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Watched

By: MaxSebastian



When I first saw you watching me, you might have caught me off-guard. I was just back from the office party, you see, the Christmas extravaganza of booze, banter and...well...babes, I suppose. But apparently I wasn't a babe, because I came away without even a random fondle. 

But I was certainly more than a little worse for the drink that night when I saw you across the street, following my every move. I came home in a taxi, feeling a little old and rejected - I was only just thirty-two, but since I was now divorced, I think everyone at the office viewed me as off-limits. 

You didn't, though, did you? Even though we'd never even so much as met. I arrived at my bedside and kicked off my shoes, and you were there, watching. Of course I didn't realise for a while. Your house had lain empty since the fall, and I had seen no one looking around it. I had never seen you move in, had I? Where was the truck? Where were all the burly men shifting your furniture inside? 

My curtains were open - that's how it all started. They were open, and because my head was spinning a little, I really couldn't be bothered to go to the effort of closing them. Besides, my attention had been drawn by my full-length mirror by then. How could I realise how close it was to the window, nor how large and low-to-the-floor the window was, in my state? 

I saw myself in it, and the questions started rolling into my head. Was I too old, now? Was I getting lines around my eyes? Were my curves no longer appealing to the eye? 

So I started imagining that I had someone there. That I had caught the attention of some mystery man who lived in my mirror. The funny thing was that I had caught the attention of a mystery man - but you lived across the street, not in my mirror. 

I danced for you, the music in my head. I used to be a ballet dancer, you know, back in college and before. I pulled up my dress to reveal my lace-topped thigh-high hold-ups, I imagined your eyes transfixed on my sensuous movement. I smiled, loving the attention. I pushed the straps of my dress to the sides, over my shoulders, and it dropped to the floor. 

I hope you were impressed: I went to Victoria's Secret that day especially for the party. Black silk snug against my curves, the g-string hiding the bare minimum. I ran my hands over my body, imagining your strong fingers brushing against my skin. My nipples were hard, pushing through the soft silk bra that created such mouth-watering cleavage - I'd turned heads at the party, even though I had apparently been off-limits. 

I certainly turned your head, though, didn't I? With that tiny g-string perched between my buttocks. I found myself in a daze, stroking my mound through the soft sensual silk, saturating it with my moisture. I flicked the catch on my bra and allowed it to drop to the ground, freeing my succulent breasts. Not bad, if I do say so myself. I played with my cleavage, cupping, squeezing, questioning my shape, wishing for your hot mouth on my erect nipples.

And I saw you. 

Or at least - I saw a glint of light from the corner of my eye. You couldn't have hidden forever, though, not with a clever girl like me living opposite. I would have scented you out of your hole sooner or later, especially with you being so damn attractive and all. 

I felt strange at first. Even with the alcohol slumbering within my bloodstream, a naturally conservative shock took hold of me. I had to have a second look. There you were: the clear reflection from the lens of a telescope. You moved it slightly, so I knew you were there, knew you were watching. It was a cloudy night, so even had I known you were an astronomy professor, it was obvious you weren't looking at the sky.

I faced you - which is probably the stupidest thing if I wanted to maintain modesty - and clutched my breasts with my hands, hiding them. I was pretty drunk, though, so I didn't think to just leave or close the curtains or turn out the lights. I'm glad I didn't. I'm glad I wasn't afraid of you, that I stood there and sought you out, looking for you in your window. 

You could have been a complete weirdo for all I knew, but somehow I knew you weren't. I hoped for the best, and you were there. The logical processes in my brain probably weren't on top form, but there you go. Sometimes you just have to live a little, let go. I figured - hey, you'd seen most of me already, and if you were still interested, I couldn't look too bad. 

So my hands came away from my chest and I stepped toward the window. I had never been so turned on - my whole body was on fire. I touched myself for you - running my fingers over my soft breasts, fondling my nipples, pinching them and squeezing them as the feelings rippled through my body.

My fingers flowed down my stomach, flat as I'm sure you appreciate. And both hands were between my thighs, revelling in the heat, the wetness, that teasing, skimpy g-string. My digits squirmed their way around the hot, soaking silk, seeking out my immaculately shaven pussy. I loved the complete freedom of movement that my hairless mound gave me, my fingers gliding over my skin to easily access my pussy lips and the tiny hardened nub that dwelled just above. And my g-string left the scene, though I don't remember purposely removing it. I had never come standing up before, but I did that time. The first time in front of you. It was incredible, and you hadn't even lain a finger on me. 

I had to sit down then, I really did. I suppose I must have drifted off to sleep. I dreamt of you, you had come round to finish me off. But you didn't - not that night.

-

I woke up in the morning and was glad it was Saturday, because I didn't feel too great. Actually it wasn't even the morning when I got up. It was Saturday afternoon, and the sun had already begun to set. After a quick shower, I felt a lot better. I stood under the hot water and remembered what happened the previous night. 

Had I really done that? Had I stripped down to my stockings in front of a stranger I couldn't even see? Had I touched myself while some anonymous mystery person had watched? 

But as I stood there, the hot water flowing over my curves, like your eyes did the night before, a strange feeling came over me. I wasn't even embarrassed, and I had masturbated in front of a complete stranger. I just smiled, and thought to myself hell, it's my house, I'll do what I want to inside.

Besides, I had enjoyed showing myself off to you, and where's the shame in that? When I eventually opened the front door, leaving to get some groceries for the weekend, I almost tripped over your gift. Did I like it? I loved it! All wrapped up in red paper and ribbons, like it was my birthday. But I didn't open it until I got home. It was just too enticing. I knew it was from you - who else would have left a mystery present, other than a mystery neighbour?

When I opened it, it was already dark outside. I rushed to my bedroom and set it up in the window. Just like yours. And, seemingly, I was just in time. There you were, a tall dark handsome stranger. I felt a twinge between my legs the first time I laid eyes on you. I watched you with my lights on - better than how you did the night before. Were you afraid? Afraid I might think you were creepy? I'd never think that - not when I needed you so much. You took a quick look in your own telescope, and I waved, feeling a little mischievous. You waved back, then blew me a kiss. 

And then you danced for me, and you didn't face a mirror as those clothes came off one by one. As your shirt came off, I gave in to temptation, and my hands quietly ventured under my skirt. You have an incredible body, that first time seeing you like that - my panties were soaking before my fingers even touched them. 

I imagined you weren't across the street, because that telescope you got me was so powerful it virtually put me inside your room. Your pants came off, leaving you in nothing but a small pair of red briefs that accentuated your muscular torso and squeezed your delectable package.

I came there and then when you started touching your body like I wanted you to touch mine. And when you released your hound...wow. Such a superb tower of grace - I felt a real craving for it to be within me, I had never felt such need before. My saturated panties were soon around my ankles, and as you began to touch yourself, perhaps imagining my hot sex encasing your powerful cock, I slowly inserted a couple of fingers into my juicy quim, imagining that it was your manhood stirring within me.

And that was the first time we ever came together, both watching each other through our scopes, me crying out as my body exploded and you silently sighing as your white, potent seed shooting out onto your washboard stomach. When your light went out, I followed suit, but the picture of you was still in my mind. Naked, muscular, thinking of me as you caressed your beautiful penis. It was an hour or so until I was able to go to sleep, exhausted after a string of orgasms.

-

Sunday morning. When I came home from mass, there was a small box on my doorstep. I knew it was from you instantly. It was, after all, hand delivered - didn't take a genius. I picked it up and walked inside my house, my heart was already beating quickly, my curiosity was so great. I knew it would be something hot.

And it was. 

There was a little note with it, telling me to enjoy myself. I tore off my clothes there and then. I was already wet. And you know what? It fit inside me perfectly. It was so incredibly horny to know I had an exact replica of your cock inside me. You felt so amazing locked inside my wet vagina. A little cold, maybe, but then I somehow felt that one day, one day you'd let me feel your real one in there.

Hell, I'd never even used one of those before, I thought it a little sad, a little pathetic. But somehow, because it had been moulded on your hard cock, it was so sexy. I came there and then on my couch, great wracking orgasm flooding through my system.

And that night I gave you a real show, didn't I?

I teased you extra long, pulling down my panties to show off my naked form, but not down far enough to reveal my pussy. Just the top of my smooth mound. I turned around and wiggled my ass, then my panties were gone, and I felt like Marilyn Monroe, cheeky and sexy in front of you. I turned around but covered my pussy with my hands. Then one hand moved to pick up the replica of your cock. I used both hands to simulate oral sex with your cock. You might have been looking at my naked vagina, but I think you probably saw my lips on the end of your cock, my tongue swirling around its head. Your imagination, my imagination, tangoing together on overdrive.

I took as much of it into my mouth as possible, but it was really hard to stretch my lips that much. I loved your size, it was such an amazing promise for things to come between us.

Then I trailed it down my body, over my breasts to touch my stiff nipples, then down my stomach and over my mound to dance around my pussy. I perched myself on the edge of the bed and opened my legs so you could see the head of your cock slip in between my glistening labia to sink inside me.

-

Somewhere during the final throes of my third orgasm, there was a knock on my front door. I heard it, even over my extreme heavy breathing and racing blood flow. But then, I thought, you had to be pretty worked up after my show. You needed me pretty badly, and so you knocked on my door pretty damn hard. I answered the door in the nude, my hands and my thighs still sticky from my own juices. What if it hadn't been you? What if it had been some stranger, who by chance had had a blown tire and wanted to use my phone? Quite a shock, it would have been. But it wasn't a stranger.

And it wasn't what I was expecting. You weren't there. Nothing. Nobody around at all. I have to admit, I was very disappointed. My head dropped, just like my heart. Actually, I'm glad it did, because otherwise I might have just closed the door and gone back inside, without seeing the real purpose of your knocking.

An envelope, sitting dispassionately on the doorstep.

I picked it up, and already there was that jolt of excitement mixed with curiosity deep in my chest. What was it? It felt like Christmas morning, I was so excited! Wanting to string out this wonderful feeling of promise you had given me, I waited until I got upstairs to open the plain white envelope. I sat down in front of you, and tore open the envelope. Inside was nothing except a key. It was a front door key, I was fairly certain. Your key? There was a label tied round the key, and all it read was: 'midnight, don't be late'. 

My heart flicked into top gear, and I felt a tingle down between my legs at the thought of what would become of me when that clock struck twelve. It was only ten o'clock: I had two hours. For the first time since I found out you were there, I closed my curtains. I was going to use those two hours to take a long shower and make myself as beautiful as I could for you. 

I have to admit I came twice in the shower on the anticipation alone. That aside, I made full use of the time you'd given me, I made sure I was clean as clean could be, freshly shaven and dressed in sexy clothes. Even so, those last few minutes until twelve were an agonising wait.

But at last, the appointed time was at hand. I put on only a dress over my underwear, and it was cold when I went outside. If that key didn't fit your door, it was going to be a cold waste of time. But it fit beautifully, just like your cock in my pussy, gliding in to fill me with excitement.

I opened the door and stepped inside, where darkness was total. 

"Hello?" I said, warily.

Your voice was deep and very masculine. It seemed to set me at ease almost immediately. "Do you want me?" 

I answered you with a trembling whisper, "oh, yes..." 

"Take off your dress," you said, and my heart thumped like never before. I pulled the dress up over my head and listened for your next command. You breathed in my ear, "I love your outfit."

"You can see me?" I replied.

"I'm used to the darkness," you explained. "I spend my working life looking up at the night sky - darkness means better viewing. And there's no better viewing than what I've seen of you."

I felt your hands on my shoulders, moving slowly down my back, caressing my behind gently. You pulled at my teddy, sliding it down my body and off to a pile on the floor. My stockings went, one by one, and I was standing completely exposed to you, the cool air swirling around my body. What were you going to do to me? You took me and gently led me a few yards through the house. Then you turned me and asked me to sit. Then you instructed me to take your pants off. My eyes were growing used to the darkness now, and I easily found your belt, and eagerly unfastened it. You pants slid down to your ankles along with your shorts. And there was your beautiful cock, which I knew well physically, but now had the chance to touch the real version.

You leaned closer to me, and quietly asked me to take you into my mouth. With no hesitation I grasped your erect penis in my hand, ran my fingers down the smooth, silky, skin of your shaft. I felt the blood flow pulse under my touch. Pre-cum was already glistening on the tip. I leaned forward and tentatively licked you, you moaned. Encircling you with my lips, I worked my way down your erection, exploring it with my tongue. Your hand was on my head, directing yourself further into my mouth. I inched down and took you as fully as I could. I moved up and down your stiff cock, accelerating with each stroke. My hand went down to cup and then softly fondle your balls.

You groaned, bucking your hips forward and forcing me to take you even deeper. My tongue explored your powerful muscle, but you pulled away and I knew you were about to come.

