm flesh. His other hand followed on its own, and he closed his eyes as he finally touched that soft skin, feeling the firmness underneath and realising that none of his fantasies had ever been as good as the reality was. 

She watched him as he touched her, his fingers lightly moving across her skin as she told him he was a good boy. "Good boys get rewards, you know that don't you Boy?" she asked. "Stop now, it's time for your reward." He gulped as she undid the front clasp of her bra, slowly -- almost painfully slowly -- she uncovered each breast, her nipples quickly hardening as the cool air of the room touched them. They both sat in silence for a moment as the boys tongue once more swiped across his lips, his mouth now dry with nerves, hoping that he'd be able to touch them again. "May I Miss?" he asked, still looking at her dark nipples. "No, not until I see fit Boy. You need to learn patience."

With that she stood up from the sofa and told him to sit back. He did as she told him, and she straddled him, those perfect boobs now at eye level and right in front of him. "Do you want to taste them Boy? To feel my nipples harden in your mouth? Is that what you've dreamed of while you've been playing with that little-boy cock of yours?" 

"Yes Miss" he replied eagerly, "I think of them all the time, they're beautiful, even more beautiful than I'd imagined". "Good boy" she replied, "you can touch them again now if you like." His hands reached up and once more they were enveloped as he gently squeezed them, rubbing his palms against her nipples and delighting in the feel of them puckering up and hardening for him. He squeezed them together, delighting in the firmness of them, watching her cleavage deepen and wondering at how he'd found himself in this position at all. 

Angela was only about 2 or three years older than him, but she was so far ahead of him sexually they were light years apart. She touched his face tenderly as he gazed at her chest, and he only just heard her when she whispered "suck them Boy." He looked up at her to confirm that he'd heard her correctly, and she nodded at him as her hand gently pulled his head towards her. She instructed him quietly as he licked and sucked her nipples, moving from one to the other and back again, obeying her every instruction as she told him to suck more gently, or harder, or flick it with his tongue. Angela was grinding her pussy against him and those wonderful nipples were rock hard in his mouth. The boy realised that Angela had one hand in her knickers and was touching herself right there on his lap and she had to remind him to go back to what he'd been doing. He did as he was told, and watched in wonder as she threw her head back, her nipples impossibly becoming harder again as she shuddered in climax. It was inevitable and no surprise to the boy that he came in his pants again when her wet fingers were pushed into his mouth.

"Very good, Boy" she said breathlessly as he hungrily licked all of her juices off her fingers. "Today's lesson is over now, you've done well" and she calmly stood up, turned around and walked out of the room.



Watching Ch. 02



Watching: Another Audience

Helen Grimwald took a last drag from her cigarette before casting the stub into the small dustbin beside her. It was a week before Christmas and 'MCo Garments' – the company she worked for was throwing its annual Christmas bash. Like Margaret who was with her, she had popped out onto the roof for a quick smoke.

"How long before the party will finish?" Her colleague asked which really translated into: "When can we go home?".

"No idea." Helen sighed. "Maybe another hour or so." 

Helen wouldn't be so bothered about the party if it wasn't for the fact that a rather drunken Sales Director had been trying to 'chat her up' all evening. Just because she was over forty and her husband was away most of the time, it didn't make her available. It also didn't help matters that the director in question was well into his fifties and looked decidedly worst.

"You okay?" Margaret asked making Helen realise that she had allowed her mind to wander.

"Yeah. Just a little tired. That's all."

"So I take it you aren't going with the others to a club afterwards?"

Helen thought about it. On previous years she would have gone and thoroughly enjoyed it. But with 'Tom Letch' more than likely coming along...

"Nah. I think I'll have an early night this year."

"With Tom?" Hearing the Letch's name, Helen looked over and saw a wispy smile on her colleague's face which promptly vanished when she saw her expression.

"Don't even go there. If you knew how much he makes my skin crawl." 

"Sorry." Margaret said, rather subdued.

Realising that she had snapped at her friend, Helen apologised. 

"It's just that he's been getting on my nerves today. I don't know why he thinks I would be interested. Jesus, have you seen his gut?" Helen's comment made both women laugh.

"You know what I've said about you having a word with HR." Margaret said after the laughter had died down. 

"I know." Said Helen. "But he would only deny it. And who would they believe? A highly successful Sales Director or a lowly secretary who only gets £13,000 per annum?"

"It's not right." Margaret complained after a pause.

"I know."

There was another pause.

"Now if it was Dean that was coming onto you." Margaret said, obviously trying to lift her friend's spirits. Dean was the new sales guy who had joined the firm just a few weeks before. 

