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The Watcher

By: Julien



Cade lived alone on the first floor in an upscale apartment complex. He had no serious girlfriends, but he tried to date as much as he could. Unfortunately, he would go through long periods without having a serious relationship, and he would get bored and lonely. He would spend time with the guys, hanging out at a sports bar drinking beer. He liked the apartment complex he lived in and most of his neighbors, and he was especially intrigued by the resident apartment manager, Blondie.

He didn’t know her real name, but called her Blondie to himself because she wore shoulder-length blonde hair. He heard that she was a divorcee, and he had never seen any guys around her place, even though she was attractive enough. She was older than Cade, probably in her mid-30s, Cade had surmised. She was very quiet for an apartment manager, and seemed lonely to Cade. She frequently had an almost severe look to her pretty, feminine features. He had talked to her briefly when he moved in several months ago, but had not had a chance to talk with her since. She had been all business in her prim suit and perfectly styled blonde hair, and seemed to want to emphasize the rules and regulations of the complex. She had given him a disapproving look throughout the brief meeting, even though he had tried to be as friendly as possible. He had assured her that he wasn't planning any loud late-night parties.

Blondie lived alone across the narrow parking lot from Cade and didn’t seem to have much of a social life. Cade couldn’t figure out why, because she was attractive and successful looking, if a bit severe. She drove a relatively new silver BMW, wore expensive suits, and seemed to be very refined. He didn't know whether she had a job in addition to managing the apartments, but thought perhaps she came from money. Or maybe she worked from home. She was certainly always around the apartment complex. She never seemed to smile or laugh, but just quietly watch people. Cade noticed she seemed to watch people a lot. Her big brown eyes would seem to watch everything that took place in the apartment complex. Often, he would see her at her upstairs apartment window, at the parted curtains, looking out at him as he was coming and going.

She kind of creeped him out at times because she was always watching him, with her big brown eyes, almost spying on him. He would frequently look up as he got into his car in the parking lot, and catch her watching him. Nothing that went on at the apartment complex seemed to escape her notice. It didn’t help that her apartment was directly across the parking lot from his, and that she was on the second floor. She could literally look down from her balcony into his apartment, and could watch him as he came and went.

Her constant presence, or the threat of her presence, sometimes had him closing the blinds of his apartment when he was home, even when he wished he could leave them open for the natural light. He had several plants by his window that needed light, so he left the blinds open whenever he could. He wasn't sure if she could see through his windows during the day, but certainly at night he knew she could.

One day, as he casually looked up at her window when returning from taking his trash to the Dumpster, he noticed her standing at the parted curtains of her second story sliding glass doors. He could see that she had a large pair of high-powered binoculars pressed to her eyes, and she was sweeping the apartment complex to the north of where he was walking. He stared for a moment, incredulous. It was like she was a one-woman neighborhood watch, and she had nothing better to do than spy on the neighbors. Cade envisioned her keeping a notebook of people’s comings and goings, some sort of a strange journal, keeping tack of other people’s lives in her lonely existence. Knowing how careful she was about watching the complex, Cade figured the binoculars made sense. The more he thought about her, and her voyeurism, the more he wanted to get to know her better.

As time passed, and he saw her at the laundry or the pool, he would smile and nod politely, and she would nod back with a very slight hint of a smile. He felt that she was starting to melt a little toward him, and he was careful not to break any of the complex rules to keep on her good side.

One Friday night, Cade returned home from happy hour after work at a local bar. He was home relatively early for him, and as he pulled into his parking lot, he noticed Blondie at her window. Her lights were off, but he could see her curtains moving at the sliding glass door on her balcony, and caught the sight of the glint of glass and the blackness of binoculars peering out from the window. Unreal! he thought to himself. He kind of felt sorry for her and how lonely she must be.

He went into his apartment, turned on a few lights and kicked off his shoes and socks. It was a bit stuffy in the apartment, and he didn’t want to turn on the A/C, so he peeled off his shirt as well, noticing in a mirror that he still had a pretty good tan from the boating outing he had been on the previous weekend. He thought about putting shorts on but decided to leave on his faded blue jeans. He went to his sliding glass window that led out to the patio, and opened the blinds and slid open the slider. The cool night air flowed pleasantly into the room. The screen was gone from the slider, but the night was cool enough to keep away any bugs, so he left the window wide open.

Cade headed to the kitchen, flipped on the light and rummaged in the refrigerator. He pulled out a Corona and found a half-eaten bag of pretzels. He settled down in an easy chair in front of the TV with his feet up on an ottoman. Drinking the beer and eating pretzels he flipped back and forth between ESPN and a movie that he had seen before but liked. He watched TV for a while, feeling slightly buzzed from the beer. He had wished that Kim, a friend from work, had been around tonight, but she was at some family function. And he hadn’t met anyone at the bar that was interesting to talk to. So here he was, at home, on a Friday night with nothing much to do.

After the movie was over, he clicked through the channels, not finding anything of interest. He got up from his chair and went to the DVD and put in a porn video. It was a video he had watched many times before, and he fast-forwarded to a scene depicting a nubile teenager waking up in bed on a Saturday afternoon. Her parents call out to her that they are leaving for the day, and she proceeds to lay back in her bed in a skimpy t-shirt and panties, and begin to masturbate for the camera. She doesn’t realize it, but a yard worker spies her through the window and starts watching her pleasure herself. 

As Cade watched the video, he felt himself starting to get aroused. He reached down and squeezed his crotch through his jeans, feeling himself getting swollen. Not taking his eyes from the screen, Cade unbuttoned his jeans and felt the zipper give way as he pushed his hand down his pants. As he leaned back in the recliner, he could see down his bare, tanned chest to his flat belly and then to where his hand had disappeared into his jeans. He put his hands around his stiffening cock, feeling the warmth of his erection. He leaned back in the chair, arching his back and stretching his legs to give himself full access to his swollen member. On the TV screen, the girl was also leaning back on her bed against pillows, legs splayed, two of her fingers delicately rubbing her clit.

Suddenly, Cade remembered the open window, and Blondie. He always was careful to shut the blinds before putting on a porn video, but he had forgotten. He had no idea if she was still watching, but he felt his heart racing with the thought of her binoculars, and he felt his face flush. Quickly, he withdrew his hand and sat up on the chair, his eyes still watching the girl in the video plunge her delicate fingers in and out of her sex. He didn’t want to make an obvious run for the slider and blinds. Frozen, his face was flushed in embarrassment. If she had seen him, she would know for sure that by closing the blinds he was going to continue to masturbate. 

Instinctively, he reached for the remote and lowered the volume so that the teenager's cries of pleasure on the video wouldn’t be so loud through the open window. Casually, he left his right hand find his zipper and he slid it up as far as he could. He didn’t bother buttoning his jeans, figuring it would be too obvious. He sat there for a few moments, watching the video, sensing that he was being watched. His heart was racing and he felt embarrassed, and he just knew she was watching him.

He started wondering what she would be thinking if she had seen him with his hand down the front of his jeans, if she had seen the obvious bulge in his pants. He wondered if she would be disgusted, or if on the other hand, she would be turned on. That as a voyeur, she would find watching him exciting and compelling. The thought made his already hard cock pulsate against his jeans even more, despite his mortification.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He decided to do a little reconnaissance to find out if she had really been watching him or if he was imagining the whole thing. He wanted to catch her in the act, so he knew he would have to act casually. Nonchalantly, he rose from his chair and went back to the kitchen. In his mind, he tried to work out the angle from Blondie’s window. He knew she would be able to easily see him – all of him – as he sat on his easy chair watching TV. With his window open and the blinds open, it would be an open view for her. That’s why he was always closing his blinds from her prying eyes. He figured as he got up and went into the kitchen, she would be able to see that he rose and went to the kitchen, and probably only see the bottom of his legs as he scanned the open refrigerator.

He casually grabbed another Corona, closed the frig and went back to the easy chair. He was suddenly aware of how many lights were on – three including the kitchen – lighting the place up like a convenience store, and he blushed again at the thought of his hand down his pants, happily working stroking his cock. As he sat pretending to watch TV, he thought out a plan. 

He put the beer bottle down on the sofa table and headed for his bathroom. That’s it, he thought to himself, he was going to take a leak for all she knew. He turned on the bathroom light, and closed the door, but did not go into the bathroom. Instead, he walked down the darkened hall, out of Blondie’s view and to his dark bedroom. He didn’t turn on the bedroom light, but instead went over to his window that looked out over the parking lot. His blinds were partially closed and tilted downward. Carefully, at the corner of the blinds, he tilted one blind upward and peeked out toward Blondie’s window. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see a figure by her upstairs sliding glass doors, amidst the parted billowing curtains. He thought he also could make out a pair of black binoculars.

She had been watching him! he thought triumphantly. He flushed again in embarrassment. His heart raced madly, and he realized his hands were shaking. His breathing was labored as he thought of her watching him, of seeing him with his hand in his open jeans. It was clear in his mind, she had been watching him. He was surprised by how much the idea of it made his cock throb.

It was dark, and he wasn’t positive if she was looking in his apartment or just around the complex in general. He could see the dark figure at the window move every once in awhile and could see the curtains move slightly. He thought he could see two ends of the black binoculars poking out from the curtains. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and his breath becoming shallow at the fact that he could now see her trying to watch him without her knowing. He was dying to know whether she had been looking at him, as he suspected, or someone else. And was it really Blondie? 

He had to be sure. He moved to his bedroom closet and fumbled around in the dark for his camera. He had an expensive 35m camera with a powerful zoom scope for taking nature and sports photos. He realized he could use the zoom lens as a kind of binoculars to try and zoom in on the figure in the window. In the dark bedroom, he assembled the lens on his camera, and then returned to the spot by the window, again carefully moving just one blind so as not to be noticed. He couldn't believe how hard his cock was and how much his hands were trembling.

He carefully tilted the blinds again and focused in on Blondie’s window, using the maximum zoom. As he fiddled with the focus, his sight became clearer. He could see it was indeed Blondie, there was no mistake about that, and she had apparently placed an upright chair in front of her sliding glass doors on the second story balcony. Her curtains were carefully closed, but parted slightly down the middle where they met. She was sitting in the chair and had mounted the high-powered binoculars to some sort of tri-pod stand. The large binoculars were pressed to her eyes. She was looking directly down into his family room, the tips of the binoculars poking through the part in her curtains. 

It was true, Cade thought breathlessly, she was spying on him, and appeared to be settled in for a long show, based on the fact that she was sitting on a chair and had the binoculars conveniently mounted. As he watched her, he could see her hands were playing with the focus of the binoculars as if she was trying to focus in better. The binoculars appeared to be moving slightly, as if she were scanning his living room, impatiently awaiting his return from the bathroom. There was no doubt that she had trained her binoculars on his living room. Then, his heart skipped a beat as he realized that Blondie appeared to be wearing a robe as if ready for bed. And he noticed the robe was parted. He could barely make out the suggestion of her breasts, two small half orbs through the open robe.

What the fuck is she doing? Cade wondered to himself. Spying on him, half dressed in her robe. Suddenly, the idea began to take shape in his mind. His heart raced as he thought about what he was seeing. The obvious intent of the woman was clear. She wasn’t disgusted by seeing him bare chested, his hand down his open jeans. She wanted to see him, thought Cade. He had been giving her a show, and she was hoping the show would continue.

Maybe, thought Cade, his cock raging in his jeans, he should just give Blondie what she was looking for. Cade was a bit of an exhibitionist, and the idea of him masturbating while Blondie “secretly” watched suddenly was turning him on more than he had ever been turned on by anything before. Maybe Blondie would disapprove, but what could she do? He wouldn’t be breaking any law in the privacy of his own home. Maybe Blondie would just grab her favorite dildo and fuck herself silly while watching him. He imagined the binoculars furtively pressed to her eyes, her legs splayed open as she sat, her fingers caressing her open pussy as she watched him stroke his hard cock. The idea of her getting aroused watching him get off was exhilarating. He felt his cock throb. His heart pounded nervously, but also he felt extremely aroused. Should I do it? he thought to himself excitedly.

Cade went back to the bathroom, opened the door and turned off the light. Casually, he strolled back to the family room, with the big easy chair in the center of the room. He picked up his beer and sat back down, taking a long swig, feeling Blondie's eyes on him. The video was still playing, and now the young girl was being fucked from behind by the yardman. He was slapping her small butt cheeks with the palm of his hands as he pumped into her sex like a piston with his massive erection.

Cade’s stomach was full of butterflies as he imagined Blondie watching him intently, sitting in her half-open robe, perhaps her heart racing as he returned to the room. He was still wearing just his faded jeans, which were open at the waist. He was very aware of his bare chest and open jeans as he sat there. His penis was a rock hard bulge in his tight jeans. He pictured Blondie focusing her binoculars on his crotch and slowly lowering her free hand to her own moist sex. Yeah, I’ll bet you’re spreading your thighs and rubbing your swollen little clit right now, Cade thought to himself.

He took another pull on his beer and put the bottle down on the table. Then, he took a deep breath and decided it was show time. Pretending to watch the video, he was very aware of Blondie watching him, and exaggerated his actions as if he was on stage. He stretched back in the chair and put his right hand on his bare chest, his fingers lightly tracing a slow line down to his navel. With his fingertips, he touched his navel, and then slid his hand over his left breast. Slowly, he circled his fingertips around his left nipple, feeling it get hard from his touch. He put his fingertips to his mouth and sucked them briefly, getting his fingertips good and wet. Then, he returned to his left nipple, circling it slowly and coating it with his saliva. Then, he slid his hand down his chest to his belly. He circled his fingertips around his navel again, and then slowly slid them into his jeans.

With his right hand under his jeans and boxers, Cade squeezed his swollen cock again and again, opening his legs wide. He imagined Blondie watching him, breathing hard herself, and rubbing her pussy as she sat watching him. Slowly, dramatically, he pushed down his jeans, pulling his boxers with them. He could see his abdomen appear, the start of his pubic hair. And finally, his swollen member sprung out of his jeans, the head of his cock red and angry. He pushed his jeans down and off, then lay back on the easy chair completely naked, his feet on the ottoman. As he looked down, he could see his brown pubic hair and his aching balls underneath his stiff member, jutting away from his body. Knowing that she was watching him, made his cock so hard, and he felt like it was larger and more swollen than it ever had been before. As he laid back, his legs spread, he could imagine Blondie seeing his full nakedness, and seeing his swollen cock pointing upward and swaying free before him.

With his right hand, Cade began slowly stroking his cock, thinking of Blondie watching the unthinkable – him jerking off. No one had ever seen him do this before. He leaned over and spit into his right hand and then slid the saliva over the head of his cock. The saliva dribbled down the shaft of his penis, and he used the lubrication of his spit to stroke his cock back and forth. 

He stroked very slowly and deliberately, from the tip of the head to the base, his body writhing in his chair and his back arching for the benefit of his viewer. His spread his knees as wide as he could and caressed his balls with his left hand. And with his right hand, his fingers placed on his hard shaft, he slowly stroked and stroked. After awhile, he got up on his knees on the chair and faced toward the back of the chair, giving Blondie a profile view of him stroking his cock. He knew she could also see the profile of his ass. He arched his back and stroked slowly, stopping when he felt the urge to cum building. He wanted to draw his masturbation session out as long as possible for a good show. The idea of Blondie watching him masturbate, and perhaps assaulting her own pussy as she watched, electrified him. He imagined her sliding a long penis-shaped dildo in and out of her pussy, her lips stretched open as far as possible, as she watched him through the binoculars. He imagined her moaning in pleasure, her mouth half-open, as she watched him stroking himself for her. 

He felt so aroused as he stroked his cock, knowing she was watching, that he frequently had to stop to keep from cumming too quickly. He would stop for a moment and caress his balls and touch his belly and chest for her. His mind raced as he thought about how bad he wanted to be for Blondie, how much he wanted to show her how naughty he could be. He faced the open window, splaying his legs over the side of the chair, and stroked his swollen cock. He sucked the middle finger of his left hand into his mouth and got it good and wet. Then, he brought his knees to his chest, and pushed his wet middle finger against his puckering anus as he stroked his cock. Slowly, he pushed his finger in deeper and deeper, until it reached the second knuckle. Then, he slid his finger slowly in and out of his ass while stroking his cock. How do you like that, Blondie, he moaned aloud. How do you like watching me finger my own asshole while I stroke my cock? That’s it, Blondie, spread your legs and stroke your pussy for me while you watch, he said aloud.


The Watcher



Suddenly, Cade’s eye caught a cylindrical single cigar case on the side table. The cigar was gone, but the tube looked just like a small dildo. Cade took the cigar tube and stuck it in his mouth, lubricating the end with his saliva. Slowly, he pushed the cigar tube against his anus, feeling himself relax and accept the dildo-like object. He pushed it in a ways and felt a slight pain followed by pleasure. After he worked it back and forth a few times, he was able to slide it slowly in and out while he stroked his cock. He thought, Blondie is getting quite a show, seeing him fuck himself in the ass with the cigar holder. As he stroked, he knew he was about ready to cum. And he was so turned on knowing that, Blondie, a total stranger, the severe and proper older woman, was seeing how bad and naughty he could be.

In his state of high arousal, Cade got another idea for the show. He lay back on the chair with the ottoman pushed together, with his head at the foot of the ottoman and his feet against the back of the easy chair. He stroked his swollen erection while working the cigar tube in and out of his tight ass. Slowly, he slid off the end of the ottoman, until his head was touching the carpeted floor. He raised his legs and bent them at the knees so that he was in an upside-down tripod position, the cigar tube still in his ass. 

He stroked his cock with his right hand, the head of his erect cock pointed inches from his face. He thought of Blondie watching him, watching him in the strange, upside down position, his hand stroking his cock, inches away from his lips. He knew from the profile view, she could see that his cock was pointed inches away from his own mouth. With his left hand, he worked the tube in deeper, fucking his ass hard. With his right hand, he stroked his cock, opening his mouth and reaching out his tongue trying vainly to lick his own cock head. Suddenly, he felt the orgasm build and release, and he moaned and started ejaculating, his cum spurting all over his own face. 

He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, as the ribbons of semen squirted over his face and lips and onto his tongue. He could feel the heavy drops fall into his open mouth as he came, and he tasted himself. His cum sprayed over his face and chin, and the pleasure of the orgasm flooded over his entire body. He imagined Blondie witnessing this spectacle and perhaps cumming herself. He moaned and cried out as he milked the last drops of cum from his swollen cock onto his chest.

Then, after it was over, he felt back on the carpet, exhausted and spent, his swollen cock still quivering and dripping cum. He closed his eyes, suddenly embarrassed but exhilarated, wondering what Blondie thought of his performance. How could he ever face her again? What would she say, how would she look at him when they passed at the laundry or pool? What would she think of him? Would she tell her friends? At this point, he didn’t care, feeling the wet cum on his face and chest. He had been the willing exhibitionist and she had been the willing voyeur. He could only hope she would be interested in playing the role again sometime.

That was when his phone began to ring.



The Watcher



I was 6 I saw my first naked woman in the bath tub, and from that day forward I was hooked on looking. I will never forget the sight of her wet body in the tub. Even at that young age I knew it was exciting and that I would do what ever it took to see more. I found ways to watch girls at the pool changing, on Vacations, anywhere and anyway I could.

When I was 14 when my dad left us, mom and me. And 18 when my Uncle died leaving moms younger sister Aunt Cathy a widow. Shortly after my Uncle died and not wanting to live alone, Aunt Cathy asked my mom if she could move in with us. And since we had the extra room we helped Aunt Cathy move in. 

Aunt Cathy is a pretty woman, Red hair, blue eyes and her freckles made her look younger than her 38 years. She is a real Hottie, always wearing skimpy clothes or nightgowns. She has kept me hot and in thousands of jack off fantasies for years, even today, years later.

Her hair is long and thick, mid-back and her breasts are a 38 c, firm and has pointy nipples, and rosey pink in color. A thin waist from working out (Which I also watch her do) a nice shaped ass and long legs.

Not long after mom noticed what effect Aunt Cathy was having on me, she too started wearing more revealing clothing. I'm not sure if it was a competition from their younger days or just moms need to feel sexy again.

Whatever it was, it sure worked for me, I spent many hours trying to devise ways to catch them in different stages of undress, or totally nude. My favorite time of day was when one of them would call me to hook a bra or zip up a dress. Neither of them too shy about what they showed me, And I wasn't shy about looking! 

One of my favorite hiding places to watch was in a tree house my dad made for me when I was 12. A large oak tree, and it was right behind the house about 8' higher than the bedroom windows on the second floor. I loved to watch Aunt Cathy as she dressed or undressed in her room. She always left her shades open, in fact I do believe she knew I watched her and she always gave me a good show.

I'm not sure if mom knew I watched her also, but she is no slouch in the Hot Momma category. At 44 she wasn't overweight, not really firm, but her tits stood out well. A slight hang to them, topped with puffy pink nipples. And voluptuous hips that fit her so well below her waist. Her blonde hair starting to gray at the temples and her bush is thick and curly. Nice legs too, men always stared at her when she went out.

The first time I ever watched Aunt Cathy was purely an accident, I was gong to the bathroom, half asleep and walked in on her as she showered. The glass on the shower stall was only partially fogged up, She was washing her hair, arms above her head and her breasts jiggling as she scrubbed the soap in her hair. I could see the red hair on her bush as I stared at her perfect body, perfect to me anyway.

I jumped back out after looking at her for a moment, ran to my room, shut my door and jacked off as fast as I could. The thought of her nude body fresh in my mind. The sight of her breasts as they shook on her chest bringing me to a quick orgasm. I knew then that I would have to find a way to peep on her more. My mind went to the tree house, and I was right behind it. I ran out to it and climbed in then waited. About 10 minutes later Aunt Cathy came into view.

She took her towel off and I got my first real good look at her, she held herself proudly as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Running her hands under her firm breasts, giving them a shake and letting go to see if they still stood out by themselves. Her hands ran down her sides to her hips, feeling the soft flesh and then she turned around and looked at her fine ass.

All this time my hand was wrapped around my hard cock, slowly jerking it off. The sight of her touching herself like she was made me drunk with lust for her. She looked out the window at the tree house almost as if she knew I was there watching her. Her hand went to her bush and she spread the thick red hair open with her fingertips. I was only 15' away and could see her every move plainly. I was glad that there are cracks between the boards so could peek through them and not be seen.

I saw her rub her pussy, sliding her finger along the slit as her eyes closed and her head fell back. Her long wet hair almost on the bed as she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs open wide to let her hand between her thighs. I saw her take a deep breath as her finger entered her slit, she worked it around a few minutes, I jacked off in time to her fingers movements. She inserted another finger in her pussy, the thick red hair of her pussy covering the pussy lips.

Her other hand went to her breast gently squeezing it, the flesh spreading out, pushing her puffy pink nipple out even further. Then she grasped the nipple between her fingertips and pulled on it, her mouth opening slightly as she did. My mouth fell open watching her do this to herself. She took her time reaching an orgasm, her fingers coming out of the wet slit and touching the pink nub of her clit and pinching it also.

I could not hold out much longer before I painted the side of the tree house wall with my spunk, the erotic sight of a grown woman feeling herself like that was more than a young man my age could handle. I shot my load. Hitting the wall and floor in massive globs of my young spunk. Aunt Cathy must have come soon after because she got up and dressed for supper. A thin summer dress, the one that showed her nipples and the shape of her hips when she walked. 

I waited until she left he room then climbed down and ran to wash up myself. When I sat at the table mom sat across from me and Aunt Cathy to my right. Mom had worn a dress that really showed the cleavage of her breasts, it always excited me to see her in that. She would do things that exaggerated the movements of her breasts as I watched her, trying not to get caught looking. I really think she knew what she was doing to me, but always acted like she had done nothing.

I had a hard time eating as I tried not to be obvious about looking at them both, We had the normal small talk then our dessert. Mom and Aunt Cathy cleared the table and I ran back to my room to let my erection go away. Mom usually went to take a hot bath after supper and I soon heard her bath water running. Sometimes I would go in asking if I could use the restroom when she bathed, she always let me. I would glance over to see if I could see anything, sometimes I did. 

On those occasions I would pee as slow as I could and look at her in the medicine cabinet mirror. I watched as she washed her fine breasts, she seemed to take extra time on her nipples, I know they are sensitive because I heard her gasp sometimes when she washed them. She didn't trim her pussy either because I have seen it many times. I always wondered why mom was blonde and Aunt Cathy is a redhead, both naturally.

I'll never forget the time I caught mom masturbating, I was walking to my room about One clock in the morning and she had been on a date. I heard her softly moaning and couldn't tell if it was from crying or what, I went to her door and slowly pushed it open a bit. When I stuck my head in and started to ask if she was alright and saw her legs opened wide and her hand working her pussy over good. Well at least she wasn't crying, I knew I shouldn't watch but I couldn't leave the doorway. My face was halfway hidden as I watched mom fingering her hairy blonde pussy.

Her moans got louder as she got closer to her orgasm, and I had my dick out jacking off the sight of mom's legs open, her hairy pink gash glimmering in the nightlight's soft glow. Her other hand pulling her nipple roughly, I couldn't hear what she was saying but it sure sounded nasty what I did make out.

I came right before she did, but I didn't leave until I heard her cry out.

"Oh God, Oh God, Now, Now!"

I wondered what she thought about when she did that. I didn't matter and I didn't think to clean up the spunk that hit her door before went to my room. Mom's hot body taking me to dream land! The next morning mom looked at me kind of strange but she said nothing.

Aunt Cathy wanted to go swimming that day, mom had to work so I went with her. The lake where we go is pretty large and lonely, not a lot of people go to the part we do. When we arrived at our spot, I went behind the trees and changed Aunt Cathy changed behind the car. I could see her tits as she did and got an erection as I watched her. Damn, now I would have to wait until it went away before coming from behind the trees or run like hell to the water.

I ran, but she saw my dick sticking out in my suit. I noticed a smile on her pretty face as I dove in. Aunt Cathy followed me in and swam over to me, she turned over to float on her back and I saw everything she had to offer a man. Her thick pussy lips showed through her suits bottom, I could see every fold on it as she lay there. The water rolled down between her freckled chest and formed a pool between them.

I wished that I could lick them dry, and my dick stayed hard. Her eyes were closed so I swam a few feet away and stuck my hand down the front of my suit to rub my hard dick. I knew it was a stupid thing to do, but I was so horny from looking at her I had to do something or burst.

I slid my suit down past my hips trying to be quiet, and started to jack off real slow as I looked at her pussy crack. I got away with it for a few minutes and I guess I made some noise or made a splash because her eyes opened and she rolled off her back. Her eyes went to my moving arm and down the clear water to my hand on my dick.

Shit, I was so embarrassed at getting caught by her. She didn't say anything for a second, then asked me.

"Why are you doing that? And here of all places?"

I couldn't answer, but thought about it then let her know.

"Well, I wouldn't have but your suit is so tight and I saw your uh, your, uh well, your pussy crack. It got me excited and I was hoping to finish before you were finished floating. Gee, I'm so sorry Aunt Cathy! Are you going to tell mom on me?"

The sweetest smile came to her face, "No hun, I'm not. But I know its not healthy for a man not to finish what he starts. Follow me."

I followed her to the car and she got a blanket out, spread it out by the car and had me get on it beside her.

"Now, since you have something that needs finished, I want to watch."

I was in shock, my face flushed red with embarrassment. I just sat there dumbfounded, and not really sure what to do.

"Go on, take it out. Show me what you've been doing when you hide in your tree house and watch me in my room."

Shit, I wasn't sure that she had known about that, but there was no doubt about it now. I shyly pulled my suit down past my hips.

"No, take it all the way off for me."

I did as she told me, my beautiful Aunt was staring at my 8" cock as it stood out from my hairy crotch. 

"Now jack it off like you do."

I put my hand around it and slowly started to jack off for her, and found myself really starting to enjoy the fact that she was watching me do it for her. I worked it slowly letting her watch the skin slide in my hand as I jacked off for her, My other hand working my heavy ball sack.

"What do you think of when you jack off? Your girlfriends? Do you think of their titty's? Or of the hairy pussy they have?"

Damn I wish she wouldn't say that stuff, it only got me hornier. I didn't want to tell her I thought of her being naked and my mom, I mean that's sick. Who jacks off thinking of their mother? And who would want to fuck their mom or Aunt? Me that's who!

My hand never slowed down, "Oh sometimes it's different girls from School or one I saw in the Mall."

Her eyes had a hurt look in them. "You don't ever think of me when you do it? You watch me in you tree house and jack off looking at me, but you think of someone else?"

"No, not always. I do think of you when I watch you." I lied to her, shit I always thought of what I would do to her when I watched her."I like to watch you touch yourself, that always makes me hot!"

"Oh?" a mischievous smile came to her face and her blue eyes sparkled, "You mean like this?"

And her hand went to her crotch, running her middle finger down the crack that was showing in her suit. Pushing it deeper in her pussy, the thick lips surrounding her finger as it sunk in her slit. My eyes popped open at the sexy sight of my Aunt touching her pussy for me. And my hand moved faster on my hard dick.

"NO! Go slow, I want to make it last. Don't hurry!" she told me.

I slowed my jerking hand down and stared at the crotch of her bathing suit getting shoved in where she had pressed it. I had never been so sexually excited before, and I was torn between wanting to cum and wanting to make it last for her.

"Take them off Aunt Cathy, let me see it for real this time, and close. Please take them off!" I begged.

"OK hun." She stood up and slid them slowly down past her wide hips, the top of the hair slowly coming into view. So red and curly as she lowered them showing me more of it. I stared and my hand continued working my cock, a smile on her face as she watched my eyes on her hot body.

She took her top after she had stepped out of her bottoms and ran her hands under her tits, lifting them high on her freckled chest then pulling the nipples out and sighed. She lay on the blanket her feet by my head and mine by her head so we could see each others privates plainly. 

Her fingers held the thick red hair of her pussy open showing me her thick pink lips and the pinker folds of her inner pussy. Her finger disappeared inside it and my mouth was watering, my cock throbbed in my hand as I slid it up and down, my thick shaft, wanting nothing more than to shoot its hot cum out.

I knew she was as hot as I was from her breathing and the look in her eyes as she watched my cock in my hand. My balls bouncing on my thighs as my hand jerked, she never took her eyes away from them. I watched as she stuck two fingers in her gash and took a deep breath and her pussy stretched out to take them. She used her thumb on her thick clit as she moved her fingers about, and I could see the juices as they flowed on her hand and inner thighs. The thick red hair getting matted with it when she pushed her hand forcefully in the pink pussy.

I could take no more and shot my load, Some hit my chest and she gasped at the sight of it shooting from the end of my cock. My hand was a blur now as it kept shooting it out of me, covering my stomach and the hair on my pubic area. My hand was a sticky mess when I had finished and Aunt Cathy was cumming now. I rolled over on my side and watched her pussy pulsing as it grabbed at her fingers.

My hand reached for her breast and she pushed it away.

"No, You can watch, but no touching!"

I was heart broken, I wanted to feel her warm breasts and even touch her red haired pussy, bur she controlled this situation. I had to be satisfied to watch. She seemed to love having my eyes on her as much as I did. And she came to a crashing climax, her hips jerking off the blanket when she came and her breath coming in short gasps. Finally she stopped, her fingers came out wet and creamy looking from her slick pussy. We got up and ran to the lake naked, jumped in and played for another hour or so before heading home. On the drive home Aunt Cathy told me to keep this our little secret or we could never do it again. I agreed, no one should know what we do and I really wanted to do it some more. I loved watching her when she fingered her pretty pussy.

When mom got home from work she noticed my sunburn and told me to take a cool shower. When I was drying off mom called to me.

"Come in here, I'll put some lotion on you."

I went to her room and she had me get on her bed face down. I was only in my towel and she put the cold lotion on my shoulders. I jumped at the unexpected cold and I heard her laugh that sweet laugh of hers. Her strong hands massaged the lotion onto my back, the muscles relaxing as she ran her fingers along the lines of my ribs. Tickling me like I was 6 again and she would tickle my back to make me nap.

"You should know better than to stay in the sun so long. Your burnt to a crisp on your back."

I didn't want to tell my ass was fried too, at noon they were white, and now they looked like two bright red lights. Her hands were soft and smooth as she put the lotion on me. I could have fallen asleep from her soft touch. I felt her rub the lotion on my hips, the towel pushed down when she did.

"Ow, you poor thing, that really looks painful!" as she saw my red hips, I felt her pull the towel lower. "Jeez honey, What did you do? You butt is burned too!"

I was afraid to tell her that Aunt Cathy and I had been skinny dipping most of the afternoon, so I lied and said.

"Oh I wanted to get some sun and lay behind the car naked and I guess I fell asleep!"

"Where was Cathy?"

"She was swimming mom, Goodness, I wouldn't do something like that in front of her, She's my Aunt!" I was glad my face was down so she wouldn't know I was lying to her.

Mom put some more lotion on her hands and began to apply it to my sore red ass. I was shocked and aroused at the same time. Mom had not touched my butt since I got toilet trained to my knowledge. And yet here she was now, gently rubbing my ass with cool lotion, her fingers working every part of it. I found myself getting a damn hard on, and could do nothing to stop it from happening.

Her voice as soothing as her hands as she talked to me about her day at work and other things. All the time I was getting harder.

"OK roll over and I'll do your chest!"

OH SHIT!!!! Now what? I can't roll over, she will see my hard on, and I can't ignore her. SHIT! 

"It's OK mom, I'm fine, I can do it later. I just want to lay here and rest a few minutes if you don't mind."

"No, you need it done now, or I know you'll regret it later. Now roll over!"

She grabbed my sunburned shoulder, the pain causing me to go with her hand and the next thing I know I was on my back. My cock sticking out and the towel to far away to grab and cover with. 

"Oh My, uh, I, uh, I didn't know honey. I'm sorry!" Mom said and she blushed when her eyes went to my dick. I just threw my arm over my face to cover my own embarrassment. "Well you need this done, and she got the towel and covered my dick with it.

There was still a large lump in the towel, and she would keep looking at it as she applied more lotion than was necessary to my chest. Her hands felt wonderful on my chest as she rubbed it in, and when she touched my nipples my cock bounced under the towel. I heard her take a breath when she saw it jump, I was still too embarrassed to take my arm off my face.

"Honey, having an erection is nothing to be ashamed about, it seems to be a normal reaction to a man from the stimulation of a nice massage. Please don't worry about it!" 

Damn mom was smart as well as sexy. How in the fuck could dad have left her. Mom was still in her work dress, but like most of her clothes they showed her best assets, the cleavage of her well formed breasts. And I stared right at them from under my arm. It was not helping my erection go away, but I was going to take care of that when I got in my room.

She rubbed lotion on my belly then I felt her hand slid under the towel to hit the spots above my pubic hair. It only made me harder, to think that her hand was that close to my hard dick was unbearable to me. Mom or not, she is fucking hot! And I had her body memorized, every nook an cranny of her pretty pussy, the few stretch marks on her beautiful breasts, the exquisite shape of her ass that ran down to her shapely legs, every fucking inch of her was etched in my mind from the years of watching her.




The Watcher



I thought what the fuck and I pulled the towel lower so she could reach those parts better. Her hand never missed an inch of me. I felt her hand as it slid under my balls getting to the inner part of my thighs, and her thumbnail as it lightly raked the underside of my nut sack when she did. Surely she had to know what she was doing to me, the towel was now covering just my cock as it stood out. And I felt it jump as her hand brushed it applying the lotion around the hair on my crotch.