I was hot and wet for you, realising that I had begun to move my hips in anticipation for what would happen next. You pushed me back onto the bed, reached behind me and pulled out a long black silky blindfold. Getting more excited then, I reach to touch myself as you tied it snugly over my eyes. My sight had been returning, and you had realised it would, and still wanted to remain in the dark. It was wonderful how my other senses came alive when you deprived me of my sight. 

I waited for your next move. You urged me back onto my feet and then led me along, up some stairs and then a little further. 

"Trust me," you whispered into my ear, then pushed me backwards. I felt frightened for a moment, losing my balance so suddenly. For a split second, you could have been throwing me down the stairs - but then the bed was there, and my trust in you complete.


You straddled my chest, pinning me with your weight. I felt your hot cock between my breasts, my nipples brushing your thighs, but could not reach around to touch your cute butt. I felt soft velvet encircling first one wrist and then the next, the pressure then tightening and my arms were drawn up towards the top of the bed. 

I couldn't move my arms more than a few inches. You inched down my body and at last, I felt the soft touch of your lips on mine. I arched my back to stretch and meet your lips with the full force of my desire. At first, you pulled away, teasing me, but then the pressure of your body lessened and I felt you inching even further down. 

My head was filled with questions at that point, I ached to see yet I was so incredibly aroused in this darkness. What were you doing? What were you going to do? 

Your hand slid up my leg, and you whispered into my ear, "Do you want me to touch you?" 

I replied, "oh yes, oh please..." 

Your thumb brushed my clit causing intense surprise and pleasure to light up my pussy. I felt those amazingly dexterous fingers of yours seeking out my wetness, burying them into my vagina to seek out every magnificent contact possible inside me, making me squirm under your touch. I was already so close to orgasm. I had felt the heat build faster and faster as your magical digits found my g-spot. 

"Are you going to come for me?" you asked me, your breath soft on my ear. 

"Yes," I nearly screamed, "oh yes..."

"I want you to come for me," you said, "I want you to come for me in my mouth."

You leaned closer to me and a sudden outrageous heat engulfed my clitoris and swept over my pussy as you tasted my nectar for the first time. I almost exploded as you worked me with your tongue and fingers. I arched my back, straining against the cuffs that held me back while tingling sensations ran throughout my stomach and down my thighs. 

A wave of pleasure flooded through me and before I knew what was happening, you entered me, plunging deeply into my wet and sensitive pussy. I felt every inch as you slid deeper into me, and I groaned as you kissed me heavily on the lips and continued to thrust into me. 

I struggled with my restraints, wanting to pull you into me even deeper, aching to feel your back and your behind as you pushed into me. You must have sensed my silent plea for freedom because you stopped and released me from my cuffs, I pulled at the blindfold, letting it drop to the bed side. 

A feeling of power came over me then, I wanted to take you, ride you. I pushed you off me and onto the bed and sat across your groin facing away from you. 

Feeling Your erect cock between my legs, I slowly rubbed it across my swollen clit. I guided you into the soft folds of my labia and took you into my body completely. Slowly, enjoying every inch of you and your hands reaching around to touch my clitoris as I rose and fell on you, we moved as one. 

Your other hand reached for my breast, squeezing my nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Pleasure raced through my body and the intensity of the moment pushed me to a climax quickly. I came once again, powerfully. My muscles clenched down on you and I heard you moan even louder. 


Watched



Another wild party behind them, Jack and Susan stumble into their friend's bedroom and begin to undress. Susan unbuttons her sweater, tosses it into a chair. The gentle swell of her breasts captures his gaze. She knows he's watching every movement. A wicked smile begins to creep across her face.

"I've never slept in a waterbed before."

"Me either," Jack replied, "I wonder where Bill is planning to sleep."

Susan unbuttons her jeans and begins to wiggle them over her hips as Jack looks on, unbuttoning his own shirt to reveal the tight and almost hairless sweep of his chest. His eyes, riveted to his wife's seminude body, shine like blue jewels in the dim lighting. He's seen her undress hundreds of times, but it always seems fresh, always stirs him in a thousand places at once.

"I don't know," said Susan, kicking her jeans off, "I think he really wanted to fuck Angela, but he was coming on too strong."

"I wouldn't mind fucking Angela myself."

Susan looks at him, play-acted hurt coloring the tone of her voice.

"Not happy with what you have?"

Jacks tugs his pants over his feet and heaves them across the room. A growing erection makes a tent of his boxers as he watches lace panties fall to the floor and shadows play across soft skin and raven curls framing dark eyes and full, moist lips.

"More than happy – so much more."

"Show me..."

They move together; bare skin barely touching. Her dark, sensitive nipples graze his chest, tightening in little ridges as she tilts her head up to take his lower lip between both of her own. He can smell the scent of her hair as it brushes his cheek. His arms encircle her waist and draw her close, his hardness pressing against her belly. Their tongues begin to writhe.

He breaks the kiss; his lips brush her neck, tickling, his tongue tastes her skin: salt and sweet perfume. His breath in her ear makes her whole body shiver: goose bumps rising across her warm flesh. He whispers.

"I know where Bill is."

"Who cares… " She begins to squirm as the shivers take control. "You know what that does to me."

His tongue continues to tease the folds of her ear; she can feel the wetness between her legs, so ready to feel him inside, so ready to be thrown down on the waterbed and ridden to orgasm after orgasm. Their hips rock and grind; the dance begins, right there at the foot of the bed. Another whisper in her ear.

"What if Bill were here now, watching us?"

It wasn't the first time they'd shared this fantasy, and the thrill of it seemed never to get old. Jack could feel a wetness begin, slick against the inside of his boxers.

"What if Bill were hiding in the closet, right now, watching through the louvers?"

"Oh God..." she runs her nails up his bare back, the dark heat between her legs beginning to glow red. Jack runs a finger between the folds, feeling wet, feeling heat: an eruption boiling, hidden just beneath the surface of her soft, close trimmed hair. Her hips grow tense, muscles taught, pressed against his. Tingles begin to build, fingers swirl, playing, taking her higher. Jack whispers again.

"He's in there right now, watching us."

Nails digging into his back. Moans, low and sensual, lost in the moment.

"He's looking now, you can almost feel his eyes."

Susan wraps a leg behind his knee, opens herself wider; her body begins to shudder, her hips have a mind of their own.

"His eyes brush the back of your heel, can you feel it?"

"Yes."

"His gaze walks up the back of your leg. He's wishing it were his tongue, tickling the back of your knee. He tastes you with his eyes. He's taking his time. He's exploring you."

"Tell me more."

"You can feel his lips now, moving higher, up the back of your thigh. You shudder. Yes, like that. Just like that. You're wishing he would move faster."

"Yes."

"Suddenly you feel his tongue, just below your ass, back and forth, almost between your legs, teasing. Then he's kneading your ass, spreading you open. You feel the first touch of his breath behind you and you back against him and he's sucking you there, his tongue darting in and out, opening you, making you wetter and wetter. I can feel how wet you are. You're soaking."

"I want you to fuck me."

Two bodies fall to the bed, waves exploding all around, boxers all but ripped off and her hand wraps around him – it's his turn to moan.

She pumps her hand up and down the shaft, the skin rising and falling, painfully slow: maddening. His hips flex as she crawls on top of him and waits, poised, the tip barely touching the dark hair between her thighs. A wicked, playful grin as their eyes meet.

"Don't stop talking to me..."

"Can you feel his breath on the curve of your back?"

"Yes."

She sinks lower, guiding the tip between her outer lips. It feels like he's been dipped into hot water and he thrusts to penetrate deeper. She backs off, teasing, stroking, rubbing him against the bright button hidden between her folds.

"His hands are on your hips now, kneading your shoulders. He tells you there's nothing in the world so beautiful as you are at this moment; the curve of your spine highlighted in moonlight, your skin flushed, the muscles of your back rippling just beneath the surface, your head thrown back – you're waiting to feel him inside you. He tells you he can smell your hair and you turn to look at him..."

"Oh God oh God don't stop..."

His cock slips inside her and she rides, beautiful, wild as the night that covers the world. He gasps for breath and isn't catching it. He's just looking at her, watching the motion of her breasts as they move in time to their rhythm. His hands explore her body, up and down the curve of her spine, around to her nipples to pinch and tease. She braces herself on his chest, red fingernails marking the skin, hair flying, wild, flicking back and forth across his face. She's gasping now, can barely speak.

"More."

The sounds of breathing, of flesh slapping flesh, of dark moans and ecstatic passion and the waves beneath running wild.

"More."

"You turn to look at him..."

"Yes."

"He's pulled his zipper down and you can see his cock."

"Oh..."

"He's watching you, and he's stroking himself. He's uncut. You can see the folds of skin cover the head and then draw back. A drop of fluid oozes out to land on the bed."

"...God!"

"He tells you he's going to come. He tells you he's going to shoot it all over you..."

No more talking. She rides, hips move at blinding speed as he stabs into her, impaling her. She contorts around him and everything goes blank, a white flash and the dam bursts and she's screaming and thrusting and shuddering, fingers locked in the covers tearing them free and he's shooting hot thick streams inside her and the world collapses to a single point and the writhing just goes on and on and on.

They lay, afterward, catching their breath. They have no more words. They stroke each other almost absently, lovingly. They drift off to sleep, still engaged.

The closet door opens, footsteps cross the carpet. The gentle click of the lock and a door swings wide, then shuts.

Copyright ©2002 Veragem, all rights reserved. Not to be reprinted or re-posted in whole or in part without the consent of the author. 



Watched



After last Tuesday, I tested my neighbor again on Thursday night. I invited Sabrina over and we got busy in front of the window. I watched my neighbor as I dicked Sabrina, watched her hand slide between her legs and her back arch and her throw her head back as she came.

I came hard inside of Sabrina and she came hard all over my cock.

The next morning, I called in sick, even though I wasn't. It wasn't that I had to recover from Sabrina, though it was touch and go there for a while. A lot more touch than go.

I got up early and watched my neighbor rise and shine. She looked different in the light of day. She was still the same blonde, same tan, same leggy, short short-wearing, tank top-covered woman that I had watched come home and watched masturbate in front of her window as I masturbated or fucked in front of my own.

But she was different, too.

I couldn't put my finger on it but I sure wanted to.

I watched her get in her car, wearing cut-offs and yet another tank top, her tan breasts threatening to bust out, no pun intended.

I watched her drive away and thought about some kind of scheme that I could come up with to get up close and very personal with her.

It was beyond time that we met. I could share my cock with her from afar for only so long. I wanted her to touch me, to suck me, to fuck me.

After an hour, I thought I had what was a decent plan. Maybe not the best but it might be able to fly.

I took a spare set of keys, leaving the good set on the dresser in my bedroom, and locked myself out of my house. I tossed the keys down the sewer grate and then sat on the curb, waiting for her to return.

It was two hours before she came back. She pulled up, saw me sitting on the curb and I think she might have jumped out of her skin.

She knew who I was, what we had been sharing for a little over two months now, Tuesday and Thursday nights, and I think it freaked her out that we were now face to face, so to speak, in the daylight.

"Excuse me?" I said as she exited her car, putting my hands in my pockets and sidling up to her car door.

"Yes?" She tried to act like we were strangers and, while it stung a little bit, if she had done what I was in the process of doing, I think I might have done the same thing.

"I, um, kinda locked myself out of my house and I know there's a set of keys on my dresser but, obviously, I can't get in and get them. Do you mind if I use your phone?"

She shrugged, said, "Why not?" and led me into her house, unlocking the door and ushering me into a hallway that was just off the living room where she finger-fucked herself at least two nights a week while watching me jack off.

I didn't know how long we would play this game, pretending that we were innocents, pretending like we were strangers but I hoped it wouldn't last much longer.

"Phone's in the kitchen," she told me. "Just keep going straight and then it's on the countertop to your right." Then she ran upstairs.

I picked up the phone after paging through a handy phonebook and dialed a locksmith, explained my situation and was informed that it could be a while. I asked for a definition of "a while" and was told anywhere from two to three hours. I told them I'd wait and to hurry, though, in reality, I was never in any hurry.

I walked back to the stairs and strained my ears. I could hear water running and knew where my host had gotten off to. I wanted to get off, too. I took my shoes off and silently crept up the stairs and made my way to a bedroom.

On the floor lay the short shorts and the tank top and a pair of skimpy purple panties. I could hear the water running from beyond a door that was slightly ajar and I made my way as quietly as possible to that door. I edged it open carefully and there she was, behind a glass door, naked, bathing, basking, actually, in the water coming down from the head of the shower. 

Her hands were lathering her breasts and then the rest of her torso. They found their way to her sex and she washed it gently, carefully. I got hard just watching her. 

I didn't want to spoil anything just now, especially since I was finally in her house. It didn't make any sense that she should get pissed off, having shared our bodies from a short distance, but I didn't want to jinx it. 

So I shut the door, leaving it in the same position that I had found it, snuck out of the bedroom and then back down the stairs. I took up residence in the kitchen, not even daring to enter the sex den that was her living room.

Ten minutes later, she came down in a white bathrobe, her hair wet and comb back.