"Leave it out. He's just a couple of years older than my own son." Helen said but still she felt her cheeks glowing as she had checked him out a number of times. 

If only...

"How is Gabe?" Margaret asked, referring to Helen's son.

"Oh, he'll be back from Uni this weekend. Will be nice since I haven't seen him since the summer." In fact both her son and husband would be back at the same time. She was looking forward to having a full house again. It had been too long.

"Anyway." Helen said finally. "Better go back in. You coming?" 

"In a little while." Was Margaret's reply.

Before rejoining the party in the Main Conference Room, Helen decided to pop into the Accounts office first to check a few things. The items in question were kept in a large cupboard tucked away at the rear of the office. 

She had just opened the cupboard door when movement caught her eye. It was Inci, the Managing Director's wife, popping through to get to her own office. The sudden movement had caught her by surprise (she had half expected it to be the 'Letch'). She was starting to relax when she saw Naim, Inci's son come walking in after her. Entering his mother's office, he strode up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist – visibly startling her.

"What the...?" Naim's behaviour seemed strange to Helen. It wasn't the fact that he was cuddling his mother but it was the way he had done it.  It seemed 'wrong' somehow. 

Since Helen was at the far end of the main Accounts room hidden by both darkness and the big cupboard, she had no fear of being discovered. She, on the other hand, could see clearly into Inci's office thanks to the large window in the dividing wall.

"For Goodness sake, Naim. You scared me." Inci said, her words carrying clearly through the open door.

"Sorry." The boy said but he continued to hold his mum which Helen saw made Inci nervous.

"No. Don't do that!" Inci said, pulling away.

"Why? Can't a guy hug his own mother?" 

"Stop it!" Inci snapped. "That was no innocent hug you gave me just then."

From her vantage point, Helen was growing more and more intrigued.  What was going on? She wondered.

"You agreed that you wouldn't be like that anymore." Inci continued. "Besides, shouldn't you be with your girlfriend? What's her name? Betty?"

"Betsy." The boy said. Helen remembered the girl that Naim had brought to the party. She also remembered Inci's reaction to her. Normally a very friendly woman, she had seemed cold and distant to the girl when they were introduced. 

"Whoever." Inci went over to her desk and opened a drawer. "So. Are you serious about her?"

"Why?" Asked her son.

"Well it's only that this is the first time you ever bought a girl to the Christmas Party and I just wonder why."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes it does!" Inci said, turning round to face her son. "You know she isn't suitable."

"How so?"

"You know exactly why."

"Because she's English? Or more importantly, not Turkish."

Was Inci racist? Helen thought.

"Don't make me sound like that. You know how the family is. What your father is like. She would not be accepted." 

"Not my problem." 

"Well it should be, young man." Inci snapped. "Or would you like to end up like your cousin Serkan?"

"But his girlfriend was Greek."

"Your father will still react the same." Inci said. "Do you really want to be treated like your cousin?"

Naim didn't say a word.

"Besides. Do you really like her? You barely know the girl."

"Well at least she seems interested."

Helen blinked at the boy's words. What did he mean?

"What do you mean by that?" Inci echoed.

"You know what I mean." 

What is going on here, Helen asked herself.

"Oh honey." Helen watched Inci approach her son. "Don't be like that."

"Why not? It's not like you love me anymore." The boy almost sounded bitter.

"Of course I do. I love you very much." Inci gently stroked her son's cheek. "Maybe a little too much."

Naim took his mother into his arms.

"But not the way you could do. Not like you were before." The boy said.

What?

"Darling. I have already told you. I can't love you like that. It's not right."

Love him like what?

"But you do don't you? I saw how you looked at Betsy. You were jealous!"

"No I wasn't. I'm just looking out for you as a mother would."

Was Helen hearing what she thought she was hearing? It almost sounded like that Inci and Naim were lovers or had been. Not mother and son. The room felt decidedly warmer.

"Fine. I'll just go and take Betsy home and fuck her then."

The speed of Inci slapping Naim's face caught both Helen and the boy by surprise. Then the office went silent. The two of them staring at each other. Then suddenly, Naim pulled his mother forward and kissed her full on the lips. 

Helen couldn't believe what she was seeing. The boy was kissing his mother – mouth to mouth and she was not fighting back. On the contrary, Inci had handfuls of Naim's hair and was kissing him back just as fiercely.

Oh God! Helen could hardly breath as she watched the spectacle excitedly. 