My eyes were closed when I felt her hand reach around my hot thick cock, putting lotion on the sunburned skin of my dick. I sighed heavily as she slowly worked her hand on my cock, spreading the lotion all over it. I felt myself fixing to cum and she had only just started putting it on me. 

"Mom, ahhh, Oh mom, I'm going to, uh, mom if you don't, Oh NO!!!!'

I was ejaculating in my mom's hand, nothing could have stopped it from coming out as her hand worked it faster, she had wanted me to cum in her hand! I looked at her pretty face, her eyes glued to my cock as it shot out my thick load all on her hand and my stomach. A lusty look in her eyes as it spurted like a volcano erupting for her.

"Oh Yes baby, Cum for momma, Show momma what a man you've become."

All I could do was finish shooting off in her hand as she slowed her hand down, squeezing it to make sure all my hot cum was out before releasing it from her grasp.

"There honey, do you feel better now?"

All I could do was shake my head and my body, I have never cum so hard or so much before. My body trembled as her hand left my cock, and it was still jerking when she got the towel and wiped my cum off her hand. I lay there in amazement at what had just transpired between a mother and son, not ashamed of it. I wanted to do something for her also.

I placed my hand on her leg, close to her crotch.

"No, that would not be right honey! Please don't!"

I took my hand away and she got up and soon was back with a cool wet rag and washed my cum from my body for me.

I got up and went to my room, around 1:30 AM I heard Aunt Cathy come home from a night out. She was half drunk it sounded like when she came in the house. She tripped over the ottoman and she giggled. I got out of bed to help her to her room, when I saw her I knew she was drunk as a skunk, she saw me walking over to her in my pajama bottoms.

"Well, well, there's my sexy Nephew. Whatcha doin up hun?"

"I thought you might need some help to bed Aunt Cathy!"

"Hahaha, I don't need help Too bed, I need some help IN bed! Damn men around here are scared of pussy!"

I blushed at her harsh language and the thought that a man would turn this woman down for sex. I wrapped my arm around her and we walked to her room, She flopped on the bed and fell on her back. Her legs open wide and her eyes closed. I took her shoes off and unbuttoned her blouse. 

"Sit up Aunt Cathy, you have to help me here!"

"You're a good boy, helping your poor old Aunt. Did I tell you how sexy I think you are? And how nice you dick is? I liked watching you today, made me fucking hot!'

"Oh Aunt Cathy, that's enough of that, now come on and help me some."

I pulled her up in a sitting position and took her blouse off, the tight lacy bra barely held her firm tits in. I reached behind her and undid her skirt, she fell back and I pulled it off her shapely hips. Her panties matched the lacy bra, pretty pink ones, and the crotch had a wet spot on it. "Hmmm!" no time like the present to take advantage of a drunken woman I thought to myself, mom's asleep and Aunt Cathy is in no condition to fight me off. I had wanted to touch her earlier today.

She was not sun burned as bad as I was, and it showed up on her skin like a light glow. I pushed my hand behind her and after a few attempts I got her bra undone, freeing the pretty tits that sat proudly on her chest. I touched her nipple and she moaned while keeping her eyes closed. I felt it harden while I played with it, I ran my other hand down her belly lightly and she giggled.

"That tickles!" she smiled and did nothing to stop me.

When I got to her panties, I ran the flat of my hand down between her open legs and felt the heat coming from her hot pussy. I clasped my hand on it, giving it a squeeze.

"Oh Yes baby, do that for me. It feels so good!"

I put my lips on the puffy pink nipple and gently sucked it in. She moaned and her chest pushed forward to my lips. I knew she would let me do what I wanted then, so I stuck my hand inside her panties, I ran my fingertip along her wet slit. I felt her clit as I slid my hand down her crack. The thick curly hair felt good on my hand, I bent my finger and drug it back up. I felt her pussy lips open when I did that, and my fingertip got wet and I slipped it in her in to my first knuckle.

Her hips moved to my hand and a sigh came from her, I was hard as a rock from this feeling. Being a virgin was not a fun thing for an 18 year old boy, and that was soon to change for me. I put my fingers in the band of her panties and pulled them down, she wiggled her hips to help even in her drunken state of mind she wanted this. I threw them on the floor and stared at her body, she is so pretty and her body is one that men would go to war for.

Her legs spread when my finger slid in her gash, her hips moved slightly when my finger reentered her slick hot spot. I watched her head roll on its side and her mouth opened. Finally, after all these years of spying on her and yesterdays teasing I was doing it with my hot Aunt. She put her hand on mine and pushed it harder against her pussy, I stuck my finger in her deeper and wiggled it around. Never having done this before I really wasn't sure what to do, so why not do it all? 

I put my face near her pussy and inhaled the musky smell coming from her wet pussy. My dick jerked at the odor, not a bad odor, a really sexy smell. I put my mouth on it and licked her clit, it was a small pink nub and glistened with her slick dew. Aunt Cathy gasped when my hot tongue touched it and I knew that this was something she would like. So I licked it over and over while her hips bucked on my face. I was finger fucking her at the same time and she got real wet, covering my finger with the creamy juice as she bucked on my hand and face. Her hand went to my head and shoved it in her pussy.

"Yes, Oh shit yes, eat my pussy. Lick it good, use your tongue in me. Go on, lick it good for me baby!"

I moved my tongue down the wet slit and tasted the salty flavor of her pussy, then stuck my tongue inside the hot box. I wiggled it around in circles, the inner folds of her pussy opening up at my oral intrusion. She picked her legs up and placed her feet on my back, giving me complete access to her wet slit. Aunt Cathy moaned as my tongue stuck in her as far as I could get it. I was humping the bed with my cock, not wanting to wait much longer before I stuck it in her hot pussy.

It didn't take long and she was making the same noise that she made when she came at the lake. Her head rolled side to side as she got more excited, her heels dug into my back pulling me towards her sweet pussy.

"Oh Fuck, Yes, Oh, Oh, Fuck Yes! Now, I'm cumming now!! Do it, eat me , eat my pussy!"

I licked for all I was worth, When I put my lips around her clit and sucked her she came hard. Her pussy flowed as her hands shoved my face in her pussy. She had gotten excited when she played with her pussy at the lake, but nothing like this. I could wait no longer and slid up her body, running my hot hard cock along her leg as I did. Aunt Cathy put her hands under my arm pits and pulled me to her. When I was between her legs I tried to just shove my dick in her but couldn't find the opening, she seemed frustrated at my inept efforts and grabbed my cock and moving it around a bit she had it in her.

I shoved it fully in her in one stroke, not knowing about taking the time to get it all wet first, but she didn't complain she just started fucking me wildly. I joined her in my attempt to keep up with her passion. I never knew that a woman felt so good, Aunt Cathy was so wet and her pussy was so fucking hot, I wasn't sure how long I could last before I would come. And Aunt Cathy really knows how to work her pussy, it felt like it gripped my cock when I was pulling back to slam in her again. I had heard stories about women who could milk a dick with just the muscles in their pussy, well let me tell you, My Aunt Cathy is one of them!

"Fuck me, fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours. Oh Yes, Fuck me hard, make me come again, I want to come again."

I did everything I could to make her cum again, I held her by her soft shoulders and pulled myself to her when I thrust in her. I put my face in the crook of her neck and smelled her perfume, Fuck she smelled so fucking good. I pumped her pussy harder, beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and upper lip. Deeper and deeper I thrust and she drew her knees up and spread her thighs wider for me. I kissed her sweet lips and her tongue drew mine in to her hot mouth, sucking it down like she wanted to swallow it. Aunt Cathy had her legs around my hips and her fingernails dug into my ass so hard that it hurt, pulling me to her as we fucked. 

"I'm coming Aunt Cathy, I feel it cumming!"

She moved her pussy even faster to make me cum in her,

"Yes baby, cum for me, cum in my pussy baby! Fuck me hard and cum in me!"

I thrust my hips into her as the first shot of my thick hot cum shot off in her. Splattering the inner walls of her wet pussy with it.

"Oh God, I feel it, I feel it in me!' she cried out.

Feeling it hit in her set her off on her own orgasm, she bit my neck and raked my back with her nails when she came. And I could feel my sweat as it ran down the crack of my ass when I clinched it tight to force my cum out for her. I lay on her when it was over, her breath smelled like booze, but her body smelled great from her perfume. I felt her pussy milking my cock, trying to get my spunk all out and perhaps trying to keep it hard. I rolled off her and lay beside her hot sweaty body, running my fingers on her puffy nipple. She was soon asleep both from the sex and the booze. I lay there in bed with her a few minutes looking at her, then covered her up and left.

Laying in bed with my hands behind my head, I thought about what had happened to me in such a short time. Getting to jack off and watch my Aunt play with her pussy, then Mom jacking me off and now finally getting to fuck Aunt Cathy. Shit! It don't get no better than this! I fell asleep with those images in my head, hoping I would dream of more.

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Authors Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! 

If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. 

Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) 



The Watcher



The summer heat was strong that night and I went for a walk, the sweat running down my back and legs, my shirt clinging to me in the humidity.

Just off to the right was a little one bedroom house, it was old, but well taken care of. The man who lived there was nice, but kept to himself. He didn't really know anyone here, having moved to our tiny town on a fluke.

I spoke to him a few times since he had been here. He was a tall man, his dusty blonde hair hanging limp on his forehead as his sweat plastered his tank top to his chest. He wasn't a handsome man, but he has this way about him. To me, he spoke in an odd way.

Once, I bumped into him at the corner store and he apologised to me. When I asked where he was from he told me he is Welsh, though I didn't believe him.

As I came upon his living room window, I looked in at him out the corner of my eye. I saw him sitting in his recliner, beginning to wind down from his day. He was covered in grease and oil from working machines at the auto plant in Livingston, just a few miles away.

I watch him, waiting to see what he would do next.

His left leg was draped over the arm, his hand ran through his hair exhaustedly. His fingertips left dry marks on his neck as he pushed his hand down his chest. His heavily greased hands left traces of oil on his shirt before he reached his pants. 

His eyes closed as he tugged his belt open, his zip making tiny rasping sounds as he drew it down. His mouth opened slightly with a moan as he took his dick in hand, stoking easily, intently. I stared openly while his eyes were closed. Somehow it didn't feel so bad that way. He lowered his leg and I saw what made him a man for the first time in my life.

As his hand moved, I bit my lip. I couldn't help it; his body hypnotised me. In the dim light I could see it. Thick, purple, pulsing in his hand. I wondered what it would feel like. What it would taste like. I gasped as I recollected my thoughts. 

But still.....I wondered.

He stroked himself faster, making love to his own body,getting me excited just to observe him. The way he moaned, how his hand tightened as he brought his stroke up, his stomach tightening. 

My mouth dropped open as he groaned my name. I could feel the dampness on my thighs as his words penetrated me like nothing ever had before. He was thinking of me....thinking of his body in mine.

I was crazy for watching him, but I couldn't help it. I was taken by this man, his body, his voice. Seeing him in such a private way made me feel closer to him.

I couldn't move; I reacted without thought as my fingers slipped into my shorts. My wetness intense, already soaking through my clothes.

His eyes opened briefly as he sighed my name. Staring straight ahead, he cursed again and again....."Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me..."

I rubbed myself furiously as I thought of him taking me. Fucking me, like he said. Thinking of how much I might enjoy him. I was becoming tainted by his desire.....

I closed my eyes, knowing I was going to come, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to watch, but my body wouldn't let me.

"I'm going to come, Terra...." His words brought me back as I climaxed.

I looked into the window once again and saw his raging green eyes burning into mine as his seed leapt to his chest, spurting over his belly and thick fingers.

His back arched as the last washes of his orgasm were spent from him and he could finally relax. He never looked away from me as he settled into his chair.

I couldn't move. The fact that he knew I was there, watching, made me freeze. I couldn't do anything but wait.

What did he do? He took off his shirt and cleaned himself up a bit. He dropped the shirt to the floor, tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them.

I couldn't believe he saw me and didn't get angry. I thought for sure he would have come running me down to scold me, but he talked to me, knowing I could see him. Such strange and erotic thoughts danced through my head as I closed my eyes in disbelief.

My heart was pounding when he closed his eyes and spoke to me.

"See you around, girl."

I jumped and turned to run quickly back to my house, still so unsure of what this all meant to me, but needing to relive what I had seen.

The next few days went by quickly. Every night I dreamt of what I had seen, but I didn't have the nerve to go back.

I had managed to avoid him, but that Sunday, he was at church, something he had never done before.

He saw me standing with my father as he and the preacher chatted. Without a hint of a grin he approached my father and asked to speak with him.

I was dying inside, but managed to hold myself together, after all, who would my father believe?

"Hello, sir, my name is Gabriel. I wanted to introduce myself to you. I have seen your daughter about and I felt it would be good to introduce myself."

"Well, hello. My name is Richard and this is Terra." He reached for my hand as if he had never seen me before. What is he up to?

"Good to finally meet you, Terra." I used my throatiest voice, measuring his reaction to me.

"Hello, Gabriel."

He didn't budge, his smile remaining the same, but his eyes changed dramatically. The lust and knowledge there would have knocked me over if not for my father at my back. They chatted for a while, and Gabriel had to leave, but he did tell us not to be strangers. He would love a little company now and again.

"Any time of the day or night," he said to my father, speaking to me. When he turned, I watched him closely, gauging his movements.

He walked smoothly, his body moving like it was made of the air around us. I watched until he was out of sight until my father spoke to me.

"Terra? Is everything alright?"

"Yes."

"He is unusual, isn't he?"

"Very."

"Seems nice enough. I am glad he finally decided to come to church. I think it would be nice to invite him to dinner. What do you think?"

"I think he would like that."

He accepted my father's invitation quickly and when he came to the house, he gave away nothing of what happened the week before. I still couldn't help but be suspicious.

After dinner, my father offered to see him home, which he accepted. He said he would love to chat on the way back. I didn't worry. If he was going to tell, he would have.

When father came home, he got ready for bed. I finished cleaning up and put on short and a t-shirt. My curiosity got the best of me as I thought about what he really wanted.

I put my shoes on and went for a walk, leaving father a note, in case he woke up and looked for me.

Gabriel's house was just a bit farther and I could see the dim light from his living room again. I crept up to the window again and waited for him.

He had a drink and set it down as he turned on some music. When he found what he wanted, he sat in his chair and breathed deeply.

Suddenly his eyes opened and he spoke aloud.

"I bet you would feel good underneath me."

I gasped and shuddered, his words so erotic. He put that thought in my mind and I played with myself while waiting for him to start.

He was already hard this time, his cock pulsing on its own, the crown deep purple, the shaft ruddy with blood. He held his hand at the base, letting me see it all, letting me see how big he was.

It was the only one I had ever seen before, and it looked huge to me. He spit in his hand and started stroking slowly, getting comfortable.

I held onto the sill for balance as I shoved my finger into my wetness, trying so hard to ease the pressure there. Watching him made me so hot for him, though I didn't know it then. Each stroke of his hand made him seem bigger and I saw this clear liquid running from the head. 

He saw it, putting it in his hand and smoothing it all over his shaft. He moved faster then, thrusting it in and out of his fist.

His face was serene until he started to moan. His voice shivered as he would groan, his hips pushing his cock through his hand like he was actually having sex.

My own hand moved faster, my clit so hard and ready. My wetness soaked my hand and was soon leaving a dark spot on my shorts.

His eyes closed, his clenched hand moving feverishly. His moans becoming growls as his stomach contracted, his mouth dropping open.

"Aaaahhhh, fuck, Terra," he almost screamed it!

I forced my eyes to stay open as I came hard, the sound of his voice sending me over the edge.

He looked to the ceiling as his hips lunged up and his semen shot hard to his belly. Stream after stream shot from him, seemingly never ending.

"Ah, fuck, fuck.....mmmmm, fuck...." He calmed, his whole body losing the tenseness it once had. I closed my eyes, letting myself ease down as well.

When I looked up again, he was gone. I tried to see in, but I couldn't. I waited by the window, waiting for him, thinking maybe I should.

I screamed as a hand clamped on my shoulder.

I turned to see it was Gabriel. I settled down and wanted to see what he would say.

"Come inside, Terra. There is something you need to do."

He turned to go back in the house and I followed. I wasn't nervous around him, he had a way of putting me at ease, I suppose.

When he closed the door behind me, he gathered me into his arms and kissed me deeply.

"You are mine tonight, Terra. You are staying here with me."

I nodded and let him lead me to his bedroom.

It was the first time I ever had a man. And it was wonderful.



The Watcher



Jenna Madison is a smart, witty, and very sexy lady. She’s tall and slim with long, flowing red hair. She works at a marketing company that is older than her and up until recently, run solely by men. It was a long and hard struggle to make it to the top, especially without having to sleep with anyone along the way. But she managed it with a lot of hard work and late nights.

So now, at last, Jenna’s observing the prospects in the office, which are practically endless as far as she can tell. 

She finally has the respect she deserves. People listen to her when she talks and they jump when she gives an order. Jenna enjoys the power and control she has at the office, but is sure not to abuse it. Power can be a very scary thing if it gets into the wrong hands. Besides, she’s always enjoyed being on the other end of that power.

After spending twelve hours at the office Jenna headed home for the night, looking forward to dinner and a long bath. She enjoyed living alone, relished in the solitude after a busy day at work. Sometimes she did get lonely, but it wasn’t often so she didn’t worry about it much. And she always knew what to do if she got too lonely. There were plenty of men out there for the choosing. Women to, for that matter, but she hasn’t had the guts to try that yet.

Jenna pulled her candy apple red Mustang into her driveway and climbed out. The car had been a bonus to herself after landing a big account and she enjoyed driving it for hours with the top down and the sun on her face, watching the waves crash down along the way. After checking the mail she walked in the house and dropped everything on the coffee table and headed to the backyard to water the roses. She noticed that the French doors were unlocked, but didn’t think twice about it. She had coffee out there that morning and probably forgot to lock them before she left. Two hours later Jenna had the flowers tended to and dinner eaten. The water in the tub was running, filling it with bubbles and French vanilla scented body oil. The candles were making the room glow and Sinotra’s booming voice was filling it. Jenna stood in the middle of the large bathroom and undressed, watching herself in the mirror. She loved the way the black lace bra made her breasts look. Matched with the garter and stockings, she looked incredibly sexy. Bending over she unhooked them and slowly rolled them down one leg then another, watching herself in the mirror; unaware she wasn’t the only one watching. He stood in Jenna’s closet surrounded by her clothes. Rick had often stood in there and watched her but this was the first time he intended to touch her. While she submerged herself in the steamy water, he watched. While she washed her silky skin, he watched. While she lay there sipping her flute of Champaign, he watched, waiting for the right time. 

Almost an hour had past when Rick watched her climb out of the tub. Her creamy olive toned skin glistening from the mix of oil and water. He thought about taking her right then, knew he could, but decided to enjoy her like this just a little longer. Soon he would have her wanting like never before. He knew her desires, the way she wanted to be treated, talked to, touched, and teased. On his first day visit last week, he found her journal. She wrote down everything, how she felt, what she wanted in life and what she desired in it. To Rick there has always been a difference. It amazed him that she apparently felt the same way. He studied the book for some time that day, got to know it well. He was delighted that most of the things she enjoyed receiving, he very much enjoyed giving. Rick registered the ache in his groin and thought about the moment he would relieve it on her sweet body. After drying her skin, Jenna stood naked in the room and applied a generous amount of scented lotion. To her, you could never apply too much. When done, she walked past the closet where Rick patently waited and went to her dresser. She was standing with her back to him and he wanted to take her so badly, but Rick’s desire to see what she would put on won the battle, so he waited. But not for long.

Jenna searched for the right item; the one she felt she was in the mood for. A bright smile spread across her face when she saw the flash of red. Her sexiest, and favorite, silk nightgown. It was short…well…everywhere. It was cut low and rode high in all the right places. The bath had gotten her desire rising slightly, especially after shaving her pussy smooth, which always seemed to turn her on. And she planned on making it rise even further, before letting it peak, she thought as she tossed the silk over her body. Jenna looked down at herself, noticed how her full breasts filled the gown. Her pussy began to ache just from looking at herself.

By the time she registered the noise behind her, his hand was in place. Rick covered her mouth with the handkerchief and waited for her to weaken. Just before Jenna drifted off she noted the chemical she was breathing in and the gentle hand resting on her hip. Her last thought was of that hand. Later, he would look back and note how swiftly he got the job done, but for now Rick enjoyed Jenna fully as she lay bound to her bed glowing in the light from the candles he had lit. He had four sets of mink lined cuffs attached to her limbs and then the bed, her nightgown was rising so high up her thighs there was almost no point in her wearing it. Except for the fact that she looked stunning with the dark red silk against her beautiful skin. Her chest was heaving slightly as she slept, the leisurely rise and fall of her breasts mesmerizing him. He wished so badly to see her eyes; he had seen them before, such an amazing color. You could almost call it lavender. Never had Rick seen eyes so striking, but that will have to wait until he feels she is ready. He could hardly wait to see them darken with desire. 

Her first conscience thought was how everything felt, how smooth and soft it all seemed. Jenna tried to stir in her satin bed and remembered everything all at once. The fear slowly seeped into her system when she realized she had been blindfolded and bound. Jenna ordered herself to calm down and stay focused, willing the sharp stab of fear out of her mind. She tried to look through the mask some how but all she saw was a few flickers of light. She pulled on her arms, then her legs. Jenna realized whatever it was that was holding her to her own bed was the softest thing she has ever been in contact with. For a short moment, Jenna blocked out the reality of her situation and enjoyed the way her skin felt rubbing the material. That is, until his hand touched her. Her whole body froze. Rick had sat and watched her while she slept sound and awoke slowly. He understood everything she was feeling as she was feeling it. He knew when she remembered, he knew when she became scared and he knew when she forgot. Rick was so caught up in her, he had no idea he had even touched her, until she turned stone solid. He gave her credit for being able to register her mind and body so quickly, but he did not move his hand.

“Hello Jenna” His voice seemed to fill the room as the realization of her circumstances began to fully register.

“Who are you, how do you know my name, what do you want, how did you get in here?” The questions stumbled out with more fear in her voice than she cared to show.

“All good questions Jenna, the answers will become apparent in due time.”

Her mind raced trying to recognize his voice with no success. Obviously it was no one she knew. The thought that a stranger could just walk in her home and do such a thing shocked her. Do these things really happen to people? She asked herself. 

His hand traced up her leg to find her soft thigh.

“Your skin is so smooth Jenna, I want to touch you everywhere.”

She began to beg and plead for him to let her go, “Please, please don’t do this to me, I’m begging you. I have money, jewelry, take want you want and just leave, please!”

“I intend to.” Was his only response.

The tears stung at her eyes as she felt his hand travel up her body. She knew she was exposed for his viewing pleasure and was fully aware of his intentions. She braced herself for the assault of his hands, expecting them to be rough and demanding but found them soft, almost soothing. Rick shifted on the bed so he could reach her better. His hands traced over the silk of her gown and found her heaving breasts. Her breathing was quick, making her chest rise and fall with a sensuous rhythm. To her complete disgust her nibbles began to harden under his touch. The tears fell in a steady stream as her shame engulfed her. She tried to block out what was happening to her, but the feelings were to strong, pulling at her to give in. 

Her body jerked when she felt his lips press into her thighs, his hot breath flow over her. She began to shake with fear or tremble with desire, he couldn’t tell which, maybe even both, but he was enjoying her immensely. As he moved up his lips found her, oh how he had dreamed of this moment, he knew it would happen; it was just a matter of time. Rick’s tongue dashed out and quickly flicked over her clit. Her hips jerked up, struggling to pull away from him. As much as he enjoyed watching her thrash around trying to get free, no success came from her struggles. His hands moved from her breasts to grip her thighs tightly, trying to hold her in place as his mouth attacked her pussy. His fingers began pinching the soft flesh, knowing she would enjoy the sharp stabs of pain. Jenna started screaming for him to stop, begging and pleading, but it only seemed to encourage him even more. Rick’s tongue moved expertly over her clit, mixed with the pain in her thighs it was too much to bare. For the first time in her life Jenna struggled with all her will to hold back her pending orgasm. She couldn’t believe her body would betray her in such a way. 

Rick lifted his mouth and relief washed over her, she had no intentions of letting him know just how close she had come to giving in to him. 

His fingers dipped into her pussy, exposing her secret. She heard him moan and tried to hold back her own as his fingers slid deeply inside her.

“Enjoying yourself slut?” Rick asked. He watched as she shook her head violently; saw her hands become tight fists of tension. 

He wanted her to cum so badly and he knew just how to make her, even if it was the last thing she wanted. He had total control over her mind and body at the moment and they both knew it.

His fingers began to piston in and out of her as his thumb quickly circled her throbbing clit.

“You’re going to cum for me Jenna.” He said over her whimpering. “I know you want to. I know what a slut you are. Cum for me you little slut, let go, be the whore you know you are.”

The words were too much for her, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She began to moan and scream as her orgasm ripped through her. She’s never felt so intense or more alive. Her whole body, every pore, every inch of her felt like it was exploding. It seemed to last forever as she thrashed on the bed, this time in pleasure, not protest.

She was lost in that state of bliss women seem to drift off to after such intensity. For long moments, maybe even days she seemed to float in the pleasure. He watched her, as he so much enjoyed doing. Seeing her beautiful body respond to him like this was absolutely amazing. He longed to be inside her. Bringing her to this place once again. His shifting on the bed brought her back to reality. Shame was the first thing she felt, then amazement that some one could bring her to such heights.

She felt him at her feet, setting them free. She felt awkward at first, not sure what to do next. Her head told her to fight back, resist him. But she wanted more, so much more.

Rick slid his hands slowly up her legs, to her waist. With his knees he spread her legs apart and sat poised, inches from her. She felt the slight touch of his body above hers and almost begged him to fuck her. Rick’s lips pressed hard against hers, shocked when she responded to him with a moan. Her now free legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. He felt the desire rising in her swiftly again and knew if he were going to take her it would have to be now. Without another thought Rick slammed into her, shocking them both with the power of it. Jenna’s body responded with full force. Her hands gripped her bindings tightly trying to pull herself closer to him. Her mouth seemed to consume him as the kiss deepened. Rick was so close to exploding inside her he had to break the kiss. Then the sight of her lying there bound to her bed moaning as he fucked her did him in. He lost all control as he erupted inside her tight pussy, slamming into her so hard her head almost hit the headboard. With Jenna’s legs still wrapped around his waist he collapsed onto her. Rick didn’t plan on ending it so soon and he would have regretted it if she didn’t feel so damn good. 

The fame and guilt again filled her. Thoughts kept rolling around in her head about what a horrible person she is for enjoying that. Hell, she practically begged him to fuck her. She could feel her whole body turning red from shame when he lifted himself from her. 

Jenna opened her mouth to say something but no words would come out. What does one say after something like that? She asked herself. Rick was a little speechless himself, but only for a moment. He hadn’t expected it to be so potent. Slightly shaken he rose to get dressed. Jenna heard his movements as he dressed and she sighed with a mixture of relief and regret. She lay there quietly; unaware of what was going to happen next. Once Rick had gathered all his things he turned to her and smiled, enjoying the site of her still cuffed to the bed. He sat on the bed next to her tracing his had up and down her arm. Jenna jumped slightly when she felt his lips on her again, this time soft and sensual. She was so lost in the kiss she didn’t even notice when Rick let her wrists free. Her body began to respond to him again, purring softly. Their tongues dancing, lips pressed softly together. Jenna almost cried out when he pulled away. Rick sat up and quietly blew out the candles. Then she felt his hands on the blindfold, anxious and nervous she waited to see the man that had cause her so much pleasure and fear. Her eyes flew open only to find the room dark and just able to see his shadow next to her. He leaned in for one more kiss before he got up.

“Keep the cuffs. I’d like to use them again next time.”  

And he was gone from her room as quickly as he entered.   



The Watcher



As he approached the lane he stopped, allowing his eyes time to adjust to the darkness he checked out the area. As he looked around the car park he made out 3 cars, 2 near the entrance and 1 at the back parked in a corner.

Experience told him his best chance would be the car on it’s own so slowly he began to work his way towards it. He moved forward trying to make as little noise as possible; to get near to the car without giving his presence away was never easy.

After what seemed like an hour he found himself a couple of feet away from the rear of the car, his mouth was dry as he slowly edged toward the side window; his heart raced as it always did at this moment, discovery or success were finely separated. He tensed up, not wanting to spoil it now.

He licked his lips trying to ease the fear as he took the final step,bringing him within touching distance of the car. Inside on the back seat he could make out 2 people engaged in a passionate kiss, oblivious to anyone else the girl giggled as her companion undid the buttons on her blouse. The watcher could clearly see her right breast as her bra was pulled up allowing her boobs to spill out. The girl moaned as her boyfriend stooped and began sucking on her breast, lifting his head every minute or so to watch her nipple grow and harden. After about 5 minutes the man said something and she sat up and proceeded to slip off her panties, immediately the mans hand slid from her knee and disappeared up her skirt, causing the girl to giggle once more.

The watcher could not contain his growing excitement and slowly rubbed his hardening cock through his trousers, spellbound by the action in the car. He inched forward so his face was practically against the glass and waited, rewarded almost instantly as the girl opened her legs wide, the skirt sliding up so that her cunt was clearly visible the mans fingers moving in and out. He could see her juices on the guys’ fingers and imagined he could smell the muskiness of her cunt. Spellbound he was looking at a lovely bald cunt, not a single hair to be seen. The watcher had never seen a bald one before and it only heightened his pleasure. 

The watcher could wait no longer and unzipping his pants he pulled his cock free. He looked down at his own Impressive erection and marvelled at the shiny knob-end, a feeling of pride filling him. 

Inside the car the couple were both undressing and he could now see the mans engorged erection standing proud; the girl leaned across and began to suck his cock, her mouth teasing his tip as she wanked the base of his prick. He watched as she slowly ran her tongue down the mans cock length, licking right down to his balls and back to the tip. Laughing she sucked his balls into her mouth, her eyes watching her lover for his approval.

The watcher stroked his own erection as he marvelled at the girl’s expertise; he slowed his hand movements down not wanting to cum before the couple had fucked. His mind raced as he imagined the girls mouth working up and down his cock. Right on cue the man in the car positioned himself between the girls legs and eased his cock inside her. The watcher marvelled as his cock slid in without meeting any resistance, he instinctively increased the speed of his hand on his cock as he gazed at the couple fucking; he always got a special thrill as he tried to guess which one would cum first. 

The girl began to grind her hips into her lover, meeting his every thrust. The watcher could not hear what they were saying but he imagined she was urging her lover on, telling him harder faster.

The guy in the car was getting close now he could tell, and he watched as they both approached orgasm. The girl shuddered and let out a scream as her orgasm shot through her, her body filled with mini tremors, moments later her boyfriend followed suit. The watcher had timed it to perfection and his cum splashed on to the side of the car, one of the most violent orgasm’s he had ever managed. Looking down he could see his cum running down the side of the car. Quickly he put his now limp cock away and scurried off into the darkness.

Inside the car the couple quickly began dressing and preparing to leave, the man looked over at his wife and smiled wickedly.

"Did you see the size of the guys cock?"

"Yes, it really helped me to cum watching him wanking." she replied; leaning across to kiss her husband she added, "Thanks for letting me do this, I just love to watch them, it is such a thrill. Can we come again next week?"



The Watcher



Jim lived in the city.

He lived in a high rise apartment which he could barely afford and which left him very little extra income at the end of the month to actually enjoy the advantages the city had to offer. As time passed, he began his hobby of watching. Call him a voyeur, he did not mind. He saved his pennies and purchased first a good set of high range binoculars. Then, when he became bored with them, he invested in a fine telescope. And he became a watcher.

Over time, he developed his own habits. Yes, you could call it an obsession. He did not mind. He kept a notebook by his window to record the daily comings and goings of his favorite subjects. He tracked what time they left in the morning and what time they returned. He liked to find variances and tried to imagine what had kept them half an hour late from returning home. It was the variety that intrigued him.

One of his favorite subjects was a lovely woman he called Jenny. He had no way of knowing her real name nor did he know her actual address, only that she lived in one of the high rise buildings between 50th and 52nd street, between Park and East. He could undoubtedly pin down her exact location if he tried but he was an observer, not a stalker, so he was sufficiently happy to have this much data on her.

Her routine was very regular; she left for work between 5:35 and 5:45 every morning and returned between 6:25 and 6:35 every evening. There were of course variances in her return if she stopped off for shopping (as would be evident by her returning home with filled shopping bags) or if she met friends or the like after work.

When she did return straight home, her routine was very regular as she would open the door, shut and bolt it tightly behind her, call her cat (whom he called cat for simplicity sake), drop her keys and purse on the small table by the door, bend down to pet cat, remove her coat if she was wearing one, hang it in the small closet by the door and step through the kitchen to the bath that Jim could not see from his window. He assumed it was a bath. He could see parts of her kitchen and all of her living room and bedroom from his window. The bathroom was ostensibly next to the kitchen and across the hall from the bedroom. The bedroom and living room shared one long wall between them. 

Both opened into a small hallway. The kitchen was a short step to the right from the bedroom and the left from the living room. There was a small wall in the kitchen which provided another blind spot for Jim where she had a table and chairs to eat upon or so he assumed. He doubted she stood to eat.

On Friday nights, she always brought home take-out Chinese. On the occasional weeknight, she might order a pizza delivered from Pizza Roma's. She rarely had out of town guests but when she did she apparently enjoyed taking them to the theatre. She worked in an office that required her to dress rather sedately but on the weekends she enjoyed jeans and a casual shirt. She did not jog nor did she apparently exercise regularly. However, she did go to church every Sunday morning.

She was not the only person Jim viewed on a regular basis but she was one of his favorites because she was fairly routine in her behaviors and somewhat attractive. She did have the occasional date but did not appear to have a steady boyfriend. She also was not modest and often forgot to close the curtains before she dressed. 

She had long red curly hair and fair skin. The color of her eyes was not discernable to Jim from this distance but he guessed they were green. He surmised she had an Irish background. 

It was with some personal delight that Jim watched her shower and get dressed one Saturday evening. Apparently Jenny had a date. She took great care in getting ready. After her shower, she powdered and perfumed her body. She sat at her vanity in her bedroom and did her makeup. She put on one of her matching bra and panties sets he was sure she got at Victoria's Secret. She then slipped on a short black skirt and a white blouse. 

The gentleman showed up promptly at 8 pm. It appeared they were staying in as he brought a pizza, a bottle of wine and some videos. Jim was unsure if Jenny had seen the guy before but apparently she had. She appeared to be fairly comfortable with her date. 

They got cozy on the sofa; the video playing mindlessly, Jim saw the guy had his arm around Jenny. Jenny didn't seem to mind, even when the guy started to feel her up.

But when the guy tried to push his hand under her blouse, Jenny pushed him away. 

He was having none of it. As soon as she pushed him away, the man raised his arm and backhanded her hard across the face. Jim was so shocked he stepped back from his telescope. But he quickly regained his composure and returned to the scope. The man had one hand wrapped tightly around Jenny's throat while he stood up. He lifted Jenny and dragged her into her bedroom, tossing her down on her bed.