"Did you get anyone?" she asked as she joined me in the kitchen, running a hand through her blonde mane.

I nodded and told her that they said that it might be up to three hours.

She just nodded back and then, after an awkward silence, she said, "Well, you're welcome to stay here until he gets here."

"Thank you," I said.

"Hungry?" she asked as she went to the refrigerator.

"Starved," I said.

And then it happened. I came up behind her, put my lips to her neck, kissed her there. She didn't put up a fight, didn't stop me or pull away and ask me what the fuck I thought I was doing.

I couldn't have told her anyway. I didn't know what I was doing until I was doing it. I licked at some of the water from her hair, tasted her shampoo or her soap, a strawberry flavor. She tasted good.

I put my arms around her mid-drift and around the tie of the robe and hugged her from behind while I continued to lick her neck. She leaned back into me and I felt my erection press against the small of her back.

"Please," she said and tilted her head and I got the picture and moved my mouth to hers. She put a hand up and touched my face. It was electric.

I slid my tongue between her lips and past her teeth and touched her own tongue, sending another jolt through not only my body but hers, as well.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," she whispered when we broke our kiss. 

At first, I thought she was going to lead me back upstairs, to her soft-looking bed, where we'd have all the privacy in the world.

But, instead, she led me to the living room, to the sex den where she had watched me, where she had come many times while watching me.

"Move the chair over here," she said, her voice a sexy husky tenor. She was pointing to where she normally stood while jilling herself off. Her wish was my command, I moved the chair, and she removed her robe. 

And then she opened the shade on the window, putting us on display for the entire neighborhood. I didn't care at that point.

Her body was just as delicious up close as it had been from across the street. While I had glimpsed her just a little while ago in the shower, she was hidden behind steamed up glass.

Her pussy was hairless, as I knew it to be, the lips of her sex puffy and waiting to be treated to a special massage. Her breasts were beautiful orbs, with tight, dark nipples.

I wanted to kiss every inch of her body, wanted to make her scream while she came.

She helped me off with my shirt, touching my hairy chest as she looked me over. She put her lips to one of my nipples and it harden as she tongued it.

"Mmm," she said as she set about her work, her hands moving the button of my fly on my jeans and then sliding the zipper down, even while she sucked on my nipple.

Her hand roamed down the front of my underwear, touch the bulge there, making my cock jump in anticipation. She laughed.

"He's so ready," she said. I'd never had a woman talk about my cock as if it were alive. She pulled my jeans and then my underwear down and I kicked them free. My cock stood at attention and she got down on her knees and fondled and kissed my scrotum.

I placed my hands in her hair as she licked, nibbled and sucked first one testicle and then the other. She was gentle about it but I could tell she was holding back. I wondered if she would take both inside of her mouth and then she did just that. The sensations rippling through my body were undescribible. 

I looked out the window through slit eyes as she did this and didn't see anyone. I don't know if I was relieved or disappointed. I focused back on her.

She sucked both of my balls for a short while and then turned her attention on my stiff rod. She sucked me expertly, first swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, running it up and down the opening and then sucking it back into her throat, taking the whole thing as deeply as she possibly could.

I felt like I could have come right then and been satisfied with our time together. Even if I had left after she blew me, and I didn't get her name, I would have been happy.

She came off my cock with a loud pop and then told me to stay right where I was. Like I was going anywhere.

She came back a moment later, having apparently gone to the kitchen. She had a bottle of baby oil and was spreading large portions of it all over her tits. I knew what she wanted me to do without her even asking.

I slipped my penis in between her breasts and, slowly, I fucked downward through the tunnel made by her tits, the head of my cock hitting the top of her stomach as I stroked.

"I want to taste to as you do that," she said, a little bit of exaggerated disappointment in her voice. She pouted and then laughed.

"Lay back on the floor," I told her and she did as I asked.

I squatted over her body and then, realizing it wouldn't work right, placed my knees on either side of her body and sat as gingerly as possible on her ribs. I pushed my lubed-up cock through her cleavage and felt her lick, as best she could, the head every time it came near her mouth.

We did that for a little while longer before I settled between her legs. Before I put my tongue there, though, I kissed down from her sticky tits to her stomach to her thighs and up the inside of them. I could smell her, knew she was ready but I decided to tease her a little bit longer.

"Please," she begged and I ignored her, enjoying hearing her pleas. It meant I was getting her even hotter than she already was.

"Now!" she cried, her hips humping upwards at my face.

"Not yet," I told her and bit her lightly just off to the side of her pussy.

"Yes, now!"

I kissed upward toward her hairless opening and then ran my tongue along the outside of her cunt, her juices already in abundant supply. She shivered and then shook as I drove the tip of my tongue upward towards her engorged clitoris. The little bud was twice the size that it had been when I had first laid eyes on it, after she'd disrobed. I flicked it once, twice, three times with my tongue and she pushed upward, driving my tongue into her wet pussy.

She screamed that she was going to come and I did everything in my power to see that she did, sliding a finger and then two into her cunt, while my mouth continued to do its magic on her clit. She exploded and her juices shot forward and hit me full on in the face. She tasted so sweet that I thought I was eating candy. Her pussy was candy enough for me.

We relaxed for a few minutes, my cock never once going soft, partially because I still had yet to come and I wouldn't let it, partially because she wouldn't, either, playing with it when it looked like it was starting to droop.

After about five minutes, she told me to stand up.

Once again, we were in full view of the neighboorhood. I looked at the clock. It had been an hour and a half since I had called the locksmith. An hour and a half well spent, I thought.

"What's your name?" I asked her and she giggled.

"We've been fucking forever, it seems," she said. "And you first ask my name?"

"Well, you know," I said, "I've been busy."

She laughed and shoved me into the chair. "Lydia," she said and then climbed onto my cock, facing me, her breasts in my face and then in my mouth. Her cunt gripped my shaft and we set up a rhythm to our fuck. I tried to tell her my name was Kevin but we were really rocking that chair. 

I've tried to fuck in a chair like hers before and each time has been a miserable disaster, with the woman not getting the pace right or my not being able to hump upwards into her pussy.

Lydia was a pro at chair-fucking and I went along with her. She bounced up and down and our sweat and come covered bodies slapped together, making sweet music. I held onto her, just above her ass, and she kept riding me.

I looked out onto the street and watched as the locksmith pulled up in front of my house.

Lydia was moaning, begging me to make her come again and I did my best to oblige her, pistoning in and out of her, matching her stride for stride. She cried out and I knew I had done what she had wanted and then she collapsed forward, her tits smothering me, her hair coming forward and falling around us. I kissed her breasts and sucked the nipples and she giggled again.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, then took one of her breasts into her hand and fed it to me. I nibbled the nipple. After a minute, she bent it back toward her own mouth and licked her I had just chewed. I felt my cock harden at the sight.

"What are we going to do about him?" Lydia said as she reached down and grabbed hold of my cock. She stroked it again and again and I grew in her hand. She fondled my balls with her other hand and I sat up further in the chair.

I could see across the street. The locksmith was a woman. She was wearing brown shorts and a loose-fitting plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up.

Lydia kept at it, getting off of me then and kneeling as she proceeded to jack me off. I kept my eyes on the woman across the street as she set about getting the door open. It took her no less than ten minutes after I had first spied her and I figured she must have been working at least ten minutes before that.

Lydia had her mouth engulfed around my member and was holding my balls in the palm of her hand. I squirmed in the chair and moaned as she deep-throated me, her chin against my scrotum.

The woman across the street turned on her heel and she had to be able to see what we were doing. She was standing just below my window, looking directly across the street through Lydia's window. There were no bushes blocking her view of what we were doing and Lydia's ass was high in the air, her juicy wet pussy peeking out between her thighs.

The woman just stood there and watched us and it added to my arousal, my cock growing even longer, thicker in Lydia's mouth. She made a very contented noise deep in her throat and it hummed all the way up my length. I was very nearly there.

The woman locksmith walked across the street and got a closer look. She looked around on the street and then slid a hand under her shorts and touched herself.

That was enough for me to shoot deeply into Lydia's mouth and down her throat and she urged me on, still pumping my meat with her mouth even as I came the most explosively that I could remember. 

The woman outside let her head fall backward and her hand moved faster against her clit as Lydia slowed against my cock, letting it out of her mouth inch by inch. She never let go of my balls, continuing to fondle them.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing," she said when her mouth came away from me and then she laughed again.

The locksmith woman finished herself off, walked back to her truck and wrote up my bill. Then she drove away. 



Watched



I was so very pleased when my college friend Amy called to say she and her husband would be in town. Although we've kept in touch, more or less, I hadn't actually seen Amy since graduation almost five years ago. I had never met John.

"Are you sure it's not an imposition?" she asked on the phone. "I know you don't have much space."

"Not at all! I'd love to see you," I replied.

"That's great," she said with her usual enthusiasm, "and Beth, I've got some special news to share with you... but it can wait until we are there!"

Amy always enjoyed a mystery. I pressed her about this news of hers just enough to let her know I was interested, but not so much as to make her feel guilty for not telling me right away. It was just like we were roommates again.

It was true that I didn't have much space. I lived in a small one bedroom apartment on the third floor of a creaky old building on the outskirts of downtown. It was convenient to work, but the rent was high in that area, and I couldn't afford much. Yet I had a fold out couch I got from my parents, and enough space for my friends to crash for a couple of nights. It was probably just as well that I was between boyfriends though. My apartment would be crowded enough with three of us.

The day my friends arrived was probably the hottest day of the summer. Although I usually make due with a couple of window fans, that morning I regretted not getting the air conditioner I had been thinking about. Yet the heat didn't do anything to dampen Amy's natural enthusiasm. As soon as she walked in the door she bubbled with energy.

"Oh, wow! Your place is so cute!"

"Thanks," I said hugging her.

She then introduced me to John. He was much more reserved than her but was still open and friendly. "I'm pleased to finally met you," he said with a confident voice as he shook my hand.

"The same here," I replied.

"And guess what?" Amy put both hands on her belly and smiled broadly. That's when I noticed that she had a bulge.

"No way!" I exclaimed.

"Yep!" She giggled and nodded.

"When are you due?"

"Late October, actually," she replied, "so not tonight."

John laughed. "Yeah, let's hope not tonight, eh?"

"Put your things there by that door," I said as I took Amy by the arm and headed toward the kitchen. "Would you two like something to drink?"

"Sure," Amy said, "but not alcoholic,"

"Come on," I replied. "It's two in the afternoon. I would *never* expect you to drink anything alcoholic at two in the afternoon!" We both laughed.

We spent the rest of the day sitting around my tiny living room and catching up. John didn't say much and seemed content to just let Amy and I reminisce about old times. He was one of those people with very intense eyes. When he looked at me he seemed to look into me, as if he was trying to see my very soul. I was a little uncomfortable with it at first, but he also had a friendly, easy going manner that made him seem safe.

"What do you think of John," Amy asked me quietly when he stepped into the bathroom for a moment.

"I think he's great," I said with a smile. "You did well."

"Yeah, I'm lucky," she said.

"He's got a great body too," I added grinning.

"He does," Amy said, "but, hey, you aren't supposed to notice that!"

We went out for dinner since I wasn't about to cook anything in that heat. It was very nice to go to an air conditioned restaurant. I had thought to pay for my guests, but the prices at the place we choose made me nervous. Thankfully John suggested right away that we split the check.

While walking back to the bus stop after dinner, Amy was ahead and John walked with me.

"I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend," he said.

"I did, but... we broke up." I felt strangely giggly and embarrassed.

"That was his loss, I think. You are very nice, very smart, and very beautiful."

"Oh, well..." I mumbled. I didn't know what to say. "Now John, if I didn't know you were happily married I'd say you were flirting with me." He laughed.

Once back at my apartment our conversation continued into the night. Yet it wasn't long before Amy was falling asleep on John's shoulder. I thought about kidding her about becoming an old lady, but decided against it. In many ways I envied her.

It was only 11:00 when I helped them open their bed and we all got ready for the night. I checked the locks on the door, turned on the night lights, and bid them a good night.

"Let me know if you need anything," I said. "Really, you can wake me up if you have to."

"Oh don't worry about us," Amy replied.

"We'll be fine," said John. "Have a good night."

I retired to my bedroom and closed the door. I slipped out of my clothes and pulled on my nightshirt and a fresh pair of panties. It was, alas stifling hot. I tried pointing the window fan at the bed, but I was not very successful. Finally I opened the door a bit to at least let some air circulate. Climbing into bed, I switched on the reading light clamped to the headboard and opened my latest trash novel.

It was after midnight when I finally closed my book and turned off the light. I settled down to sleep but the heat kept me awake. I threw off the covers and tried to relax but I couldn't get comfortable. Instead I found myself thinking about one of the love scenes in the book I was reading. I thought about the passion -- heat of a different kind -- between new lovers. How long had it been for me again?