For long minutes, the two of them – mother and son – snogged passionately. This lips glued as they moved against each other. Finally though, Inci broke the kiss.

"N-no. This is w-wrong." But already Naim was kissing her neck as he resisted his mother's feeble attempts to get free.

"I don't care. It's you that I love. It's you that I want. Not her."

Helen felt her throat go dry at the boy's words. Her body racked with hot flushes.

It also must have had the same affect on Inci as she instantly pulled his face back onto hers and started kissing him again.

Helen couldn't move as she watched the scene unfold from her vantage point. A part of her shouted that this was so wrong but the rest of her just wanted it to happen, for her to watch.

Hearing him groan, Helen saw that the boy was rubbing himself against his mother as if he was trying to fuck her through her clothes.

"I want you so much." He immediately gasped once their lips had separated.

"Ohhh! I can f-feel." Inci in turned groaned.

Naim pushed his mother against the desk.

"W-what w-what are you d-doing?"

"I want you so much. It hurts." 

Helen felt her nipples go hard as she listened.

"H-here? We can't. What if someone comes in?" His mother protested. Again, feebly.

Helen heard him say that he didn't care and watched as he wrestled with his belt. Undoing his pants and trousers and pushing them down his legs.

Immediately, Helen was presented with the boy's naked arse. She had often admired him when she had seen him wearing tight jeans and couldn't help but to continue to admire him even now.  Especially now.

"Oh God! We shouldn't be doing this." Helen noticed that although Inci was still protesting, she was looking down between their bodies.

My God! She's looking! Looking at her son's COCK!

The boy obviously was not listening as he reached under his mother's dress and starting pulling down what Helen realised was her panties. Inci helped by lifting one leg then the other to remove the garment. It was only as Naim moved between her widening thighs did she say:

"I'm not protected."

"I don't care."

Helen gasped.

Next came the moans of a woman who was being penetrated. Helen could only watch as the boy pushed himself forward, knowing full well that he was sheathing himself inside his very own mother and she wasn't doing anything to stop him.

"Christ! You're BIG!" Inci cried out.

Obviously fully inside her, Naim pulled his mother to him, his mouth plunging onto hers. For long moments, they did not move. Their groins pressed tightly together as they kissed, which was getting more and more frantic as it went on.

Helen's mind was numb. Inci and Naim were FUCKING. A MOTHER and SON were FUCKING. Naim had his COCK inside his mother's CUNT. His BARE cock inside her cunt. 

Helen suddenly remembered Inci's warning that she was not protected. 

Jesus Christ! He could make her pregnant! His own mother pregnant!

Helen almost collapsed with the realisation, her heart hammering inside her ribcage. 

Oh God! She was dripping. Literally dripping between her legs.

She watched the scene. Mother and son trying to consume each other through their mouths as they held each other as tightly as possible.

""

Inci had cried out as Naim as pulled back and thrusted back in – hard. So hard that for a moment, the mother was lifted off the floor.

Oh fuck!

The boy has started to move but despite the obvious lust, Helen could see that they were finding it difficult in their current position.

Stopping but never parting, the two of them struggled as Naim lifted Inci onto her desk so that her arse was perched on the end, allowing - Helen realised – her son easier access between his mother's legs.

Again he started moving into her with greater speed. The boy gasping at every obvious insertion while Inci groaned out, her legs now wrapped tightly around him just above the boy's beautifully firm bum cheeks, at the equally obvious penetration.

Helen could see that Inci wasn't wearing any tights or stockings and found herself wondering what the boy's body would feel like between her naked thighs.

Despite Inci's earlier protestations, it was clear to the observer that the woman did love her son - carnally. Christ! Look at the way she was fucking him, one arm wrapped around him while the other was being used for balance on the table. Inci pulled her mouth from her son's and bit into his shoulder as Naim continued to hammer into her.

"Goddd!!!! Fuck, Mum! You feel soooo goood!" 

Inci took a moment before she replied: " B-better.....than that girl?"

Suddenly Naim stopped and look directly into his mother's eyes. 

"I have never fucked her, Mum. It's only you I want." The boy gave an even harder thrust causing his mother to grunt. "It's you I ever only wanted."

Could he really be that obsessed for his mother, Helen thought sickly. Inci must have thought so since she then kissed the boy. Naim started thrusting again.

"Ooohhh! Then you've got me." Helen heard her say through their joined mouths.

"Really?" He continued moving.

Helen watched as Inci looked lovingly at her son.

"Yes 'really'. Ohhhh Naim, I love you so much. I thought I could control my feelings but when I saw you bring that girl this evening..."