While Jenny tried to stand up, the man kept pushing her back down. Finally, he grabbed something, Jim couldn't see what, and flipped Jenny over, tying her wrists together behind her back. Then the man turned Jenny back over, her hands secured behind her back. He dragged her by her ankles down to the bottom of the bed. He reached under her skirt and with both hands, ripped her panties off of her body, tossing them forgotten to the floor.

The rapist ripped open Jenny's blouse and tore her bra off as easily as he had her panties. He shoved the bra in Jenny's mouth as, apparently, she had regained her fighting instinct and was screaming. Jim could see the tears in her eyes and he was horrified he could do nothing to prevent this!

The feeling of powerlessness was bile in Jim's throat as the rapist undid his pants and took out his hard cock. Pulling Jenny further down the edge of the bed, the rapist slid his cock inside her and began to fuck her with brutal, animal plunges in and out of her cunt. Jim wanted to look away but he couldn't, the scene happening before his eyes was so totally unbelievable. He continued to watch, his mind screaming in horror at what was happening to Jenny, sweet ordinary Jenny. 

The guy was pounding into her now. He had both of Jenny's legs in his arms and she appeared dazed, possibly even passed out. He was saying something to Jenny but Jim couldn't tell what. He was not a lip reader but it did appear the man may have been giving praise to Jenny. Like Jenny was doing anything to encourage him! She was just lying there, being raped! 

Still the relentless fucking continued as the man slammed into Jenny over and over. Jenny tossed and turned now on the bed, it looked to Jim as if she was trying to buck the guy off, but the guy just tightened his fingers around her thighs. Jim could see his fingertips buried into her flesh. He knew she would be bruised in the morning.

The rapist's lips kept moving, he was keeping up an unending monologue. Jim wished he could lip read or could hear what the guy was saying but he could only catch certain words like "fuck". That was easy enough to read. Jim hated this feeling of helplessness, of being forced to watch something this violent and not be able to do a thing to stop it.

No, the guy hadn't hit Jenny since the initial slap but it was obvious she was an unwilling participant. The rapist was nearly drooling now with excitement, his head back, his mouth open and then he came. Even to Jim it was obvious.

Tears were streaming down Jenny's face as the guy spilled his seed inside her. Jim groaned in agony for her as the guy bent over her, the last of his cum streaming out.

And when he was finished, he took himself out of her and looked out the window, apparently directly at Jim.

Jim was so shocked he took a step back. Then, shaking his head and blinking his eyes, he went back to his telescope. He had to be sure. He had to see the guy again. And he did. He didn't believe it at first, it couldn't be true. But he looked again. The man looking back at Jim was himself. 



The Watcher



Her stomach jumped with nervous excitement as she adjusted the focus on her new webcam. She kept the room dimly lit, so all that could be seen of her was her face, barely illuminated in the flickering glow of the monitor. She waited for him to respond, to let her know that he could see her in all her shy, nervous glory. She did not have to wait long before his message flashed up on her screen.

"You look lovely." Was his simple greeting.

She smiled her sweet smile and blushed just a little, gathering her courage and preparing herself for what she was about to do. For months, she had been conversing with a man she knew only as "the Watcher", and in the passing weeks, their nightly chats had become deeper and much more imaginative. He brought out a side of her that she hadn't been aware of. When she was online with him, she was strong and sexy and beautiful. Her right hand flew across the keys night after night as more and more erotic messages passed between them, and her left hand lay pressed into her lap, delicately touching her moist, hot pussy as their mental fucking hit hotter and hotter levels. He had given her such dizzying pleasure, and she had decided it was time for her to give him a token of her gratitude.

"Are you ready, baby?" Her message asked him.

"Oh, yes!" Was his inevitable reply. And so the show began.

She reached up and turned on the lamp, and suddenly, she was bathed in light. She sat in front of the camera dressed in a black satin robe and smiling for him and him alone. Her smouldering eyes gazed into the lens of the camera as she rose from her seat and stepped back, letting his all-seeing eyes take her all in. Just knowing that he was ogling her young body and rubbing his strong hand up and down the shaft of his swollen cock was enough to encourage her to slowly slip her robe off one shoulder. looking coyly at him, she let the soft fabric slip from her body, revealing the lacy black teddy beneath it. The feel of the cool satin sliding down her fevered white skin sent sparks through her soft, shaved pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she brought her hands up to her full firm breasts, feeling her small sensitive nipples stiffen under the sheer lace of her lingerie. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she slid her hands down her stomach and her thighs, drawing his attention to her black garter belt and thigh-high stockings. She pressed her palms between her legs as she sat back down and she painfully slowly parted her legs, unsnapping the crotch of her teddy and peeling it back to give the Watcher his first-ever peek at the pale pink folds of her hot damp pussy. 

"Oh god, you're making my dick so hard!" he told her, his voice booming through her computer speakers, his hands obviously too busy to type. She pictured his big cock, hard and throbbing in his hand as he watched her and stroked harder. She imagined the shiny beads of precum glistening on the tip of his dick and she ached to taste it. As her thoughts wandered, so did her hands, and in moments she had her legs spread wide and her fingers tickled her sweet pink clit. She reached out one damp, pussy-scented hand and switched on her own mic so he could hear the sounds of her lust.

"Mmmmm....god you make me so wet!" she moaned as she slipped two slender fingers into her tight hole and gently started fucking herself, her hips pumping to match the probing rhythm of her hand. She brought her free hand up to her chest and pulled her big tits out of her bodice, licking her index finger and using it to tease one small pink nipple. She could hear the Watcher's desperate moans and the unmistakable slapping sounds of his feverish masturbation. She moaned louder and brought one firm white tit toward her mouth, licking and suckling at her own hard sexy nipple, her fingers stabbing in and out of her virgin-tight cunt. She reluctantly pulled her small fingers out and rubbed her sweet-smelling pussy juices on her nipples, licking them off lustfully as she reached for her favorite toy, a nine-inch rubber vibrator.

"Oooooooooooh, you sexy little princess! Show me how bad you want this big cock!" the Watcher growled between loud heated moans. She slowly licked and teased the big thick cock in her hand, staring sexily into the camera....into the eyes of her lover. His deep moans of ecstasy rumbled in her ears as she slid the vibrator slowly down her throat.

"Oh yes, that's my girl.....suck that big cock for me honey!" his voice begged raggedly, and she feasted on the sounds of his dick pounding through his fist. She sucked harder and deeper, desperate to make her lover cum all over himself. She rubbed her aching, cock-hungry pussy for his viewing pleasure, waiting for him to command her to shove that toy deep inside her wet, tight, horny little cunt. She didn't have to wait long. 

"Oooooooh FUCK Princess! Slide that big dick into your cunt. You know you want it......uuunnnhhhh fuck it for me baby!" He begged, his breathing hard and shallow. She turned up the speakers until his moans and rapid slapping noises filled every corner of the room. She pulled the slippery rubber cock from her mouth and parted the glistening lips of her pussy so he could watch that big dick push it's way into her. She moaned deeply and pushed her hips forward, forcing her toy deeper and deeper, inch by fiercely vibrating inch. She moaned and whimpered, and she listened to him growling and manically jerking off. She fucked herself harder, faster, thinking of him, imagining every throbbing, pulsing vein of his cock invading her. She rode that magnificent pounding dick hard and fast until she felt her pussy clamp around it, and her orgasm washed over her, shaking her to the core. She screamed for him, tossing her head back and arching her back severely, her body glowing with sweat.

" Oh god, I'm cumming for you Princess!" He screamed as his grunts and moans reached a fevered pitch and she could swear she heard the hard powerful squirts of his perfect cock as he spewed thick, sticky cum all over himself. 

She was still trying to catch her breath when she clicked the camera off and they made arrangements for their next episode.



The Watcher



Comments always welcomed.

While visiting a friend in the hospital today, I developed a real need for a cigarette and asked at the information desk if there was somewhere I could grab a much needed smoke. After much rolling of her eyes and shaking of her head, she directed me to a small gazebo set well away from anything and everything that could possibly cause an existing patient to snort even the smallest molecule of cancer causing second hand smoke.

The gazebo was small, about eight feet in diameter, with four small wooden benches crowded around the entrance. There were already three other hard core smokers in it when I arrived; two of whom seemed to have the habit, but had no smokes. I'm a very generous guy under most circumstances and this being no different, gave each of them two cigarettes apiece before I had finished the one that I lit.

"Do you have an extra one?"

This from a young guy with a shaved head and tribal tattoos around his neck, wearing a full sweat suit plus a sweat jacket in 88 degree temperatures and with the fingers on his right hand stained a deep shade of nicotine orange.

"Yeah, I need one too, if you can spare it."

The woman that asked this almost defies explanation. Her hair looked as though it had been cut by a very drunk barber wielding a pair of badly dulled hedge trimmers. Her clothes, while clean, looked as though they were designed for a woman three sizes smaller than she.

The third smoker...ah,...what a piece of work she was! She was an older woman, probably in her young sixties, with natural looking light blond hair done in a very attractive French braid. She was short, maybe five six or so, dressed in tight jeans and a yellow blouse that had a small, narrow zipper in the front instead of buttons. She wore a pair of open toed sling back sandals that showed off her obviously recent pedicure. She also wore a pair of glasses with the lenses colored a dark smoky hue that left me wondering exactly what color her eyes actually were.

She was reading a book, a mystery I think it was, and had a Bic lighter sitting on top of an empty pack of cigarettes.

"Would you care for a smoke?" I asked, as I arched my eyebrows and inclined my head towards the other two, implying that I had already taken care of them and that now, it was her turn.

"Yes, please," she said and took the offered cigarette. "I'm sort of stuck here for the moment. You see, my niece accidentally took my car keys when she left here a while ago. I tried to call her on my cell but the damn thing got ornery and died."

I took the cell phone off my belt, offering it to her and asked if she wanted to use it to call anyone.

"No, I'm fine here. They know where I am, and as soon as they get the message I managed to get through before the damn thing died, they'll be back to return my keys so that I can go on home."

We started to talk of books and our favorite authors, of what we had read and what we wanted to read in the future. Time passed quickly and our other two smokers left the gazebo, scratching their heads and thinking that for all this time, they thought books were to level uneven table legs or perhaps to support an aquarium that wasn't quite sitting right.

I mentioned that I had a couple of books that a friend had given me that I had already read. They were by James Clavell and worthy of a read if she wanted them. I told her that they were in my truck parked just a few spaces away from were we were and that she could have them if she wanted them. I couldn't see her eyes but her facial expression spoke volumes as I walked to my truck and returned shortly with both large books in my hands.

She gave me her thanks and said how nice it was to meet someone with similar interests in reading. I agreed whole-heartily and bent over to pull my pants cuff over my boot. I sat back up and offered her another cigarette from my quickly dwindling pack. As she leaned over to take it from my hand, I noticed that the zipper on her blouse had been pulled down about three inches and I could see well below the top of her bra.

She uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly; her tight jeans showcasing her crotch, the seam tightly pressed against her pussy, and then leaned forward, resting her forearms on her knees.

"I actually live very close to here," she told me, "we could walk from here and be there in fifteen minutes. That is, if you wanted too."

"I'd like that very much and the walk would do me good. I could use the exercise."

"I don't think you have to worry about the exercise part," she said, as she stood and smoothed her tight jeans down her legs, "at all."

We walked away from the little gazebo and headed towards her house. She took my hand in hers and squeezed lightly.

"I hope you don't get the wrong idea about me, she said, "it's been ages since I've asked a man over to my house, and never, one that I just met."

"No husband or boyfriend in your life?" I asked.

"My husband died suddenly three years ago and to tell you the truth, I've been afraid to let anyone else get close to me."

"Afraid?"

"Well, let's just say that I have...certain needs, and finding someone that understands these needs has, up until now, been difficult. My family and close friends think I'm always very prim and proper and I wouldn't want to disappoint them."

"Needs?" I asked, stopping briefly to look at her. "You've certainly grabbed my attention with that remark. What makes you think that I'll understand?"

"That's just it. I don't know if you will or not, but I picked up on several things you said as we were talking earlier. I had a hunch that you might be able to help me out and that's why I took a chance."

"Well, what are your needs?" I asked, smiling at her, "are you going to tell me or is this something I have to guess?"

"You'll find out soon enough," she said, as we turned to walk up the sidewalk to her house, "because we're here."

She opened the door and I followed her inside. Her living room was well appointed with leather couch and chairs. There were family photographs adorning one wall and a well stocked bookcase that went from the floor to the ceiling, on the other. She asked if I wanted something to drink and I told her yes.

"Have a seat on the couch," she said, "I'll be right back."

I watched her as she walked away from me, her ass swinging from side to side, slowly and seductively; she knew exactly where I was looking. Then, to reinforce what I had just thought, she glanced back over her shoulder and winked.

I heard her in her kitchen humming a long forgotten song, and then the tinkling of ice as it cascaded down the side of a glass and of liquid being poured. A spoon, swirling the iced beverage, and then, quiet. I waited patiently on the couch, my mind conjuring scenarios as to what she might have in mind and what might actually play out.

After an absence of ten minutes, she breezed back into the room, iced beverages in hand, her jeans and shirt exchanged for a long, blue satin robe. She walked in front of me and sat my drink on the coffee table; her perfume enveloped my senses and it was intoxicating.

She took a seat beside me and tucked one of her legs under her ass in the way that only a woman can manage, and then turned towards me and placed her arm across the back of the couch,

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"Yes, very," I replied, leaning back into the plush leather couch. "Now, about those needs of yours."

She took a cigarette out of a silver box on the coffee table, tapped the filtered end several times and lit it. She inhaled deeply and then slowly let the smoke drift out.

"I like to be watched," she said, "watched as I do rather intimate things to myself.

"My husband came home from work earlier than usual, one day and walked in on me while I had a large rubber cock stuffed up my ass and another one in my pussy. I thought he was going to be pissed, but it turned him on to see me fuck myself like that. It turned me on that he was watching and I actually came better than I ever had that day.

"As time passed, I asked him if he would mind bringing home some select friends and let them watch me as I preformed for their pleasure. It drove me wild seeing those men, sometimes as many as five, sitting here on this couch with their pants down around their ankles and stroking those hard cocks in their hands as they watched me fuck myself.

"Sometimes, if I was exceptionally turned on, and I almost always was, I'd suck them off until they shot their hot cum all over my tits. My husband loved to watch me suck those cocks. When the show as over and the men had gone, he could hardly wait to fuck me right here on this couch until we both had very wet orgasms.

"God, it's made me so hot and wet just telling you about it. Will you help me? Will you watch me make myself cum?"

Before I could answer her with anything other than a nod of my head, she leaned over and stubbed out her cigarette and then untied the sash holding her robe closed and tossed it off her shoulders. She turned and laid against the end of the couch, throwing one leg over the back and put her other leg on the floor. She was fully nude and wide open for my enjoyment.

Her breasts were large and firm, her nipples hard as she tweaked them with her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned as she trailed one of her hands slowly down her flat stomach to her hairy patch below. Her nether lips were large and puffy as she rubbed her fingers slowly up and down her already wet slit and then stopped at her clit and stroked it lightly, brushing her fingernails across her swollen nub.

"Oh, yessss, I love to touch myself while you watch," she moaned, "take your cock out and stroke it for me.

I stood and unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear down past my hips and sat down. My eyes never left sight of her touching herself and my cock was already as hard as a rail. Pre cum was slowly seeping from my cock and I wiped it on my shaft. My hand closed around it and started to stroke myself as I watched her.

She pulled her pussy lips open and I could see her juice dripping from her hot hole. She put two fingers at the entrance and slowly sank them until she couldn't go any further.

"Ahhh, damn, this feels so good," she moaned, as her hand picked up the tempo and worked her fingers faster in and out of herself.

Her other hand was busy kneading and tugging at her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples hard. Her head was back and her eyes closed as she strived for her release. I could smell her musky arousal and see her juices flowing out of her as her fingers fucked her cunt hard.

"Do you like watching me fuck myself, baby?" She asked, opening her eyes and looking at me, her tongue licking her lips. "Are you getting ready to shoot cum for me, baby?"

"God, yes!" I exclaimed, "very fucking soon."

"Stand next to me and put your hard cock in my mouth." She said, as she shifted her position. "I want to taste your cock before you cum."

I stood and shuffled towards her, my cock, a rigid pole leading the way. She opened her mouth and I pushed my cock inside.

"That's it baby, suck my cock. Oh God, I'm so close."

Her tongue swirled around the top of my cock and then would take all of me deep in her throat. She matched her movement to her own frantic fingering. Her pussy juice squirted out around her flying fingers and landed like rain on the couch. Her cunt was soaking wet and she pulled her knees up to her chest as her first orgasm rolled over her body.

"I'm gonna cum, baby, oh God, I'm cumming now!" I cried.

She spit my cock out and lay her head on the end rest of the couch and took my cock in her hand, pointing it at her chest.

"Cum on my tits, baby, she moaned, "cover my tits with your hot cum!"

She stroked my cock twice and I couldn't hold back another second. The first thick, white rope of cum, exploded out of my cock and landed between her tits. She moved her hand slightly and the second and third stream landed on both of her nipples, then slid slowly down to coat her breasts.

"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming hard, baby." She screamed, as her hips beat a tattoo on the leather surface of her couch and I saw a stream of liquid squirt from her cunt and pool beneath her ass.

Her hands went to her chest and began to rub the still warm cum onto her tits; her hips dry humping the air as she came again and again.

"Oh baby, that felt so good when I came for you." She said smiling broadly. "Did you like watching me?"

"I've never seen anything like it before. You were like a wild woman when you fucked yourself."

"If you liked that baby, just wait a little while." She said, as she touched my quickly diminishing cock. "I want your cock in my mouth again and then I want you to fuck my pussy hard."



The Watcher



He was out there; I could feel his eyes upon me. He did not know that I knew he was there and that made things even better. I liked him to watch me through the window. He was there almost every night now and I made sure that it was worth his time to be there behind the tree in my backyard. I left all of the curtains open and lights on so he had a good view inside. 

The first time I became aware of him I was angry that he would dare peep in my window. But when the realization of what an opportunity I had in my own back yard sank in I was totally turned on. You see I am a secret exhibitionist. I like to show myself off but I don't want anyone to know of my naughty side. My Peeping Tom watched and I did not know him, so I was not shy. It was like having permission to be bad and that was a very good thing. 

Things started off innocent enough. I walked around my home in a cotton tank and pair of comfy boxers. The tank top was old and getting thin, and you could see my pink nipples through it. The boxers were big and baggy, but I rolled them down my hips just to the top of my ass crack. This outfit was nothing fancy, but it was comfortable and it looked pretty sexy. I stood in front of the window and looked at my own reflection in the window. I knew he was there and I stood with the light behind me to outline my body. I pretended I did not know he was there and I was just looking outside at the night sky. The light was behind me silhouetting my body and teasing his eyes.

I reached up and pretended to stretch and arched my back, my nipples were hard and they thrust forward against the soft thin cotton. I tilted my head back while doing this and shook my hair loose. Then I lowered my arms to the back of my neck and lifted my long brown waves up off my neck and rubbed it with my other hand pretending my neck was sore. I shook my waist length hair and let it fall down my back in loose waves. Then I ran my hands through its silky soft length. I was getting hot and I knew he was too, yes, I could see his shadow behind the tree still. My lips had a mind of their own and twitched slightly upwards. I moistened them with the tip on my pink tongue making them shine.

I walked over to the TV and found something to pretend to watch. I sank down to the couch. Should I go ahead and let him see more than he ever dreamed of? I had never really done anything like this before and it was making me wet just thinking about it. Just thinking about really going through with my dirty thoughts was giving me the courage I needed to follow them through. I got up and turned the overhead light off and turned on the dimmer table lamp. It lit up where I was sitting and nothing else with a soft yellow glow. He could still see me sitting on the couch in a pool of soft light, the rest of the room in darkness except for the flickering television screen. 

I pretended to watch TV but my mind was a million miles from the program in front of me. I lowered my hands to the bottom of my shirt and slid them up my flat stomach. The thrill of letting him watch me feel myself made my breath quicken and my breasts heave. I had not even done really raunchy yet. I caressed my soft stomach skin feeling the taught muscles beneath. My hands trailed upwards to my pert breasts and hard nipples. I closed my eyes and trailed my fingers around each nipple making them even harder. I squeezed each breast gently and it felt so wonderful. I pulled the tank top up to the bottom of my breasts showing my flat stomach with the cute little dragonfly that pierced my bellybutton glimmering in the dim light.

This was so hot that I pulled the shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor beside my feet. The cool air upon my exposed breasts made my nipples pucker up and harden even more than they had been before. My hands were moving with a mind of their own now. I wished I had some lotion for my hands to spread upon my breasts but I had not planned this, it was a very spur of the moment. So I licked my fingers and made my nipples slippery. I was feeling that familiar tingle in my pussy it would not be long before my hands would be inside those boxers giving my wet pussy the attention it was crying out for.

The big question here, was I going to continue or should I shut the lights off and finish what I had started? Would my friend behind the bush move on if I showed him everything too quickly? I decided to keep something for another night of fun. I flicked off the TV with the remote and picked up my shirt but did not put it on. My breasts were swollen from my attentions and they swayed gently as I walked to the lamp. I bent to reach under the lamp and before I turned it off the light fell directly onto my damp breasts making them shine in the lamplight. I turned the knob and darkness fell. I could feel his disappointment through the glass but I knew he would be back. I smiled to myself with the pleasure. 

I walked topless through my house shutting off the lights and going into my bedroom. I threw my shirt on the bed. I was horny as hell and showing myself to my friend outside my window was very exciting. I clicked the lights out and pulled off my boxers. The cool night air felt so nice upon my bare body. It caressed me with its coolness and made my warm spots tingle. My hands itched to touch my soft pussy, but not yet. I had wished earlier for some lotion so I was going to do exactly that. A massage was just what I wanted. I went to my night table and got my favourite jasmine scented lotion. I lay down upon my bed with my pillows propped behind me. As I opened the lotion the smell of the jasmine assaulted my nose and as always made me wet. It was such a sensual smell and always seemed to make me more excited.

I tilted the bottle and let the lotion dribble out onto my bare breasts. The coldness made my breasts flinch but it felt very erotic on my warm skin. I lay the bottle beside me and let my hands glide over my soft smooth breasts feeling the hard nipple in the center of each one. The lotion made my hands slip over my chest with ease and made my pussy tingle in anticipation. My breath was coming quicker now and I was mashing my hands into my slick but smooth skin. I could feel it building deep within me, the heat, was very intense and coming quicker now. It would not be much longer and I would reach my climax. My hands worked my nipples pressing them into my chest and then pulling them out till it pinched a bit. 

I moaned and my back arched. My hands slid underneath my breast and kneaded that secret soft spot. Back up around to the center to tease my nipples, pushing and pulling them quickly. It happened, my soft hot pussy was flooded with my warm juices. The pink lips contracting with each wave and pushing more pussy juice down my thighs to make a pool upon my sheets. I slowly released the muscles of my ass and the tension of my climax was released. I was limp from the intensity of my orgasm. I slept peacefully and did not wake till the next morning. 

Would my watcher return? I hoped he would, in fact I was sure he would be back. With this thought in the back of my mind all day long I actually could not wait till evening to come. I had put a nice new bottle of that jasmine lotion on the end table beside the remote. Was this being a tease? Perhaps, but he was there to watch was he not? 

It seemed like the day was endless, time dragged slowly by. Maybe because I was anticipating being watched. You know the old adage, a watched pot never boils, and well it's true. I was going stir crazy waiting. Maybe I should make a few plans on just what I wanted to do. How far should I take things? It had felt so wonderful to show him my breasts the night before. Just thinking of it was making my panties wet. I needed to think of something else and quickly or I would never last till nightfall. 

Finally after a long day of waiting night was falling and I was so ready for my visitor to arrive. I did not turn on the bright lights tonight but just the dim table lamp that pooled it's light over my couch. I went through the motions of pretending it was a normal night at home, but deep down I knew this was something new for me. I puttered around the kitchen for a bit and made sure to splash water on my shirt making it cling to my body. I could feel his eyes upon me, my mouth curved in a grin. I could see the dim outline of his body behind the tree. I pretended to wipe the water off my shirt but in reality I was pressing it against my skin making the shirt cling even tighter.

The kitchen work was finished, so I grabbed a big glass of water and shut the lights off and left the room. I went into my bedroom to change, but tonight I left the curtains wide open. I pulled my wet shirt up over my head exposing my creamy white breasts. The cold water had puckered my nipples making them hard and erect. I lowered my hands to the waistband of my jeans unbuttoning the button and lowering the fly. I had waited all day for this, to expose myself to the eyes outside. I tugged the snug jeans down my hips and dropped them on the floor. I was standing there in my pink cotton bikini panties and that was all. It felt deliciously wicked. I bent over to pick up my clothes from the floor making sure that he could see my profile and the curve of my breasts from behind the tree. 

I walked over to the clothes hamper and dropped the dirty clothes inside. Then I pulled off the panties giving him a view of my round ass and tossed them inside with my other clothes. However I did not show him my pussy yet, let the anticipation build. I wanted him hard and not able to keep his hands from his cock. I pulled the baggy boxers from the night before on and covered my lower half. I turned and walked over to the dresser, my breasts swaying in time with my hips and pulled another thin cotton tank top from the drawer. Before pulling it over my head I took the elastic out of my hair and let it fall around my shoulders. The softness caressing and ticking me, I tossed it behind my back and gave it a shake to loosen it up into it natural waves. I knew that my breasts were swaying with each movement and that it must look very sensual. 

To make things look normal I knew I had to put my top on, but I really did not want to. Sighing to myself I pulled the tank top over my head, then reached and pulled my long brown hair out to billow behind me. I turned on the bedside lamp and turned the overhead light off, let the show begin now. Yes this was just a preview of what was to come, no pun intended. The scene was set in the bedroom if I chose to go there, I smiled to myself and turned and walked from the room. I walked into the dimly lit living room and plopped myself onto the couch in front of the TV. Like last night I pretended to look for a good show. I found something I might watch, but I have no clue what it was. I was not watching it, but thinking of the man outside looking in instead. 

I stretched out and placed one hand upon my stomach. My fingers lazily played with the hem of the tank top, this one was a bit shorter and tighter than the one I wore last night. It slowly rode up over my bellybutton letting the dragonfly glitter in the dim light. My fingers trailed over my smooth stomach back and forth, their soft touch teasing the eyes outside and myself. Slowly my hands went further up to my breasts touching the nipples and feeling the cotton between my fingers and breasts was maddening. The shirt had to go soon. I let my head fall back my hair fall around me like a chocolate colored cloud. My hands were kneading my soft breasts and mashing the soft cotton into them. My hands had a mind of their own and before I realized it the shirt was off and my hands were touching my bare breasts. 

I could no longer ignore my pussy, it was screaming for attention too. I quickly pulled the boxers off and lay upon the couch my hands caressing my body everywhere. My hand went to my pussy and stroked it gently. I opened my legs wide giving my friend outside a good look at my pink moist pussy lips. The inner lips glistened in the light and my finger could feel the wetness. I dipped my finger inside and brought it to my mouth and licked it clean. It tasted as sweet as it smelled; there is no other taste or smell in the world like a woman when she is ready for love. My clit was red and swollen and crying out for my fingers to just touch it. But I did not, not yet anyway. 

I was naked on my couch; legs spread wide and totally turned on. I reached for that bottle of jasmine lotion. I opened it and the scent of jasmine assaulted my nostrils. My breath was coming quicker already. I drizzled the lotion onto my exposed breast and repeated last nights massage. But tonight I was not going to climax as quickly. I knew his eyes were riveted upon me and nothing was going to pull them off of my window now. However I could see he was no longer behind the tree, he was in front of the tree standing in plain view. He was a dark siloutte still. I looked out the window directly at him letting him know I could see him. 

I lowered my hands to my wet pussy, stroking it silky smoothness. The heat was there waiting for my hands to fulfill its needs. However I choose to tease. I looked at the watcher once more and then I lowered my head to the back of the couch. I sat with one hand upon my breasts and one between my wide-open legs. My hand stroked up and then down and it felt so sensual and erotic I almost came right away. I lowered my other hand and stretched my nether lips wide-open so he could see right inside of my glistening wet pussy. Then I lowered one finger inside feeling its silky smoothness. I moved it slowly within myself finding the secret little spot that makes women gush out their juices. Oh this was delicious. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and licked it clean once again. 

Then lowered my hand once more. This time I inserted two fingers inside as far as they would reach. I slowly but gently fucked myself with my fingers. I was totally oblivious to the man outside my window now. I could care less if he was there or not. I think I would almost have let him in to fuck me by this point. I was self absorbed in masturbating and did not notice the face peering into the window. My hand slid in and out of my dripping pussy and was quickening its pace with each stroke. I forced my hand to slow its pace and looked up to see if my friend was still watching, but he was not there anymore. 

Where did he go? Why did he leave? I was saddened by his departure. I could not stop what I had started though. I continued assaulting my pussy with my hand. I thought I might well finish off if my audience was gone. I heard a noise outside, the sound of one of my patio chairs being moved beneath the window. So he did not leave after all, my hand slowed its pace and my mouth curved upwards involuntarily. I continued fucking myself slowly but raised my head to look out the window, I could see his shape sitting on my deck and his hand was stroking his cock. I watched him liking the effect I was having on a strange man. He was so close but yet so far away and I needed a good fucking. 

I stood and walked to the window and opened it wide. I stood there letting the cool night air wash over my exposed burning skin. My hands lifted each full breast and caressed them. I looked directly at him with my burning eyes letting him know he could come inside if he so chose. I turned and slowly walked back to the couch and lay down upon it. I threw one leg up over the back and let one foot touch the floor. I continued to touch myself wishing it were the man outside touching me. My body was burning to be touched and my pussy was burning to be fucked. I drove my fingers deep inside and fucked myself. I had no more control now, what was to happen would. I could feel the tension building and it needed released soon. I teased my swollen red clit with one hand, flicking the bud between my fingers while fucking my red pussy lips with my other hand. My hips were arching upwards and I knew soon I would have one of the largest orgasms I had ever had in my entire life.

God I had never felt like this before and I totally loved it. It was coming the release my body was screaming out for. I could feel it building deep within me and my mind was screaming for it to come. Yessss I was cuming, it felt like I was melting inside and what had melted was pouring out of my pussy and gushing over my fingers. My pussy clenched my fingers like a vice and with each squeeze a new wave of cum flowed from between my pussy lips to flow over my hand. My hand was soaked, the couch was soaked, the room smelled of pussy juice and I was a heap of spent woman. I could not move so I lay on the couch in the puddle of my own making and just enjoyed the sensations flowing through me. 

As I lay there I heard a soft whisper "Thank you. Good-bye my sweet lady." He would not return for what could top what had just occurred? It was one the most erotic experiences in my entire life and entirely perfect.



The Watcher



I was online late one night when I got an IM from my friend Sally.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"Just lookin' at some dirty pictures," I replied.

"Then I'm sure you're up."

"This is true." I wrote. And I was. In between typing, I was stroking my rock-hard erection. A photo of a luscious nude woman giving a sensuous blowjob was on the screen.

"I love porn," Sally wrote, sending me a link to a photo of a hot couple fucking.

"Do you? I thought most women didn't."

"Definitely. Me and R. watch it before we get into it. I really like the lezzie stuff."

"I've always wondered what it would be like to make one," I wondered

"Think you could get it up? Many guys want to but can't. Too much pressure."

"Not be in it. I mean be there on the set."

"Ahhh."

"I read an interview with a female porn director and she said she gets so excited by watching all the sex, and she insists that her cast do it for real."

"Sex LOOKS so amazing."

"It does. It must be so hard to stay cool during something like that." 

You've never seen people fucking?" Sally asked.

"Not in real life."

"That's what I meant."

"I do wonder what it would be like."

"Would it turn you on?" she asked.

"Depends. It might be hard to watch and not have any."

"Might be hard. LOL"

"But it intriques me..how about you?"

"I've seen my friend Lana and her guy. It was hot. I think having someone watch me might be hot. Have to try it some time."

"Well...if you're looking for volunteers"

"You wanna watch me and R? It's his big fantasy.."

"Are you serious?"

"Sure. I'm comfortable with you."

"Yeah, then...if he's okay with it..."

"I'll ask."

"You serious?"

"Yep"

A few days went by and I got an e-mail from Sally saying R. was game and to call her. He was her new extramarital affair, and I'd never met him but she'd said they had amazing sexual chemistry and were beginning to explore it. She and I later talked on the phone and she said we would all meet after work for dinner and then go to her apartment. 

"You're really okay with this?" I asked.

"Yeah...it should be kind of cool. You've never seen me naked..."

"No, that's true. And I may be jealous..."

"Well, that's your risk...I don't think R. wants to share, but you can get yourself off while you watch us."

"I'll have to see how I feel," I said, unable to believe that this was actually happening.

The workday before the big evening was a crawl of anxious anticipation and I could barely concentrate. The idea of watching Sally have sex really turned me on, but I constantly wondered if I'd feel kind of lonely, awkward and left out. Yet this chance was too rare and too good to pass up. 

So we met at midtown burger joint and I found that R. was a decent, friendly guy, a little husky, mid-40s, wearing jeans and a baseball jacket. Sally wore tight black jeans and a pink sweater, her curly red hair spilling over shoulders. She looked absolutely delicious, and she and R. were free and easy and a little giddy as the drinks flowed. The food came and the plates went as our conversation wandered through mundane subjects.

Finally, R. put down his beer mug and said, "So you like to watch, huh?"

"I don't know," I said. "But I'm willing to find out."

"Then let's go fuck!" said Sally, winking at me and playfully nibbling on R.'s ear.

We took a cab back to her place and had a few more beers. After a while, they sat next to each other on the sofa, with me about four feet across from them in a cushioned chair. The talk was beginning to hit nervous lulls when Sally leaned over and began kissing R.'s neck. I felt a bolt of excitement shoot through me as he pulled her close and kissed her as her hand caressed its way down his shirt to the crotch of his jeans where she squeezed and rubbed. Their embrace intensified as his hand ran up under her sweater, pushing it up so I could see her creamy skin and part of her black bra.

They kissed and caressed like this for a few minutes, their breath quickening. Sally purred encouragement as R. unfastened the top of her jeans, lowered the zipper and ran his hand down into her panties. Her hips rose slightly to meet his strokes and he shifted lower to nuzzle at her still covered breasts.

I was beginning to get hard when Sally stood up, her eyes narrowed with arousal, and peeled her sweater off. Dropping it on the floor, she slowly pulled down her jeans, revealing a black thong. Stepping out of her pants, she turned and knelt in front of R. Her firm round ass looked gorgeous. "You'll have to move if you want to see this better," she said, as she unfastened the top of his jeans.

Moving my chair to a better angle, I watched her lovingly pull R.'s penis out. It was thick, with a big pink head, which she began gently licking in slow swirls as she gently stroked. R.'s semi-hard cock continued to swell and stiffen, and I realized mine was starting to ache. It was such a turn on to watch her sucking him so slowly and deeply as she if was savoring the taste of his penis. Sally cooed with delight and arousal as he lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying deep pleasure. At one point, she tugged at his waistband and slid his jeans down and off. He had shaved his pubic hair close and his hard-on looked huge.