Soon I slid my hand under my nightshirt and fondled my breasts, brushing my fingertips over my hardening nipples. I glanced toward the door wishing my guests were not there. With a sigh I stopped my touching and rolled onto my side, trying once again to fall asleep. Alas, the fire between my legs had ignited and would not be ignored. Soon I had my hand pressed against the crotch of my panties, rubbing slowly. I lifted one knee and pulled my panties aside so I could run a finger around my moist opening. Nervously I glanced toward the door again, but everything appeared safe.

To be extra sure I climbed out of bed and peeked down the hall toward the darkened living room. I heard John snoring lightly, but otherwise there was no sign of life. I knew I should close the door, but I couldn't stand the thought of the heat so I left it ajar. Returning to my bed I quickly slipped out of my nightshirt and panties, tossing them haphazardly on the floor. I lay on top of the sheets nude, trying to stay at least a little cool.

I touched my belly, rubbing my fingers over my body in slow, sensuous circles. I cupped my breasts with both hands, massaging and stroking them. I gently dragged my nails over my nipples, focusing first on one, then the other, then both at once. It felt wonderful and I bit my lip slightly to keep from whimpering.

I bent my knees, raising them up and opening myself to an imagined lover. With one hand on my breast, I moved the other between my legs. My fingers found their way through the tangle of my pussy hair to the wet folds of my slit. I thrust my hips upward and begin to stroke my clit steadily. I imagined a new lover entering me... taking me... fucking me. For several wonderful minutes I masturbate like that; my legs gradually spreading wider and wider as I got more aroused until my feet were off the bed and my knees were almost to my breasts. I felt totally sexual, like a bitch in heat. I wanted to moan but I didn't dare. The only sound was my ragged panting and the liquid noise of my very excited pussy.

I felt myself getting close to orgasm, but I wanted to draw it out. I opened my eyes and rolled to one side, letting one knee rest against the sheets while keeping the other raised. I put my hand back between my legs to continued what I was doing, but then I glanced toward the door and, to my shock, I saw John standing in the hallway watching me. He was wearing only boxers and nothing else. I froze and John disappeared. I wasn't sure what to do and for a long moment I didn't move at all. My heart pounded in my chest, not only because of my arousal but also because my best friend's husband just caught me masturbating. How long had he been watching?

I looked toward the door but there was only darkness visible through the narrow opening. Tentatively I began to stroke myself again and delightful sensations started to wash over me. I closed my eyes. Maybe John went away. Maybe I imagined seeing him. Maybe I was too horny to care.

Soon I was close to orgasm again and I slowed down a little to tease myself. I opened my eyes and John was there again... watching me. Instead of shock, I felt glad. Our eyes meet and this time he did not back away. I stroked myself steadily while he looked at me intently. I saw his eyes move down my body and rest between my legs. I hoped he wanted to fuck me, and that idea turned me on even more.

I paused and then reached over and turned on the light above the bed. It seemed very bright, and it made me feel completely exposed and vulnerable. I sat up on the edge of the bed, facing John, with my legs spread comfortably. I looked right at him and continued to masturbate. With one hand I stroked my breasts and pulled on my nipples. With the other I rubbed my pussy. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I didn't care. I was too aroused. All I wanted was to let John see me.

John took his cock out of his boxers and started to touch himself. He was extremely, wonderfully hard. His cock pointed almost straight up in a graceful arc. He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and pumped himself with long, steady strokes. I watched in fascination the way the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed as he moved. I couldn't help but wonder what he and Amy looked like when they made love. I'm sure they were beautiful together.

I leaned back and lifted my feet to the edge of the bed. I spread my legs obscenely, showing John my pussy in the soft light. I wanted to excite him. I wanted to turn him on. I wanted him to think about my pussy the next time he fucked his wife. John stroked his cock rapidly now, his gazed fixed on my wet cunt. I was intensely horny. I had been close to orgasm for a while and finally I couldn't resist it any longer. I yelped in pleasure as I begin to cum, closing my eyes as I rode the waves of ecstasy. When it was finally over I found John smiling wickedly at me. He gave me a knowing nod.

Afterward I sat up again on the edge of the bed while John stroked himself rapidly. He was totally intent on what he was doing, wanting to get himself off. His rigid erection glistened with wetness. I continued to rub my clit, now slowly and gently, enjoying the aftershocks. After a minute my sensitivity was gone. I leaned against my pillows, stretched out my legs and began to stroke myself rapidly as well. It only took seconds for me to cum again and, as usual, it was much stronger than the first one.

"Unnnggghhh..." I groaned, rather louder than I should. Yet I couldn't help making sound, it felt so wonderful. My body spasmed in profound pleasure and I could feel my breasts shake. "Oh God," I moaned softly in the middle of my orgasm.

"Fuck..." John gasped. He groaned and then thrust his hips powerfully forward. A glob of semen shot from his cock in a high arc, splattering on the rug only a short distance from me. He grunted as his cock squirted again and again, his hips jerking slightly with each shot. His eyes were only partly open, and on his face was a dazed expression of rapture. When he was finally done, he had cum running over his hand and dripping from his fingers.

His display was terribly exciting and I stroked my clit rapidly as I watched it. John continued to pull on his cock, squeezing out the last of his cum. My eyes were drawn to the puddles of cum on the rug in front of him and then to the drop of cum that dripped unexpectedly from his knuckles. It was too much for me.

"Unnnggghhh!!!" I groaned as another orgasm took me. It was the best one yet and the ecstasy was almost more than I could bear. "Ohhh Gawwwd!!!" I cried out helplessly. When it was over I rolled onto my back, spread my legs, and continued to masturbate steadily. In seconds I came yet again, not as strongly, but still very nicely.

Finally I felt relaxed, content, and drained. I didn't dare to move, or speak, or even look. After a minute or two, or maybe more, I glanced toward the door. John was not there. I feel disappointed, but I know in my heart that it was best that way. I pulled a sheet lightly over me and sleep finally took me. 



Watched



It was, you told me, the final straw. The moment when you knew that things would never be the same again. It was late at night when you called me to tell me that you had made that life-changing discovery. The discovery that, despite all your husband's protestations that he was too 'busy' or 'tired' to pay attention to your needs, he was actually having an affair with a woman he worked with.

There were tears streaming down your cheeks when you first told me. Despite your making every effort to get him to be more intimate, have more sex, be more adventurous, your husband simply wasn't interested. So you had endured. For years you had remained faithful, satisfying yourself with masturbation, fuelled by erotic literature and tantalising, teasing conversations online with friends; friends like me. But now, you were angry. And that was how the plan began to form.

If he could have an affair, you thought, so could you. But no, it had to be more than that. He had to pay for all the times he had turned you down because he had just come home after being with HER! So once you had stopped crying and the bitter anger turned to the need for revenge, we started to concoct the plan.

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The timing was essential. To make sure we got it right, I was in the hotel lobby when you walked in with your husband. You had booked the hotel suite after convincing him that the two of you needed a second honeymoon to re-ignite the desire in your marriage. Faced with that or a divorce, he agreed. 

The first time I laid eyes on you in real life was when I watched the two of you check in. You wore an elegant dark blue dress, low cut in front, showing off your ample cleavage to best effect. Below the hemline sheer black seamed stockings accentuated the curves of your legs. When you walked right past me on the way to the lifts, I was reading a newspaper and completely ignored you both. I looked at my watch and noted the time.

Fifteen minutes later, my phone buzzed as the expected text message arrived. It said simply "442". I got up, folded the paper and dropped it on the coffee table then walked deliberately to the lift. Seconds later I was on the fourth floor and knocking at the door of room 442.

When the door opened and I saw you smiling at me, my heart skipped a beat. Without a word, you stepped aside to let me in, then leaned forward to kiss me briefly on the lips.

"What the hell...?"

The words came from your husband, who was now, as per the plan, sitting naked in the wooden chair at the desk, but turned to face the bed. I looked past you and saw him start to struggle against the handcuffs that held him securely to the chair.

"What the hell's going on? he demanded.

"You hurt me with your affair," you said, walking over to him, "but now it's my turn. Steve and I have been talking about getting together for months, but your little affair made me realise I didn't have to put up with it, that I could get some pleasure too. And you, my dear, are going to watch me being pleasured."

The look on his face was a mixture of sadness and guilt towards you, and anger towards me. His face was red, his eyes bulged and he strained against his bonds trying to get up. 

"Please honey, don't do this," he pleaded. But even as he spoke, you had turned towards me and, taking my head in your hands, had pressed your lips against mine.

The kiss was soft as a butterfly's wing at first, our lips barely touching, but then I pressed forward and your lips yielded and opened slightly. It was the perfect first kiss. Our lips and tongues danced and played together in sensual bliss and time seemed suspended. After what felt like minutes, I realised that there was no sound coming from the chair. We both turned to look. He was watching us embrace, his eyes still wide open, his teeth clenched, but now his true feelings were betrayed by his penis which had started to stir and grow, and now lay semi-erect along his thigh.

To emphasise that you were mine, at least for now, I clutched you to me and grasped your buttocks, lifting your skirt to reveal the lacy tops of your stockings and the suspenders that held them up. The sharp, surprised intake of breath from the chair told me that your husband had no idea that you had dressed that way.

My hands stroked your bum, caressing you, parting your cheeks to give him a tantalising view of your lacy French knickers. Our lips were entwined again, for we were delighting in the erotic effects it produced. I could feel my cock stiffening as your ardour increased, as shown by your rapid breathing and the low moans that escape your lips. My right hand left your backside and moved between our bodies, finding your crotch. Your panties were already warm and moist.

I slipped a finger inside and found your labia, slightly parted and covered in your juices. Between your lips, I found your sodden canal and gathered up your juices on my finger, which found your stiff little bud. I rubbed the pad of my forefinger across it and delighted in your body twitching in response. I lifted my fingers to my nose and inhaled your scent. Your lips turned and I put my finger into your mouth and watched you lick my finger clean. 

But now your hands were busy, removing my belt and in seconds my trousers and underpants dropped to the floor, as did my shirt and I stood naked before you. To your husbands distress, you sank to your knees and took my rigid prick between your glossy red lips. With your lips and your hands, you manipulated my cock, stroking, sucking and licking me expertly. It wasn't long before I pulled you up, and while kissing you again, unbuttoned your dress and let it fall to the floor. I unclipped your bra and you shrugged it off your shoulders.

I looked over at the man held captive in his chair at the foot of the bed just a few feet from us. He was still watching us, his cock at rigid attention. I knew from his fidgeting that he longed to touch it, stroke it, play with it; to relieve the tension that had built up in him. But we had no intention of allowing him that pleasure.

With slow, deliberate movements, I slid my fingers into the waistband of your panties, and with my head turned to watch our captive audience, eased them ever so slowly down your legs and helped you step out of them, leaving you wearing only your stockings and suspender belt.

Our arousal increasing to bursting point, we climbed onto the bed. I hadn't kissed you for at least a minute so I moved close to you on my knees and embraced your naked body with mine, our lips meeting again and wrestling playfully. Between your slightly parted thighs, my hardness pressed upwards, conveying my need. Feeling this contact, your hips began to sway, so that my cock slid along the lubricated canal between your labia and gently massaged your swollen nub.

The whimpering from the foot of the bed made us both look. His face was flushed and his muscles were taut as he clutched at the chair in frustration. The tip of his still-rigid pole glistened in the light from the bedside lamp. We both smiled in the knowledge that, if he was frustrated now, he was in for worse.

I lay you down gently across the bed and, propped on my extended arms, I leaned over you, kissing your chin, your neck and your collar bone. Withdrawing slowly, my kisses moved down your chest, between your breasts, diverting to grasp a nipple between my lips and suck it into my mouth. It hardened as my tongue rolled over it and played with it, tasting it, feeling it's texture. My kisses continued on downwards, and just as I reached your mons, I heard you whimper while our captive growled. Not bothering to acknowledge him any more, I lingered over your shaven pubis, teasing you until finally reaching your swollen lips, already slightly parted. 

Your legs were splayed wide as my tongue plunged towards your hole and you gasped. Pressing myself into you, I lapped up your juices as if your cunny were a melting ice cream cone coated in honey. As my tongue reached your clitoris, you moaned long and deep and I felt your bum clench and your hips rose up to meet me. Focussing on your bud now, my tongue played it like a musical instrument. Guided by your moans of pleasure, I repeated those little flicks that caused you to pant and moan loudest and it wasn't long before your body spasmed. I looked up to see your head arched back, your mouth wide open in a silent scream of delightful release. 

As your peak subsided, you looked down at me and grasped my head in your hands, pulling me gently up your body until your hungry mouth met mine yet again. My cock was now at your entrance and you shuffled your hips, raised your legs and dug your heels into my buttocks, driving me forward and forcing me deep inside you.

After the weeks of planning and teasing, the pent-up desire and passionate need for each other culminated in this moment of frantic, urgent, desperate fucking. We were both so intensely aroused that our orgasms were close and this time your scream was not silent as I drove hard and fast into your accepting hole. Your shudder of release triggered my own and we stared into each other's eyes as we came together.