"She's gone!"

"...and.....you were right.  I was so jealous.....I just wanted to claw her eyes out."

Suddenly Naim started fucking his mother even faster, harder. Her words must be having an affect on him. 

"I-I love you so much, Mum." He groaned out.

"I..ohhh...l-love you too. So bloody much. " 

They were really pounding each other now. Items on Inci's desk going flying as it jarred under the thrusting bodies.

"I-I'm going to give a fucking Dad has never done."

"....y-you're already doing that! Goddddd!" 

Watching them fuck, Helen realised she could hear their bodies smacking together, wetly. 

She shivered.

Inci was now clinging to her son. Her arms and legs tight around her boy's body as he rammed away.

" Ahhh! Oh God, Naim!"

"Oh Mum...."

Then again they were kissing. Hard, urgent. Inci's hands were now under Naim's shirt and Helen could see from the movements that she was clawing her son's back.

""When Dad g-goes out to play his golf t-tomorrow. I-I'm staying home with you." Naim groaned, pulling his lips from hers.

"... R-really?" 

"Y-yeah! I'm gonna fuck you all day long!"

"Ooooohhhh!"

Helen felt herself tremble at the words and what she was seeing.

"WITHOUT A CONDOM!" The boy gasped.

"OOOHHHH!!!!! GODDDD! NAIMMMMM!!!!!!" Helen saw Inci stiffen up. Her face suddenly a bright shade of red.

My God! She's having an orgasm!

"Shhittt, Mummmm!" And the boy stopped moving, his body pressing firmly against his mother's.

"Ohhhhh!"

The sudden realisation that Naim was cumming inside his mother, inside her unprotected cunt was too much for Helen. Her breasts felt they were going to burst, the heat between her legs was now blistering hot. It took all her self-control not to cry out as she realised she was having an orgasm of her own. 

It took minutes before her vision cleared and she could look back at the couple although had finished, were still holding each other. Inci tenderly stroking her son's hair.

Naim whispered something to his mother but Helen could not hear. But it did reward him with a kiss. A very unmotherly kiss.

"Now tell your father you are taking me home." Helen heard Inci say after a long pause.

"Huh?"

"Tell him that I have a headache and you are taking me home."

"What about Bet..."

From the look Inci gave Naim, it was obvious to Helen that he wasn't to worry about his date.

"Then you can take your mother home and 'look after her'. You know your father won't be home for hours."

Helen could see the wide grin that appeared on the boy's face.

Again they kissed and cuddled before Inci pushed him back.

"Now go. People may already be wondering where we have been."

Helen looked at her watch. It was half past ten. It was just before ten when she had come in from her cigarette.

With Inci's help, Naim, still shaking, pulled up his trousers, tidied himself and then left.

Inci picked up her discarded knickers and pushed them into her jacket pocket.

Then, to Helen's dismay, she walked out of her office and right to where she had been hiding.

Helen could only stand there as Inci closed the cupboard door.

"I take it that you saw everything?" Inci asked her.

"I-I..." Helen tried to answer.

"I'm sorry, Helen. I'm sorry that you saw that. I know it looks wrong. Me loving Naim like that. But to be honest, I don't really care anymore. I'm fed up doing 'what's right'. Mustafa and I haven't loved each other in years. I'm not sure that we ever really did. And Naim... he's... so loving, so caring. So interested."

"I can't stop you from telling my husband but you do need to remember something. Apart from finishing my marriage, the news would also destroy this company. A lot of the money invested in the firm came from my father which is now mine. Even taking half what was originally put in would mean the company would be finished which would also mean your job."

Sighing, Inci turned and sat on a nearby stool.

"Look, Helen. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to be happy. Is that too much to ask?"

No, Helen thought. She could understand what Inci was going through. She was in a similar relationship with own her husband. She could see the temptation of having an affair. But with her own child? Could she be like that with Gabe? 

But Inci was right, despite her moral convictions, she needed her job. Besides, what happened between Inci and her family was Inci's business. Not hers.

"I will leave it with you. Merry Christmas."

Inci got up and left.

A few minutes later, Helen rejoined the party. She was quickly joined by Margaret. 

"Looks like Naim's romance is over." Commented her friend. "His girlfriend just stalked off."

Obviously not too happy about being dumped, Helen thought.

"Oh I see Inci's got her coat on."

Helen looked over and saw Inci saying something to Mustafa who was with his senior managers, puffing a cigar. She noticed that he barely gave his wife a glance before she turned and left the room with Naim right behind her.

A shiver run up Helen's spine as she recalled Inci's last words to her son.