Sally continued to give slow, sensuous head for several minutes, occasionally kissing his belly or his balls, sometimes while glancing at me, sometimes licking at his anus and always obviously savoring the hot, hard cock in her mouth. 

Finally, R. sat forward and lifted Sally by the arms. As she stood, he pulled her thong off her hips. Her pussy mound was topped by a small inverted triangle of red hair that pointed to her pink pussy lips and slit. R's face quickly covered them, his hands grabbing her ass and pulling him into her as she tossed her head back and let a moan of ecstasy fill the air. I gazed at her luscious ass as he licked and nuzzled her pussy. 

"Mmmm, ohhh yeah, sweet baby. You go there," she cried, spreading her legs a little farther apart as she ran her hands through his thick black hair.

I was now filled with the urge to take out my cock but I still felt a little too awkward. All I could do was discreetly press my bulge with the heel of my hand while while I watched this woman in a black bra, pink calf-high socks, and nothing else enjoy receiving some head. I wanted to come when she disengaged from R., and perched herself on the arm of the sofa with her knees together and her round ass in the air, about face-high with her lover. His eyes were aglow with lust and I could see the pink puckered slit of her asshole as R. ran his big hands over each of her cheeks, spreading them wider. He kissed them and then began to lick, eagerly rimming Sally, who rested her head on her arms and gazed at me, occasionally wiggling her hot buna in R's face as he ate out her backside. "Mmmm, that feels so good," she sighed. "Mmmmm...I love your tongue in my ass..."

At this point, I thought I'd come in my pants if I touched myself again. After several minutes, Sally stood up, pushed R. back against the sofa, grabbed his big stiff dick and guided it into her cunt as she sat on his lap. Her ass bounced and jiggled erotically as he pistoned into her, their moans of pleasure a call and response rhythm.

So this is what it's like to watch two people fuck, I thought. It was pretty damn hot. It was electrifying when Sally stood up, turned around so I had a full frontal view of her, and sat back down R's stiff cock. Removing her bra to free her sweet round tits and their pointed pink nipples, she gathered her hair in both hands, a look of complete sexual ecstasy on her face as R. caressed and squeezed her breasts. Our eyes met as Sally's pelvis rose and fell, rose and fell on R.'s penis. She ran a finger slowly over her pussy mound, occasionally teasing her clit, then licked her finger as she gazed at me. 

Finally, she leaned back onto R. spreading her legs as wide as she could as if to say, "Here, this is what you want to see" and I stared in complete horniness at her sexy glistening pussy, R.'s heavy balls and pistoning cock as it disappeared into her only to quickly reappear almost up to the head, her creamy thighs, her soft naked belly and her fully aroused tits...and that look on her face as he kissed her neck. She was flushed, her chest pink, close to orgasm, the sharp scent of her pussy filling the air....and then they both cried out and convulsed at the same time, Sally grinding hard against R. until they finally collapsed back in a satisfied heap.

I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life.

"Well, that was nice," she said after a few minutes of recovery, rising and gasping, "Oh, dear!" as a big stream of cum coursed down the inside of her thigh. "I hope you enjoyed that."

"Oh, yeah," was all I could rasp. And I have to say that after I got home, I got myself off three times in the space of two hours just running the whole experience through my mind. 

The next day I got an e-mail from Sally. She wanted to know if I'd be interested in videotaping them....



The Watcher



So this is what I have been reduced to, he thought to himself as he looked through the bars of his cell.

He had been arrested and booked on charges of indecent exposure, flashing a woman in the parking lot of a nearby fancy restaurant.

How else was 21-year-old Scotty Jenkins going to get his kicks, his penis way too large for any woman to try and take him inside her.

He had began flashing girls a few years earlier, none of which gave him the satisfaction he was looking for. They would all just scream and run, calling him names like scumball and pervert, and then running to get help. He was always too quick for the authorities though, always able to run from capture. He had been, after all, a track star in high school.

Those were the days when girls would flock to him - he was so popular with his good grades, his status as an athlete, and his good looks. But God did it hurt him when it was time to have sex, the women he dated would run screaming from his overtly large phallus. It was a frightening thing what he had between his legs, an obscenely huge piece of meat that dangled down almost halfway to his knees. He was still a virgin because of his size, a bitter irony for him to swallow since so many people had often thought bigger meant better. In poor Scotty's case, he was too big for his own good.

But on this day, that was about to change.

He sat staring out through the bars of his cell, just waiting for someone to bail him out. He called one of his friends from his dorm at college, but that buddy of his did not have the necessary large sum of money it would take to get Scotty out of jail.

He wondered how on earth he had been caught flashing - everything went as planned. He walked up alongside an elegantly-dressed woman strolling to her car, pulled down his sweatpants and asked her what she thought of his penis.

She didn't scream like the others - she was actually on the verge of saying something, maybe even complimentary - when the flash of car lights came around the corner and Scotty was forced to dress himself and run for cover.

That woman was awfully beautiful, he thought to himself, her blonde hair accenting the dark blue in her eyes. He saw her long enough to know she had a nice figure underneath the dress she was wearing - her legs stocking-clad and her breasts partially exposed for good reason - they were awfully big and perfectly-pert.

She would have been the perfect woman for Scotty to flash - like he had thought to himself earlier, she was just on the verge of admiring his piece when that damn car came speeding into the parking lot and frightened him away.

Maybe she would have been the one to finally ask for him to masturbate for her. But he would never find out, so it seemed at the moment.

Scotty gave up on steady girlfriends for a while, too sick of getting so involved with a girl just to find out she had to break up with him because, as so many of his ex-girlfriends said, "it's just too big. This just won't work."

Showing a girl up front right away what he had would be a quicker way of finding out if that girl would give him a chance. He thought it was a good idea. He thought that plan would lead to sex, not to jail.

The minutes crawled by now, the young man not even sure what time it was. He was arrested sometime around 11 at night, and it had to be at least 6 or 7 the next morning.

Thinking of that hot woman he had flashed even tempted him to want to masturbate. But doing it in a jail cell would take too much effort in order not to get caught, not to mention the effort of both of his hands due to his size.

Why did women not want to give him a try, he thought to himself. Some of them would let him penetrate them for a few seconds, but then they would say he was hurting them and he had to stop.

Scotty was just too disgusted to think even more about his problem, and he began to doze off. In his semi-sleep he had dream-like images of the woman in the parking lot, her blonde hair blowing through the breeze, her large breasts pushing against her tight dress, her perfume almost as enticing as her looks. But a loud clang suddenly awoke Scotty, the sound of a billy club being knocked against the bars of his cell.

It was an officer, and he told the boy he had been bailed out.

"By who?" asked Scotty, surprised.

"The woman you flashed in the parking lot," said the officer, angered he even had to speak to a man he thought of as a sick pervert. "For some reason, she dropped the charges against you, and wants you released. So I suggest you get the hell out of here before she changes her mind."

Scotty's mind was racing now. What the hell was that woman doing bailing him out? Wasn't she the reason he was in jail? She must have been the one to call the cops, right? Why would she want the charges dropped?

Scotty went out to the lobby to find the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty waiting for him, the same gorgeous woman he had flashed just hours earlier and a woman he thought must have hated his guts.

But she greeted young Scotty with of all things, an unbelievable smile.

"You bailed me out?" he asked.

She only nodded.

"Well, umm, thanks. I guess I'm gonna go back to my dorm now," he said, still stunned at this turn of events.

"Oh, before you do that, I was hoping we could have dinner," she said, grabbing his arm so he could not leave. Seeing her up close, Scotty noticed her breasts were even bigger than he thought they were, the size of them magnified by an even tighter dress she must have changed into before coming to the prison.

"Umm, okay," he said.

She introduced herself as Mrs. Black, but insisted Scotty call her Jennifer. 

The woman led the boy to a black BMW, parked away from all the other cars in the prison lot to make sure it did not get a scratch on it.

"Nice car," Scotty said.

"Just get in," the woman said, seemingly in a rush. The doors shut and the woman drove from the parking lot. Scotty was officially a free man. But he was temporarily in the custody of this, although extremely beautiful, strange woman.

They were driving on the interstate, to a restaurant about one hour away.

Why would she insist on bailing me out, Scotty thought to himself. Does she always pick up flashers?

He couldn't complain about being in this situation though, riding shotgun next to a gal as hot as Jennifer.

"Well, I guess you're wondering why I am taking you out to dinner," the woman began.

"Yes, actually I am," said Scotty, noticing the woman's attractive legs, exposed all the way to her perfectly well-rounded thighs.

"I called the cops just so I could track you down," she said.

"What? What do you mean?" he stammered.

"The cops. I mean, that's the only way I could track your license plate," she said, still keeping her eyes on the road. "When you ran off to your car, I got in my car and I followed you onto the interstate. My intent was to follow you to your home or wherever so we could talk, but I lost you. The only way I could track you down was to report your license plate number to the police."

Now it all made sense to Scotty, well, sort of. That explained how he got caught, but why did she insist on tracking him down?

The car slowed gradually and eventually pulled off onto the shoulder. Cars wizzed by at speeds of 70 miles per hour. But Jennifer's attention was unshattered. She looked directly into the eyes of Scotty and began to speak.

"I've never seen a penis as large as yours," she said, in a voice so sexy it made the words she spoke even hotter.

"Ummm," was all Scotty managed to get out.

"I've had this fetish for a while now - this fetish to watch hot young guys masturbate," she explained, her eyes never leaving his. "But the men at the clubs don't have what you have. I thought I was dreaming when I saw yours."

"Ummm," Scott mumbled. He really was trying to speak, but he was still in shock over the conversation this woman was having with him.

"You're a really cute guy. When you came over, I was already attracted to you even before you dropped your pants," she said, eyeing his strong upper body now. "Imagine how turned on I was when I saw you. This tall, dark, handsome guy, the guy of my dreams, comes walking over to me, and then, off all things, pulls down his pants to display a penis that horses could be proud of. Can you believe how turned on I was?" Scotty could only mumble a few sounds again, none of which formed actual words.

"My girlfriends think I'm kind of a pervert," she said, using the word that so many people had called him - the two had something in common. "And my husband, who is kind of average in penis size by the way, doesn't even know about this interest of mine. I'm always going to strip clubs. I just love it. I love to look at penises...and erections. Is there anything wrong with that? I mean, I make a good living, I am faithful to my husband, and I look great. So what's the harm in watching guys jerk off?" 

Scotty felt he had to say something, and he figured he might as well make it something to urge this girl into even sexier chat.

"Why big ones?" he asked. "Why big penises?"

"I like the look of them, how the shaft is really thick and long, and those bulging veins along the side - I just think big dicks, I mean really huge, hulking cocks, are just so manly," she said. "Especially when they shoot so much fucking come. What is hotter than watching a guy shoot his stuff? And big dicks shoot equally big loads of come. I love to watch it burst out, that moment of when a guy releases, all the tension in his body released in one big, white gush. So sexy." Scotty was back to being speechless now. 

"So. Here's what I had in mind," she said. "Because I bailed you out, and because you have a humongous cock, we are going to make a deal. To pay me back for the bail money you owe me, you are going to masturbate for me once a week for the next six months. And if I wish to have my girlfriends over to watch you too, that is my choice."

"Sold," said Scotty - it was the fastest he got a word out all afternoon. He couldn't pass this offer up. He had finally met a woman that would satisfy his fetish.

"I guess here's a good place to start," she said, moving her legs over to the side of the seat so they could viewed even closer by Scotty.

"Here? On the side of the highway?" he asked, his words almost muffled by the sound of speeding cars whizzing by at tremendous speeds.

"Why not? No one will see us?" she said. Jennifer could not even wait until they got to a secluded spot. She wanted to see him jerk it right then and there.

"Pull down your pants," she said. "And you might as well take your shirt off too, you know, in case you shoot all over the place."

He took off his T-shirt, getting a "nice muscles" compliment from his female driver, and then took off his shoes and socks, followed by his jeans. His boxers were the only thing that blocked Jennifer's view from the biggest cock she had ever seen.

To have fun with her, Scotty showed her how he tucked away his huge penis. He pointed to his left leg, the outline of his enormous, yet still flaccid, penis clearly outlined. The head almost peaked out the bottom of his boxers.

"What a whopper," she said. "Come on, time to stroke it." Scotty obliged her, pulling down his boxers and tossing them into the back seat. He picked up his penis and placed it on his left leg, the leg closest to Jennifer. She could not believe it, but Scotty's penis was so huge that it reached halfway down his thigh, its shaft so thick that it resembled a salami one would see at a deli.

"Your prick is so so fucking huge," she said, further complimenting him. "Even soft, it's bigger than my husband's."

Scotty was loving his, and so was his cock. It began to inch further and further down his leg, as Jennifer's anticipation of him jerking it grew greater and greater. It now fell off his leg and began to straighten out from his body, the shaft uncoiling like a snake until it bobbed in the air in front of him with vigorous jerks. He went to grab it, but Jennifer stopped him, and took hold of his member.

She played with it a bit, then let go of it to stare at it for a while. When she releaased it, the huge penis slapped against the man's stomach to create a clapping noise. 

Jennifer allowed Scotty to begin stroking his cock, the boy putting one hand near the base and one hand near the head, almost a foot apart from each other. He started slowly to allow Jennifer a good, long show, but when she started moaning with delight and whispering in his ear for him to beat his meat, the strokes became faster. The head deepened its purple color, the shaft getting harder and harder as the skin around his awesomely huge cock was even more thinly stretched out now.

She asked him to shoot his load straight in the air, but she didn't anticipate how far it would go.

Letting out a moan that was so loud it could be heard over the racing traffic, Scotty shot a blast of come that actually hit the windshield of Jennifer's car, a big piece of glass at least three feet away from Scotty's cock.

Following his first blast were two more of equal amount, although they didn't travel as far. His cock kept bobbing up and down even after he took his hands away from it, still aroused by the sexy blonde. She clapped quietly in approval, and whispered quietly to her passenger "Great show. And you still owe me 23 more." 

THE END



The Watcher



I slowly pulled the curtain back and sat down in the chair facing the window. I watch as you walk into the room with just a towel wrapped around your waist, and beads of water still sitting on your smooth chiseled chest. I remove my shift and panties knowing what will be happening next. I watch as you walk to the TV and turn it on, your favorite show is on HBO, and I can just make out the soft porn action happening on the screen. 

This has become our Friday night ritual whenever your wife is out of town on business. You know I am watching, you have caught me several times in day light hours staring at you from across the fence. Our two bedrooms just happen to face each other in identical, but backwards houses.

My husband works late with his business every Friday night, and your wife is gone nearly three Fridays a week. Both of our spouses seem to be gone whenever the need for each other arises within us. We have never formally met, but I know you are Scott and you are about ten years younger than me. I know you do not work at an actual job site, and that you make a living at your computer. I imagine you are some sort of writer as I often see you at the supermarket buying reams of paper. You have casually spoken with my husband so you know I am a stay at home housewife, and that my husband does very well with his software business. You also know I am attracted to you, as you have often caught me staring at you. I do not break eye contact when you catch me as I want you to know I am looking. It excites me too think you know I am watching you on Fridays when you sit down to your HBO show.

You lay back on the bed propping yourself up those huge throw pillows your wife loves so much. Oh Yes Scott, I have watched a few of those nights also. You watch your show and casually glance at the window. Only once before have you gotten up and shut the blinds. Please do not do it tonight. You casually look away from the window after studying it for a few minutes, and back to your show. I know it is getting steamy on the TV as I see your towel begin to rise, and the object of my desire begins to realize it is that time again. Just take care of me tonight Scott. I have never told anyone about you, not even my best friend as I ma afraid of it getting back to you and our Friday rendezvous will stop.

I slowly begin to run my hands along my breasts paying extra attention to my hardening nipples as I began to feel the familiar tingle as your towel is now standing straight up. I know soon I will once again see that magnificent piece of God's creation. You begin to rub at the head as I slowly work my left hand down to my dampening entrance.

Your show is in full swing now, and the towel is finally removed and laid across your chest. I am in awe as I witness again the most magnificent work of art I have ever seen. Your cock stands fully proud, solid as a rock, and my pussy floods on initial sight.

Let me describe to you what I see. First of all it is by far the largest cock I have ever seen. It is at least nine maybe ten full inches when it is hard and standing proud. The cock you wield has to be as big around as a 20 oz. soda bottle and the veins show brilliantly along the bottom and sides of it. The hair is removed every Friday night and your smooth cock and heavy balls have a slight bronzed look to them, almost like you tan naked. The head of your cock makes my mouth water as it is very large and smooth. The texture looks the licked end of an ice cream cone, and it is as large as a small peach. My mouth waters every time I see you rub the pre cum around the head.

I am no where near as beautiful as you are but I am not bad for a 35 year old housewife. I jog daily to keep my bottom firm for these Friday nights. I am five foot tall EVEN, and weigh 102 lbs. religiously. My beasts are not my best feature as they are just 34 b's but my ass makes up for everything I lack upstairs. I have seen you looking at me as I jog by your house so I know if nothing else you find me attractive. I love to pull my auburn hair back in a pony tail and wear a baseball cap as I jog, because it gets the younger guys in our college town to watch as I jog by. My pussy has only ever had one cock in it and it is my husband's. We met in college and I married him the first year we knew each other. He is a good husband, loves me dearly, but he does lack where you excel. 

I now have a finger slowly circling the entrance to my wet pussy as you begin to stroke your cock. I have this timed perfectly where we cum together almost every time. I watch as you begin the slow stroking motion, and I match your speed with penetration into my wetness. As you slide your left hand down between your legs to massage those beautiful full nuts, I move my right hand down and begin to stroke my clit back and forth while I continue the one finger penetration. When your right hand begins to slide the full length and circle the head gathering your pre cum with each upward stroke that is when I add the second finger. I match your speed as your hand travels that great distances up and down my fingers travel their short sporadic distance. I stare at nothing except your hand sliding up and down the length of your cock, over and over again. Your hand sliding around your head with each up stroke smearing that lovely glistening pre cum around the length of your cock for lubrication gets me closer to the brink. 

I watch your hand picking up pace and soon your hand is a blurr. I push the third finger into myself and begin to really strum on my clit now. I know the end is coming soon, and I can feel the orgasm building. This is when I usually think about straddling your cock and lowering my tight pussy down onto that monster inch by wonderful inch, entering where no man has ever been before. OH Scott I am so close now, drive that big hard cock into me. Show me why I have lusted after you for nearly a year now. Show me why I spend every Friday night hoping your wife is out of town. Show me why I sit at this window imagining that cock sliding into me. 

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I moan out loud as I watch your cock begin to spurt that beautiful creamy seed onto the towel on your chest. 

This is what I wait all week for. I imagine myself sliding down that hard cock until I can feel it in my belly, and then I imagine the powerful bursts of semen you expel hitting the inside of my cervix, as I prey that I do not get pregnant. Child or no child there is no way I will let you pull that magnificent cock from me before those powerful bursts send me over the edge into orgasmic bliss. 

"OH GOD YES SCOTT! YES I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR HARDNESS!!!"

I say audibly as I cum to the site of your cock shooting its last burst into the wasted air. As I slowly regain my breath and thoughts I look over to you and see you staring directly at me. Do you see me? Have you been watching me also? Is there some light sneaking in that I am unaware of that lets you see me fingering myself to post orgasmic bliss? 

"What are you doing?" John asks.

Oh my god. My husband is home early. I quickly look back at you and the light is off. Did he see you? Should I play it off like you weren't there?

"Getting ready for you honey!" I reply very sexily.

"MMMM My little baby." John says as he starts removing



The Watcher



Living in a city offers many options for sexual pleasure. There are sex clubs and prostitutes, bars and illicit drugs, and plenty of easy, desperate, lonely people hoping against hope to hook up. Personally, my favorite thing about the city is the apartment buildings. At night, people leave their blinds and curtains open, relying on the anonymity a metropolis promises to shield them from watchful eyes.

But it never does shield them. All it does is allow them to blind themselves in naiveté. This is the innocent little belief I rely on to provide me and my partners with the kind of stimulation I crave. Sometimes, I bring women home, and stand before the window with them on their knees before me, my hard cock driving into their throats, gagging them, while I scour the rooms in view with my binoculars, seeking, beseeching someone to give me what I need. At other times, I will bring home a soft, feminine man, and bend him over, forcing my way past his barrier, and into his tender ass, while watching my favorite "show."

There is a woman living across the street from me, about two floors below mine, who invariably leaves her lights on while she toys with herself, curtains wide as her legs. She owns more toys than shoes, which always gets me hard. I love a woman who knows what brings her pleasure, and takes it. I don't know what her name is, but I think of her as Monica, who was also a girlfriend I had in college. They were both blond with great tits, and though the original Monica never talked about masturbation, I think she must have gotten herself off pretty frequently. She was a really horny bitch. 

The Monica across the way has a nice rack for a woman of around forty, and an ass that makes you want to finger her tight little back door. Fingering a girl's ass is such a turn on. They are always a little shy and embarrassed about it, and their blushes, as I drive my fingers into them, sometimes make me cum without even touching myself. Monica has a tramp stamp, and sometimes I wonder if she'd let me bring her back here to my loft, and lay her on the chaise in front of the window, pounding into her blonde furred cunt as we watch together. Maybe we'd watch the guys adjacent to her building, the dom and the sub who are constantly ass fucking. The dom has a big leather paddle that he spanks the little sub with, the marks standing out on his ass for the rest of their session. Or maybe we'd watch the banker who lives below her. He works in the bank I do business with, and loves to gets his ass spread open by big black men with huge cocks while his wife is at work. She is a nurse working third shift at one of the city's hospitals, and loves to have her neighbor and his roommate double team her-- one in her cunt, the other in her ass.

Yeah, I'd love to watch with Monica, but right now, she is getting ready for her nightly ritual. Every evening at 8:30, she turns on her television, I can't see what is on, but she doesn't watch it anyway. I think it's the noise she wants; something to drown out her screams of pleasure as she cums. Once the television is on, she opens up the middle drawer on the right side of her bed, and selects a couple of toys, and a tube of something. She squeezes something out of the tube, lube or some sort of stimulating gel, into her hand, and proceeds to rub her pussy with it. She takes her time with it, working it in all her little folds, and daintily smoothing it on her clit. She pushes a finger up her gap and then pulls it out, and licks it. 

By this point in her evening ritual, I am usually pretty hard, but I don't touch myself yet; that waits for the good stuff. What she does next is always subject to change, depending on her mood. One night, I watched her ride a dildo propped on her nightstand, another night, she fucked herself with a champagne bottle. She's into some kinky shit, and I love that. I wonder what she's feeling like tonight.

I'm alone tonight, even though I was hoping to talk our young, innocent, new intern into some fun. If I try, I may get her here tomorrow, but tonight it is just me and my binoculars and Monica. 

It was hard to hold the binoculars steady while I jerked myself, so I bought the leather chaise that I lean back on. I had to add longer legs to it so it sat up high enough for my purposes, but thank God for Mr. Thompson in wood shop; he taught me so much that the legs look like they were supposed to be there. So I am sitting on the cool, soft leather, naked except for the cord of the binoculars that hangs around my neck, and I have my lotion beside me. I use an unscented one with lots of Shea butter. The feeling is smooth without the perfumes, and after I have massaged it in, the skin on my cock is really soft. I get a lot of compliments on it, and women love to stroke it. I can't recommend it enough.

But The Monica Show awaits, and I settle in with my lotion in one hand, and my binoculars resting on the ridge where my nose meets my face. I can tell she is really antsy tonight, and her cunt sparkles like a diamond. I am never sure if it's that stuff she puts on or if she's just really wet, but she is always shiny and juicy looking. The dampness of her makes me want to stick my tongue in her hole and suck her until she's screaming for me to stop. Seeing how wet she is gets me fully erect and I grab hold of myself, and begin to stroke-- slowly and gently, I don't want to shoot it before she's done.

She has one of my favorites out tonight, a double pronged dildo that she uses to penetrate her pussy and ass at the same time. I love to watch her shove it up into her two holes, the one so juicy, the other so forbidden. As I watch , she starts to twiddle her clit with the fingers of her right hand, while running her left hand up and down her torso from her neck to her twat and back again. She stops to pinch and twist one of her nipples, and I pinch my own in response. Some guys don't get anything out of nipple pinching, but I'm not one of them. My nipples are really sensitive, and when I pinch them nice and hard, my balls constrict a little at the pain and pleasure I feel. 

Monica is moving her hips as she dances her fingers over and around that hard little nub, and then she does something new that I haven't seen before; she slaps it. She slaps it hard, and her hips buck in response. She rolls over a little, and slaps her own ass before settling back and starting to pinch her clit between her beautifully manicured fingers. Her head is rolling a little on her shoulders, and her long blond hair is skipping around her shoulders, tickling her tits. I start to pick up the pace of my own stroking because once Monica gets going, she doesn't take long. 

I've watched Monica cum probably a hundred times, and what I love most is the scrunched up little face she makes as her muscles tense and her hips go wild, bucking like a horse I saw at a circus once. And then, the magic happens; she ejaculates. I'd never seen it before, but if Monica is just fingering herself to orgasm, you can actually see her cum shoot out of her wet little pussy. It makes me want to cum just thinking about it, but I can't yet; ladies first.

Sticking her finger up herself, she continues to periodically slap her clit, and I watch as her body convulses with each stinging contact. I would love to slap that hard, pink little clit of hers, while fingering her blonde hole, and I feel my balls contract. Oh shit, not yet. I let go of my cock, and slide my fingers around the base of my shaft, trying to stop my orgasm. But I don't stop watching, and once I am certain that she is getting close, I begin to jerk myself again. Monica stops with her finger exploration and picks up my double pronged friend. Her tongue shoots out to lick it, and her saliva is thick all over both the big head and the smaller, thinner head. She smiles a big lusty grin, and places it between her legs, making a grimace of pain over what I assume is the entrance of the rear head into her tight little asshole. 

She is a brave girl though, and works through the pain until I can no longer see anything but the base of her dildo. She starts to move it in and out slowly, and her face is relaxing from the grimace to a look of pure pleasure. Her mouth hangs open, and she starts to lick and suck the fingers she had inside her while she steadily, rhythmically fucks her ass and her pussy with her dildo. Moving her hand lower, she starts to fondle her clit again, while moving the dildo in and out, faster and faster. I am mimicking her motions with my own hand on my throbbing cock. 

My balls are starting to ache as she rises up to her knees with one hand on her clit, pinching, pulling, twirling, and the other slamming her play toy into her. She turns around, and grabs the headboard, leaning her ass out toward me, and I watch as she plunges that double headed monster into her sweet, hot asshole, her hips grinding on it. I am almost there, and she needs to hurry if we're going to come together. 

But then she stops, and I stop, flustered. She reaches behind her headboard and pulls out a mirror which she places beneath her. In the reflection, I can see her face and her pussy, while I stare right at her tight ass that she fucks for me again. We are picking up the pace, and I am once again balanced on the precipice of cumming without her, but I can see in her face, and the splatters on the mirror, that she is starting to lose control. She starts jerking and arching her back, holding herself upright with her one arm on the headboard, but just barely. Her face contorts in that look I know so well, and I allow myself to cum. I shoot my load all over the window, as I love to do, and then as I feel my PC muscles straining to empty out the last bit, I hold my hand under my dripping tip, catching some of my cum on my fingers. Slipping them into my mouth, I wonder why people think it is weird, but I don't care; I love to taste myself. "Monica would understand," I think to myself as I watch her body relax. She pulls the dildo from her ass and cunt, dripping with the proof of her orgasm, and licks it, rising from the bed. She picks up the mirror, wipes it off with something that resembles a t-shirt, and places it back behind the bed. 

She stretches with a leonine like grace, and still naked she walks to the window looking down onto the street fifteen feet below. Tipping her head, she looks up, directly at my darkened window, smiles, and waves.



The Watcher



*This is my 1st story posting in Literotica, before getting to the story I would like to thank someone, who wanted to be unnamed and has as immense contribution to the story. I would also like to thank the editors who have been very valuable and without them the story wouldn't be complete*

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I looked over the telescope in my room that I had gotten years ago, and only now was getting good use out of. It was late at night as I swung the scope over toward my neighbor's home and peered through her bedroom window. At first the room itself was empty and I had just about lost the nerve and made ready to place the scope's cover back on when I saw Donna walk into the room. 

I still remember that day I was cutting the overgrown grass in my lawn, when a car came to a halt at a house next to mine. A mid 40's couple came out of the car -- but that's not what got my attention. There was this young and very cute beauty which came out of the car minutes after the couple had gone inside the house. I could still imagine her as if it had happened just yesterday. 

Donna, a young, petite blond, stood there, trying to grasp her new surroundings. She looked so stunningly beautiful in her pink t shirt and blue denim shorts. Her blonde hair ran down to her waist, and I could make out that she had ironed her hair as it flowed smoothly over her shoulders and back. Some of her hair fell over her breasts and, after noticing many times, I came to an assumption that they were 32 C and as round as melons. 

When she was done skimming her surroundings, she headed into the house. That was when I saw her denim shorts hugging her ass as tightly as it could. Though Donna had moved in a few months ago now, I had only recently started to watch her at night. After getting to know my new neighbors, I soon came to realize that Donna was a senior in high school and a star of the tennis team. I knew she had just turned 18 because she had a party, and I saw all the luscious nubile girls arriving and leaving. 

Back to reality -- Donna had her tennis outfit on and must have just come home from a practice. Her blonde hair was plastered to her head with sweat, and I knew that the next thing for her usually was to go take a shower in her private bathroom. But tonight, for some reason, was different. She closed the door to her room, locked it, and made sure that the lights were never switched off.

She then used her toes to slip off her trainers. These she left in the middle of the floor as she walked to the bed. Picking up her mobile phone, she placed herself on her back, and just chatted with whoever it was that had called for a few minutes.

Yet again, I was almost ready to give it up. My arms were killing me as was my neck due to the fact that I had to be hunched over the eyepiece of the telescope. I started to straighten up when suddenly I saw that she'd unzipped her tennis skirt and slid it down her legs......!!!!

"Hmm," I thought to myself. "This might be getting interesting."

She turned her back away from me and started to pull her white t-shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. All that she had left on were her sports bra and white cotton panties.

"This is so wrong..." I thought to myself as I tried to force myself to back away from the accursed spyglass and head back down into the living room to maybe watch some TV or something. But all that I could think of was getting back there to see what Donna was doing.

I raced back to the eyepiece with the speed of an addict as I settled myself back into the seat; I started to unzip my trousers so that I could allow my cock to have breathing room. I squinted up against the eyepiece and looked.

Much to my desired amazement, I saw that Donna had stripped entirely. Oh, if only I could describe the way that her buttocks looked as they curved and met up with the fine suppleness of her spine. I could see her white panties and bra as they lay about the floor, and watched as Donna settled herself on the bed.

Her feet were splayed out at a very odd angle that I must say was something new to me. But I could see that her hands were busy as they gently worked in two places at once: kneading her breasts with her right hand while her left index finger made it possible to go deeper into her pussy. I swear that I could almost hear her sweaty screams and moans as she pressed her fingers in and out of herself.

As for me, I had slid down my jeans entirely and had a free hand heartily grasped around the base of my cock. I was gently stroking it, though whether or not I was matching Donna's strokes, I could not tell. I felt a slight strand of pre-cum as it leached out of my cock. I wondered how close Donna was to her own release, as mine wasn't too far off. 

I saw as she began to arch her back and could only imagine the moans that were emanating from her as she fingered herself towards orgasm. I tried to hold off as she made herself come, give her time to finish off so that I would have that image to play off as I made myself feel good. But her body was just too much for me and I could hold out no longer as I picked up the pace with my hand.

In seconds I could feel as my balls tightened up and my sperm began to shoot forth, landing on the windowpane and the gaudy brown carpet. It felt so good that I screamed out Donna's name.

In a few moments, I saw that the lights had gone out, and assumed that Donna was either out or asleep. I made sure to turn off the lights and to clean up anything that might have fallen off me and onto my telescope. But as for me, I kind of like the feeling of nudity, and as I climbed into bed, the silk sheets caressing my skin, I wondered if Donna had seen me. 

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Donna lay back on her bed, smiling to herself at the thought of the two men on the beach lusting over her tits. The sweet release she found from fingering her clit was subsiding. As she lay on the bed, she glanced outside and saw movement in a window of her neighbors house, a silhouette of a man. She knew who it would be. She had seen him several times in his garden and around town. He was not bad looking, about 35 to 40 years old and always dressed smartly. She realized that from his vantage point, he could see into her room, and must have seen what seen had done to herself. Shock and embarrassment flashed through her, but with it came a feeling of incredible sexuality and desire. She wanted this man she hardly knew to lust after her, and she enjoyed the feeling of having his eyes upon her. As she closed her eyes, she decided to let him see her again.

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Several days had passed since she, while playing with herself had seen the shadow in the window next door. Now she began to wonder if it was just a trick of the light.

She had spent the last few days wandering around her room, wearing nothing but her sexiest underwear. In the garden, she had sunbathed as close to topless that she could get away with without her parents telling her off. In all that time, she had not seen their new neighbor once. Things had not been quiet. There had been a lot of activity next door, workmen coming and going, cables being run all around the house.

Therefore, she had amused herself by flirting with the workmen. That is how she found out the owner was having security cameras installed. She also discovered he was single, and fairly well off. 

Donna, the weekend over, had to return to high school and so, as usual, left home at seven to meet her friends. If she had been more awake, she would have noticed the camera over the gate following her. Or she might have heard the steady humming of the camera's zoom as it got a close up of her short skirted arse and the soft white flesh of her bare thighs below.

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I sat quietly, looking at the screen when the girl in a short skirt walked slowly passed. I had not been able to get the memory of that night out of my mind, the site of her exposed body framed in the eyepiece of my telescope. I felt my cock throb inside my trousers. I had watched over the last couple of days as she moved around her room in a near naked state, not too mention the times she spent in the garden, obviously flirting with the workman. 

Wearing only a skimpy two-piece bikini, she was so sensual in the way she moved. Her toned body flowed as she moved, and her lips, slightly parted, almost begged to be kissed. I was entranced. I was careful not to be seen. I was not sure whether or not she had caught a glimpse of me at the window the other night, and I did not want to take chances.

Now with my cameras installed, I was able to watch her in totall safety, knowing that I could not be seen. The evening before, I got my reward for my patience and the expense I had gone to installing these cameras, especially the one that was angled directly into her room.

I had gone straight to the shower after working out. Then, still wet and naked, walked to my room. I stepped into my room, not bothering to turn on the light, and reached for the remote to my TV. I flicked through the security camera feeds. Then, I froze. Something was out of place, and I immediately knew what it was: Light. Donna's bedroom shades were open, the light in the room was on, and Donna was framed in the window, wearing a silk pink robe tied shut.

My cock started to grow immediately. She was still unpacking some things and arranging her room. My eyes were fixed on the body concealed by the robe. There was a great deal of cleavage, and her legs were exposed all the way to her upper thigh. I also took notice of her blonde hair, still wet from an apparent shower, and the bed covers that were turned down. She was getting ready to go to sleep. I was excited to see if she might take off that robe and sleep in the nude. My hard-on would need to be satisfied.