We lay spent, our breathing deep and fast, your body curled into mine.

"Please," came the plea from the chair.

"Not yet," you replied coldly, moving over me to take my softening member into your mouth again, sucking it clean of our mingled juices. He whimpered but said nothing. 

When you had finished I got up and dressed as we had agreed, while you lay naked on the bed watching me. Fully dressed, I leaned over to give you one last lingering kiss on your succulent lips, then turned to leave. As I opened the door, I heard the tinkle of the keys to the handcuffs, and smiled. I knew that it was now his turn to do his duty.



Watched!



I sat on the bed, the pink, rubber dick slowly working in and out of my pussy. At 29, my pussy and I were very intimate friends. This time it was different. I was lying across the bed on my back. My knees were bent and my legs were parted. I felt the head of the fake dick as it pushed its way past my swollen pussy lips. He sat across from me staring. I had played with my pussy many times but never with someone watching me as intently as he was. Sam was 20yrs my senior. I had contacted him after reading one of his erotic stories. After many weeks of emailing back and forth, we had agreed to meet for a mutual masturbation session. I had stressed that being married, there was no possibility of us having sex and he had promised not to try to fuck me. For some strange reason, I believed him. Just as he had described in his story, I was fucking my pussy with just the head of the dick. I looked over at him. He didn't talk to me, just sat with his pants open, his hard black dick in his hand, slowly pumping it. Knowing he was watching so intently made this whole scene so much more erotic. Circumcised, as he was, I watched as the swollen head of his dick, so fat that it shown in the dim light from my bedroom lamp pulsed and his clear pre-cum oozed from the tip. When he lifted his hand and I saw his pink tongue snake out and lick it I came. This was so nasty, and yet I wanted more.

I slowly worked more of the rubber dick inside my heated cunt. "Slowly Giggett, do it very slowly. Feel every bump and stubble as you work it into your pussy." I nodded my head. My throat was so dry from breathing thru my mouth that I was afraid to speak. The dildo I was using was shaped and designed exactly like a dick with bulging veins along its length. I felt the abundant amount of cum that was coating the shaft. Never before could I remember ever being so wet. And I never knew it could get so thick. I pulled it from my pussy and looked at it. The entire dick was covered with my own thick cum. the scent from my boiling cunt filled the room. I had already cum numerous times but they were all tiny spasms. I looked over at him. He stroked his dick slowly. Taking time to lick his pre-cum from his fingers occasionally. His eyes bore into mine. Somehow, having him watch me made everything more intense. I took the rubber dick and he watched me as I brought it to my lips. I was no stranger to the taste of my own cum. I had gone down on my husband many times after he had fucked me. But this was so different. I was being watched. He didn't seem like an old man lustfully leering at some young girl. It was more like he was examining my technique for flaws. I licked my tongue out and touched the shaft. The bittersweet taste was different than I was used to. Could he even make cum taste different? He watched as I licked the tool from base to tip. My mouth was full of the thick juice. I swallowed hard and was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to show him how well I could suck a dick. I moaned as I began to lick it in earnest. It had turned into a real dick for me. I licked it and worked the tip in my mouth. Twisting and turning my head as I sucked it hard I came just as the fullness of it in my throat made me gag.

Sam smiled at me but still said nothing. I slipped the dildo back into my pussy. I worked it slowly wanting it coated again. This time I took it out and let the tip trace the dark circles of my tits. I repeated the process again and again until both tits were glistening in the light. I felt like a wanton bitch. I slowly fucked myself, moaning as I worked the dildo deeper and deeper in my cunt. When it felt like I was going to cum, I pulled it out and held it up for him to see. Again it was covered with my thick cum. This time, Sam stood up and approached the bed. I watched as he came closer. His big black snake slowly bobbing as it pulsed before me. I was afraid he had forgotten his promise and was going to fuck me. Instead, placing his hands on either side of me, he bent his head and captured the dick in his mouth. His lips closed over the head and with his beard and mustache being so heavy, it appeared as if the dick had disappeared into a hairy cunt. Slowly he worked his head up and down the shaft. I could almost feel his rough tongue as he licked along the sides. Then he lifted his head and smiled at me. I looked down between my tits as he bent his head further. Oh God, he was going to lick my pussy. I felt his hot breath as he blew on it. I shivered. Then I felt his tongue. He didn't go right to my slit, as I would have though. Instead he licked along the outside of my swollen lips. I felt his tongue licking the crease between my lips and thigh. He wasn't in a hurry. Ever slowly he licked first one side, then the other. I lay there shaking, every fiber of my being wanted to grab his head and shove his mouth to my aching cunt. But this was his show and I would let him do as he pleased.

His tongue went to the inside of my lips. Starting at the very bottom, so close to my asshole that I thought he would lick it, he began to dart his tongue back and forth. He would touch one side of my cunt then the other side. Back and forth he went as his tongue eased higher and higher. He was taking so long to get up near my clit that I wondered how big my pussy had become. After what seemed like forever, his tongue darted into my open hole. I felt my body arch off the bed. It was as if he had stuck naked electrical wires inside my cunt. I felt the rush as I came. My mind screamed, please oh please don't move your tongue, but he didn't stay. My hands reached down and grabbed his head. I tried to maneuver his mouth back to my hole but he pushed my hands away and continued his slow, agonizing tongue march to the top of my cunt. My hands went to my tits and I remember pulling and twisting the nipples savagely. Never had a man gotten me like this before. I knew I would scream before his tongue found my clit. I didn't know what would happen to my mind when he finally did lick it. I found my voice. But the words that left my mouth were the words of someone else. Surely I would never say the things to him that I heard. "Please! Oh Please! Lick my clit. Suck it into your mouth and make me cum. Please let me cum." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was begging a stranger to eat me. Like a whore in heat, I was pleading with a man to satisfy my lust. I looked at him thru lidded eyes. My fingernails were digging into his scalp but he didn't complain.

Sam lifted his head and smiled at me. His mouth was covered with the juice from my cunt. It stuck to his beard and coated his mustache. "Soon Giggett. I told you good sex is never rushed." Saying that, he bent back down. This time, his tongue did find my clit. I grabbed the pillow and pulled it over my head. The scream of pleasure I let out would have surely brought the police running. I had always thought that, women ejaculating cum like a man, was a myth. But I felt cum shoot from my cunt. I felt myself lifted from the bed, suspended in the air, then crashed back down with the force of a body slam. I couldn't breath, I couldn't scream, I could only lie there and try to breath. Sam never stopped sucking cum from my throbbing pussy. When I stopped shaking, he stood up. My hair was wild from my pulling at it. My scalp tingled where I had pulled my hair. My nipples throbbed and ached. They were red from the abuse I had inflicted on them. Sam grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He put my legs up on his shoulders. I knew what he was going to do. "Sam! You promised," I said weakly. Even as I protested, my pussy screamed for him. "Sssccchhhh!" he said, as I felt his tip touch my pussy lips. The head lodged between them and I could feel it throbbing. Slowly he pushed it in. I moaned as I felt my lips being forced open by the big head. He just held it there. I felt it pulse and I wiggled my ass to work it in deeper. But he held it right there. Then ever so slowly he moved it. He never really penetrated me. Just kept up the steady movement against my pussy lips. I licked my lips, moaning for it. "Sam, forget your promise. Shove that dick up my cunt. Fuck me till I faint."

My words scared me so. Never had I been unfaithful to my husband. And here I was begging this man, who was almost twice my age, to fuck me like a common whore. He smiled down at me and his smile somehow said he understood my need. I felt him push a bit harder and the head slipped in. My lips closed over the head and my muscles pulled on it. I was trying to suck his dick inside my cunt, the same way I had sucked that rubber dick inside my mouth. I felt myself bucking against it. I needed to be filled and yet he made me wait. Slowly he worked it deeper. I wondered if any other man would have been so patient. There was no rush in his actions. He was totally in control and we both knew it. I felt his fingertip as he reached underneath me. It was brushing against my asshole. I had been fucked in my ass only twice. Both times drunk and both times it hurt like hell. I looked into his eyes. He never spoke but his eyes asked my permission. Somehow, it seemed right. I nodded my head 'yes'. "Oh sweet... IEEEEE! I'm cumming!" I screamed as his finger steadily pushed in until it was buried deep in my ass. I couldn't remember ever cumming this many times. I didn't know how much more I could take. His finger eased out against my protest to leave it in. then he started thrusting into my pussy. I felt every inch of his throbbing dick as he fucked me deep and slow. I could feel it pulse and stretch as he filled my hungry hole. I pulled my hair, I tortured my tits, begging and pleading for more. Then I came. Oh how I came. I cried, I whimpered, anything he would have asked of me, I would have given. My husband forgotten, my marriage a distant memory, all my essence was in that one final orgasm. Surely I would die and this would be the thought that lived on in my soul. I felt his cock as it swelled. My pussy stretched to accommodate the increase and then he came too. Even with my eyes closed tight, I felt his hot cum splash the walls of my cunt.

His dick still throbbed in me. I opened my eyes but found him standing too far back to have his dick inside my cunt. Sam had his eyes closed and was stroking his fat black shaft hard and fast. His dick had never entered me. It had been my dildo all along. He had kept his promise not to fuck me after all. I had to reward his efforts. I reached up and my hand circled his dick. Sam opened his eyes and smiling, took his own hand off. His dick was coated with the pre-cum that had dripped from the tip. My white hand circling his black shaft looked strange. But I slowly worked it back and forth, forth and back. "Cum for me Sam. Splash that hot cum all over these titties." He looked down at how I had his cock pointed. "Oh Giggett," he moaned. Then I felt him stiffen. His cock swelled in my hand and I squeezed hard. The first splash was humongous. It splattered between my tits and I rubbed it all over my twin mounds. The next shot splattered on my stomach and the next until it was just dribbling from the tip. I let go and Sam fell back in the chair. He smiled at me. "You thought I didn't keep my promise? I always keep my promise. You're a married woman. And I won't let your desire for satisfaction or your lust take that away from you. Now I think we have had our fun. Let's wash up and we can each go our separate ways till another time." With that, we took turns washing up in the hotel bathroom. I wouldn't have mined if Sam had come into the shower with me, but he didn't. Oh well, maybe next time. And I was sure that there would be a next time.

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Watched



His hand pressed against my thigh gently, kneading palm to fingertip and back again as he slipped it slowly up underneath my tiny skirt. I'd worn it for him, black - he'd been specific on that point - and the nearly half-unbuttoned men's shirt I wore on top concealed nothing of my peaked nipples and moistened breasts.

He'd left the air conditioner off - citing some EPA song and dance, saving the planet, but I knew it was just to see me sweat. To see a pearl of moisture dance down the line of my neck, pool in my cleavage. Give him something to watch. He'd never done anything without a plan. 

His hand grew bolder, finding the soft junction of my thigh and then covering my mound, thumbing the soft, bare skin with his roughened skin. As I shivered, he dipped his index finger into me, swirling the warm liquid around my bud, causing a moan to throw itself from my lips, my head back as he began to pinch and roll my clit between his thumb and index finger. 

Suddenly, the car stopped. The road, unfamiliar to me, seemed a bit deserted, but there were still passing cars. It didn't seem the place for a secret rendezvous. But he was anything but secret. Soon the pinching grew harder, his nails digging into my clit until I was no longer moaning - he pulled, grabbed, tormented - I spilled wetly onto my skirt and the leather seat beneath it as I began to plead for a rest.

His hands escaped my skirt as he eased from the car, and then encircled my wrists, flesh and bone shackles as he tugged me from the passenger side. My heart pounded as I felt my sticky sweet wetness against my wrist's pulse. I could smell my heat, my arousal. I moaned.

He asked me if I liked that. I nodded, biting my lip. One hand switch from the wrists to swiftly crack against my ass, a stinging slap that made me gush. I moaned again, longer, as he took me to the back of the car, and pushed me up against the hatchback. His SUV had never looked sexier than it did with me up close, nose against the metallic red paint.

Swatting my nearly bared ass again and again, he asked me if I would be a good girl while he got something for me. I whimpered, my reddened cheeks smarting, and he dropped his flattened palm to get something beneath my feet. I felt the rubber sting against my hot flesh, the metal hook grazing my tender skin. A bungie cord.

Wrapping it twice around my wrist, he proceeded to hook me to the car with some sort of attachment, and spreading my arms, he did the same with my other wrist. I was facing the car, nearly spread eagle, my breasts compressed against the glass and heaving. He chuckled, and pulled my ass up into a more accessible position.

I heard a zipper, then a squirt. Then a little more. My skirt lifted as if by a breeze. Cool gel hit my warm ass cheeks and slid into my crack, and then a finger. I yelped, my virgin ass unprepared for the invasion. Another chuckle and he withdrew, only to come back with two fingers, covered in the cool gel. I moaned, the pain outweighing the pleasure. I plead with him, turn me around, fuck my cunt. I'm not ready for this.