"You okay?" Margaret asked.

Helen nodded. Her mind already thinking of the ways Naim would be 'looking after his mother' tonight.

Realising that she had no drink, Helen went over to the drinks table to pour herself another glass of punch.

"So there you are." It was the 'Letch'. "I wondered when you were going to come back."

Helen said nothing, trying to ignore the man.

"But then again, it was an interesting show they gave us."

She looked up at Tom Pritchard's leering face. 

My God! He saw them too!



Watching Ch. 02



She had never known TRUE ecstasy until she had met this man. She could NEVER get enough of him! He opened up her entire "world" in the bedroom. He was just what she had always wanted in a sexual partner, and she had her share of sex with both men and women. Only one other person had satisfied her sexual appetite, but she was over 24 hours away (that's a story for later). (But enough with the back story, now onto the "good stuff"!)

He kissed her passionately, enjoying the way her tongue ring slipped around his mouth. He left her lips and traveled to her nipples, sucking and biting one then the other, all the while massaging them with his work roughened hands. 

She loved the feel of him; the roughened hands, his 3 day stubble, and especially the width of his manhood. She loved teasing and to be teased, so he lovingly (as to not pull or tangle her luscious blonde hair) put the blindfold she had used on him over her eyes. Just before the blindfold covered those (normally blue) beautiful eyes he noted the color change (a bright, vibrant green). Her green eyes could only mean one thing... She was BEYOND ready. 

He wanted to keep her guessing, just as she had done to him so, he reached into their "toy box" and pulled out their nylon ropes and tied her with them to each corner of the bed. Now she was truly spread eagle.

He began by removing her heels, she had only worn these a handful of times (mainly for him) and he loved her in them. He grabbed some warming massage oil and drizzled it on her feet. Gently massaging her feet, applying slight pressure to her arches, and started slowly working his way up to he ankles, calves, thighs... Moving inch by inch to the place between her thighs she craved his wandering fingers to go. He finally got to her junction and quickly stroked her exposed clit. She moaned and begged him to continue, but then she felt him get off the bed. She wondered what he was up to and moved her lips to ask when he said, "Nope, don't ask. I'll be back momentarily." 

Knowing she was straining to listen to hear exactly where he was going, he closed the door. "That damn little tease," she thought to herself. He knew she was still straining to listen so he tiptoed VERY quietly to their cupboard, opened the door and grabbed a bowl. Then walked over to their freezer and put some ice in the bowl with just a little bit of water so the ice would not harm her delicate flesh. 

He walked back into their room and grabbed a candle. He placed the candle and ice on their night stand next to each other and asked his retrained wife, "You ready for a surprise?" "Mmmmmm," was her reply.

He reached to the night stand, grabbed the candle in one hand, an ice cube with the other, and the dripped a spot of wax on her stomach. She sucked in her breath deeply. He dripped the melting ice on her thigh and she hissed... She was enjoying this. 

He set the candle back on the night stand and then ran the ice cube slowly up her body. From the tip of her toes, up her ankle, calf, thigh... Circled her outer lips, up her stomach, around each nipple and back down. She was moaning in delight at the surprise from her husband. Typically she was the one doing the spontaneous things like this... For him to do it was a complete surprise and she loved him even more.



He grabbed another ice cube from the bowl and hovered above her clit. She could feel the coldness of the ice cube on her clit, even though the ice cube was not yet touching her, and she shivered. He loved the torment and frustration he was causing her, knowing when she finally did cum it would be mind blowing for her. 

He slowly ran the ice cube up and down her slit. Every time he reached her clit he applied a little more pressure in a circular motion. She gasped and moaned. Gods how he was teasing her! Up and down, down and up... Slowly but effectively building the sexual tension in her. A few more minutes of this and she started writhing and grinding against the ice cube. 

He grabbed another ice cube and continued his play. She was moaning and screaming his name. She started saying she was going to cum soon. He removed the ice cube from her slit and replaced it with his mouth. The warmth startled her so much that she came right then. He worked his tongue on her clit intensifying and prolonging her orgasm. She moaned loudly calling his name over and over. 

He finally removed his mouth from her mound and crawled up her body to kiss her lusciously full lips, leaving a trail of kisses up her body. He reached her lips and kissed her passionately, making sure she could feel his swollen cock against her pussy lips. She moaned into his mouth.

He released her from her restraints and removed her blindfold. She gave him a deliciously devilish look and rolled him on his back. Now it was again his turn for torture. Sexual revenge is the best kind of revenge...

(To be continued)