Then, it happened. Donna had cleared off the bed, which sat across from her window, and pulled the covers down even further. She hit the lights. For a moment, I panicked, hoping against hope that this experience wasn't really over. Then, the television flickered on, bathing the room in a soft, blue light. Donna was revealed lying on the bed, the robe still tied on, but hanging loosely on her gorgeous body. Her breasts were still pretty well covered, but I could see her entire thigh now. I thought I might even be able to see her pussy.

I hit the zoom on the camera and at the same time the record button. With the zoom on, I could tell that she was shaved close down there, and my mouth watered at the thought. It wasn't much to go on, but still enough to get my dick pulsing with hot energy, and I began to stroke it as I marveled at this sexy body just twenty-feet away.

Donna had been playing with the remote, but now she set it down, and what she did next almost made me cum on the spot. Slowly but intently, she slid her hand across her naked thigh and began touching her pussy. She rubbed softly at her clit, and her back arched slightly, raising her chest. With her other hand, Donna traced her tummy, and then untied the belt on her robe. The robe fell open, exposing her left breast to both my eyes and her free hand. She rubbed her whole tit, palming it for a while, then playing with just the nipple, making it hard and erect.

I, too, was quite erect. Seeing her like his had gotten me so excited that I was frozen in place. My hand still gripped my hard cock. I actually had to remind myself to start jerking off. This was an opportunity like nothing I had had in some time. This was a real girl, and a knockout at that, masturbating with both hands just next door.

As the speed of her fingers on her clit increased, I tried to see what was triggering her arousal. I assumed it was whatever was on her television, but it was sitting at such an angle that I could not see what she was watching.

My knees went weak for a moment. I regained my composure and continued watching. Both of her breasts were visible now, quivering as her body moved in rhythm with the hand on her clit. She was rubbing it much faster now, and I timed my strokes with her. Donna's other hand pulled strongly at her nipples, going back and forth from one to the other. Her back arched further, causing her tits to swing back towards her face. Her mouth was open, and her stomach breathed in and out heavily. Her legs made spasmodic little kicks towards the end of the bed, and her toes curled into tight little fists. I could see the side of her raised ass as it clenched, and soon her hand was a blur over that sweet cunt.

Donna fell back down to the bed, then arched up and away from it again. She moved her hand from her breasts to her pussy and spreading her legs, slipped a finger right into it. She pumped away, still frigging her clit, then inserted two fingers, then three. I jerked faster, catching my pre-cum on the upswing, and then coating my dick with the slick juice on the down strokes. I imagined the wetness was not my own but hers, and I desperately wished I was fucking that hot cunt instead of my rough hand. I licked my lips and breathed heavily. My whole body, and Donna's, was taking part in this event, and every part of me began to tingle.

Suddenly, Donna started bucking up and down. Her whole body shook and shuddered. The hand on her clit moved so fast that it was almost invisible. She shoved three fingers deep in her pussy and kept them there; riding them as she rode out what was obviously an incredible orgasm.

Seeing this was all I could take. Before I could react to the sizzle in my thighs and the tension peaking in my balls, I was coming. My eyes rolled back in my head as I spurted strings of hot, white jizz all over the screen. I pumped my cock furiously, emptying my balls as come splattered and slid down the glass. I later considered that, from my dick's point of view, it probably looked like I was showering Donna with my sperm.

She, meanwhile, was coming down from her own high. Still breathing fast and heavy, her tits moved up and down in time with her gasps. She was resting fully on the bed, her body looking relaxed, yet primed. She pulled her fingers from her pussy, but her other hand still rested, motionless, on her clit.

I watched Donna laying there naked for another ten minutes before she finally switched off the TV, disappearing into the darkness. I got dressed, washed my hands, and went to look for something to eat and calm myself down, although that was easier said than done. Every thought I had from that point on was about what had happened, or what could happen, with the pale-skinned, blonde-haired beauty next door. 

On the next day, I worked in my home office, but often returned to my room to replay the CD recording. Although I did not wank again then, I knew I would later.

At about midday, I heard a knock on my door. Two deliverymen arrived with a load of computer equipment. As I looked, I explained to them that I had not ordered any new equipment. I already had a state of the art kit inside my home. A shout came from next door, a call to the two men. 

Donna's mum called over to us. "I think those are for us. Sorry..." she apologized to me. "Must be a mix-up. I bought a new computer for my daughter, and they must have delivered it here by mistake." she explained. 

Asking the two if they would carry it over to her place, she left with them, but not before apologizing once again for bothering me.

"No problem," I said. "If you need any help, just give me a shout," I replied, and returned to my office. The door was knocked on again about 45 minutes later, and there stood Donna's mum again. She explained that she was struggling to assemble the computer in her daughter's room. It was to be a surprise for her getting good grades in her exams, and she wanted it set up before Donna got back, and asked for my help. I jumped at the chance at seeing the bedroom of the girl I had fantasies about up close. I grabbed a few things and followed her mum back next door.

Once in Donna's room, I looked around. The robe she had worn last night was discarded on the floor. Her mother apologized for the state of the bedroom. "I don't know what she gets up to in here," she joked.

I grinned inwardly. I do, I thought. 

Well, it was time to get to work. I assembled the computer quite easily and soon I was installing the printer, and wireless router. Next, I connected the web-cam. As I installed it, I had a great idea. Up till now, I had only been able to see Donna from a distance. But now, with this camera, not only could I get a close up view, but it had a microphone built in so I could hear her too. 

As Donna's mum chatted, I loaded everything up, connected the computer to the Internet, and checked out the camera. I opened it up to its widest angle so it would take in the whole bed. I then took a note of the router's number. While pretending to install anti-virus software, I networked Donna's brand new computer and web-cam to my laptop, which I had brought with me.

Donna's mum thanked me, and I told her it was my pleasure and left. As soon as I got home, I powered up the laptop and, via the network connection, accessed Donna's web-cam. An image of Donna's bedroom exploded onto my screen. I could see the bed on which Donna had had such an intense orgasm the night before, and I could not help wondering what I was in for next time.



The Watcher



I still remember the first day that I saw him. Or rather, that he saw me. I was fighting with my boyfriend, rather loudly. It was a silly fight; we were in my bedroom, fighting across the sea of blue sheets that was my bed. I was standing with my arms on my hips in nothing but my blue lace thong. The thong that I'd worn hoping to tempt him into something more than gentle necking. It hadn't worked. 

We were fighting because I didn't always want to 'make love', he acted as if I were a china doll and I would shatter at any moment. I'm certain now that is was due to my size. I'm very small. I'm barely five feet tall, and my skin is milky in color, but it contrasts nicely with my hair that is the color of moonbeam silk. I've never had any confidence issues. My eyes were narrowed and I knew I was very close to yelling when he stormed over and grabbed my arms. I wasn't alright with that, although to admit, it was the most passion I'd seen from him. 

I can't even recall what was said, only that I pushed him off and stormed out into my living room. The picture window on the rear wall of my second story apartment was my sanctuary, I would look out of it if I were emotionally distraught sometimes and just watch the people on the street below, considering I wasn't really that high. Just high enough that no one noticed me. I folded my arms over my breasts and cocked a hip against the frame of the window. I was no longer in the mood for a fight. 

My boyfriend realized his words were falling on deaf ears because I was listening to the noises of the city below from the open side panels of the window. I was watching someone wend their way down the darkened street to the building across from mine. It was also an apartment building. The man stopped and slowly turned to face me, our gazes locked. Somewhere in the distance I could tell that my boyfriend was behind me going insane because I wasn't listening. But I was fully ensconced in this situation at hand. The man was much taller than me, from what I could tell. He was wearing a pair of beige slacks with a black button down and very nice black shoes that shone in the lamplight. He was everything that I never find attractive. If it weren't for the way he held himself, and his piercing gaze, I may never have noticed him.

I could only tell that his hair was dark and he had a face that would make the angels jealous. It dimly occurred to me that I was mostly naked and the lights in my apartment were on. The window dropped to knee level, I realized I was at a mild disadvantage. My chest was covered with only my arms, and still he watched me, even as I dropped my gaze to listen to my boyfriend's last words of "fuck you bitch", as he slammed the door on his way out. I let out a long sigh and turned my head back to my window, my watcher was making his way to the door of his building and I watched curiously, to see if maybe his apartment was on this side. 

After about two minutes a light came on one floor above mine. He appeared in his window, and I was surprised at the detail with which I could see him. I knew that he could see pretty much my whole apartment from up there, and if I had a quality of detail, then so did he. He let his gaze linger on mine for a while longer, until I gave him a shy smile, then turned and walked away. Slowly. I didn't close my blinds.

The next day, I made myself coffee and got dressed to run, I did my morning stretches in front of the news as usual and turned to the window to see how the world was this morning. I looked down at the street, but what had caught my eye was my watcher standing in his window. I pretended not to see him. He may or may not have believed it. He was sipping his coffee, or maybe it was tea, out of a mug, wearing as far as I could see, only pants. I managed to pry myself from the window and finally go running. 

That became our ritual, my watcher and I. Every day, I would pretend that I didn't see him as he watched me. I would pretend I didn't know he was watching me stretch. I would pretend I didn't know he was watching my Yoga routine. When I went out on my once a week dinner night, I would pretend not to notice him sitting at the other end of the bar. I would pretend that I didn't feel the weight of his gaze like the touch of a hand. And if the bartender came to me, and told me that my drink had been paid for, I would look around with wide blue eyes, and pretend I didn't think it was him. When I walked across my living room in my underwear, I would pretend I didn't feel him watching me. And when I went to bed, I would pretend I didn't miss the weight of his gaze.

I lay in bed sometimes, wondering what was wrong with me, that I would enjoy this voyeuristic relationship. I wondered sometimes if I shouldn't just summon him through my window with the crook of my finger. I wondered if he would come. I wondered at the heat that I felt from his gaze alone that I had never felt from anyone I'd ever actually been with, and thought maybe there was something wrong with me. I would fall asleep and dream about my watcher in ways I had not yet dreamt about anyone. 

The day we first touched, was on my usual dinner night where I had dinner at the bar and a glass of wine. No one was foolish enough to hit on me; I'd been coming there far too long to be a lonely bar maid. Sometimes my watcher would come with me, and seat himself far enough away that I couldn't look at him without being obvious. But I would know that he was watching me. I would sip on my wine and have small talk with the bartender about his family and his life. But this night was different. I would always dress provocatively on these nights. I wanted to compliment my watcher, that night I was wearing a very small black dress and red heels. It was summer, so I could get away with it. I was still only five foot three with my heels on. 

I was in the middle of sipping my wine, and enjoying the taste, when out of nowhere the fire alarm started going off. I was so surprised that I nearly spilled my wine, but I managed to sit the glass carefully on the counter. Everyone immediately started streamlining for the door, I was lost amidst the mass of people, and started getting carried this way and that. I am too small to cut a path through the crowd. I felt someone's hands come down on my upper arms; they were warm, and very big. His hands circled my arms like cuffs and steered me safely through the panicked throng of people, I resisted the urge to stop and look up at him, to see him so near for the first time. I wanted to hear his voice and see if it matched the one I'd imagined. 

By the time we were outside and well away from the crowd, I was flushed. We stopped next to a brick building at the end of the block, away from the noise and hustle, he was still behind me, steering me at the small of my back. I stopped and turned around, and came face to face with my watcher for the first time. He was still alarmingly attractive. His eyes were like whiskey and his hair was that color between black and brown. It was short, shorter than I'd normally find attractive, but it was thick, and in the breeze it shifted a little. My eyes travelled to his mouth, which was shaped so sinfully I had trouble bringing my gaze back to his eyes. He waited until I met his gaze to drop his and start at my feet and bring his eyes back to mine. I knew that I was breathing a little fast, and my cheeks were flushed. I said the first thing that came to mind. "Thank you."

He gave me a little half smile, "You're welcome." His voice was deep and smooth; it made me think of honey. 

I took a step closer, and he did not retreat, just continued to look down into my face. I narrowed my eyes, "and thank you for my wine as well." I said, my voice lower than normal, I think we both knew why.

He stepped closer to me, I didn't retreat either. A strong breath would've made us touch, but neither of us was breathing. "You're welcome for that too." He whispered into my ear. 

I was afraid that I would melt into the sidewalk if he touched me; I was practically humming with want. I was afraid that if he didn't touch me I'd go insane. I did the smart thing and took a step backwards. Right into the rough brick behind me. 

He was fast, my watcher, and had me boxed in with his body before I could blink. I didn't know what to do; I had always been the aggressor in every situation. I didn't know how to handle it. My breath was coming in small little gasps as he lowered his mouth to mine. He didn't touch my lips, we remained at touching-but-not for moments. Until I couldn't take it, I pressed my lips into his and tasted the alcohol he'd been drinking. I wrapped my arms around his neck and had to go on tip-toe to achieve it. His hands came down from the wall, one going to take up half my back, and the other behind my head. I opened my mouth to his and his tongue invaded and parried mine. I kissed him like I'd never kissed before, and he took relentlessly. He pressed me into the wall behind me, the roughness of the brick barely registering before his left hand came to rest on my ass. 

I arched into him and he pressed me closer, hands on my hips. I felt like I was going to die if I didn't have him. I was on fire, my mind was not working. I broke the kiss with a gasp and buried my face in his neck, I could feel the rise and fall in his chest, and it matched mine.

I did the rashest thing that I had ever done in my life and asked him home with me. I even added a little please when I pressed my hips up into his. We were two blocks away from my building and it felt so far away. I was silently praying he'd say yes. I wasn't sure what would happen to me if he didn't. 

He pressed his forehead into mine and smiled softly before whispering his agreement into my mouth. We started drowning in each other's heat and it was several moments before we managed to move. He put his hand at the small of my back and escorted me politely to the door, I was concentrating on walking. 

When we got to my building I was proud that my hands did not fumble with my keys. And we both waited patiently for the elevator holding hands. The elevator dinged lightly and we stepped into the softly carpeted cab. I pressed two. His hands came down on my ass again and my mouth searched for his automatically, I licked his lower lip and something akin to a growl emitted from him. It made me melt; I grabbed his belt and yanked him to me. 

The elevator doors slid open to my floor and once again we were the epitome of poise as he followed me to my apartment. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, and locked eyes with him as he shut my door. I dropped my keys on the floor just short of my table. He stared at me. 

I had never felt so safe and so small at the same time. He was intimidating, but I didn't feel intimidated, if anything it made my lust grow stronger. 

I walked slowly backwards into my living room. The same room he'd been watching me in for months. He followed like a predator, slowly so I didn't scare and run away. I kicked off one heel. 

And he kept approaching. 

I kicked off another and he was on me, his hands danced down my back and he grabbed fistfuls of my dress as if to say he'd rip it off if I didn't manage to get it off soon. My hands grabbed at his belt and while I was kissing him, and teasing him with my tongue I undid it and slid it out of his pants. I threw it to the floor before he backed me into my bedroom. His hand met my left breast as he pressed me down into the softness of my bed. I didn't want the softness of my bed; I wanted the fire that was him.

I arched like a bow into his hand as it explored my breast, and wrapped my legs around his hips. The only downside to this position was that we were both fully clothed. I think I gave a little growl of frustration when I tugged at his pants but his mouth descended upon my neck and I was distracted. My hand travelled from the flat plane of his abdomen down into his pants, he wasn't wearing underwear and the idea pleased me. I found him hard, and cupped him in my hand. I felt a small frisson of fear due to his size, but only because I was built small all around. I rolled his testicles in my hand and gasped as he nipped my shoulder where it met my neck, he had my other hand pinned in his. He rose up abruptly to his knees and I took advantage of the moment to unbutton his pants, he slid them off, along with his shoes. I was on my knees in an instant, taking my hands and tearing his shirt open and hearing his buttons pop and fly all over my bedroom. 

My mouth immediately went to his chest. I licked and nipped all the way from his neck to his nipples where I nipped until they were hard and then smiled wickedly back up at him. 

He was watching me with a darkness in his gaze that I had never seen before and I felt my belly tighten low in anticipation. My mouth lifted and I stripped off my dress, I was wearing the same thong he'd first seen me in, and I saw the flicker of recognition in his gaze before he fisted his hands in the delicate lace and rent it from my body. I whimpered a little. He threw the lace away and when he came back to face me I was low on my hands and knees taking him into my mouth. It was one of my favorite things to do and I was going to enjoy it while I could. 

I took him in my hand and pressed him into his body, my tongue went for his sack, and I rolled them gently in my mouth before licking my way up his shaft. His groan told me I was doing something right.

I teased the head of his cock with my tongue before plunging my mouth all the way down around him. I didn't have a gag reflex and took full advantage of it. I felt him waver in his stance when my tongue darted out; I lifted myself off of him and teased the head while my hand stroked his shaft. His hands wove themselves into my long hair and lifted it away from my face so he could watch me as I worked. He eventually moaned loudly and tightened his hands in my hair, but it was a signal to stop not continue. I gave one last long lick to his cock before I looked up into his eyes again. He pulled me up by the back of my head, using his hand in my hair as a handle, I felt myself getting wetter by the minute. 

His mouth locked on mine and he bent me backwards as his mouth invaded mine. I gave as good as I got, parrying my tongue with his and stroking his lower lip before I nipped at it. His other arm snaked under my ass and lifted me up, I squeaked a little out of surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck until he lowered me to my back on the bed. I wound my legs around his hips and tried my best to pull him down to me, but he wouldn't budge, he just sat back and watched me as I writhed in pleasure and anticipation. He slid his hands up my things to my hips and up my sides, his hands met in the middle and the sight of him touching me made me flush with pleasure. I lifted my hips in a silent plea, and he ignored me, instead coming down to press me into the bed with his weight and settle his mouth on my breast. I nearly flew off the bed. And when he bit my nipple I cried out and ran my nails up his back. 

His hands tightened on my body and I lifted my hips again, this time not in vain. His hand slid down my side to my core, and I tensed in anticipation as his hand slid down to my lips and lightly teased my clit, I was so sensitive I gasped when he touched it and my hips twitched. I felt his masculine laughter and sank my nails into his arms, before he began to circle my clit with his fingertip and went back to my breasts. It was too much sensation at once; I fisted my hands in the sheets and cried out when he put a finger inside me. His head snapped up and he looked at me, I could barely focus on his eyes. He pressed his finger a little further inside me and I whimpered. 

"You're very small." Was all he said.

I nodded, and said, "Sorry."

His wicked grin made me want to take my apology back, he plunged two fingers inside of me and I nearly screamed when my head snapped back with sensation. My hips rose to his hand like a flower to the sun and I nearly shouted, "Please!" 

His hand danced once more and I arched into it again. "Please what?" He whispered into my ear. 

His mouth teased my neck and my hands came up to his back. "Please," I panted, "Fuck me." 

I think at that moment his control snapped a little as he withdrew his hand and settled between my legs. My hips were rising to his and trying to draw him into me as I panted and gave a little moan. He locked his eyes with mine as he aligned the head of his cock with my opening, he pushed forward ever so slightly, and I gave enough that his head slid inside. His breath left in a rush and I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my hips. He knew exactly what I was doing and grabbed my hips in his hands and pressed me into the bed, "you'll get it when I say you get it." He rocked his hips a little to emphasize his point. 

I cried out and raked my nails down his chest. He pressed forward a little more, but he wasn't even halfway in. 

I grabbed his hips and said, "Please" once more, he seemed satisfied with that because in one smooth motion he pressed forward as far as he could go. I cried out, I'm tight and he isn't small, the friction was intense and I liked it. But this is where they always stop and worry about, so I waited for the inevitable question. 

It never came; he pulled out all the way, and plunged right back in. I locked my legs around his hips and felt like I was going to die of pleasure. His hands grabbed my ankles and slid my legs over his shoulders, he pulled back and pressed into me again, I screamed. He almost wavered at that, but I quickly shouted, "Don't stop!" and he didn't. 

He thrust into me all the way, his hand touched my clit. He continued to thrust in and out, enough that the impact jarred me and made me get closer and closer to the edge, I wasn't going to hang on much longer and I was straining toward that edge. I'd never had an orgasm before. He seemed to know it, because his hand toyed with my clit until I tried to push him away. He gathered my hands in one of his and held them captive, so that I couldn't move. 

I felt like I was slipping off a cliff and my cries were coming faster and faster until I hit the edge and I felt myself clamp down on his cock and the muscle contractions that felt like I was milking him as I shook with pleasure. My hands snaked free and I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me as I came, it felt like explosion after explosion of pleasure. When I was finally coherent again he was still straining above me, trying not to move so that I could make the most out of my moment.

I pushed myself up on one arm and licked his chest, his hips twitched. He pulled out of me and I was immediately bereft, until he wrapped his hands around my waist and flipped me over.

I rose to my hands and knees and felt him slam himself into me, I almost fell forward but his hands were wrapped around my hips, and I braced my hands on the headboard. He pulled out and slammed right back into me, I couldn't stifle the gasp that he elicited. It felt like he was getting deeper, and I loved it. 

I pressed back into him every time he'd come forward, and he pounded into me. His hand rose and fisted itself in my hair and pulled me up until my back was bowed and the sensation of him fucking me was almost too hard to handle. Until I came again, this time, when I came he sped up, and I pressed backwards crying out my pleasure as he came into me and I milked his cock with my orgasm. 

He fell beside me, and brought me into his body, so that we were spooning. His breath on my neck, and his hand stroking my side. I felt him press a kiss to my neck.

"We didn't use protection." I said, almost as an afterthought.

"You're on birth control." He replied. I almost asked how he knew except he'd watched me take it every morning. A thought struck me; I didn't even know his name. And I was pretty sure he didn't know mine. I rolled over and threw my leg over his hip; he watched my face cautiously as I looked at him. 




The Watcher



Monday 22nd June

I sit behind the curtains today to make sure she can't see me, but she doesn't come past. I nearly freaked last Friday when she waved at me, how long has she known that I watch her as she walks past every day? What prompted her to look up at my window and wave? I look quite normal if I'm half hidden by the curtains, but still I need my anonymity. I'm the watcher, not the watched.

My life as it was ended when I was 22 years old and someone stole my face. 

I had been seeing Ray for about a year when his drinking started to get out of hand. One night he came home so drunk that when I tried to help him inside he shouted and screamed at me so loudly that a neighbour called the police. He was so apologetic the next day that I almost felt sorry for him -- until the next time when he came falling through the front door, slurring, reeking of booze and full of passion. He couldn't understand why I didn't feel amorous towards him so he punched me -- hard.

Before the bruise on my cheek had even had the chance to blossom into the ugly yellow and purple thing it would become I had changed the locks on my flat and sent all of his belongings to his Mum's house in a cab.

I wasn't going to play the abused spouse, no sir, not me. How ironic looking back.

Of course he was very contrite, begging for forgiveness, sending me flowers, calling several times a day and leaving me tearful messages when I didn't answer his calls, promising to change.

His Mum called me to apologise for her son's behaviour and to say that she thought I'd done the right thing; I'd always gotten along well with his Mum and was glad we could stay in contact despite Ray and I splitting up.

Eventually the calls became less frequent but he showed up in strange places where I wasn't expecting him. I'd leave work to find him parked outside my building "just in case I needed a lift home" or he'd be sat in my local pub when I went out with friends despite hating the place because he didn't like the music they played.

Sometimes he'd come and try to start up a conversation, usually asked me out on a date to "start again", offering to buy me drinks or trying to give me expensive presents, but sometimes he just stared at me until I had to leave or move to a corner where I couldn't feel his eye's boring into me.

The anger started soon after my local pub landlord barred him from the pub for harassing me.

He stopped trying to talk or buy his way back into my life and just hurled abusive language at me, left foul messages on my answer phone, posted abusive letters through my door, slashed my car's tyres. I think I knew something bad was going to happen even then, so I kept all of the evidence of his obsession just in case. Not needed as it happens as he didn't even try to run away.

I don't know how Ray found out that I had a date with a guy I worked with but as I left my flat he was there waiting.

'Where the fuck do you think you're going dressed like a whore' was his opening gambit

'You think that dullard from your office is more of a man than I am?' was the only other thing he said before he squirted a clear liquid into my face and stood there watching as I screamed, the acid eating its way into my flesh.

So now I watch.

Sometimes on bright, sunny, cold winter days I venture outside with my face covered in a scarf and large sun glasses but usually I stay at home. 

I try not to scare too many people but even shopping on the internet involves seeing delivery drivers occasionally. They're usually polite and professional but they always seem to run back to their vans quicker that necessary as if my strange melted face could somehow be catching.

I do have an active 'virtual' social life; it's amazing how many other people don't go out for one reason or another, or choose to spend hours on the internet or typing e-mails to people they'll never meet in person.

I also have 2 people who I actually let into my house. Sarah was the police woman who arrested Ray and went well beyond the call of duty to spend hours by my hospital bedside as I recovered over the weeks and months; she doesn't even see my hideousness any more and we've become firm friends over the years.

Rachel was my home nurse back in the days when my dressings needed to be changed twice a day to prevent the open wounds on my face from becoming infected. It's thanks to her careful ministrations that I have any movement in the right side of my face at all despite the stiff scar tissue that is rippled down my cheek like a washboard. It was her that literally sat on me to hold me still because the pain of having the cream rubbed over my raw flesh was becoming too much to bare.

I love them both for their blindness to my looks and they help me so much with things that I just can't do online. They show me no pity and don't try to persuade me back into the "real world" as many others have tried to do.

Ray's mum used to come and see me before she died but the visual proof of what her son had done was too much for her to bare. In letters to me she would describe him as a monster -- funny since that's how some people must view me.

Apparently Ray went nuts in prison when he heard his Mum had left everything to me in her will when she died, attacking another prisoner and sending him to the prison hospital for 2 weeks. I felt sorry for the other prisoner but glad that Ray had just added another 5 years onto his already lengthy sentence.

Fortunately Ray's family was wealthy, so with the compensation he was ordered to pay me by the court and the money I received from his Mums will I am actually quite well off. I bought this lovely 4 bedroom house with its huge secluded garden that affords me both indoor and outdoor space without having to leave the confines of my own domain.

Ray applied for special leave to attend her funeral but they turned him down. I was there though, ironically I have little problem with funerals as even if people think a full mourning veil a little over the top these days, no one is going to openly question it during the proceedings, and so I've been able to attend the funerals of my own Mum and Ray's Mum, to say my last farewells.

It's ironic really that as Carla Warren I was a nobody who worked in a big impersonal organisation as one of many faceless administrators; now I've lost my face for real and changed my name to Kate Walker, to prevent Ray from finding me should he ever be released, I actually have a career of sorts.

I write short trashy airport novels that actually sell amazingly well. I never cease to wonder that people will buy such mindless drivel so that they don't tax their brains too much while on holiday. 

I know that after many years of producing these paltry romantic or detective literary offerings that I could actually write something of note, but hey, that wouldn't help my anonymity much would it? I even write under a pseudonym to put an extra level of distance between my readers and myself, so I certainly don't want to be drawing attention to myself by writing something memorable!

And so I watch.

There's Single Guy who lives opposite who's really cute, but he doesn't set my pulse racing. 

Old Guy next door to him always makes me laugh when he goes to the shops with his shirt tucked into the 2 inches of underpants that show above the waistband of his trousers.

Lycra Guy who cycles past my window every morning can't have many friends or surely someone would tell him that he shouldn't wear luminous lycra cycling shorts with his physique.

There are the kids who always stare at my house suspiciously. They know someone lives here, they meet my floozy of a cat, Copper, as they walk past but they never see me. I know there are rumours about me and I laugh at the bogey man status I seem to be earning -- I disconnect my doorbell at Halloween!

And then there's Her. I never had the chance to sample a same sex relationship in my past life, and I guess I never will now. I always wondered though, and when you live a solitary life like mine an active imagination is unavoidable. It can also be useful as I need to get the plots for my books from somewhere and it certainly isn't going to be my real life experience now, is it?

She stirs something in me.

I've been watching her for quite some months now. I'd guess she's about 28 to 30 years old and she walks with an air of casual self confidence. As the weather has been getting steadily warmer her clothes have become increasingly thinner and more revealing, as if she's shedding her winter fur to reveal a glossy new covering below. Her legs were quite pale when she started wearing shorts but now they have a golden tan, with white strap marks on her feet from the sandals she wears. Her arms are also tanned and very slim and sinuous; I can't help wondering if she does something quite physical for a living. Her face isn't classically beautiful but is very attractive, framed by a short bob that varies in colour from week to week. I'd like to know what colour her eye's are but it's a detail that I can't make out from where I sit behind the curtains. I refuse to use binoculars as that would be too invasive, I'm not a peeping tom -- I just watch.

I didn't think anyone noticed my vigil until She turned her face up to my window last Friday as she walked past, stopped and waved. She moved on quickly when instead of waving back I scurried back behind the curtains. Why did she do that?

There's a large plane tree opposite my house with low hanging branches that cause a deep, dark recess once night falls. Last night a couple of teenagers hid in the shadows making out in the darkness. Their inexperienced fumbling made me smile initially as I watched from my darkened window, but soon my imagination took over and I headed for my bedroom and my box of tricks. I considered going online to contact one of my virtual lovers but opted instead for a solo session of self gratification. I have a wide range of toys and accessories -- hell, I may be disfigured but a girl has needs right? 

As I undressed In front of the full length mirror in my bedroom I marvelled at how the rest of my body had stayed in such good shape for a woman of 32 who only leaves the house on rare occasions. I spend a lot of time gardening which helps to keep me in shape and I have a gym instead of a car in my garage but I rarely use it these days.

It seems a shame to have a nice body with a face like mine perched on the top. No-one's going to get past my melted features to find out that I have a flat taught stomach and firm pert breasts. Who's going to care that I keep my pubic bush neatly trimmed at the junction between my well muscled legs, or that I can easily carry a bag of sand the length of my garden in my strong arms?

If I stand at a certain angle to the mirror and angle my head so that my shoulder length bob hangs over the side of my face I could almost forget, but forgetting doesn't help -- it just feels worse when realisation returns.

I keep fit to stay healthy, I really don't need the hassle of a stay in hospital with strangers all over the place prodding and poking me whenever they feel like it, I had enough of that 10 years ago.

But I do have a nice body, and there's no reason why I can't enjoy it all on my own. I like to run my hands down my slim sides and feel the curve of my hips under my palms. I like the gentle swell of my breasts and the hard, dark nipples that pop out at the slightest provocation. My arse cheeks are smooth and firm as I run my hands over them and dig my fingers into their flesh, parting them to reveal that little puckered hole.

The more I caress my body the more the heat between my legs starts to build and I can feel the wetness start to creep outside the folds of my sex. I let my hands glide gently from my knees up the inside of my thighs but stop before I reach my womanhood. I can tease myself for ages before I finally surrender to an orgasm, but tonight I need a quick fix and with the smell of my own juices reaching my nostrils I lay on my bed with my favourite little vibe and slip my fingers into the slippery folds between my legs.

I caress my clit gently as it pokes it's head out from it's covering and slip the gently humming little phallus between my lips and into the waiting darkness. It's curved at the end allowing me to gently probe my G spot while still strumming my clit with my hand and I hear myself moaning almost instantly. I can't help but increase the speed and pressure applied with both hands and soon I am squeezing my legs together tightly around my hands as I shudder through an orgasm that leaves me feeling only partially sated.

I walk naked back to the window where I watch but the couple have left now. Gone back to their lives and their families and the "real world", never knowing that for a short time I was a small part of their lives.

Still naked I walk down to the living room and pour myself a large glass of red wine and find myself wondering what Her tipple of pleasure is. I wonder where she goes as she leaves my field of view in the mornings and evenings as she walks past my house. I wonder why she waved at me.

In the 6 years I've lived in this house there's been very little interest in me since the initial curiosity. I didn't think anyone even noticed me as I peek around the curtains to watch the lives that unfold in the street below. No one has ever waved at me before so why did she notice me and wave?

And why can't I stop thinking about her? 

And why didn't she pass my house today?

Tuesday 23rd June

Oh how beautiful she looked this morning in a flowing ankle length skirt and strappy vest top. The skirt looked like linen but from this distance it's hard to tell.

I stood back from the window, shielded from the curtains so she couldn't see me as she passed and it's a good job I did because she looked up again! She didn't stop or pause but I saw her head tilt toward my window as she strode along the pavement. I couldn't really tell what expression she had on her face as she was talking into her mobile, but she definitely looked.

Sarah came by this morning and went to the cashpoint for me while I made us some breakfast. I nearly told Sarah about Her as we drank our second cup of coffee but what could I say?

'Oh by the way Sarah, I seem to have become slightly obsessed about this woman that walks past my study window every day'? No, that wouldn't do at all! She'd think I'd finally slipped my mental moorings and have the men in white coats here in a flash!

Instead we talked about the garden with Sarah trying half heartedly to get me to go to a garden centre with her. Then we talked about Sarah's new DCI who she says she hates but I think she secretly has the hots for.

She said I looked tired today and I'm sure she's right. I didn't sleep well last night, tossing and turning in bed with thoughts of Her. I have vowed not to look for her this evening.

Wednesday 24th June

I had to leave the house today. Rachel arrived at about 7.45 to drive me to my annual hospital appointment.

Apparently I'm as well as can be expected -- well, I could have told them that! They have bullied me into having a visit from Saving Face -- a charity that supports people with severe facial disfigurement. I don't know what they expect it to achieve but it was easier to agree than to argue.

I didn't look for Her yesterday evening and I left the house too early this morning, but I couldn't help looking this evening. 

I had butterflies in my tummy as the time she usually passes drew near and then I finally caught a glimpse of her. For some reason she was walking on my side of the road (very out of character) and she stopped right outside my house making it hard to watch her covertly whist remaining far enough away from the window so she couldn't see me, but I managed by kneeling on my desk chair and leaning over at a strange angle.

She looked directly up at my window and just stood there looking for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds. It was blatant -- what does she want? Who is she?

I realised that as I waited for her my hands had strayed to my breasts and were casually caressing them through my thin T shirt. By the time she made an appearance my nipples were hard as stones and I could feel the excitement start to build below; if I hadn't been kneeling on a chair with wheels I would've had my hands down my shorts.

Why did the mere thought of her awaken unbidden desire and lust? 

I spent the evening chatting on one of my favourite websites, except this time I headed for the lesbian section rather then the hetero pages. My body was obviously telling me something so I figured I might as well find out what.

I hooked up online with a girl whose online name was Trixie but I soon decided that she was actually a guy pretending to be a girl. The next girl was much better; Tanya was bi-sexual and all too happy to tell me what she liked about sex with girls and by the time she'd finished describing her last lesbian encounter I was finger fucking myself for all I was worth.

Thursday 25th June

OH MY GOD!!! I was just making my way to the window this morning and the doorbell chimed. I was going to ignore it in case She walked past and I missed her but I'm expecting a delivery today so I ran to the stairwell and pressed the intercom button.

'Hello. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I wondered if you were ok?'

'Who is this? Why would you ask such a thing?'

'Oh sorry, my name's Steph. I walk past your house every morning and I often see you at the window. I've heard that you're disabled and I haven't seen you for a few days so I was wondering if you needed anything. I'm sorry, you're obviously fine and I should mind my own business.'

'No -- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so grouchy I'm just not used to visitors. It's very thoughtful of you to check on me. I'm fine honestly'

'That's good, well ok, I better get going. It was nice talking to you, bye.'

And with that she was gone. I ran back to my window to see Her walking up the garden path. I pulled the curtain back to reveal the good half of my face just in time to see her turn back and wave at me. This time I waved back before ducking back behind the curtain.