He smiled, I could hear it in his voice. He asked me if I was sure. Suddenly, I was aware of something. Heavy breathing. Something that wasn't caused by him or myself. It seemed in chorus, many breaths. Excited. I whispered, asking, are there people here? He rubbed one hand down my face, and then lower, plunging it deep into my cunt.

He asked me what I thought. And laughed. And then asked, was it really worth it to turn around? To have people see me as I was fucked? I thought about it, turning red. No, it wasn't. I bit my lip and murmured a plea for Sir to fuck my ass. He pulled up my skirt and began caressing it, pushing his fingers in and out as he fingered my clit. Pretty soon I was wetter than before, waiting, wanting to come. And he plunged balls deep.

It was hard, fast and delicious - I came quickly as he pushed in and out of my ass, thrusting so hard my nose crushed into the car's window glass with each move. As he came I felt the deep gush of cum pool inside me and I came again, screaming. The heavy breathing of the watchers behind me stopped.

He pulled out, panting, and uncoiled my wrists, pulling me down for a caress. He turned me around, covering my breasts which were exposed by the movement with his body. He told me to look at our audience, take a bow. I was still high, still so full of him, that I listened. And turned to see a fence where cows had lined up, watching. He laughed heartily.

And promised the next watchers would be human.



Watched



The streets were empty, the lawns perfectly manicured and after living in the city for so long the quiet suburb seemed blissfully peaceful. It was such a novelty to be able to drive more that fifty yards without having to stop at a traffic light or swerve to avoid hitting an oblivious pedestrian or an idiot on a bicycle. 

Michael pulled into the driveway and rolled up the window. The summer day was blisteringly hot and the back of his t-shirt was soaked through with sweat. He climbed out of the van and shut the door behind him. The barest of breezes cooled the sweat on his arms and face and carried the homely scent of freshly cut grass.

As he gazed up at his new home, a modest two story house with a quaint little front porch and shuttered windows, he recalled how his city friends had protested the move. However, once he had showed them around the place they had been falling over themselves to visit, it seemed that he would not have a free weekend for the rest of the year.

He walked to the back of the van and popped open the doors. The last few boxes of stuff from his tiny old apartment were piled in the back, mostly a jumble of worthless bits and pieces that he would probably end up throwing out anyway. He hefted one of the boxes, propping it on one hip and headed across the lawn while awkwardly trying to remove the house keys from his jeans pocket.

"Afternoon Neighbour" came a voice, and Michael looked up to see a man standing at the low picket fence that separated his property from next door.

The man looked to be in his forties. Handsome in a school teacher sort of way and immaculately dressed in pressed slacks, a smart white shirt and a thin woolen cardigan. Despite the unsuitableness of his attire and the soaring temperature, not a drop of sweat beaded his brow.

"Hello." Michael replied, abandoning his search for his keys and instead extending his hand to his new neighbour. The man introduced himself as Mister Sanders, his tone was formal but friendly, his handshake firm.

"Welcome." Mr Sanders said. "I'm sorry we've not spoken to you previously but we've only just returned from vacation."

"Oh thats quite alright." Michael replied marveling at the fact that not a single hair on the mans neatly combed hair was out of place. Thick and straight it looked a shade or two too dark to be natural.

"Its a pleasure to meet you."

"Much left to move in?" Sanders asked, nodding towards the van.

"Nah. Last few boxes. And still barely enough stuff to even begin filling up this place."

"Oh?" Sanders said. 

"All this junk seemed a lot when I lived in three rooms."

Sanders face seemed to narrow with disapproval. "You've moved from the city I take it?" 

"Correct." Michael replied, getting sweatier by the second with the weight of the box under his arm.

"You'll find we have a much quieter way of life out here."

Michael nodded, shifting the box to the other hip. "I hope so." He said

A door slammed somewhere on Mr Sanders property. He glanced over to the house and without looking at Michael said. "We'll give you a hand with those boxes."

"No, no thats fine," Michael said, "I'll manage"

"Not at all." Sanders said flatly. "Thomas!" he shouted. "THOMAS!"

A young man appeared from the rear yard of the house. Michael guessed that he was Sanders son, probably seventeen or eighteen years old. With unkempt brown hair and an oversized t-shirt and jeans he carried himself in the manner of a boy who had not quite grown into his body.

Glancing only briefly at Michael he shambled over to his father. "Sir?" he said, peering at the older man through a curtain of tangled hair.

"Tom this is our new neighbour ..."

"Michael."

"Michael." Sanders repeated, rolling the name on his tongue as if it were a bitter pill. "You can give him a hand carrying some boxes into the house."

"Oh no, really," Michael said, "thats not necessary."

"I insist." Sanders replied, in a tone that suggested that resistance was futile.

Michael nodded, duly defeated. "Okay." He said, "just grab a box out of the van and I'll get the front door open."

He crossed the yard and mounted the front steps, relieved to be out of the chilly vicinity of his distinctly odd neighbour. He fumbled the keys out of his pocket and opened the front door before crossing the threshold to deposit the box at the bottom of the stairs. He lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and used it to dab the sweat from his brow, he was beginning to smell less than fresh. 

Thomas appeared in the doorway, hovering as if wary of entering. 

"Come on in, Thomas." Michael said. "Or is it Tom."

The boy smiled at him shyly. "Tom is good."

"Well thanks Tom." Michael said, continuing to mop his glowing face. "Just dump that box down here and I'll let you get back home."

"Can't." Tom said, rolling his eyes. "Father will be watching and won't be happy until I've helped you get all the boxes in."

Michael made a little grimace of sympathy. "Yikes." He said. "Well at least there are only a couple more boxes. Lets get on with it'

He followed Tom out onto the lawn, expecting to see Sanders still hovering by the fence. However, the man was nowhere to be seen.

"Looks like you're off the hook buddy." Michael said.

Tom shook his head in reply and nodded on the subtly to the large groundfloor window that overlooked the yard. The curtains were drawn but held open by just a chink, a pale face was just distinguishable behind the glass. Creepy, Michael thought.

They each took a box from the van and Michael closed the doors with a bump of his hips. He followed Tom back into the house.

"Carry that on through to the kitchen." He said, assuming that layout of rooms was similar in his own home. 

They placed the boxes on the empty countertop."Thanks for that Tom." Michael said. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Beer?" Tom replied, his blue eyes bright with hope.

"Of course." Michael replied, opening the fridge and grabbing a can of root beer for each of them.

The boy rolled his eyes and sighed, but politely took the can and popped the tab.

Standing in awkward silence for a minute or two sipping their drinks Tom glanced to the floor behind Michael and said. "Cool pictures."

Michael followed his gaze. "Oh yeah." He said. "Thats the beach near where my parents come from in England."

"England?"

"Yeah, a place called Cornwall."

The boy crossed to where the series of framed beach photographs sat stacked against the cupboards on the tiled floor. He crouched down to look through them exposing the smooth pale skin at the bottom of his back and the white band of his underwear.

"You took these?" he said.

"Yeah," Michael replied "I'm a photographer."

"Cool." Tom replied, a man of many words like his father. He stood again and the awkward silence retuned with a vengeance. He downed the last of his root beer.

"Anyway Tom." Michael said. "Thanks again for your help. But I really need to jump in the shower before I start attracting flies."

Tom laughed, pushing the hair away from his face with a sweep of his hand. He was a good looking kid beneath that tangled mop.

"Sure." He said, and then in a chillingly accurate impression of his father. "Nice to meet you neighbour."

It was Michaels turn to laugh. "You too." He said. "Neighbour"

After the boy had left, Michael located a clean towel in one of the boxes stacked in the lounge and went upstairs to the small ensuite bathroom. He stripped off his sneakers, sodden t-shirt, jeans and underwear and climbed into the shower. He let the water run cold for a few minutes until his skin tingled and then gradually increased it to a warm soothing temperature. He squirted some mint scented shower gel onto his hands and began to scrub what felt like an inch of grime from his skin.

As he washed he thought of his new neighbours, Tom and Mr Sanders. The kid reminded him of himself at that age, and even though there was probably less than ten years age difference between them they seemed like worlds apart. Michael's own father had been a taciturn man and a strict disciplinarian, but with considerably less of the Stepford Husbands vibe that Mr Sanders radiated.

As his mind wondered he recalled the moment in the kitchen when Tom and bent down to look at the landscape shots, how the waistband of his underwear had been exposed. Michael was surprised to find that his cock had grown hard at the thought. Lazily he stroked at his erection, lathering it up with the slick shower gel. He laughed to himself, thinking he really must be getting old of he was lusting after the neighbours teenage son. His friends would think it was hilarious. One day away from the plentitudes of cock that the city provided and ready to bang the first cute guy that crossed his path. 

Nevertheless Michael was not the sort to withhold on a spot of fantasy. He imagined lifting Toms t-shirt over his head, pressing him back against the countertop, kissing him powerfully on his mouth, the flavour of root beer on his tongue. 

As his imaginings progressed Michael's hand moved faster and faster on his throbbing cock. His other hand moved between the mounds of his buttocks, fingers caressing his soapy asshole, pressing tentatively into the tight crevice. He came in a sudden and powerful orgasm, great spurts of semen splattering the shower door before being almost immediately washed away by powerful streams of hot water. 

After a few moments to compose himself Michael stepped out of the shower and went into the master bedroom toweling his hair dry as he went. The shutters over the huge window were open and bright summer sunshine poured into the room. The window overlooked the Sanders property and as he stood there, naked as a baby, he saw the curtains of the adjacent window twitching. 

Sanders, he thought and immediately wrapped the towel around his waist. He crossed the room with the intention of closing the shutters but stopped halfway. Why the hell should he worry about the weirdo next door? He had every right to be naked in his own home and he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. His body was broad and toned, not as a result of regular visits to the gym but by the grace of good genes and an active lifestyle. He also had, as an ex-boyfriend had said when describing his cock, more meat than most.

Michael whipped the towel from around his waist and stood in full view of the window, pretending to be unaware of the voyeur and simply enjoying the view of the yard and the kiss of the sun. 

+++

Michael's companion belched daintily with a hand held over his mouth. 

"Sorry about that." Jack said, "too many hoer-d'eurves."

Michael smiled and laid a hand on Jack's knee. He would have guessed that it was more to do with the copious amounts of Guinness that they had consumed but wasn't going to argue. He was simply grateful that neither of them had thrown up in the cab yet. 

Michael was retuning from a farewell party at his favourite Irish bar that was situated on the same block as his old apartment. Jack was an old client, an interior designer for whom Michael had done a magazine shoot, something to do with celebrity boudoir's. He had been in Seamas O'Donells quite by coincidence and had quickly been absorbed into the festivities. He was slim and dark haired, always dressed to perfection and delightfully nutty. Michael had asked him out at the the time of the shoot but had been rebuffed because Jack was engaged. Apparently Jack's fiancee had since retreated back into the closet and was, as Jack put it, guilt-fucking a girl that his parents approved of.

The taxi pulled up outside the house and Michael paid the extortionately expensive fare, definitely a major draw back of living in the suburbs. 

Despite the lateness of the hour the temperature was still high enough to slow cook an egg on the sidewalk. Michael's palms were clammy as he took a giggling Jack by the hand and led him across the lawn and into the house.

When Michael flicked on the hall light Jack gasped as if he'd seen a headless corpse slumped at the foot of the stairs. His hands flew dramatically to his face and he peered out between the gaps in his fingers.

"What is it?" Michael said.

"Its just so awful." Jack whispered, sounding uncannily like the kid from The Sixth Sense.

"What?"

"The bare walls." He said. "That awful green carpet on the stairs. And, my God, a dado rail!"

Michael laughed. "Give me a break, I only moved in a week ago!"

Jack shuddered. "The whole think makes me feel nauseous."

"Nah, that'll be the hoer-d'eurves. Anyway, you should see the bedroom, the decor in there is astounding."

"Michael!" Jack exclaimed, slapping him on the shoulder. "Are you not even going to offer me a drink first?"

"I think you've had enough. Now its time to give me that farewell present you promised"

"Men." Jack muttered, but did not resist as Michael led him upstairs.

They did not have the opportunity to enjoy the bedroom decor - a wall hanging from India that Michael had nailed above the bed - for as soon as the door shut behind them Jack had leapt on Michael like a sex starved fiend.

In what seemed like a matter of seconds, Michael was naked, backed up against the bedroom door while a fully clothed Jack dropped to his knee's. He sucked voraciously at Michael's cock, teasing it into a thick quivering erection. His tongue was warm and nimble, dancing along the shaft, the bulbous end and probing at the salty juices that dribbled from the tip. Michael groaned, resting his hands on the top of Jacks head and rocking his hips gently backwards and fowards.

"Jiow di li yim perset?" Jack said, the words lost around a mouthful of cock.

"What?" Michael gasped, as Jack gently cupped his balls and stroked them with his thumb.

He disengaged from Michael's cock. "I said - how do you like your present?"