They were blue! I have seen her eyes and they're very, very blue.

Rachel called in the afternoon to make sure I was ok after the trauma of my visit to the hospital. She seemed to think I was too upbeat and decided I must actually be very low but putting it on for her benefit.

She's right though -- I do feel very chirpy today for some reason.

Saturday 27th June

Oh I've had the most erotic dreams for the last few nights. Steph and I wave at each other every morning and evening now and she seems to have insinuated herself into my psyche. 

This is not a good thing. Over the years I've become comfortable with my own company and have resigned myself to not meeting people in real life or making new friends, but I wake every morning in a state of sexual tension knowing that Steph has been in my dreams. We have done things during my nocturnal ramblings that I've never considered in real life, but I sorely want to try! Unfortunately nothing in my box of tricks is up to the task. 

I don't know whether to hate the weekends or welcome them. I miss her not walking past but not seeing her stops me wanting her so badly ALL THE TIME!

Monday 29th June

'Hello love; got a parcel here for a Miss K. Walker. Needs a signature'

'OK, I'll be right down'

Oh god here we go. A new delivery driver that I've never dealt with before is always a trial. I opened the door a fraction so that the whole side of my face was visible but the parcel was too big and so I opened the door wider just in time to see Steph walking down the garden path.

What to do? Slamming the door wasn't an option but I didn't want her to see me like this -- I didn't want her to see me at all!




The Watcher



At this point the delivery driver caught sight of my face full on and dropped the parcel on my foot. 

'Oh my god I'm so sorry missus, I was just kind of startled'

'You stupid oaf, watch what you're doing! You could have broken her foot, are you ok?'

OK, so this is about as bad as it gets for me. I've scared a grown man into dropping a box and now I've got someone else who doesn't even know me feeling that they have to stand up for me!

'I'm fine really; the box isn't heavy or delicate. I just need to get back inside, thank you.'

With that the delivery man fled up the garden and I turned back into the house.

'Please wait. It's Kate isn't it? Kate Walker?"

"Yes, how do you know my name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I should have said. My name's Stephanie Powell and I work with Saving Face. Since I live in your area they asked me to get in contact to arrange a meeting with you."

"Oh that." I stated blandly and without a hint of enthusiasm.

"Listen, if now isn't a good time I'll just leave you my card and you can give me a call when it's convenient" and she took a card from her bag, handed it over and turned down the path.

'Wait! Please don't go, would you like a cup of tea or something? I don't get too much company and I'm a little out of practice at the social niceties.'

Steph sat in the kitchen looking out over the huge garden as I made the tea. She had her back to me which gave me the chance to study her more closely. She was taller than I'd realised -- maybe 5ft 9" and the jeans she wore today were tight, revealing slim, strong looking legs. Her hair has been blonde this week, but up close I can see that there are darker blonde streaks running through it, but the thing that captures me most is the perfectly clear blue of her stunning eyes.

She seemed to sense me watching her and turned to face me, smiling warmly.

'So what happened?' she asked without preamble. I'm not used to people being so candid about my face and it surprised me; I liked it though and so I recounted an abridged version of how Ray turned me into the deformed person I am today.

'Jesus Christ! What a fucking bastard! I hope they never let him out Kate' 

'Me too, so what do you do exactly for Saving Face? What's your job role?'

'I've worked for them part time for about 5 years and mainly I make initial contact with prospective clients, tell them about the work we do, assess whether I think we can be of assistance in any way and if so get them assigned an appropriate programme worker.'

'Oh, so I wouldn't be dealing with you then?' I asked, hoping my disappointment wasn't too obvious.

'Maybe, it depends on the proposed action plan. Some people just need company -- which I can do. Some people need physio or massage -- I also do that as it's what I do when I'm not working for Saving Face, but a lot of people need counselling in order for them to come to terms with their disability or disfigurement and I'm not qualified for the psycho-babble stuff, I leave that to the experts'.

The way she talked in such a frank and open manner was an absolute breath of fresh air and I found myself opening up to her in a way that's most unlike me.

'What if people don't want help? What if they've found a way of coping and are happy with it? What if they don't want someone trying to force them out into the open?'

'Hey, that's cool! I'm not here to pressure you into anything; we're a charity not social services. If you're happy with your life then who am I to argue? I must ask though -- do you ever leave this house? I see you at your window almost every time I walk past.' 

'Of course I leave the house!' I stated with vehemence but the good side of my face let me down and she looked at me with a look that said "yeah right!"

'Ok, I admit that I don't go out very often but I don't need to. I have a nice house, I work from home and I spend a lot of time in my garden; why does everyone think I should go outside of my comfort zone? You saw the reaction on that delivery guy's face -- it gets kind of wearing after a while you know.'

'Hey I only asked. You're obviously a very intelligent lady and I thought you might suffer from a lack of social stimulation, but if you say you're ok then that's fine. One thing I will say though -- people's reactions to you would change once they got used to your appearance; I'm betting it's generally embarrassment on their part rather than maliciousness am I right? And if they don't change then it's their problem not yours; you have as much right to the world as everyone else.'

'Oh I know all that, but I'm fine honestly.'

'So why do you spend so much time watching from your window?'

I started to respond but every answer seemed to fall short of a decent explanation. Why was I even humouring this woman? It really is none of her business how I choose to live my life, I should ask her to leave immediately, but then as I looked into those big, beautiful blue eyes, eyes that regarded me with compassion but no pity, I sat down heavily on a kitchen chair and sighed.

'Do you like strawberries?' I asked changing the subject quickly

'You know that the psycho-babble experts would call that classic avoidance behaviour?' she grinned at me.

Oh god her smile made my knees go week, for god's sake pull yourself together woman!

'So do you?'

'Yeah I do actually, they're probably my favourite summer fruit but most of the time they're bland and tasteless from the supermarkets'

'Come with me' and with that I jumped up from my chair and headed out through the open back door.

My fruit garden is at the far end of the garden and as we walked through the 2 acres of partly sculpted partly wild garden Steph's face was a picture of amazement.

'Do you look after all of this on your own? It's amazing -- I'm not sure I'd bother going out either!' 

Oh, that smile again! I've seen it in my dreams and seeing it for real again conjures images from my nocturnal imagination that have no place in the daylight.

'There's a guy I can call on if it gets on top of me but mostly I do it all myself' I say proudly; my garden is a haven for me and I'm very pleased with the way it's turned out.

As we reach the strawberry bed we notice Copper stretched out in the sunshine on a wooden bench.

'Oh he's stunning!' cooed Steph as she walked over to my huge ginger moggy and tickled him behind his ears. 

I stood watching in amazement as he rolled onto his back and waved his legs in the air, demanding that his tummy got tickled.

'Are you ok? You've got a very strange look on your face'.

'Which side?' I quip automatically causing Steph to look momentarily embarrassed. 'No I'm very happy that you and Copper get along, I'm just surprised. He's extremely friendly and loves a fuss, but usually I'm the only person he'll allow near his tummy; you must have a special way about you!'

We filled a trug with strawberries and returned to the house by a different route through the garden -- I was pleased to have someone new to show it off to. Maybe Steph was right, maybe I really was missing out by being so socially excluded. If only I could guarantee that everyone I met was as blasé about my looks as she was.

Steph had to go into the office so I sent her packing with a large container of fruit and a promise that if she popped in the next day after work we could talk some more about my situation.

Tuesday 30th June

I have been running around the house all day like a headless chicken! Steph won't be here until about 5.30pm but I leapt out of bed at 6am, cleaned the house from top to bottom, chased Copper around the garden until I finally managed to get a new flea collar on him, started a beef casserole slow cooking, had a bath and picked fresh veg -- all by lunchtime!

I've been trying to sit and write but I can't keep my mind on the plot and lets face it my detectives never face the great Moriarty so my plots aren't exactly convoluted!

It's no good; I have to keep active so I'm going for a long overdue workout in the garage!

The doorbell rings at 4.15pm and I'm actually so into my exercising that I curse at the interruption.

'Who is it?' I pant into the intercom, still breathless from the rowing machine.

'It's me, Steph. I'm sorry I'm early -- do you want me to go away and come back later?'

'No, come on in. I'm in the garage -- the door next to the stairs' and I pressed the entry button.

When she emerged into the garage I was back on the rowing machine, determined to finish what I'd started.

'Sorry, do you mind if I just finish? I've only got another 10 minutes and although I don't work out as often as I should I hate leaving things half done. Feel free to go through into the house and make yourself comfortable.'

'You carry on; Wow this is an amazing set up!'

Steph walked around the double garage stopping to check out the equipment it held: the free weights in the corner, the running machine, the stair master and all of the pieces of professional gym equipment for toning thighs, tummies, biceps, abs....

'It's a bit excessive isn't it?' I huffed as a rowed, I got a bit obsessed with fitness after I got out of hospital and couldn't face going to a gym, so as soon as I had the money I built my own.'

I stopped rowing and sat there panting, my faced flushed beetroot red.

As I stood up, my legs wobbly from the overdue exercise Steph was staring at my body openly. She looked me up and down in a way that made me legs even weaker.

'Well it obviously pays off because you've got an incredible body!'

I stammered a thank you while blushing violently. Suddenly I had to get out of my tight clingy work out clothes and into something less figure hugging.

'What do you drink?' I blurted out

'Huh?'

'Sorry, not very eloquent for a writer! There's a cold bottle of very nice Chablis in the fridge; how about you go and pull the cork and find some glasses while I go and grab a quick shower?'

'That sounds lovely, I wish all of my clients were like you, most of the time I don't even get offered a cup of tea!'

Steph had turned to walk into the kitchen so I don't think she saw the disappointment on my face. I was already starting to think of her as a friend so being called a client was a real blow.

I ran up the stairs and showered quickly. After throwing on some shorts and a T shirt I went back down stairs, towelling my hair as I walked into the kitchen. Steph had found the wine glasses in the cupboard and had poured two generous glasses and they looked deliciously cool and inviting as the condensation started to drip down the outside.

'That was quick' she said as I picked up my glass, and then as I turned to face her I saw a shadow cross her face.

'I'm sorry' she said as she stood up from her kitchen stool and came to stand directly in front of me, staring at my damaged face with pain evident in her eyes. 'I can see your face properly with your hair wet and away from your face, he really did a number on you didn't he?' 

I dropped my eyes to the ground, not knowing how to reply.

'I didn't mean to hurt or embarrass you Kate; it's just that you're such an intelligent vibrant person it kills me that you've been forced to live such a secluded lifestyle. There must be so much that you miss?'

Her voice was cracking and I looked up into those deep blue pools and saw that there were tears forming. Suddenly I was filled with an anger that hadn't possessed me in years and I railed at my situation.

'I lie to myself daily. I convince myself that I need nothing and no-one, that my situation is fine, but you're right. I miss people -- not specific people but just normal interaction; I miss being able to go swimming or take holidays or browse the markets; I miss being able to go to the theatre or visit nice restaurants and I miss being in a relationship with someone who gives a damn about me!' I was almost shouting at the top of my voice and there were tears coursing down my face. 

'Oh honey, come here' and Steph closed the short gap between us and enfolded me into a tight embrace while I sobbed into her shoulder, clinging onto her for dear life until I could cry no more.

'Oh god, I didn't mean to do that to you. Maybe you're right and I should leave you alone and not stir up this kind of feeling?'

'No!' I almost shouted into her ear as I disengaged from her arms 'actually I think I needed to get some of that out of my system. I'm a stubborn cow and I'm so determined to be so self-reliant I don't let anyone in -- I even lie to myself. For some reason you've managed to break through my defences and touch a nerve -- it's painful but I have to face it sometime right?'

Steph took hold of my chin and lifted my red puffy eyes to meet her beautiful deep blue eyes and said 'You are a genuinely nice person do you know that? I don't just think it's you that's missing out by you hiding away here -- I think you're depriving a lot of people who would truly enjoy your company from knowing you.' And with that she pecked me on the cheek (my melted cheek!) and sat up straight saying 'Now I know I'm changing the subject but what smells so good?'

'Oh -- I didn't know if you'd want to join me but I've cooked a beef casserole with home grown veg, would you like to stay for dinner?' I was still melting inside from her beautiful words and was almost praying she'd say yes.

'I don't want to put you out, but if you're sure it's ok I'd love to have dinner with you.'

I didn't know if she genuinely meant it or if it was all part of her job to befriend me but I figured I'd just enjoy it while I could and not second guess the situation too much.

We ate dinner and drank too much wine and talked for hours about everything but by face and my reclusiveness. Eventually Steph jumped up from the sofa having noticed the time and we headed for the front door.

'I had a really nice time tonight Kate, I'm sorry I upset you earlier.'

'Don't be, I think it's about time I started to really deal with my feelings rather than hiding away from them don't you?'

'Does that mean you won't be hiding behind the curtain in the morning? I've come to look forward to waving to you on my way to work.'

'No -- I'll be there tomorrow, count on it.' I grinned.

Impulsively I stepped forward and hugged her fiercely 'Thank you so much Steph, will you come again?'

'Actually I was going to ask a cheeky question. I was wondering if I could come and work out with you as I hate working out on my own.'

After she'd left I felt the loneliest I've felt for a long time but it was some consolation that I would see her twice a week for a workout!

Wednesday 1st July

Oh what a fabulous day! I've been floating on a cloud all morning and feel like the beautiful sunshine is beating down just for me. My heart feels lighter than I can ever remember before and I've been singing to myself all day.

I can't seem to get Steph out of my head. She gave me her mobile phone number and e-mail address yesterday but I've been resisting the urge to contact her in case she thinks I'm too clingy!

I'm also scared that she'll realise that my feelings for her are less platonic than they should be. I fell asleep last night with the memory of that wonderful hug she gave me and the kind words she used. She even kissed my damaged face -- I wonder if she knows how deeply that affected me? I don't think anyone has kissed that side of my face since the day it was hurt.

I must do some writing today or my editor will be on my back. I've been so distracted recently that the new romance I've promised him by the end of July isn't going to happen unless I pull my finger out.

Thursday 2nd July

I wrote so much yesterday afternoon and evening that I've almost caught up on my backlog. Once I started the words just seemed to flow and pour out of me as if I was possessed. If I manage the same pace today my deadline will be back in sight.

Sarah popped in early this morning after finishing a night shift on a stake out. She looked shattered the poor thing and I don't think she knew what to make of the new me; I was so lively and bouncy I'm sure she thought I was on drugs!

I ended up telling her about Steph and Saving Face and how I thought we were becoming friends, but leaving out the part about me having truly obscene thoughts about her that are confusing me and thrilling me in equal measure.

Sarah looked truly happy for me -- I know she worries about me being here all on my own and I know she feels guilty about not coming around more often.

Steph came around on her way home from work tonight so that we could work out. In all honesty I would've rather just sat and chatted but she was here to work out and I didn't want her to feel let down.

She went to the bathroom to change and when she emerged in the skimpiest pair of running shorts I've ever seen and a strappy vest top I had to look away quickly to stop myself staring. Oh my god she looked divine and the urge to run over and snog her face off was almost too much to cope with. 

Fortunately Steph didn't notice and soon we were getting competitive and really pushing each other in a hard workout.

All was going fine until we started bench pressing weights and as I stood over her in case she needed to drop the weight bar I couldn't help but notice how her damp sweaty top was clinging to her breasts and that her bra-less nipples seemed to be straining against the flimsy material and fighting to get out. The bottom of the vest had risen up and I was transfixed by the sight of the smooth skin of her stomach and craving for the top to rise higher and higher.

I was brought out of my reverie but an 'OI!' and I realised that Steph was struggling to drop the bar into the cradle and had caught me staring at her. I grabbed the bar from her hands and stood there blushing madly as she stood up from the bench and turned to face me.

'Hey you' she puffed 'I could've sworn you were checking me out just then!'

Oh my god! I was mortified at being caught ogling her gorgeous body and wanted to run away and hide -- instead I just stared at the floor dumbly. 

'What's the matter? Are you ok?' as she stepped over the bench toward me.

'I, er, I, yeah, yeah I'm good.' I looked up sheepishly to find her grinning from ear to ear.

'You were checking me out weren't you?' she exclaimed with very naughty smile on her face. 'Bloody hell girl, you really must be desperate for people contact if me in sweaty work out clothes floats your boat!'

'Oh please don't be mean. I didn't mean to, I mean I didn't realise, I'm really sorry and I promise never to do it again, please forgive me?'

'Forgive you for what? God I'm flattered that you found me worth looking at; I'm not angry or upset with you!'

I could feel the beginnings of tears well up in my eyes but before I could wipe them away Steph was standing before me, stooped over so that she could look up into my face as I stared lamely at the floor. 

'Hey, what's the matter? Why are you so upset?' and she folded me into her arms in the most wonderful hug. She held me tight and her right hand came up to stroke my hair as she shushed my tears.

I was afraid to break the embrace; afraid of having to look into her eyes. She didn't seem to object to me looking at her, but there in itself lies the next problem -- was she just being nice because of her job, was she just pleased that someone found her body attractive, or could she feel that way about another woman? Even if she could, surely she was never going to entertain the thought of dating someone as monstrous looking as me!

She took the problem away from me by releasing me from her grip and stepping back to look into my face.

'I think you and I need to have a little chat, but first I need a shower.' And with that she pecked me lightly on the lips and headed for the bathroom.




The Watcher



I stood there with the feel of her soft lips burning into mine; dazed and confused and desperately hoping I hadn't spoiled what was turning into a really nice friendship -- she didn't seem cross or angry, in fact she was going out of her way to comfort me, but I had no idea of what was going on in her head.

After I'd had my turn in the shower I walked cautiously into the kitchen to find that Steph had poured us both a large glass of red wine.

'I hope you don't mind? There was an open bottle and I needed some Dutch courage.'

So, here comes the big brush off, I thought.

Steph picked both glasses and headed outside onto the patio where she placed our drinks on the table in front of a comfy padded wicker sofa. Next she came back inside and got me as I was still stood in the kitchen not liking the feeling of being unsure and out of place in my own space.

She took my hand gently and led me to the sofa where she gently put her hands onto my shoulders and pressed me down until I was sat.

'Jesus, you look terrified. What exactly are you so scared of? It's me that has a big scary confession to make.'

I took a deep breath and looked into those wonderful blue eyes

'That I've scared you away and you won't want to be my friend anymore. I really like you Steph -- yes I have to admit that my thoughts have often been a bit more than friendly, but you're the first real live in person friend I've made in years and now I've gone and blown it!' 

As the tears started to course down my face she gently took my warped face in her palms and dried my tears with her thumbs. I closed my eyes, not daring to look at her face and the next thing I knew her lips were firmly planted on mine briefly.

My eyes snapped open as she was pulling away. She had a very serious look on her face and I sat there dumb in my bewilderment.

'Kate, we really need to talk. I like you -- a lot. If I'm being honest I exaggerated my job at Saving Face; I was honest about the massage and physio but I'm not here to assess you in any way, I was just supposed to see if I could get you to agree to see one of our counsellors. I'm so sorry I lied to you -- I just wanted to see you again.'

My heart was pounding and I daren't open my mouth to speak.

'The thing is -- I really would like you to see a counsellor because I don't do one night stands, so if we start something I'd like it to be real but I can't commit myself to a relationship with someone that's going to be confined to this house. I've seen the looks you give me, I've had my suspicions about how you feel and I've tried to give you encouraging signs, but I just can't see a way forward.'

Steph had her own tears now and I leant over and pulled her to me so that she was crying on my shoulder. Suddenly I felt like the strong one, how had this come about?

'I thought you were just being kind because of your job, I never knew if you really liked me, I didn't even know you were into women -- hell, I didn't know I was into women until I started to watch you pass my window.'

Steph looked up into my eyes and they crinkled in laughter

'Really? Just how long have you been snooping on me from behind your curtains lady?' she grinned

'Honestly -- I'm not sure but It's been several months. Is that too creepy?'

'A little, but hey, no creepier than me being here under false pretences! So what happens now? What I said earlier still stands, so will you see a counsellor?'

'No. No I won't see a counsellor, I'm sorry. But I will see you, and for the first time in many years I feel like I have a reason to leave the house and join the world again. You've also made me realise that I can't lie to myself forever and that I really do miss having a life. Will you help me? I can't promise it'll be a fast conversion, I've become very set in my ways but I promise I'll try. There's a question I have to ask though -- why me? How can you look at me and find me attractive?'

'Oh Kate, there's a lot more to you than some damaged skin, and it was obvious to me the first time we spoke! You're funny and kind and generous with a real tenacious streak and you have a body that cries out to be touched.' And with that she placed her hand behind my head and drew me forward until our eyes locked and I could feel her breath on my lips

'May I kiss you?' She whispered 'I mean really kiss you, and prove just how attractive I find you.'

I felt my breathe catch in my throat as I managed a small nod and as we leant towards each other and closed the gap her soft lips claimed mine, parting them slightly with her tongue and kissing me fully and deeply but with a tenderness I had never known. My head swam and I pulled back to steady myself causing Steph to look concerned but I quickly returned her kiss and wrapped her in my arms, holding her so tightly as if trying to stop her escaping.

'My god,' she stammered as our lips parted, 'I've thought about doing that since we met on your doorstep.'

'Me too, but I'm kind of scared. That's the first time I've ever kissed a woman -- hell, it's the first time I've kissed anyone since my face!'

'It's ok Honey; we're going to take this very slowly. In fact I'm going to go home now so we can both think about this some. I meant what I said about not being chained to this house, so as well as making sure this is what you really want I need you to think about how you might start braving the outside world. I'm not expecting miracles, small baby steps are fine, but the impetus has to come from you and if we start right away there'll be no chance to back out.'

I took a deep breath and nodded my agreement although my stomach was doing back flips, whether from the idea of a relationship with Steph, the result of our kiss, or the thought of going out I wasn't sure.

Friday 3rd July

Am shattered today. Hardly slept a wink last night and when I did my dreams were full of doing normal things outside, like shopping, which is a nightmare to me! Or they were full of Steph and they were much more fun but didn't make for a restful night. I have come to a decision though -- I really have to try this or I'm going to end up a very lonely old lady!

I have just booked tickets for the cinema tonight! I thought it would be a good start as it will be dark so might help me to start relaxing in public. Have just texted Steph -- god I hope she's free to come with me, I got so wrapped up in the moment I forgot to ask her first!

Saturday 4th July

I'm feeling pretty smug and proud of myself today! Steph picked me up in a cab at 7pm yesterday evening. She came to the door and escorted me to the car and held my hand all the way to the cinema. We'd timed our arrival just as the film was about to start so the foyer was empty when we got there. I got our tickets from the credit card machine (no teller to face!) and as the theatre was already dark when we went in no one took the slightest notice as we took our seats.

The film was absolute pants! It didn't matter though -- what mattered was that Steph was beside me holding my hand and when she placed a hand on my thigh I nearly shot out of my seat the feeling was so electric.

Our seats were on the end of an aisle (very deliberate!) and we made a fast escape as soon as the credits started to role and got outside before anyone else was around, straight into a waiting taxi. OK -- so I may not have exactly faced people last night but it's a start right?

Steph seemed very pleased with me -- she gave me the hugest grin when we got home and more of those heavenly kisses as reward. I was hoping I might be brave enough to take things a step further but Steph stopped me. She had a quick coffee and left reminding me that we're taking things slowly -- bugger!

She's coming back tonight though -- she says she has a surprise for me and that I have to try to be brave, but that she won't be cross if I can't cope -- I'm quite excited but really, really nervous!

Sunday 5th July

Oh what an amazing evening! Steph came by last night at 7pm and took me to a very small Italian restaurant. I was as nervous as hell but I shouldn't have worried as Steph had booked a table right at the back in a dimly lit corner, and as we were eating early there was almost nobody else in there.

The food was wonderful and we had a fantastic evening, chatting and laughing so much that I barely had a moment to be scared.

Steph seemed to take every chance to covertly touch my hand or leg and by the time we'd finished eating I was in an absolute frenzy and wanted nothing more than to drag her home with me and ravish her; however that wasn't going to happen -- just yet

'This has been wonderful Steph, thank you so much for this evening. I have to ask though -- why did you tell me to wear dark clothes?'

'Aha -- the evening is young and we're not done yet. I have another surprise for you and you'll never guess what it is.'

'So it wouldn't be going back to my place and making mad passionate love then?' I asked hopefully with a glint in my eye.

Steph looked at me coyly and took hold of my hand

'You really sure that's what you want?'

'Are you kidding me? You've been driving me nuts for the last 2 hours -- do you have any idea what your little touches do to me?'

'I kind of hoped you liked them as much as I like touching you, I guess you've definitely got no problems with us having a relationship then?'

'None other than the fact that I want you very badly and you won't put out' I stated boldly but laughing heartily at the same time.

'Huh cute! OK, here's the deal. You want my body you have to pay for it. You come with me for your second surprise of the evening and I'll consider rewarding you with more than a kiss.' Her eyes twinkled with such mischief that it was hard to resist so I reluctantly agreed.

She ushered me quickly through the restaurant and back into her car but after we'd been driving for just a few minutes she turned off the road and onto a farm track where we bumped and bounced alarmingly. She stopped on the edge of a wooded area and got out of the car waiting patiently as I got out cautiously.

'What are we doing here Steph?'

'Aha -- wait and see!' and she went trotting up the path ahead of me.

I ran to catch her up and grabbed her by the elbow and turned her around

'So how about a down payment on my reward?' and I pulled her into my arms and kissed her gently. She responded immediately, kissing me back with a passion that took my breath away.

'I'm very proud of you honey, and this is just the beginning. Trust me, I promise you'll love it -- if we get lucky!'

She took my hand and led me into the woods slowly so that we didn't trip, all the while making sure we made as little noise as possible. I couldn't begin to wonder what she was up to until a shape emerged in the darkness and I realised it was a hide.

'Ever seen a real live badger?' she whispered as I slipped into the canvas hut behind her.

'Really? Oh my god that's awesome!' I whispered back

After about 30 minutes I was about to give up as there hadn't been so much as a glimpse of a badger, but Steph slapped my arm and told me to be quiet and patient. Soon enough she was right and a mother badger with 2 of last year's young came into view.

We sat transfixed as they snuffled around for food; the 2 young ones running around and jumping on each other from time to time. They frolicked as only young animals can, stopping occasionally to roll around scratching their tummies, which had us in fits of silent giggles.

We watched them for about an hour, our arms around each other's waists, hugging each other tightly as we watched this little miracle of nature. After the badgers left we picked our way back through the dark woods and drove back to my house. We fell through the door chattering madly about the badger's antics until Steph took me in her arms and led me into a deep and wonderfully sensuous kiss. She pulled back a little and stared into my eyes, her hands holding both of mine; pulling them in turn up to her mouth to kiss the backs of my fingers tenderly.

'I'm so glad you enjoyed our evening Kate, I was really worried about the restaurant but you coped so amazingly well -- I couldn't be more proud of you honey.'

'It was all down to you Steph, you kept me so entertained that I barely had a chance to be scared -- and the badgers! Wow! You really do know how to show a girl a good time.'

'Want me to show you a better time? Think you can handle more than a kiss?' and with that she brought my hands up and pressed them to her breasts, her chest heaving in anticipation but her eyes never leaving mine.

'Oh god yes, I thought you'd never ask!' and as I cupped those marvellous globes in my hands and squeezed gently, thumbing her taut nipples, Steph let out a little groan of pleasure that drove me insane with desire.

I took her hand and pulled her upstairs into my bedroom where we fell onto the bed and kissed with awe inspiring intensity. I had never been kissed like this wonderful woman kissed me and I wanted more -- I wanted everything!

'I need to see you. I need to touch you, oh god let me undress you please?'

Steph just smiled and stood up from the bed, holding her hands above her head so that I could pull her top over her head. Her bare breasts fell free with her pretty pink nipples sitting proud and begging to be sucked, but I held myself back and made myself wait. I reached for the button on her trousers but she stopped me and wagged her head, smiling naughtily in that way that drives me nuts.

'I don't think so lady, fair's fair!' and she slowly, oh-so-slowly undid the buttons on my shirt and let it fall down my arms to the floor before stepping behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it join my shirt in a heap on the floor.

'You're shaking' she said from behind me, breathing the words softly into my ear, making goose bumps rise on my neck.

As she walked around in front of me again we both grabbed each others waistbands and popped the buttons and lowered zips as quickly as we could. There was no teasing now, urgency had taken over and we needed to be naked together RIGHT NOW!

We nearly head butted each other as we both tried to bend to slide each other's trousers down, so we laughingly brought our hands back to our own clothes and stripped them off as quickly as we could.

Suddenly there we were; standing in front of each other completely naked. I could feel the moisture between my legs as I stood there appraising every inch of her amazing body; The flat stomach, the well muscled legs, the tanned arms with the little white strap lines over her shoulders, those amazing breasts with nipples that seemed to just keep growing.

Steph was giving me the once over too and from the smile on her face she liked what she saw.

She walked toward me and wrapped her arms around me, holding our bodies close against each other and I could feel the heat coming from her skin, matching my own desire and making me moan as I ran my fingers down her spine feeling the softness of her skin over the litheness of her taught body.

Almost in unison our hands found each other's arses and we both pressed tightly forcing us even closer together, breasts and nipples squashed together, our mouths finding each other as we kissed hungrily with tongues that danced and parried, both of us gasping and moaning as our arousal grew and grew.

'Oh Kate I really need to fuck you'

'Thank god, 'cos I really need you to fuck me!'

And we threw ourselves onto the bed, barely breaking our kiss and without taking our arms from around each other.

Our hands flew over each other's bodies and as Steph took one of my nipples between finger and thumb and rolled it gently while pulling at the same time I nearly screamed with pleasure.

She rolled me over onto my back and covered my body with her own, the feeling of so much bare flesh against mine driving me wild. She kissed my face, moving down over my jaw and kissing the side of my neck until she was nibbling on my earlobe, her breath as seductive as her kisses.

'I really need to do this, so I bagsy I get to go first -- later honey I'm all yours but for now you have to let me play, I promise you won't mind too much.'

I was in so much awe of my feelings I don't think I even responded and as Steph started to kiss her way down my chest in between my breasts my hands flew to her hair holding her head against my chest.

She licked gently around my tits, ignoring my sensitive nipples until I was ready to beg, at which point she took the first one into her mouth and sucked hard making me whimper in delight. As she took her mouth away from my rigid bud my sense of loss was palpable until she took the other one into the hot wetness of her mouth and suckled and nipped until I realised I was about to cum, tingles shooting all over my body as all of my nerve endings seemed to be firing at once as she sucked one nipple while caressing the other with her hand.

'Oh my god Steph, don't ever stop doing that!'

She looked up at me and smiled wickedly 'Oh but I have to or it won't get better!' and as I started to climb down slowly from my high I was brought straight back up again by her descent down my body with her tongue and the thoughts of where she was heading.

She lavished attention on my belly button before kissing my neatly trimmed pubic hair gently, but she wasn't about to give me what I craved just yet. Her tongue and kisses travelled down my left leg all the way to my ankle where she switched legs and started back up on my right leg. 

I was in absolute heaven, my blood fizzing in my veins as my hands grabbed the sheets, twisting them in my ecstasy.

I looked down my body to where Steph was now lying prone between my thighs, looking back at me with eyes that sparkled like topaz.

As I watched she stuck out her tongue and flicked the tip ever so gently against my throbbing clit causing me to arch my back off the bed violently and cry out loudly. 

Her hands were on my hips pulling me back down onto the bed where she could assault me with her tongue. Long, firm strokes between my lips that stopped just short of my most sensitive nub. She stabbed me with her tongue, probing deep into my vagina, fucking me with her hard with her tongue as her hands pressed my hips onto the bed to stop me writhing.

'Jesus Steph, oh that's so good.' I was almost screaming, having abandoned all control to the woman who was making me feel divine. Suddenly she slipped 2 fingers into my sopping pussy while simultaneously sucking my clit and I was gone.

'Oh Steph, oh Steph, oh, oh, ooooohhh fucking hell! I screamed as the first wave hit me like a wrecking ball; arching my back so high Steph had to kneel to keep face pressed into me. She wrapped her tongue around and around my sensitive jewel while she pumped her fingers in and out, curving them into the walls of my pussy and as the second wave crashed over me I heard Steph gasp and moan into me as her own orgasm took her.

We lay gasping for air, Steph still between my legs with her head resting on my thigh, until she crawled up to me on her hands and knees until her lips were directly over mine and her eyes were boring into my very soul. I could smell myself on her face and lifted my head and licked around her mouth, washing her clean with my tongue. My lips claimed hers and I put my arms around her neck and drew her down onto me until we were a tangle of limbs and tongues as we passionately kissed until we were panting once more.

'Damn you're good woman' I stammered throatily 'that was a hell of a reward! You know I've often wondered what it's like to go down on a woman, and I think now's the time to find out. Now it's your turn to lie down and let me take the reigns.' 

We rolled over so that I was on top and I started kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe as Steph made little mewling noises, making it obvious when I kissed an area she particularly liked.




The Watcher



I kissed down her throat to her breasts, licking them all over and finally taking her nipples into my mouth one at a time and sucking firmly while grazing them with my teeth, making the mewling noises turn into little animal growls that turned me on so much it was hard to keep it slow.

I licked all around her belly button before sticking my tongue in and wiggling it around, making her squirm and laugh -- we have a lot in common, I'm very ticklish there too, and then I was there.

I lay between her thighs with my face hovering above her glistening pussy and breathed in the heady aroma of this gorgeous aroused woman until I could stand it no more and lowered my face to her sex, sliding my hands under her to cup that beautiful arse and press her up into my face.

My tongue made lazy sweeps of her pussy as I lapped up her juices, revelling in my first taste of woman.

'Oh god you taste so good' 

'Don't stop, ever. Fuck me Kate, hard'

I'd never done this before so I took my cues from Steph and brought one hand up to her dripping pussy and inserted first one finger, then two and caressed her gently as I drew her clit between my lips gently and caressed it with my tongue. Steph's breathing got ragged and course and as I slipped a third finger into her pussy and pumped a little faster and harder I could feel the muscles in her legs tauten.

I slowed my pace and pulled my head back, blowing onto her engorged clit until I felt her muscles relax a little. Then I slammed my fingers into her pussy and sucked on her clit hard, fucking her hard and fast. Her head flew back as Steph screamed my name at the ceiling. She bucked against my face and I felt her coming in warm gushes into my mouth as I struggled to drink every drop.

'Oh Kate if that's really the first time you've ever done that I can't wait to see what you can do after some practice. Come here you gorgeous woman and let me kiss you.'

We lay in each other's arms exhausted but exhilarated, kissing tenderly with gentle touches and caresses, until we drifted off into a deep sleep in my big comfy bed.

When I woke this morning Steph was spooning me with one arm draped across my chest, and do you know what? I felt like everything was right in my world!

I rolled over gently so I could look at her and when she woke a few minutes later (probably because I couldn't resist brushing her hair away from her face), she smiled at me in such a way that my heart melted t once.

'Good morning gorgeous, how long have you been watching me?'

I laughed because I felt like I'd been watching her all of my life, I was also reeling from being called gorgeous.

'Not long, I'm sorry I woke you, you looked very peaceful.'

She stretched languorously and wrapped one of her legs over mine and drew me towards her for a wonderfully sensuous kiss.