Michael smiled down at him. He gripped him by his tie - Yves St Laurent apparently - and lifted him to his feet. "I don't know." He said, "I haven't unwrapped it yet."

A minute later Jack was naked too, reclining on the bed while Michael stood over him marveling at his cock, traced in silver by the pale moonlight. Jack was soccer player slim, toned and lithe, and probably as wide around the middle as Michael's thigh. But his cock, his cock was wonderfully disproportionate, long but as thick as a beer can.

"Wow." Michael said simply.

Jack was not one to feign modesty and he replied without shame. "I know right?"

Much to Michael's relief Jack demonstrated his preference by rolling onto his stomach and wiggling his pert, hairless bottom in an unimaginably provocative fashion. Michael crouched by the bedside and buried his face in the centre of those pert mounds. Jack pushed his hips back and cooed contentedly as Michael lapped his tongue along his crack. The tip of his tongue was drawn like a magnet to Jack's hot hole and he probed hungrily at it eliciting blissful shivers from his partner as he delved deeper and deeper. 

When it became apparent that his tongue would no longer suffice, Michael moistened his finger with spit and inserted it gently into Jack's ass. Jack hummed with pleasure, almost like a cats purr, and pushed back, swallowing Michael's finger to his knuckles. He rocked backwards and forwards and as Michael's felt his ring loosening he inserted another finger. 

Michael's cock was throbbing almost painfully and leaking a glistening pool of pre-cum on the polished wooden floor. In an impressive display of dexterity he opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet and removed a condom and tube of lube while continuing his finger fucking. Jack cried out in disappointment when Michael briefly withdrew his fingers, but the complaint died on his lips when he plunged back in with his gloved and lubed cock.

Michael held Jack by his slim hips, sliding his moist cock in and out of his ass in slow and teasing movements. Jack's face was buried in the sheets and he mumbled incoherently against the fabric. Just as Michael reached around to grasp Jack's mammoth cock in his hand a movement beyond the bedroom window caught his eye. A telltale twitch of the curtain across the yard, Sanders was at it again

Spurred on - and perhaps even a little turned on - at the thought of being watched, Michael began fucking harder and faster, He pounded Jack's hole mercilessly and much to his credit he took it like a man, positively growling with pleasure as Michael also pumped away on his cock.With a strangled cry Jack came, shooting a stream of cum across the bedclothes, looking like a pool of mercury in the moonlight. Michael was not far behind, the contracting of Jack's ass as he orgasmed was enough to bring forth his own and he filled the rubber with his hot seed. 

As they collapsed onto the bed into a sweaty heap Jack whispered, "Wow"

Michael smiled and kissed Jack's neck. "I know, right?"

+++

A few days after Jack's visit, Michael had come home to find find a pile of religious pamphlets in his letter box, a gift from Mr Sanders no doubt. More amused than angry he flicked through them as he entered the house, laughing at a particularly pertinent one called 'Pray the Gay Away.". He kept that one to show his friends and dropped the rest in the trash.

There were a million things that needed to be done around the house, walls to be stripped and doors to be painted, but Michael had just had the day from hell and wanted nothing more than to sit in the yard in the sunshine reading a novel and drinking some beers. 

He took a six-pack of beer from the fridge and put it in a cooler with some ice. He carried the cooler into the backyard, along with a paperback novel and his ipod and speakers. He stretched out in a sun lounger among the overlong grass of the lawn, popped a beer and selected a summer playlist on the ipod.

After dozing for about ten minutes Michael was woken from his snooze by a metallic snip-snip coming from nearby. Michael looked over to see Mr Sanders trimming away aggressively at a bush that grew along the edge of the fence that separated their two properties. The garden sheers he used could do with some oil. Tom appeared from the back door of the Sanders house a moment later dressed in his usual uniform of baggy shirt and jeans and carrying a handful of trash bags.

"Afternoon Mr Sanders." Michael called cheerfully. "Hi Tom."

Tom smiled and lifted his hand in greeting but the elder Sanders responded only with an icy glare.

Maybe it was the can of beer or just a rarely seen mischievous streak but suddenly Michael came over all silly. He flicked through his ipod and selected the new Kylie Minogue album - the campest thing in his library - and turned up the volume. He stood up from the sun lounger and stripped out of his t-shirt, using it to dab methodically at the damp fur of his chest and stomach, flexing his muscles just so. For a moment he considered removing his shorts too but thought that might be taking things a bit far.

After barely one track from Ms Minogue, Sanders threw down his sheers and stormed into the house slamming the door behind him. Tom grinned at Michael from across the yard and after gathering up the cuttings from the grass followed his father inside.

Feeling a tad guilty about his little performance, Michael decided it would be best to to retreat indoors. He tucked his t-shirt into his waistband, gathered up his things and headed inside. Returning the unopened beers to the fridge he headed upstairs to the bedroom and took off the rest of his clothes, intending to have a quick shower.

Michael nearly jumped out of his - naked - skin as he heard footsteps approaching from behind, along the landing leading to his room. He whirled around, expecting to see Mr Sanders with his rusty garden sheers determined that homicide would prevail where prayer had failed. Instead he found Tom standing in the doorway, a most peculiar look on his face.




Watched



"Tom!" Michael said, covering his cock and balls with his hands. "What the Hell?"

Toms eyes travelled over Michael's body, drinking him in from head to toe. Michael was surprised to feel his cock stiffen under the weight of that stare, he pressed down with his fingers.

"You left the back door open."

"Uh-huh." Michael said, fury and arousal duking it out in his head. "And a sign saying - Enter Ye All Strangers?"

Tom smiled and shook his head. He pushed the hair away from his eyes. Michael's cock grey stiffer still.

"Tom." Michael pleaded, "will you just give me a minute to get dressed? You're freaking me out here"

Michael laughed. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." He said, and nodded towards the window across the yard.

"You!" Michael said. "I thought it was your Dad."

Tom made a gagging face. "Gross!"

"I thought that was why he was giving me the could shoulder. Dropping religious garbage in my letter box."

"He thinks you're a fag." Tom said, not with a hint of malice but matter-of-factly. "Not because of this," he nodded to the window again. "But because you walk like a sissy."

"What?... I do not .."

"His words, not mine" Tom said, throwing his hands in the air.

It was at that moment that Michael noticed the prominent bulge in the young man's jeans. They were both hard.

Michael licked his dry lips. "So what now?"

Tom peeled off his t-shirt to reveal his creamy, smooth torso with a surprising mess of hair over his chest and stomach and a thin trail disappearing into his waistband.

"That guy." He said. "The one you had here the other night."

Michael nodded mutely.

"I want to do that."

"I... I..." Michael stuttered, shocked and unnerved at the level of his arousal at the thought and the effect this quiet young man had on him.

Before he could even formulate an argument they were kissing. 

The boy's technique was sloppy and uncoordinated, a problem more than made up for in sheer enthusiasm and passion. Tom simply reeked of sex, not the musky odour of sweat and cum after a night of fucking but the tang or repressed need, the saltiness of want. His tongue seemed independent of the rest of him, he was positively fucking Michael's mouth and Michael loved it.

He reached down and slid off the boys baggy jeans and his white boxer shorts. His cock sprung out, not the porn-star size of Jack's monster appendage but a thing of perfect proportion, smooth like a statue carved from marble.

With a shove that caught Michael by surprise, Tom pushed him back on the bed. He climbed on top of him straddling his chest and with supreme confidence thrust his beautiful cock into Michael's mouth. Michael swallowed with utmost pleasure, taking it all in until his nose was buried in the downy thatch of hair at the base. The stink of lust was even greater here, powerful and intoxicating. He slurped and sucked, milking potent tasting pre-cum from the tip. 

Michael groaned involuntarily as Tom removed that most delicious treat from his mouth. But he was in for a further surprise. After leaving a trail of tiny bites and kisses along his chest and abdomen Michael bypassed his throbbing cock and plunged his tongue deep into his sweating ass. Michael cried out, balling the sheets in his hands as the young man slurped and sucked noisily at his ass. He cried out yet louder as a questing finger pierced his hole hitting his prostate like a bullseye.

"You're good." Michael moaned. "Very fucking good."

Tom looked up at him from between his legs, continuing to plunge his finger in and out of his hole. "I've seen a lot of movies." He laughed. He nodded to the window. "And I've watched a pro at work."

Tom removed his finger from Michael's ass and made to put in his cock.

"Whoa whoa their Mister!" Michael said, "this is all backwards. I'm supposed to be the one deflowering the young neighbourhood boy, not the other way round."

Tom ran his finger through the stream of pre-cum gushing from Michael's cock. "I think you want to be fucked."

Michael started to argue, but the words died on his lips. The kid was right. He had fantasized about fucking him more than once since that day they had met, but this, this was much better.

"You got me there." Michael said, defeated. "But look in that drawer first."

Tom opened the drawer. "Condoms." Michael said, "and most importantly - lube. Its been a while since anyones gone where you're about to go."

As Michael would have expected of a teenager, Tom went for the box of luminescent coloured condoms that a friend had bought him as a joke during a trip to Amsterdam, they had sat unused in the drawer ever since. He needed a little guidance in putting it on but after a minute was looking down at his bright yellow cock with great pride.

"If you start making Lightsabre sound-effects the deal is off. You can go home and jerk one out."

Tom blushed, he was clearly seconds away from doing just that.

"Come on then Luke Skywalker." Michael said, lifting his legs in the air. "Use the force."

The boy grinned and with no needed of further guidance squeezed his exquisite cock into Michael's hole. Michael had not lied about how long it had been since he'd been fucked, but as Tom started pounding away he wondered why he had left it so long.

There was no sense of savoring the moment for Tom, driven by burning hormones and the selfishness of youth he thrust away at Michael like a jack-hammer. Michael was convinced that the boy would come soon, but when Tom started wanking his cock he realised that he wasn't far off either, in fact with the furious pounding of his prostate he was right on the brink.

With a gasp Michael threw back his head as a jet of cum exploded from his cock, splattering his chest and the side of his face. Almost immediately after, he felt a burst of warmth in the dark tunnel of his ass as Tom filled his rubber with hot cum.

The boy grinned down at him, breathless and beaming with pride. However, his gaze suddenly drifted to the window and his face filled with shock.

"What is it?" Michael said dreamily, still riding the tide of his orgasm.

"The window." Tom replied. "Someone is watching us."



Watched and Ravished



I had been on the road for a long time and figured that I needed to take a break. I saw a hotel at the next exit and pulled off the interstate. It was a small town but it had a place that I could rest my body from an all day drive. As I drove to the hotel I saw a pizza place and figured that I would order one from my room. Like I said before the town was very small and looked like nothing ever happen there so I felt very comfortable. I went to the desk and asked if they had a room, which they had only one and it was around the back. I got my key and went to my room. It was a small but quiet room with a full size bed that was calling my name. The room also had a nice big shower and I was betting that I could take about an hour in the shower to relax.

I decided to call the pizza place and order some pizza and then take me shower to relax. When I called the pizza place they said that it would take about 20 to 30 min to get the pizza delivered. I hung up the phone and decided to start my shower and get out in about 20 min. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it in the floor exposing my almost hairless chest. I then kicked my shoes of and sat down on the bed to take my socks off. I then stood up and faced the mirror, which was by the bathroom. I did not think anything about the curtain being open but when I seen it was I got a stir in my pants. In the back of my mind I was thinking what if somebody was watching me take my cloths off and it was making my cock hard just thinking about it. I looked at my self in mirror and unbuttoned my pants then unzipped them letting them slowly fall down to my ankles. As I was standing there with my pants down to my ankles and no shirt on I started to stroke my cock and since I don't wear under wear I was fully exposed. It was then that I thought that I seen somebody looking in my window. I reached down and pulled my pants up and went to the window to check but nobody was there. It scared me so that I shut the curtain and stripped my pants off and jumped into the shower. 

I was in the shower for about 15 min then I heard knocking on my door. I thought that I had more time but I had to get out and pay for the pizza. I grabbed a towel and put it around my waist. I was still a little bit wet and holding the towel with one hand. I open it to see the pizza guy holding my order. He was in his early thirties and about 5ft 9 and average body size. He told me the price for the pizza and I said hold on a few seconds and I would get the money. Now mind you the towel was very small and it did not cover very much. I was fighting try to keep it closed but it was not long enough to wrap around me so there was a gap. I turn my back to him and get my money and drop one side of the towel exposing my white bottom. I did not do it on purpose so I bent down to pick it up.

I could feel him looking at my ass and naked body. I was feeling a stir under the towel it was my cock getting hard. I heard him say something about me getting caught with my pants down. It did not dawn to me that he might have been talking about before my shower. I thought he was just making small talk and kidding around but I was not sure. He told me that I did not need to give him a tip since I had gave him so much of a show. I turned around and was going to hand him the money at the door but he was already in the room. Some how he closed the door with out me hearing it at all. I was getting worried and scared about this situation. He handed the pizza box to me and then I realized that he had a pistol in his hand pointing at me. 