'I feel wonderfully peaceful. Do you have any plans for today or can we have a lazy Sunday?'

'I've been thinking about that. First I think you should join me in the shower so I can cover you from head to toe in soap and take my time washing it off, and then I think I should take you out for breakfast.'

'Ooh that sounds divine. Wait a minute; did you say OUT for breakfast?'

'I certainly did, there's a lovely looking café down the road that I've always wanted to try but never had the nerve, fancy it?'

'Hell yes -- if you're sure? I'm so hungry after last night I could eat a horse.'

'I think it's a French café so you probably will!' and I kissed her deeply, feeling like I'd come home.

She pulled away from me and slid out of bed, pleading the need to pee when I tried to hold onto her. When she emerged from the bathroom and sashayed across the bedroom in all of her naked glory I couldn't take my eyes from her gorgeous body and memories of the night before had my juices flowing again.

'So what do you fancy doing after breakfast? It's a beautiful day out there; maybe we could spend it in the garden?'

'Oh I know it seems a shame to be in doors on a day like today, but I had a different idea. Look under the bed and grab the box that's under there.'

Steph bent over from the waste giving me a glorious view of her tight arse cheeks and as she picked the box up and lifted it onto the bed my imagination was galloping ahead to after breakfast!

'I thought we might play with some of these after breakfast; open it up'

As the lid of the box was lifted Steph gasped at the array of vibrators, love eggs and all of the other paraphernalia that's kept me sane for the last 10 years,

'Bloody hell Kate, you've got everything here except hand cuffs!'

'Strangely enough I didn't see the point for playing on my own, but we can get some if you like?' I grinned at her shamelessly.

'Your garden isn't overlooked at all is it? You have no neighbours who can see in do you?'

'No, it's completely secluded -- you know I like my privacy.'

'Then why can't we play with these in the garden?'

'You are so naughty, what an excellent idea! Now get your beautiful arse into that shower because if I keep thinking along these lines we won't be getting breakfast!'

We showered, very, very, very slowly and we did finally get out for brunch if not breakfast. I got a few strange looks but I'm not sure if it was because of my face or the fact that I was brazenly walking down the road holding hands with a gorgeous woman (I live in a pretty conservative area), but you know I really didn't care. For the first time in 10 years I have a reason to want to be a part of the world again.

I'm writing this while I'm waiting for Steph to get back from her house as she needed to get some clothes. She'll be here soon so I need to get some blankets to take into the garden -- I'm looking forward to this afternoon!

I won't be writing again. My therapist suggested that I keep this diary as part of my recovery -- it's what prompted me to become an author, but I think Steph's all the therapy I need right now.

I see her walking up the up the road, and this time I know where she's going and what she'll be doing -- gotta go!



The Watcher



She went with the two guys to a booth at the back of the bar. This is what I'd hoped and was why we'd picked this bar in the first place. It was never very busy, probably due to the slightly seedy air created by the poor lighting. But the music was loud and usually the patrons disinterested in anything much past the end of their beer glasses.

Being late midweek it was even quieter than usual and the two builders on the other side of the bar were the only people in the place except for me and distracted looking young barman who was obviously a student doing a holiday job. The blonde had walked in and immediately sparked the interest of the two builders by firstly looking gorgeous in her low cut summer dress and secondly by her bright smiling response to their ill concealed leers. I'd watched them move in, one on each side, as she stood at the bar waiting for her order. I knew she was spinning some line about waiting for a friend who seemed to be running late and watched her laugh at some comment from the larger of the two guys and a nod of agreement. Her standard non-alcoholic drink was soon followed by a tequila slammer, and then several more as the trio laughed together obviously hitting it off. 

I knew they would, after all I'd arranged for these guys to be there although she didn't know that. I love her too much to let something like this happen to her that I didn't have some control over. I 'd met the guys online first after advertising for some very specific characteristics and then at a face to face had laid out how I wanted the evening to play out. Mostly I wanted them to play the role of a couple of guys who had got lucky, and after watching some video I had taken of my wife sucking my cock and fucking they were very keen.

I watched each guys eyes flicker down the front of her top as she spoke to the other and I knew in that top her nipples would be visible as she bent forward and could see them straining against the material as she sat back. Her beautiful blonde hair fell over her shoulder and her blue eyes were sparkling as she laughed.

Anyway, as they retired to the booth with even more drinks I could see she was plastered already – she always was a cheap drunk and probably needed some dutch courage Again one guy sat either side of her and in the semi privacy of the booth both guys leaned in close and started whispering in her ears and caressing her bare shoulders. She leant back in the seat with her eyes shut and I could see their hands moving down to her legs from my vantage point in the shadow on the other side of the bar. Her mouth opened suddenly in shock and then fluttered closed but not before she looked straight at me with the hint of a smile on her face. The larger guy (Tom was his name) must have made home first as a huge grin lit up his face and I knew he had found her little pussy uncovered and no doubt slick with her juices.

I watched the rhythmic movements of his hand and look of concentration on his face and became so mesmerised by the look of ecstasy on my wife's face I nearly missed the point at which her top was pulled down by the other guy (Steve) spilling out her smallish but perfectly shaped tits. Her nipples were already standing out proudly and obviously too tempting for Steve who immediately dropped his mouth to them. I saw her flinch slightly as his three day old beard rasped across her soft skin, and as he drew her into his mouth the look was rapidly replaced by a shuddering breath and the tensing of her body that I had seen so many times as she orgasmed.

Tom brought up his hand and it glistened with her pussy juices that he inhaled deeply offered to her to lick off. But she pushed him back and lowered her head to his lap, both hands working frantically at the front of his jeans. I couldn't see clearly because of the damned table but I saw her look up at Tom with a big smile on her face before opening her mouth and sinking down out of sight. Her head started moving up and down slowly at first but she quickly picked up the pace and soon her blonde head was going up and down like a jackhammer. Tom teeth were bared and his head thrown back and I doubted he had the discipline to hold on long.

Steve obviously felt he was missing out on the action so he grabbed her hips and dragged her half out of the booth. Tom moved along so now she was standing, bent over with her mouth still going to work on Toms cock Steve, now standing behind her, flipped up the lower part of her dress and began running his hands over her exposed, wonderfully round ass and between her legs which she parted slightly to give him easier access. The new position allowed me to see Toms veined monster she must have been taking half way down her throat. How the hell was she doing it? As she raised her head up it just seemed to keep coming out of her mouth – it must have been 8-9 inches long and her fingers wrapped around its thick base seemed tiny.

Steve didn't waste much time and he quickly dropped his trousers and grabbed his meat, guiding it to the dripping opening of her pussy. He plunged his whole length into her hard making her cry out, pulling her mouth off Toms dick and grimacing as she struggled to accommodate this unfamiliar cock in her tight little pussy.

The barman, who had been messing about with his glasses must have heard her cry and, having walked around the bar now stood gaping at the sight of my wife getting fucked hard from behind with her head resting against and enormous angry looking cock that she'd obviously been fellating. She saw him out of the corner of one eye and gave him a wicked smile before lasciviously running her tongue around the big purple cockhead in front of her and then starting to pump it even harder into her mouth. This was too much for Tom and he grabbed her head and bucked his hips up crying out as he started to shoot into her mouth. She's never been much of a fan of the cum and I saw her gag as the sticky mess started to leak around the tight seal of her lips. He seemed to cum for ages and when he finally let her head go and she rose from this dick thick gobs ran out of her mouth to drip onto her chest. She thrust her breasts into Toms face as Steve really got to work, her ass transmitting shockwaves with every thrust. He was crying out about how fucking tight she was when, with an animal howl, she began to come again and that pushed Steve over the edge too and he pulled out and after one stroke began to pump shot after shot of creamy come over her ass.

She was breathing heavily and as her head whipped around I saw that feral look she gets in her eyes when she wants to be fucked hard. Her new friends were obviously spent for the moment so her eyes fell on the barman "I need you to fuck me". He was the wildcard, the one element I had not pre-arranged. I had chatted idly to him a few times as I reconnoitered the joint and he seemed nice enough. He was also very fit and I figured if he did decide to become involved I could live with it.

She gave him extra incentive, climbing on the table and lay back exposing her dripping pussy, all swollen from cumming and Steves efforts. Her heaving chest had rivulets of Toms cum running down it as when screamed "come on I need you to fuck me really hard" it took every ounce of willpower I had not to run over there. But this show was for me and she had made me promise not to interfere unless she gave a pre-arranged signal so I sat there eyes riveted trying not to rub my cock too enthusiastically through my trousers.

The barman obliged immediately, conveniently spinning her around on the table a bit so I had a great view from the side of him rubbing his tool over her pussy for a short while before she grabbed his ass and pulled him into her. She pulled herself up with an arm on his shoulder and I knew he was in for a treat as she lined her pussy up just like she likes it and began to fuck herself on his cock. She was lost in some sensual heaven as the barman pounded her pussy and the other boys fondled her boobs or caressed her legs and ass. It wasn't long before she threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as I saw her body convulse again and again in a rolling orgasm triggering the barman to snarl as he began to pump his hot cum into her body.

She collapsed on the table and her three lovers began to kiss and caress her all over her body while she recovered. Pretty soon though Tom was hard again and pushing his thick meat against her pussy – obviously wanting to try out what Steve had raved about earlier. Rousing herself she stood up and kissed him with her mouth still we with his cum, crushing her breasts against the fabric of his shirt as he kneaded her ass in his hands. 

Steve came up behind her and started to push his cock between her ass cheeks but she pushed him away and then got Tom to lie on the ground. She straddled his massive member slowly drawing her dress over her head and throwing it to one side. Her silver blonde hair cascade halfway down her back and I had a great view of that big purple head burying itself between her puffy pussy lips. I watched mesmerised as she slowly impaled herself on it, wriggling herself down to fit it all in before slowly undulating her ass, grinding herself around on the biggest cock she'd ever had in her pussy.

The other two boys had stroked themselves back to hardness and positioned themselves where they started slapping their cocks against her face playfully. She took one in each hand and slowly took one and then the other into her mouth.

"The dirty bitch!" I nearly had a heart attack at the throaty voice in my ear, not having heard anyone else coming in over the sound of the music. I turned around flustered and had a moments eye wander at the large tanned cleavage of the rather attractive brunette who gave me a brief smile before returning her attention to the porno display in front of us. "She's got a great ass though" and I mumbled some agreement though totally off balance and mortified that my voyeurism had been discovered.

No much else was said for a while as we watched my wife start to pick up the pace and Tom started to thrust up into her. God her ass looked spectacular from that angle and my cock was straining against my trousers at the sight of it. A sudden touch nearly made me cream myself as the brunette said 'It feels like I'm not the only one enjoying the show".

I was too turned on to do anything but pull my cock out so she could have unrestricted access and soon her cool hand was stroking my cock in time to Toms thrusting into my wifes pussy. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and nearly lost control as I went from smooth stocking to cool thigh. There was nothing cool about her pussy though and I could feel it dripping through her silk knickers. We rubbed each other silently, intent on the action heating up on the other side of the room.

"One of them will want to fuck her ass soon" predicted my new friend and sure enough Steve pulled himself away and positioned himself behind her. I saw her tense up and say something over her shoulder but there was no way she was going to stop this and she knew it. Steve spat between her legs and then slowly started pressing into her effectively virgin ass. I saw her rest her head against the barmans thigh and a look of pain cross her face as Steve gradually buried his cock in her little asshole. He paused when he got it all in, allowing her to get used to it a little, the gradually started to pump in and out of her. The look of pain was soon replaced by one of lust again as she took the barmans cock in her mouth and almost immediately I saw her tense again as the feeling of every one of her holes full of cock pushed her over the edge.

"That's a good idea" said my co-voyeur as she slipped off the stool and wrapped her generous lips around my throbbing cock.

"Get your tits out" I begged, and she smiled undoing her white blouse revealing her massive globes encased in black lacey bra. My eyes frantically flicked between my wife and this incredible pair of tits and as she popped them out, the pale skin contrasting alluringly with her tanned cleavage and shoulders. It was all too much so I grabbed her head and pushed my cock between her lips, fucking her mouth as I watched my wife being fucked like a cock crazed nympho. The barman groaned and unloaded again, this time over her beautiful face and almost immediately Steve screaming started "take –that- you –sexy –whore" no doubt each word punctuating a shot of cum that he unloaded in her tight little ass.

He pulled out and collapsed to one side giving me an uninterrupted view as Tom really started to ram into her. Steves cum was running out of her ass, lubricating Toms cock (as if it needed it) before pooling on the floor. They both started tensing together and froze trembling as the intensity of their orgasms overcame both of them. My pleasure was matched by my wifes as I finally lost it and stared shooting over and over again into the hot mouth pumping up and down on my cock.

Half collapsing on the bar I looked down, amazed to see that she had swallowed all I had given her. She smiled up at me and said "She said you might like that".

Suddenly it all made sense. The chances of a stocking wearing big titted brunette, all those things my wife and I had joked about as who I'd fuck if I wasn't totally addicted to her, walking into a bar at that exact time were infinitesimally small. But now I understood, my perfect wife had made her arrangements too. I watched her stand unsteadily, wiping the cum from her face and slowly running her slick coated hands over her upturned breasts. She looked me in the eyes and mouthed "I love you". I mouthed it back. I love her, I always have and I always will.



The Watcher



Call me Ishmael. It's as good a name as any. I'm a private detective, specializing in getting the goods on errant hubby's and wives.

People who know me say I have no scruples. They're probably right. Apparently I just don't give a shit.

I'm an expert in surveillance; and almost always catch my subject doing what they're not supposed to be doing. I'm a voyeur, and not above a little blackmail when it's to my advantage. 

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When not on the job I freelance, looking, looking, looking for opportunity. It's there, it's always out there, somewhere.

Case in point 

Walter Fidgeon had met Joan Middleton via the internet, corresponding through e-mails and instant messages for two months before actually speaking by telephone. 

Joan, a cute woman of 34 was married with two children. She managed the office for a local law firm in Jersey City. Walter was on his second marriage; he had two girls by his first wife and another one with his current spouse, Linda. He worked on Madison Avenue in Manhattan as an advertising executive for a major Advertising firm.

Both Walter and Joan felt something was missing from their respective marriages: that being the excitement of sex. And after two months of teasing and flirting over the internet they decided it was time to meet.

Walter lived just outside Princeton; he selected the rendezvous point -- a McDonald's in Newark, just one short block from a PATH subway station in the heart of Newark. Since Joan worked two blocks from the PATH in Journal Square and Walter took the PATH to Newark to catch his commuter train to Princeton, it seemed a reasonable place from which to meet -- one in which it was unlikely that they might be seen by anyone they knew and affording them easy routes from which they could return home.

Once ensconced in the cozy confines of McDonald's they talked for hours over coffee, salads and burgers. Family, work, friends, not a single topic was off limits in their whirlwind conversation. 

They hugged when it was time to part, and Joan gave him a prim kiss on the cheek. Later that night they spent hours talking on the internet, with general conversation fading as the topic moved to their respective sexual problems with their spouses.

Walter set a plan in motion and with Joan's acquiescence; they decided to meet for lunch. Joan feigned a doctor's visit and took several hours off to meet Walter in Manhattan. Walter had the benefit of being allowed extra long lunches.

They met in mid-town and had a lunch during which Walter's hand found its way under Joan's skirt. She made no objection and he touched her sex while they kissed in the restaurant booth.

They kept it to the lunch and went their separate ways afterward. But Joan was haunted by her seemingly unquenchable arousal from his searching fingers and e-mailed him that night suggesting they meet the following Tuesday after work. 

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Tuesday -- Walter had driven his Jaguar to an indoor parking lot that morning to insure they had a 'place' they might get together after work. He found a convenient spot in the lesser used lower level and called Joan from work telling her to meet him at an Orange Julius located near the parking lot.

The day seemed to drag on forever, but five o'clock came and both made for the parking lot and Walter's Jaguar. They were hugging and kissing like eager teenagers before the car doors were fully closed. 

And that's where I come into the picture. 

I happened to be two cars away from Walter's Jag when they started groping one another. I already had sufficient material on my present subject to ensure his wife took him to the cleaners in there forthcoming divorce, and made what for me was an easy decision. I dropped my guy and concentrated on my soon to be new friends in the Jaguar.

It was still daylight and the parking lot had plenty of available light beaming into it as I fitted a 300mm lens to my newly purchased digital Nikon. I work fast. I was snapping off repeated shots before Walter had Joan's blouse unbuttoned.

I stopped to adjust my rising hardon as Walter's hand reached in to feel her half-cup bra. 

I admired his sense of pace, not hurrying anything, but slowly massaging Joan's nipple through the bra before slowly lifting her breast - a very firm breast, I might add -- to his lips and giving suck while Joan moaned appreciatively.

In what turned out to be a classic shot, proving him guilty as sin, Walter looked furtively around then raised Joan's right leg and ran his hand up her creamy white thighs to her crotch.

And although her voice was diminished somewhat, I clearly heard her cooing, "Oh, yes, Walt, ummm, don't stop!"

I lay the camera down for a moment and picked up an expensive listening device, turned it on and grabbed the Nikon again and resumed taking selected shots as Walter and Joan got into it.

They kissed while he fingered her pussy, and in a relatively short time, Joan moaned that she was going to cum.

Walter added another finger and increased his thrusting speed. True to her word, Joan came like a locomotive. 

I recall thinking at the time that she must not have had any decent sex in quite some time to get off like that so soon.

He held her, kissed her neck and breast while she recovered.

I recorded her soft, almost shy thank you, and then smiled broadly as she followed with, "Now it's your turn," as she deftly extracted his dick.

Walter looked around again, saw nothing to deter Joan and placed a hand on the back of her head as she went down on him. 

I liked her style: she planted kisses all over his six inch dick; ovaled her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dickhead.

Of course I documented the entire blowjob, from the first almost hesitant bobbing up and down to the final stages where she all but gobbled his cock up.

Like Joan, Walter came quickly, warning her a second or two before jetting his load down her throat. Joan apparently wanted his sperm, for she held him tighter as he squirted his spunk into her greedy little mouth.

When Joan finally took him out of her mouth she started to laugh and rubbed his slimy cock all over her face then placed him back on her tongue and sucked him until he got hard again.

I knew the pics I got of her rubbing his dick over her face clinched the deal for me to get anything I wanted from her, and to a lesser extent, Walter. If she had any kids, (I would learn all about them the following day) the thought of losing them would bring her to her knees, literally and figuratively.

A car, driven by an elderly lady picked that moment to park fairly close to them. They fumbled with their clothing, putting things to right, with Joan giggling, "My, that was close, wasn't it?" and laughing at their brush with being discovered made arrangements to meet again the following afternoon in the same place.

Joan left him moments later, and Walter drove back to Princeton. I followed Joan to her residence and waited. Within thirty minutes, Joan came out of the house, ushering two young children, a girl about five, and a boy roughly three or four, into the family Volvo.

They went shopping, and Joan bought them ice cream cones, being very careful to keep them clean as they devoured their respective cones. I gave Joan points for that and wondered about her husband.

I was back in place the following afternoon and watched them do essentially the same things they'd done the day before. Oh this time he managed to remove her brassiere, and I got some superb tit shots. Walter went down on her and Joan returned the favor by blowing him again. 

Before they parted, Joan told him she wanted to feel him inside her. Translation: "Let's fuck someplace with a bed!"

Walter had been thinking along the same lines and mentioned a motel on Tonnelle Avenue, The Red Carpet Inn, as a possible location.

"That would be fine, Walt," Joan purred and gave his dick an extra long rub. 

"Um, how's Tuesday sound," Walter said. "My wife Linda's got bridge on that night and leaves me something to nuke in the microwave. She doesn't get home until nine. I realize you don't have that much time, but then again, I've got to travel to Princeton. So Tuesday is best for me. How does it work for you, darling?"

His use of the word 'Darling' seemed to melt any objection Joan might have had. 

"Mmmm, Tuesday's fine with me. But I'll have to leave you by seven, seven-fifteen at the latest."

"So, if we can check in around five, we have a good two hours for fun and games."

"It's not all that much, but its time together... and with a bed to bounce on," Joan laughed gleefully.

"And bounce we will!" Walter laughed. "And bounce we will!"

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My knowledge of humans from watching them while unobserved has taught me that if anything, they are creatures of habit, and so I didn't attempt to peek in on them when they went into the Motel. But I did eavesdrop on them and heard the preceding conversation. I made a note on their room number, and would rent the adjoining room the following Tuesday and drill a few well placed holes in the wall from which I could film and watch them in action.

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The sun had yet to go down a week later and I was enjoying the sunset and finishing an Almond Joy candy bar in my car which I had parked three doors away from the room I hoped the couple would rent again. I checked the digital video camera for what must have been the twentieth time, as the Jaguar came to a halt not less than 20 feet from where I sat behind the wheel of my pickup.

They were all about themselves and never even glanced in my direction. I took a couple shots of them getting out of his Jag and saw that I had captured her smiling at him as he opened the car door for her to exit. My next two shots were of them entering the motel together.

I gave them a minute to settle in then entered the room next to them and immediately peeked through the closet peep-hole. They had the lights on. Obviously they were anxious to gaze upon one another.

Joan was wearing a pink lace bra, her hard nipples poking through the lace. Walter was reaching into the cup of her bra. I picked up the video camera and started shooting.

I heard her sigh and hoped the camera was sensitive enough to pick it up. The clerk in the camera store had assured me it could pick up a pin dropping, so if it was half that good I would be enjoying both picture and sound later that evening.

Good old Walter had sucked her left nipple into his mouth, eliciting steamy moans from her. I studied her breasts for a time. Joan's areolas were insignificant in size, taking up barely twice the area of her nipples. They were the tightest circle I had ever seen on a woman, and in contrast to my ex-wife's huge-sized areola, quite attractive. They were just off of centered on her tits, which hung slightly, but were full. Stretch marks ran along the side of her breasts, evidence in the mass increase after the birth of her child.

Her stomach was slightly rounded; you know the stomach of a woman not a child. It was flat compared to some, but held a lovely swell. A scar ran across her, testimony of the C-Section to deliver the baby. She seemed to sense my gaze, or was overly sensitive to Walter's noticing it and crossed her hands over her stomach hiding the scar. 

I smiled as Walter gently pulled her hands aside, revealing the scar again, and leaned in to place a kiss along the length of the scar.

"You have nothing to hide from me," he whispered. 

I heard her sob as she cried out softly, "Oh, Walter!"

I had to give him credit; he was handling her with kid gloves and would soon reap the rewards for his patience.

I went on filming and analyzing her body. Her skin was beginning to loosen, but not too badly; it looked more like left over skin from her pregnancy; not unattractive, but soft and delicious. 

I had to smile as Walt unfastened her skirt and let gravity take it down to her ankles. Joan's panties were the same pink lace as her bra and I suspected she'd bought the outfit on her lunch hour, for it wasn't the typical underwear a lady wore to work.

Walt had trouble with the garter belt Joan wore to hold up her hose, and she playfully swatted his hand away and took care of that herself, being careful not to get a run in the hose, leaving the garter belt on after removing the stockings in as good a strip scene as I've seen in years.

Walt surged back into action, removing her pink panties and tossing them onto the chair next to the bed.

I looked at Joan's snatch and smiled again. The faintest trace of a hair line pointed down her pubic mound to her pussy. Her pussy itself was wide open; her lips blossoming out like a rare orchid. Her nub was hard; juice coating everything was beginning to seep down her thighs.

While not a nubile teen, Joan was a gorgeous woman, a woman I decided to have at any cost. Well, almost any cost. I'm not a complete fool.

Walter approached the bed, and he was all she could see. He looked as unnerved as Joan obviously felt, but he approached the bed like a puma in heat, each move considered and sensual, lithe and dangerous, and when his hand lifted up to her face and stroked her cheek softly, it was obvious that she was completely his. She would have allowed him to do anything with her at that moment.

Walt quickly removed his clothing and Joan's breathing went into high gear on seeing his penis bobbing up and down before her face while he rolled a condom over it.

"You've a magnificent prick, Walter," she said in a whisper that I hoped carried onto the video.

Walter smiled, leaned over her and kissed her softly. 

It seemed to me as if all the breath went out of her with a soft whoosh as he pulled her towards him, a hand in her hair, another sliding along her back, pulling her closer and kissing her deeply, any trepidation that Joan might have had disappeared completely. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and the idea of that was intoxicating to her.

Ending the kiss, he chuckled and reached between her legs sliding a finger along her folds. Joan gasped and widened her legs.

The finger needed no other approvals and slipped inside her.

"When's the last time your husband fucked you?" 

Walt inquired as he fingered her more rapidly.

"Um... um... I think it was three... no, four nights ago."

"I'm going to do some things to you that you might find repugnant, Joan. But I think that after we've done them you'll find you like them."

"I'm open to anything you want to do, Walter," she huffed as he added a second finger to the first.

With his other hand, Walt reached down and took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched it.

"YES!" Joan gasped, surprised by his sudden action. His fingering moved to a faster pace and she responded by humping back against them, and making a low rumbling sound into the pillow she'd turned her face into. 

She was so desperate to be consumed, so in need of being taken completely, that I had to remind myself that I would be teaching her a thing or two about sexual acts before long that I doubt Walter had ever contemplated.

Walt, experimenting with her cunt, turned his hand so that his fingers were now probing in an upward fashion. I figured he was searching for her G-spot, and silently wished him luck. 

Joan began to huff and I sensed her orgasm wasn't all that far off.

I was right about that, for moments later her body started to shake and quiver and Walter's thrusting fingers were making a squish-squish sound as her juices exploded from her vaginal canal to saturate his hand.

And with a howling, "OH GAWD!" Joan came. 

They lay entwined for perhaps a minute, and then Joan was kissing him all over the face while she gasped with pleasure, and then ran her fingertips over his chest, toyed with his nipples and bit his neck and ear lobes.

With a gentle growl Walter pulled her up against him; Joan was giggling and wrapped her thighs around his waist as they kissed more freely now, their mutual nervousness long since forgotten. 

Joan gave a lewd laugh and took another lustful bite of his neck while Walter began to pull on her nipples, stretching them out before releasing them only to grab them again and renew the pinching and pulling all over again.

Joan responded by clamping her thighs more firmly around him, and wantonly rubbing herself against him. Without thinking she pushed him back on the bed, kissing her way hungrily down his body, her fingers trembling as they drifted over his erection, teasing it until the crown appeared to be a dark purple through the view finder of my video camera.

"Ohhh my god, Walter..." she hissed, gripping his erection in her tiny hand and squeezing a drop of precum from the tip.

When he groaned in response, Joan whispered, 

"God, I adore your cock..." and brought her face to within an inch or so from his throbbing member, seemingly fascinated by how good it looked.

As her breath drifted over the head of his swollen erection, Walt sighed, "I'd love for you to suck it, Joan."

His right hand was already seizing a cluster of her hair, pulling her face even closer.

Joan smiled up at him for a moment, stroked him twice and then fed his erection into her mouth, Walter moaned with pleasure as her lips glided eagerly down over his pulsing cock, sucking decadently on him, her tongue swirling over the head of his cock, tasting him, loving the taste it. 

"Ohhh, fuck yes!" he groaned, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, his hand firm in her hair, fucking her mouth slowly back and forth, his accelerating heartbeat evident to Joan through his wildly pulsing prick.

I began to wonder how long Joan could go before having him inside her.

As if reading my mind, Joan lifted herself up from Walter's cock, gave the tip of his cock one last decadent lick and with her hair fallen across her face, looked up into his eyes before stuffing his cock back into her mouth and sucking him licentiously, sliding her tongue over his shaft then teasing him with just the tip of her tongue, watching him as he watched her.

Perhaps two or three minutes passed. I have to assume she stopped because she needed him inside her.

Her murmured words, undetectable to me at the time, but clear enough after several playbacks of the tape, were: "Fuck me, Walter. I want you to fuck me."

He pushed her back on the bed, rubbed his swollen, saliva coated member over her lips and with a loud sigh, sank his penis into her.

To my way of thinking, Walter had no finesse as a lover in this department. He pumped away at her and came quickly. My guess would be that he was done in less than thirty seconds. In all fairness, the sexual buildup and Joan's artful cocksucking hurried his ejaculation. But all the same, I'm sure that both Joan and I expected a better performance out of him.

He was finished for the evening. Joan attempted to revive his flaccid dick, stroking it and then sucking it, but to no avail.

They kissed and petted for a while then they seemed resigned to calling it a night and dressed and left the motel minutes later.

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I decided to call Walter that night around ten-thirty. His wife answered the phone. I greeted her with an apology for calling so late, and after telling her it was a somewhat urgent business matter, asked to speak with her husband, Walter.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Mr. Fidgeon? You don't know me, but I know you. I know you very well, in fact." 

Walter waited, still fixated by the thought it was someone from the office calling.

"It's about your little frolic at the motel earlier this evening, Walter."

He coughed, buying precious seconds with which to compose himself. "Who is this again?"




The Watcher



"Pick a name, Walt. I've been watching you and Joan fucking each other silly, and thought I'd like to get involved, you know? Joan has a great mouth, doesn't she?" I paused for a moment then went on. "Is she a better cocksucker than your wife?"

Evidently he'd gathered himself enough to try a bluff. "You'll have to tell me more... I don't have enough information to make a sound judgment, Mr. Smally."

"Mr. Smally... I rather like that, Walter. Nice touch. I expect the little woman is standing nearby, eh?"

"Yes, that's right," he said.

"How's this for more information, Walt... you drive a Jaguar, said license plate reads NJ, PKJ 4274. Your wife's name is Linda and you have one kid with her and pay alimony to wife number one for the other two kiddies."

"Where did you...?"

I cut him off. Joan Middleton is 34 if you don't already know. She has two kiddies herself, and manages a law firm's office in Journal Square. Need I go on?"

"What do you need from me?" he asked his tone noticeably stiff.

"Watch how you talk to me Walt. Wifey's listening. She'll undoubtedly play this conversation back a few times in her head later. Don't want to give her any ideas you might be up to some hanky-panky do you?"

"No, you're right about that."

"So here's the deal. I'll call you tomorrow morning around nine, nine-thirty. Don't call Joan tonight. Too risky, believe me. I'll call her at work tomorrow. Then we can all meet and look at some video I have of the two of you lovebirds."

"You have...."

"Watch it, Walter. Yes, I have photos and videos. I'll be only too glad to show them to the both of you tomorrow at a time and place I'll give you tomorrow." That's all for now, Walt, I'll be talking with you. Good night. Oh, Walt? Work up a truthful reason for my call to share with Linda. Wives tend to be suspicious of late night calls where nobody's died." I hung up the phone and started watching the video again. This time I didn't jerk off.

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Walter answered his phone on the first ring the following morning.

"Fidgeon here!"

"Walt, have you talked to Joan?"

"No... you said...."

"That's right, Walt. I'll take care of that detail, save you a lot of explaining. Somehow I think you'd prefer it that way."

He didn't respond to that.

"I want to watch you two," I told him. "Nothing more, nothing less. But there will be no negotiation; do as I ask, and nobody needs to know about either of you fooling around."

"That's it? Nothing else?"

"Nope, simple as that. Joan has to know, but nobody else has to if you do as I ask. You two seem to like the thrill of it and the danger. Hey, I like to watch. So it should be good for all of us. Otherwise, well, who knows who might learn about you two and your rendezvous?"

"You want to watch us?" Walter said, trying to digest what he'd just heard.

"I'll provide some instruction along the way, just so the two of you know I'm there."

"I doubt anyone could forget they're being watched."

"You'd be surprised, Walter."

"You've done this before?"

"Yes, Walter. I have."

He was silent for a moment and I used it as an opportunity to tell him where I wanted them to meet me later. He had me repeat it, and I expect he wrote it down, being as meticulous a man as he was.

I hung up, and called Joan before he could.

"Abraham and Story," she chirped. "Mrs. Middleton speaking."

"Hi Joan, this is Brad Pitt. I'm calling about...."

"Yes?"

"Um, is anyone standing nearby, Mrs. Middleton?"

"No, why?"

"Because I have a video of you and Walter Fidgeon fucking your brains out at the Red Carpet Motel on Tonnelle Avenue last night."

I heard her gasp, and smiled.

"Who...?"

"I've already spoken to Walter, Joan. Do you mind if I call you, Joan?"

Struggling to compose herself, Joan said, "Who is this?"

"You can call me your friendly blackmailer, Joan. As I said, I've video and photos of you sucking Walter's dick in his Jaguar and doing it again, with gusto in the squeaky bed at the red Carpet Motel. That was last night. I'm sure you remember."

"How could...."

"It's quite easy this day and age, Joan. Now I've already discussed this with Walter. He seems to value his marriage and I'm guessing you do too. He'll be calling you, probably already dialing your number ... so I'll be brief. He'll fill you in on my expectations. Unless I've misjudged you, I'll be seeing you later this evening. Walt has the details. Bye for now, Joan."

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Thinking it ironic, I had Walt book them back into the same room they'd used the night before. I didn't bother to ask what type excuses they made to their respective spouses, and I managed to get the adjacent room and set up my cameras and went back to my car to wait for their arrival.

I watched them get out of his Jag and look around. They didn't see me slouched down in my Ford, and I didn't expect them too. 

I waited until they entered the room, took a minute to activate the cameras in the adjacent room, locked the door and walked next door and knocked. It flew open and Walter stood there as if he wanted to fight.

"Take it easy, Walter. It should come as no surprise to you that I can wipe the floor with you without breaking a sweat. You needn't try to impress Joan with your pugilistic abilities. Now, here's the deal, I want to see you get a blowjob. But don't cum in her mouth. I want you to cum on her face. And, Joan, no hand action. You use your mouth. Walt, when you're about to cum, jerk off into her face."

"You're a disgusting animal," Joan snarled.

I gave her credit for having bigger balls that Walter, but she had a lot to lose and was only letting off steam.

"I like you both to undress now," I said quietly.

"Let's see the video you're talking about," Walter said, showing some spunk for the first time.

I opened my laptop and turned it on. I had edited it slightly so that it began with Joan avidly licking his wiener as if it were her last meal on earth.

"My God!" she said sounding disgusted with herself.

"Just think you're giving me an encore presentation, starting... now!" I raised my voice for the first time and Joan jumped, already shaking with fear.

"So get the fucking clothes off, both of you!"

Joan's knees began bouncing a mile a minute as she nervously put her hands over her face. When finally she stood up her mouth was half open, expressing a nervous smile, and said "Walter, I don't see any way out of this...."

"Joan, I...." Walter responded helplessly and started shedding his clothing.

She glared at me again for a couple of seconds and when I failed to disappear, she turned away and nervously giggled, "I must be nuts." 

With hurried motions, Joan put her thumbs on the sides of her panties, and slid them down to her knees, quickly sat down and raised her feet off the floor, and removed them.

When she'd finished she tried to cover both her breasts and pussy with her arm and hands.

I noted with some satisfaction that Walter had a nice little hardon.

"Hey, Joan, look what Walter's got for you!"

She winced, but snuck a glance at his erection.

"Okay, kiddies," I said. "It's Showtime. Remember what I said, Walt. I want you to cum on her face. Joan... no hands. Now go to it."

Joan took a deep breath, and then lowered her head to Walter's boner. As directed, she used her mouth on him, licking and kissing his cock before sucking it into her wet mouth. 