Now here I am in a towel and nothing else so what am I going to do? I am 32 years old, 6 ft and around 200 pounds and plus I am looking at a gun. I told him that I would give him all the money that I had just don't hurt me. He looks at me and looks down at my towel. He can see my cock hanging out the side and he tells me to let go of the towel. I let go and it falls to the floor. He tells me to turn around and face the mirror like I was doing earlier. Play with that cock and get it hard like it was earlier. At that time I realized he was watching me earlier. I start to stroke myself and I was getting hard. I could see him on the side of me waving the gun at me tell me to get ready to pay for the pizza. 

After a few moments of watching my hard cock he tells me to get on my knees and turn toward him. I start to protest but he waves the gun at me and tells me that he would not think twice about killing me. So I do as I am told and there I am on my knees in front of him. He tells me to undo his pants and pull his cock out. I have never done anything like that before so I did it slow and unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. He shifted his legs and his pant fell down to his ankles. I grab the waistband of his briefs and pull them down over his cock, which sprang out at me hitting me in the face. He puts the gun to my head and tells me to stroke his cock. He was around 7 inches long and hard as a rock. Slowly I reach up and grab his cock. I begin to pump fast thinking that if I can make him cum it would all be over. He taps me on my head with the gun and tells me to slow down. 

I look up at him with real anger but I slow down and stroked him slowly. He let me continue for a several moments. Then he says to me," You are good. Nice touch. I was seriously considering letting you off with a hand job but then remembering the way you looked in the mirror earlier changes my mind. Besides you know, you have a lovely mouth. Nice full soft looking lips."

He tells me to suck his cock or he would blow my fucking brains out. He pushed the gun to my head and pressed my face towards his cock. He let me suck for a few minutes then took hold of my head and held it down onto his cock and began to fuck my mouth with pumping movements of his hips. He was making me gag and choke with every pump of his hips. He was getting faster and there was a salty taste in my mouth that I think it was precum so he was getting close to cumming. But then pushed me back and regained his composure.

He then tells me to get up on the bed and lay on my front side. So I turn to the bed and look around the room wanting to run but there was no place to go. I was on the bed face down and he was behind me getting on the bed. He parted my thighs with his knees and I could feel his cock laying in the crack of my ass. Then he took my wrists and held them at the small of my back, I heard a click and I was handcuffed. 

I could fee his cock at the entrance of my ass. It felt so HUGE against my tight anus I thought he would literally split me in two. I struggled helplessly against the restraints as panic began setting in. He began pushing hard against me, and the pain flashed through me as the big head of his cock penetrated my virgin ass. I screamed out loud in pain! I began begging him to take it out but he said that I had to pay for the food. My ass began spasming violently against his invading cock. The pain was so intense, unlike any I have ever felt! I begged, please, take it out, it hurts, it really hurts. You're too big! You'll really damage me! 

He just smiled and said, your ass feel so hot around my cock! I am going to fuck your beautiful hot sexy bottom with every inch of my cock and you're going to learn to take every inch of it up that hot tight virgin ass of yours. With that he began forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my ass sending unbelievable pain shivering through my body. I could feel his huge cock disappear inch by inch into my ass. He sank every inch of his thick cock into me tearing me apart. I felt like I was going to be split in two! I could feel him in the middle of my stomach as he impaled his huge cock mercilessly into my body, violating me and sodomizing me completely. I was stretched and filled to the limit. Please I am begging you. Please stop, it hurts so bad! He ignored my cries of pain and began gripped my hips hard and thrusted deeper into me. 

He began pulling out half way only to trust back deeper and harder in to my bowels. Pain ripped through me with each thrust as he fucked my ass without restraint. I could feel him hitting my insides deep within my belly. I cried helplessly with each thrust of his cock hoping my torment would end soon. He fucked my ass for what seemed like an eternity. The intense pain in my ass subsided to a throbbing burning pain but each thrust still caused sharp flashes of pain deep within me where the head of his cock was battering deep within my belly gaining entrance to recesses far within my body. After what seemed like an eternity he began jack hammering into my bowels causing me to scream out again in pain and I felt him beginning to cum. 

He unleashed what seemed like endless streams of cum deep within my defiled bowels. He gripped my arms hard as his body tensed in orgasm. I could feel his cum filling my bowels, spurt after spurt of his seed. When his orgasm finally subdued, he collapsed on top of me and whispered into my ears how great it was and how sexy hot and erotic my ass was. He slowly withdrew his cock from my tortured ass leaving me dilated hurt and exposed. He left me tied up and exposed there on the bed. He told me that was the best ass he ever had and would love to get it again. I was too hurt to respond. Then he said he had all my information and he would find me easy so not to say anything about this to anyone or I would get it worse. He handed me the keys to the handcuff and left.



Watched as I Masturbated



A feeling of guilt but unbelievable excitement at the same time! And it wouldn't be the last.

*

My new wife was asked to work the weekend as they were short staffed and she said OK as we were planning a getaway trip and that would give us a bit more spending.

It was about mid afternoon on the Saturday and I just felt horny. I through on one of our movies and started to watch. I was laying on our bed and had removed all my clothes. I had shaved my groin area and balls earlier that day as I love the smooth feeling and it enhances the feelings. I started to slowly tickle my balls and shaft as I watched the movie and I was getting hard and just enjoying the feeling. I was getting into it and was kind of in a dream state. I didn't want a quick release, I wanted to take it slow and enjoy every feeling.

I slowly moved my hand up and down my 6 1/2" shaft and my circumcised head was getting large and loved every light touch and tickle I would give it. I had my left arm kind of draped over my face and just really getting into it. I'm not sure if it was a sound or shadow but I glanced over at our bedroom window and noticed two girls standing there watching through the open window.

It was my step daughter 18 and her cousin 19. A feeling of shock hit me and I felt the adrenalin race through me. WHAT DO I DO? I was caught and it was by my stepdaughter and her cousin of all people. I didn't move at first and kept my arm over my face. I glimpsed again so they would not notice and they were still standing there. I was hard and leaning a bit on my left side and they had a complete a good view of my cock and me slowly playing with it. I was actually shocked but now instead of fear adrenalin passing though me I was getting excited. I was in all terms an exhibitionist at that moment and that really seemed to turn me on more. I still slowly stroked myself and found I was getting even harder than usual and the head of my cock was like a rock. I closed my eyes for a moment or two I knew I wanted to continue as the excitement really grew with in me.

I slowly shifted a little to my left giving them a better view of my cock and shaved balls and opened my legs more so they could have a better view. I continued to ever so slowly moving my hand up and down my shaft and with my left hand moved my arm from my face and slowly did little circles on the hard balls. I turned my head to the right an I could see them plain as day in the mirror on the dresser. I was now looking at them watching me. My God, what a turn on. They both just stood there with their eyes literally bugging out of their heads as they watched me masturbate. I noticed Cindy, the cousin had both hands down towards her crotch and could tell she was touching herself. I could not see if it was through her clothes or actually down her shorts but I wanted to cum right there and then. I watched them intently as I continued long and slow strokes. The head of my cock was so big and hard it was like it wasn't mine cause I swear I have never being this hard. As my right hand stroked my left hand continued to do small circles on my balls and the odd time slip down towards my ass and just rub my entire area. I was moaning by now and that made them stare harder if that was possible. I continued to watch them watch me and I kept watching Cindy with both hands moving faster. I could tell this by her arm and shoulder movements.

I had NO control over myself. It was like I was out of my body. I could here myself moaning very loudly and the feelings were just so incredible. I was so close to Cumming and tried to hold out a bit longer but no chance. I was there and I remember groining so loud and long and I actually raised my hips a bit and exploded. I do mean exploded. The 1st wave of cum actually hit my chest and the next 2 and 3 shots landed on my stomach. What an orgasm! I know I had closed my eyes for a moment and could not move but when I opened them and glanced in the mirror they were still watching. I lay there for a minute totally exhausted. Lorie my stepdaughter touched Cindy on the shoulder and they both slipped away. I just laid there not moving and just thinking what had happened.

It was totally incredible! I saw them a bit later coming into the house and felt so awkward. I didn't say a word and neither did they. Cindy said hello with a very large grin and a look in her eyes. I just said your mom should be home about 6. Want to go out for Chinese food. That would be awesome they both said. We never said anything as though everything was normal, but I knew it would never be "normal" after that.

This became a more of an ongoing thing and was actually reversed a few times. I'll share more in the next one!



Watched by My Son



I think my son often thought I was masturbating in the shower. Sometimes I was just so happy when I dried of and got clothed. Well after today my son would know what I got up to when in the shower as he started spying on me and I let him.

It was a Saturday morning and I was out at exercise class. My son knew when I came home I would be having a shower. So he worked fast to fix what he wanted fixed before I got home. He was then ready waiting for my return to watch me take a shower, thinking I didn't know about it.

"Hi Mom," He said never taking his eyes off me sweaty body.

"Hi Rick, I'm just going for a shower can you stick the kettle on for a cuppa?" I asked him.

"Sure mom, it will be ready when you come out the shower." He answered with a shrewd smile on his face.

I went to my bedroom and dropped my gym bag on the floor and kicked off my shoes. I then went to my bathroom and got undressed. He waited till I was I was in the shower and the turned it on closing my new see through curtain behind me. As the warm water poured over me I looked over where the door was and noticed it was no longer closed but now cracked open. I now knew my eighteen year old son had a full view of my body through the see shower curtain. I had just done a work out and was feeling horny. 

I don't know why I did it but I decided to let him watch me in the shower. I knew his raging hormones would be starting to kick in by now. I ran my hands over my body as the water cascaded down over me. I was so aroused by not only my workout but also by my son watching me. I turned around now facing him as I tilted my head back under the water to wet my long dark hair. My whole front was now exposed to Rick and I just knew he was taking it all in and probably jerking his cock off while watching me.

After wetting my hair I ran my hands over my 38dd boobs and cupping them in my hands before tweaking my nipples between my fingers and thumbs. I wanted to make sure I was giving him a good show even though he didn't know I knew he was watching me.

I then turned and faced the shower wall raising my ass up and cupping each cheek letting the soothing water wash over the crack of my ass as I performed the mundane task of showering while knowing my son was getting off watching me. There was no self-consciousness on my part knowing that I knew he was getting his jollies while watching his mom from only a few feet away.

I washed my face and hair then added conditioner to it. I poured some body wash on to my hand and began to lather up my soft silky skin. My body was now tight and firm from all my exercise classes. I lathered up my arms, legs and tummy before doing the same to my back and my tight ass. I then lingered washing my boobs knowing he was now loving it as he jerked that cock of his which made my pussy wet.

Rick watched as I as I washed my toned tummy in bigger and bigger circles with one hand as I did the same to my boobs in little circles teasing my nipples. The hand on my flat tummy began to move in lazy circles sometimes reaching all the way down to my hairless mound. I was now beginning to get off while knowing my son was getting off watching me.

Soon I was lathering up each boob with each hand rubbing my thumbs over my nipples. My nipples were now the hardest I can ever remind them being as my son stood there now just inside the bathroom door getting himself off while watching his mom do the same as the warm water continued to run down my body.

I now stepped back a little, putting one foot up on the side of the tub and moved the shower massage to lather up my pussy. I held my pussy lips open with the fingers of one hand while I rinsed the soap off. I then moved the shower head back and forth over just inches from my clit.

When it was all rinsed, I switched the shower head to the 'pulse' option and all but pressed it on my clit. I was just betting that this was almost giving my naughty son a heart attack when he saw me do this. He probably thought he was only going to see some hot water and mom action and here I was practically humping the shower head right in front of him through the clear shower curtain.

It was so exciting knowing my son was on the other side of the shower curtain watching me pleasuring myself when he thought I didn't know. Rick moved into the middle of the bathroom continuing to whack hard cock off as he watched me play with myself now only a foot away from me.

He watched my hips moving back and forth against the pulsing stream of water as I was getting closer and closer to cumming for my son. My free hand rubbed from one nipple to the other as I pinched and pulled at my aching nipples.

I was now secretly able to watch my son watch me in the full mirror on the wall beside the tub as he jerked off what I could see to be quite a large cock. It was now getting me so hot that I was right on the edge of orgasm. I came so hard that a moan escaped from my lips before I was able to stop it.

I pushed off the side of the tub and lent back on the shower wall with my legs parted as I squirted into the tub looking at my son in the mirror. As my orgasm subsided I watched in amazement as my son started cumming and spurt his cum onto the other side of the shower curtain until he was spent.

My son then wiped his cock on some toilet paper throwing it into the toilet and flushed it. I stood there watching him as he then pulled his trousers back up and walked out the bathroom door closing it behind him. I couldn't believe he was now letting me know he was there watching me as he got off.

It was the most erotic shower I have ever had. I got to see my son get off and he watched me get off. I was feeling so tingly all over, especially my clit. Now I couldn't wait for another shower encounter with my son.