In stark contrast to their normal coupling, this was a tentative blowjob. She went through the motions, but it was a half-hearted attempt. I had expected as much, and let it go. I had other plans ... after Joan was sufficiently warmed up.

Joan blew him for at least 10 minutes, and to be honest, Walter had trouble maintaining his erection. I suppose he found my watching disconcerting. I thought it amusing for it had been my experience that the woman would be bothered by being observed more than the man.

Just then, Walter's cell phone rang.

Everyone froze.

"Better answer it, Walt. Must be Linda. Keep your voice steady. Joan, stop sucking him."

I was on target. Linda was calling, ostensibly to have Walt bring a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread home with him.

Walt nervously agreed and after another sentence or two, ended the conversation, tossing his phone on the chair next to the bed.

"Is something wrong, Walt?" I said. "Neither of you two seems to be into this."

"We're a bit nervous," Walt replied. 

"Well, I'm getting a little impatient, Walt. You two normally go at it hot and heavy. So let's see some of that, huh?"

"Joan? You heard me, right?"

"I heard you," she responded despondently. "I ... I can't, Walter."

"You really think Donald will enjoy seeing you two rutting away in a motel room, Joan?"

Joan went rigid at the mention of her husband's name. Donald presumably a loving husband had already been wrongfully damaged by her actions. 

I continued talking: "He sees you copulating with Walter here; he probably gets the kids in the divorce. You'd get nothing. You think Walter will fare any better?"

She raised her eyes to mine. "What kind of man are you?"

"You haven't figured that out yet? C'mon, Joan. Get with it. All I want is to watch you and Walt get it on. So I give you some instructions to make it more interesting. What's the big deal about that? Think about it Joan. Either you do as I say, or Donald gets my nifty package of you in the sack, not to mention the blowjob you gave out in the car."

She had Walter's cock back into her mouth before I finished.

Motivated by my little speech, Joan began sucking with a little more authority. Walt hardened and rocked his hips, propelling his dick deeper into her throat.

"She ever deep throat you, Walt?"

He gave me a pleading look. "I ... we haven't tried that."

"Try deep throating him, Joan," I said tersely.

She did try, but gagged almost immediately. 

Walter gave me a despairing look, but I motioned for him to continue and he did. Joan coughed and choked, but her lover kept fucking her mouth. 

Saliva began to drip from the side of her mouth as she struggled to breathe and swallow in time with his thrusts. He lasted longer than I thought he would, and Joan managed to keep her hands away from his cock by holding on to the backs of his thighs.

I knew her throat would be raw after this and wondered if I should make her suck me off as well.

But Walt was following his instructions and pulled away from her jaw in time to ejaculate his load over her face. He nailed her eyelids, cheeks and lips. Gravity let his sperm flow as far as her chin where it dripped slowly down her neck before petering out.

Joan gave a tentative lick to her lips then tried to open her eyes. The lids were sticky and reluctant to open and so she waited. 

I told her to clean him off with her mouth and she did without a word. Her saliva had covered his balls and without being told, lapped at them until satisfied they were clean.

"That was quite a performance," I said. 

She took a deep breath before asking, "Is that it? Are we off the hook?"

"No, Joan, you're not." I said firmly. In fact, we're going to wait until Walter here gets it up again. Then I want him to fuck you doggy-style."

Joan began to cry. I didn't mind it at all. 

Suddenly another avenue of escape occurred to her. Of course, I'd expected it and was ready with my reply before she even asked.

"I ... I could suck you too, if you'd promise not to bother us anymore."

"Joan, this shouldn't come as a complete surprise to you, but you're going to do more than blow me before I'm through with the two of you. In fact, I may have Walter blow me as well. Are you up to it, Walt?"

"Fuck you!" he spat out. 

"Might have you both lick my ass while you're at it," I said more for effect than anything else, although the thought remained with me.

I checked my watch; we had another hour and a half before they'd have to go.

To be continued.



The Watcher



He parked his car and was walking around the side of the house to the back door. It was overcast and the overhanging large tree made it dark in this corner of the garden. He had always meant to get the tree trimmed, but had never gotten around to it.

As he walked by the bedroom windows, one of which happened to be his daughters something caught his eye.

He stopped and took a step back, the curtain was pulled back and the shades were open. The sight that he saw made him freeze. His daughter stood in the room next to the bed but it was the other person that made him wary. A black man stood there yielding a knife.

His daughter, Megan, recently back from a trip in Europe after finishing high school and taking a year off before starting college was standing in the room. At 20yrs old she was still somewhat a beginner to sex.

At that moment, the man reached out and pulled open Megan's dress, which was buttoned down the front. He dropped it to the floor and left her standing there in a white bra and panties. She was standing there shaking as his knife slipped under the front of her bra between her breasts and with a swift move the man cut it open. His large hands reached up and pushed the cut bra from her shoulders letting it fall to the floor.

She stood there with her breasts exposed. He couldn't take his eyes from them. They were large but firm. The nipples pink and seemed to be poking up like a puppy dog's nose sniffing the air.

The black man admired her young pert body, and said, "Nice tits young girl, I am going to enjoy them." Then he reached and grabbed one of Megan's breasts and gave it a hard squeeze. 

She whimpered as he did. "No please don't," she murmured in a shaky voice.

Her father stood there transfixed, watching. His baby girl was about to be raped practically before his eyes, but the biggest surprise was his reaction to the scene unfolding before his very eyes. His cock was throbbing, hard and aching for release. He couldn't believe that he was taking out his cock, holding it and slowly stroking it as he watched Megan get her breast fondled by the cocky intruder.

The man stopped after a minute, her nipple stood hard and erect, a bright pink from the pinching and rubbing it had received. His hand dropped down over her stomach, making her shiver. Grabbing at the waistband of her panties he aggressively pulled them down. His eyes transfixed on her legs, the smoothness of her stomach, and continued travelling down her trembling body. "Very nice, keeping it smooth for daddy are we," he laughed.

Her panties dropped to the floor. He shoved his hand between her legs, pushing them apart.

Matthew watched his daughter as her eyes went wide, although he was not able to see exactly what was happening he was very certain of what was going on.

She felt the stranger's rough, callused fingers rubbing along her slit, one finger forcing her lips apart. She wasn't a virgin, but his fingers seemed bigger and thicker than the cocks that she had experienced. She bit her lip as she felt it thrust into her pussy, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Spread them a bit wider," the man ordered.

She did as told. His fingers delved a bit deeper into her tight pussy. She stood there whimpering, "No please stop." 

He just laughed at her, "The best is yet to come girlie."

He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down, "Kneel slut," he demanded.

She knelt down, watching as the man unzipped himself. Pulling out a large, fat black cock.

"No, no," she pleaded. He placed his hand on the back of her head making sure she couldn't move away.

"Time for you to suck my big, black dick," he taunted, as he forced the head of his cock between her lips. "Open up and take it before I hurt you."

She opened her mouth. He thrust his cock into it. She could feel it sliding over her tongue, filling her mouth with its girth and hitting the back of her throat making her gag.

"Mmmmm nice warm mouth...that does feel good," he murmured, as he aggressively started to fuck her mouth thrusting his cock in and out.

Mathew's cock twitched as he watched his daughter's mouth being invaded by the man's cock. He couldn't believe that he was so turned on by the sight. His cock throbbed excitedly in his hand as he stroked it imagining what it would be like to have his daughter suck his cock.

As she knelt there with this cock fucking her mouth there were tears in her eyes, she was thinking of what else was going to happen. She couldn't begin to imagine what it would feel like to have this cock in her pussy.

"Enough of that," he grumbled picking her up, "time to move on." He forcefully pushed her onto the bed. His hands grabbed her legs prying them apart.

Her father could see everything now since her spread legs were directly facing the window. Her bald pink pussy was exposed for him to see. He moaned to himself as his eyes locked on the sight.

The man pulled her to the edge of the bed, stood between her legs, picked them up and threw them on his shoulders. He leaned over her forcing her legs up by her face.

Her father watched as the man bent over his daughter. His cock poised above his daughter's young, tight pussy. The way he had her body positioned, Matthew anxiously looked on to see what would happen next. As sick and twisted as it was, he was extremely turned on by the thought of what he knew was to come.

"Ready for this little girl? Daddy's gonna fuck you good." The man took hold of his cock and roughly slid it on his young prey's pussy, the head teasingly pressing against her clit. 

She bit her lip because she knew what was about to happen, she felt his cock head pressing into her tight pussy. The pressure building on the lips and suddenly her pussy opened to accept the fat cock. With a whimper and a gasp she felt it hastily slide into her, stretching and filling her tight pussy.

Megan let out a scream as the thick cock thrust into her, "Oh god," she whimpered as her pussy was forced to accept the cock.

"God you're tight," the man groaned as he felt her pussy wrap around his rigid cock, warm and silky as he buried himself inside her.

The father watched seeing the cock disappear into his daughter's pussy imagining how tight it might be. He could feel precum on his fingers, and he began matching his strokes to the man who was thrusting in and out of his daughter.

Megan could feel him deep inside her, the long deep strokes he was giving her. Her pussy tight around his cock. With each thrust she gave an audible gasp realizing that she was getting moister between her legs, making it easier for him.

"Little girl I feel you starting to get wet, you enjoying this now?" He moaned as he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out, his cock starting to glisten with her juices.

He suddenly stopped, pulled out, grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed she tried to hold onto the bedcovers.

Matthew could see his daughter in silhouette form now, on her hands and knees. Her large breasts hanging down. As her knees reached the edge of the bed, he watched the man thrust forward and his cock once again disappeared into Megan's pussy. Her mouth opened wide as it went in and a scream came from her throat.

He held onto her hips as he started to fuck her doggy style, pumping in and out. He could hear Megan gasp with each forceful thrust.

"You liking daddy's dick now aren't you? I can feel how wet you are getting, turning into a black dick lover, eh." He gasped as he continued to fuck her.

He was watching his daughter, something was happening, the stranger no longer had to pull her back to meet his thrust, instead it looked like she was pushing back to meet him.

One of his hands grabbed her blonde hair and pulled back, lifting her head up. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. With each thrust she let out a gasp, not one of pain but of immense pleasure. His daughter was enjoying it now.

"Yes you little slut, take it, take this black dick," he moaned as he started to fuck her harder and faster, making her tits swing. 

"Harder daddy, fuck me harder," she gasped as she pushed back to meet his thrust.

Outside the window her daddy stroked his cock harder, wishing he was fucking his little girl making her take his cock. Oh how he would love to have her in that position, looking at his cock disappear into her tight wet pussy. God he was going to cum soon, his cock was aching for release.

"Oh god baby, your black daddy is going to cum in your pussy." He gave one last hard thrust and buried himself deep in her pussy. "Yes," he screamed, "Take this nigga cum in your tight, white pussy," and he unloaded inside her.

"Aaaahhh, I'm cumin daddy." she screamed as she felt him start to unload. Exhausted, Megan fell forward and as she did she turned her head to the side, she could see her daddy standing there watching.

He looked up and saw her look at him just as his cum erupted from his throbbing cock.

The man pulled out from Megan, zipped himself up and left not realizing that his victim's father had been watching the whole sordid ordeal.

The man's cum oozed from her pussy as she lay there looking at her daddy. He stood looking at her, his cock starting to soften. How was this going to change their father and daughter relationship?



The Watcher



ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED ARE FICTIONAL AND OVER THE AGE OF 18. 

The light reflected on her, the shadows highlighting each magnificent curve of her perfectly sculpted body. The watcher stood, concealed in the darkness. His eyes darted across her pert breasts, down her flawless stomach to the smooth wonder nestled between her milky thighs. Her tongue circled her plump lips, creating a stirring of her watcher's manhood. 

Her perfectly manicured fingers circled her nipples, causing them to harden under the gentle touch. A small moan escaped her lips and the watcher found his hand automatically grasping his raging hard-on. 

He watched as her fingers traced the contours of her stomach, making its way down to the smooth mound between her thighs. When she parted her legs it was all the watcher could do not to cum there and then as her glistening pussy was exposed. 

A finger parted the wet lips, brushing her clit as she stroked down. A look of wild passion filled her dark eyes, causing an involuntary moan to escape her watcher's lips. He stroked his cock in time with the movement of her fingers. 

Her mouth formed a small 'O' as a finger slipped inside her dripping cunt. She moved it faster and faster,adding another finger, moaning and squirming under her own touch. 

Suddenly her eyes flashed up, capturing his gaze. He froze, not knowing how to react to being caught. She just stared into his eyes. Her fingers moved rhythmically, not pausing for a second. A thought flashed through his mind. She had known all along. This whole show was for him. 

With her free hand she beckoned him inside, mouthing the word as she did so. 

"Daddy".

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The handle turned and the door was cautiously pushed, revealing her watcher in the shadows. He stared into her dark eyes with a blur of emotion, his eyes wide with terror, yet burning with a fiery passion. He moved into the room, light on his feet despite his towering form. She admired his muscular arms, which both terrified and comforted her. She thought of all the times she had fell asleep in his arms, sat on his strong thighs with her head on his chest. But she was a big girl now, and the last thing she wanted to do was sleep. His dark eyes, an attribute the pair shared, stared into hers. He reached the bed, pausing, unsure of his next move. No words were exchanged. They both knew what the other wanted. He barely had time to think before his daughter took his hand, placing it on her firm tit. He tentatively squeezed before a burst of passion entered his body and his actions became a blur. The sudden realization that his innermost fantasies were becoming a reality hit him. 

His touch caused soft moans to escape her lips, her breathing to become heavier and her body to gently thrust against his touch. With one hand on her tit, the other moved down her chest, hovering at her navel before teasing her clit. He leaned into her neck, his breathing causing an involuntary shiver down her spine. 

He leaped up, his trousers hit the floor in mere seconds. His daughter gasped at his huge, throbbing cock, staring as if she'd never seen one before. 

Grabbing her feet, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, kissing her inner thigh with his teasingly gentle touch. His face was mere inches from her glistening pussy, and his ragged breaths made her shiver with anticipation. Leaning in, he kissed her swollen clit, causing a moan to escape his daughter's lips. With his tongue, he circled her clit slowly, his daughter writhing against his touch. With an ever increasing pace he licked her dripping cunt, up and down. She thrust into his mouth, grinding her body against his tongue. 

The continuous rhythm sent her into a frenzy, and the smell of her arousal intoxicated her father. The pressure began to build in her body, moans filling the room until she could hold back no longer. She exploded into orgasm with a piercing scream, overcome by the intense feeling he had given her. Her body shook in the aftermath and her breathing ragged and uneven. 

He jumped back onto the bed and kissed her fiercely on the mouth, their tongues intertwining and their breathing ragged. He pushed himself up and stared into her eyes, before thrusting hard into her dripping cunt. 

He felt the hymen tear. 

Fear, pain and a hint of pleasure crossed her face. 

His daughter was a virgin.



The Watcher



How lucky could I be? From time to time I was having some wonderful sex with a beautiful woman I had met awhile back. Mary and I often talked about the fantasies we had about sex and how we would like to act them out. One night I told her about a fantasy another woman, Megan, had told me. One that took phone sex one step further. She wanted to participate with Mary and me. By this she wanted to have phone sex with us while we did the real thing. The thought was pretty exciting to me and Mary was game. The problem was trying to get our schedules the same so we could do this. One night while talking to Megan I suggested that we go one even better. On her next trip to where I live, how about watching Mary and I have sex in front of her live. She could listen and talk to us but she had the added bonus of getting to watch. Megan really liked the idea and we soon made the arrangements to make it happen.

A couple of weeks went by and the day came for Megan, myself and Mary to get together. Megan met me at my apartment and we drove to a local bar and met Mary. The women sat on either side of me and we talked about general stuff like work and what the cities we lived in were like. We had several drinks and soon the conversation turned to sex. We told each other about how nasty we liked sex and the girls told me how they were excited about what we were going to do. Next thing I know Mary slipped her hand under the table and began to softly massage my hard cock. It was straining against my pants ready for action. Megan must have had the same idea cause she also reached down for my aching cock. Soon both women were squeezing my dick and balls. I could not stand it anymore. I told the girls that I really needed to fuck a hot wet pussy soon or I was going to explode.

Megan and I went to my car for the drive back to my place. Mary followed behind in hers. As soon as we were in the car Megan grabbed me again and stroked my penis through my pants. I told her that my dick was so hard that I thought it was going to explode. Taking this as a suggestion she unzipped my slacks and pulled me out lowering her head to my lap. She had a firm grip on me and I could feel her hot titillating breath as she began to wrap her full soft lips around the head of my cock. I could feel her tongue swirl around as if she was licking an ice cream cone. She began to jack me off with her hand as she took her time forcing me deeper into her mouth. Before I knew it I could feel myself entering her throat. By now she had removed her hand so she could get every inch of me into her. Slowly moving her head up and down to the beat of the bumps we went over. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. I did not want it to end. Suddenly I shot my load of sperm deep into her mouth. My dick twitched for a good five minutes. Megan finished licking me clean just as we got to my apartment. When we got out of the cars Mary went to Megan and asked if she took my cum in her mouth. She put an arm around her and said that she must have since she could not see her head for quite some time and that my driving was a little swervy. 

We all went to the bedroom and laid together for a few moments. Both ladies were wearing short skirts and having just received the best blowjob ever, I was ready to get down to some hardcore nasty fucking. I began to run my hands up their legs looking for the pot of gold that my dick was waiting for. Megan pushed my hand away from her and said that she was there to watch. She got up from the bed and sat in a chair in the corner of the room. Taking the queue, I rolled over to face Mary and put my arm around her waist. 

She moved closer to me and we found each other’s lips. Our tongues met and delved deep into each other’s mouths. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I began to reach behind her and unzip the dress she was wearing. Mary was so excited. I could feel her put a leg over me and pull me towards her. I unfastened her bra and began to pull her dress over her shoulders so that I could expose her tits. I liked her tits. They were big and round and firm. They must be 42d I thought to myself as I lowered my head to lick her nipples. Mary’s nipples reacted to my gentle sucking and licking by getting so hard and erect.

I sat up to pull the dress the rest of the way off her body, leaving her stockings and heels on. I turned to see what Megan was doing and she had unbuttoned her blouse and was rubbing her hands over her tits and pinching her erect nipples. She smiled and asked what I was looking at and that she was the one who was supposed to be watching. I stood up along the side of the bed facing Mary and began to unbutton my shirt. Mary helped by loosening my pants and pushing them to the floor along with my underwear. I was still trying to get my shirt off when she took my cock into her hand and raised her head to the tip of my raging hard manhood. 

She looked at me and said that she was going to suck my cock hard and asked if Megan had done a good job getting me ready for her. Mary looked at Megan and then slid me into her mouth. Watching Mary going down on me turned her on. She had still been playing with her breasts with both hands. Now she slid one of her hands between her parting legs. I could see that Megan was not wearing any panties and that her moist pussy glistened from the light in the room. By this time I was on the verge of cumming in Mary’s mouth. I did not want to do that yet. I wanted to taste her pussy and make her cum with my mouth as she hungrily sucked on me.

I got back on the bed and we 69’d for only a few minutes. Running my tongue up, down, around and in her pussy. I paid special attention to her clit. It was swollen like never before, hard and sticking out as if begging me to lick harder. I slid a finger into her ass opening as she began to tense. I knew this would take her over the top for her first orgasm. The sweet vibrations she caused on my cock from her groans were heavenly. I licked and finger fucked her harder as she got loader and loader. Suddenly I could hold out no longer and I climaxed into her eager mouth. As I shot she too unloaded with a mind blowing orgasm. It hit her so hard that I thought she was going to suck my cock right off my body.

As we both began to relax I could hear Megan clapping her hands and praising the performance we just given her. Mary and I laid head to toe to each other as we rested exhausted from our orgasms. I felt my erection depleting and knew it would be a little bit before I could get another rise. So I got up to get a wet cloth for us. As I passed by Megan with the wash cloths as she stopped me and wrapped her long thin fingers around my shriveled cock. She chided that there had to be more left in me cause she was wanting to see the good stuff, me pounding my meat deep into Mary’s eager pussy. Seeing her blouse had now been removed I squeezed one of her breasts and told her that there was more and that she would not be disappointed. With that she took the cloths from me and cleaned me with her mouth and the cloth. I felt myself raising from the dead. Swelling up between her lips. I heard a sound from the bad as Mary was beginning to finger and rub her cunt while watching Megan revive me.

I knew I was back and ready for more. I pushed Megan away and told her she could only watch. She could not have any... Yet! Once again I was back with Mary and spread her legs wide and raised them to get a good look at the wetness that I was about to spear. With one hand Mary parted her pussy lips and with the other she took and guided me into her. I only allowed the head of my cock to enter her red-hot pussy, enjoying the warm and moistness that her cunt gave me. She still had a hold on me and began to slide my foreskin back and forth. 

Coaxing me to give her all I had. With one full thrust I penetrated her and sank all I had deep within her. I watched her face as her mouth open and her eyes closed tight with the thrill of having me in her. Pushing hard to get as deep as possible she moaned and squeezed my legs so hard with her hands that I thought she would rip my skin off. I could tell she had not had any sex in awhile. She was tight and I thought I would cum right then. I paused and waited for the feeling to subside. 

I slowly began to pull out to the edge of her pussy and then slid back in. In and out slowly until I was completely wet from her. I moved faster and faster pistoning that wonderful pussy. With her feet high in the air I was pounding as hard as I could, withdrawing to the tip of my cock and then forcing it back as deep as I could go. Mary was moaning so load that it sounded like screams. I could hear, “Oh, fuck me hard and deep”. Behind me I barely heard Megan begging to moan loader and loader. I turned to see her and she had taken her clothes off and gotten a vibrator out and was fucking herself with it. About that time both women began climaxing. It was so loud that I thought my neighbors would hear. I felt Mary gush a gallon of her cum over my cock as I continued to please her. Not so hard and fast as before, but still going from stem to stern. She was exhausted and could not move any more. I stopped and laid next to her on the bed.

I looked at Megan and she had a huge smile on her face as she got up from the chair and laid down next to me on the bed. She kissed me deep and I though I would choke on her tongue. She finally told me that since I did not cum yet that she would have to show her appreciation by having me dump my next load deep into her pussy. Mary was still in a daze as I had Megan get onto her hands and knees so that I could fuck her doggy style. I moved behind her and felt her pussy dripping wet and knew I would cum easily once inside her. Once I parted her ass and entered her she gasped from the sensation. I could see my glistening cock slide in and out of her and I really wanted to fuck her in the ass. I pulled out and took aim for the spot I wanted most. 

As gently as possible I slipped into her ass and could feel her fingers working on her own pussy, knowing that she had a finger deep inside as I began to move in and out of her. The sensation was great. I could feel her finger against my cock with each move she made. I immediately came. There was so much that I could see some of my sperm escaping her ass. Then she began her orgasm. Her ass squeezed tight like a vise. She was getting everything out of me.

We fell onto each other breathing heavily and sweating. Then I felt Mary on top of me washing my dick clean. She said that she was ready for more and that she wanted to taste my cum this time. Once I was completely clean, Mary was on all fours between my legs. Using a hand to make me hard again. I watched as she lowered her head and engulf my cock into her mouth. I put my hands on her head and began to fuck her mouth. She went so slowly that I ached for more. She purposely did that because she knew I always like the feeling of her mouth and that when she got it to the back of her throat I could not hold out any longer. Just as she was about to take all she could I heard her moan really load as if surprised. 

I turned my head and opened my eyes a bit and could see Megan with a dildo, shoving it up Mary’s ass. Megan pushed it all the way in and Mary moaned loader. In fact she ended up taking me deeper into her throat, further than she ever had. I lost it. I shot stream after stream into her. The more I gave her the harder she sucked. The more she took up her ass the deeper I went. Suddenly Mary shook and pulled her head away from my cock. I looked again and now Megan not only had the dildo in Mary’s ass but she now had the vibrator in her pussy. Megan fucked her with both phalluses hard and fast. Mary came in an instant.

The three of us fell asleep there. The women with their arms over my chest. We stayed together all the next day trying and doing everything we could think about. But that is another story.



The Watcher



He stood watching her taking a bath, her large round tits floated on the water, with the nipples peeking out of the suds. Downstairs his brother and wife were waiting for the 10 o'clock news to come on before they were off to bed. He slip his hand down his pants and stroke his hard cock. He look back down the hall making sure he wouldn't be caught by her parents. Hearing the news starting he knew they wouldn't be up for at least half an hour. He almost jump out of his skin when he felt hands close around his cock. Looking around he saw that his niece had gotten out of the tub and was standing in front of him and she was stroking his cock. 

"Man Uncle Frank your cock's so big. How big are you?" she ask him. "Oh baby god your going to kill me, if your parents don't catch us first." he groan, as he move his cock in her hand. Pulling him into the bathroom, she closes the door and kneels in front of him. Taking his cock into her mouth, she kneaded his balls in her other hand. He watches as she slowly sucks his cock and deep into her throat, then she changes the pace moving her head faster. Back and forth she went. " Oh god Baby I'm going to cum, better get ready. She took his cock deeply in her throat, and his cum splash down her throat. 

"Jesus baby your daddy's going to kill me and you if he ever catches us doing what we just did." he told her. "I don't care Uncle Frank, you've been watching me for some time and I know about it, tonight when I saw you and your hard cock I couldn't help myself, I had to have your cock." she told him. They heard her parents coming up the stairs. [knock, knock] "Yes I'm almost done, be out in about 5 minutes." she call out. "Okay I was going to tell you that mom and I are heading to bed honey see you in the morning." he dad said. "Good night mom and dad." she yelled. When the door close Frank left the bathroom and quietly went downstairs.

Turning to look at the clock she saw that it was after three, she sat up in bed when her door open. Her dad stood there. "Come in dad I've been waiting for you to come." she said. Closing the door, he went over to her bed. "Baby You told me earlier you will let me fuck your asshole, Will you?" he ask her. Getting up she got on her hands and knees, with her ass at him she turn and look at him. " Oh daddy come fuck your baby girls asshole." she invited him. He got up behind her and plunges his cock up her ass. "Oh...god...baby, have...to...hurry... don't want your mother to find us like this, God... your sooooo fucking tight, This is going to be real quick, can't hold back...to long, it's been to long time sense I've had a good tight ass to fuck." he grunted, as he pounded her asshole hard and fast, when he felt his cock ready to explode. "I'M CUMMMMMINGGGGGG!!" he groan. Laying there for a little he breath in deeply till he got his breathe back. Pulling his cock out of her ass, he got up and left the room not looking back because he knew that he go back for more and he would get caught then. 

She got up after her dad left the room and went to find her Uncle, she found him outside in his camper. opening the door she went in, he was asleep in the back of the camper. She drop her robe on the floor and stood at the bed watching him sleeping. The sheets were push to the foot of the bed and she saw his cock was hard and standing up. Climbing over and on top of him, she ease her pussy down on his cock, burying him deeply in her pussy. Leaning down she kiss him awake, as she move her pussy up and down on his cock. "MMMMMM, Uncle Frank it's about time you woke up. I want to fuck you." she said. Looking up he saw she was riding his cock already, he grab her hips and pulling her to him, as he thrust up into her. "Oh God baby, you feel so fucking tight. " he groan. 

When he got back to his room his wife woke up. "Honey could you get me my sleeping pills." she ask him. He lay there waiting for her to go back to sleep, his cock was still hard and he wanted to get back to his daughter and fuck her. Looking over he saw that she had fallen sleep again, then he heard something. Opening the door he saw his daughter walking down the hall, following her, he watch as she went outside to the camper where his brother was sleeping. Keeping quiet he watch as she went inside the camper. Going up to the door he waited for a few minutes, hearing voices he open the door and step in. "I see that you couldn't wait, honey." he said. Shaking her ass at him. 

"Well wasn't sure if she would go back to sleep, besides my ass is free." she said. "Come on Brother, you know you want to." Frank told him. Frank slip a finger up her ass, and she push back on his finger. "Come on Daddy fuck my asshole." she begged her dad. He got up on the bed and push his cock deeply into her asshole, plunging in hard till he was buried, and his balls were touching his brother's sliding cock. Reaching down she play with the hanging balls, squeezing them and rubbing them on each other and herself. She could feel the cock's growing harder and getting ready to explode. Then she heard the men scream out that they were cumming.

Frank and his brother watch as she walk around the room, getting breakfast on the table while her mom was getting ready for work. "Frank we have to find a way to get her alone for a few days, I can't take it anymore. My cocks is always hard. and every time I look at her I want to slam my cock in her." he told Frank. "I feel the same way. and I think I've come up with a way to do it. Tell you wife about going camping this weekend, hopefully she can't come, it will be just the three of us." Frank told him. 

"Are you sure honey, it would mean you'd be here alone, cause Nikki wants to go with us." he said to his wife. " Go have some fun, I'll be fine." she said. Frank, Nikki, and her dad pack up the camper and headed out to spend the weekend up in the mountains by the lake. Sitting between them on the way up she could play to her hearts content. Reaching over she undid dad's belt and pants, pulling out his cock, which was hard, she stroke him slowly, pumping her hand up and down, making him bigger, and harder. Uncle Frank had one hand on the wheel and the other fucking Nikki's pussy. 

Leaning over Nikki took her dad's cock into her mouth. Frank pulled off to the side of the road and park in the trees out of sight of drivers going by. Getting out of the truck her unzipped his pants and pull out his cock. climbing back into the truck he position himself so he could fuck her from behind. Pushing his cock in, he needed to be quick about it because they could get into all kinds of trouble doing what they were doing. As soon as his cum shot up inside her he pull out and continue driving.

At dark they pull into the cabin by the lake. Getting out they look around and open the door to fine someone had been here. Nikki went to look what was in the box, she saw clothes, toys, and a camera. "Hey dad look what I found.?" she called out. Frank and dad came into the cabin to see. "Great he made it here before we did, and we can take pictures of us doing it." Frank said as he went thru the box. "Here baby these are for you, hope you like them." Frank told her. She took the colorful pile from him and started going thru them, they were panties and bra set each with matching robe. 

"Oh my Uncle Frank they're beautiful." she told him. She had colors from red, gold, purple, dark blue, to white, and black and all were made from the sheer fabric. 

"Go model them for us Nikki." dad told her. Getting up she went into the bathroom and change into them, one by one she walk out showing them to the boys, leaving the red for last. Walking out in the red, she went straight for Frank, he took close ups of her, before putting down the camera, and pulling her into his arms, and bending her backwards in a kiss that melted her idea of what a kiss was.



The Watcher



Music plays softly, he lay in the darkness, watching, waiting to reveal himself. She stands alone in the center of the room, gazing in the mirror. Dressed in a satin robe, stockings and black high heels. She turns to her mirror self and blows her a kiss. Her body begins to sway in time to the music, slowly, sensually. She unties the sash on her robe and lets it fall slowly from her shoulders down her body to fall into a heap at her feet, revealing a black lace teddy and garter and stockings that sets his blood on fire. Her legs seem to go on forever. 

She runs her hands all over her body watching herself in the mirror. Her mouth, her lips, her throat, her breasts, he wants to be her hands. She massages her breasts and turns to throw her mirror self another kiss. Her hands continue to roam, her bellybutton. She reaches up to unfasten a clip that frees waves of long dark silky hair that falls around her body. 

The sight of her is becoming almost too much for him, he want to go to her and kiss her and touch her but he waits. She is so erotic, so sensual. His senses heightened, alert, aware, he can almost feel her hands on his body. 

Her hands dip playfully lower and lower until they reach that place he dreams about, so soft, so wet, and so hot. She starts to slowly stroke herself...ummmmmmmmmm. Senses on fire she feels him here with her. She feels a rush of pleasure knowing he was watching her and waiting. She moves to a chaise near the bed, letting one hand gently caress her breast while the other gently strokes her clit. Her breath quickens, she moans. Gently a finger enters her. She closes her eyes and knows he will come to her. 

He moves slowly, silently she feels his presence moving closer, her body so sensitive. She feels a hand caressing her body; it seems to be everywhere at once. She is on fire, already close to her peak. She opens her eyes he kisses her long and slow. He pulls her to her feet and leads her to the bed. He lies down and pulls her on top of him letting her feel his hardness against her inner core. ooooooooooooo. 

He gently moves her onto her back and slowly funs a single finger down her forehead, her nose, her lips, and then he pulls her close and moves closer to her their breath hot. Their lips meet gently caressing, his tongue, teasing licking her lips. Her lips part and their tongues meet in an age-old dance. He trails a line of kisses down her throat to her breasts. Taking one into his mouth he begins to suck softly and first then harder. She moans as her nipples harden, as his hands do some exploring of their own. 

He reaches between her thighs to find her hot and dripping wet, not being able to resist, he leans down and flicks out his tongue for just a taste. He takes a finger and slowly strokes her. He pulls back and starts raining kisses all over her body and again licking and sucking her nipples and breast, her belly button. She wriggles in anticipation. He takes his tongue lower kissing her inner thighs, blowing on her hot pussy. Then he slowly licks her, his tongue circling that little button, she clenches her thighs as the hot sweet nectar just pours out of her. He cannot help but taste as he continues to lick her and caress her with his tongue. Touching, teasing, he slips a finger gently inside of her, so wet, so hot, so tight as her muscles contract around his finger. 

She feels like she is drowning in the waves of pleasure wash over her. He moves over her and lets his hot hard long cock slowly slips inside her until he fills he completely. They moan in unison, the sensations so powerful, every nerve come alive. They begin to move as one in that ancient rhythm. He thrusts into her and she meets him in an easy rhythm. They bodies hot and wet and locked together, they kiss, her juices mingling on their tongues. 

HE rolls her over on top of him and she sits proudly astride him, riding him slowly. He feels like he's filling every part of her. He takes her breasts in his hands, he just cannot seem to stop touching her, so passionate so sensual. Senses awakened he's breathing her passion, her heat, her fire. Her muscles contract all around him, tighter, tighter. He grasps at his control, as she shudders with a mind-blowing orgasm that just rocks her body, she increases her rhythm wanting all of him. She quickens trying to take him with her but he resists fighting for control. He painfully withdraws from her, and she feels the loss as her body shudders in protest. 

She piles up some pillows and leans into them offering herself again. He moves behind her and enters her, she moans in sheer ecstasy. As he increases his rhythm and fucks her harder and faster, she cannot stop cumming, the juices dripping between them. His hands caressing her back, her bottom. His breath quickens, she clutches him tighter. He fucks her harder and harder until they are screaming their pleasure, they cum as one. He fills her and their juices mingle together, to slowly drip out of her. They kiss and she tastes herself on his lips. They lay back lost in their pleasure, as they slowly fall asleep in each other's arms.



The Watcher



It was a perfect day. The sun was shining, the air was warm, and everything in life seemed just fine. As Gordon leaned out on the balcony railing of their rented beach house, looking out over the gentle surf as it rolled in over the pebbled beach, he was glad he had let Pam talk him into taking this holiday. Life in the city was always busy, with never a moment to spare, and he hadn't realized just how much stress he had been under in his job until he had arrived here, a few days earlier. 

The sun had not long since risen above the horizon, but there was something about this time of the day that made him somewhat at peace with himself. A gentle breeze lifted the lacey curtains that covered the balcony entrance, and Gordon could see Pam still sleeping peacefully in the four-corner poster bed. He liked to watch her sleep. There was an angelic quality to the way her face looked when she rested. He suspected the events of last night had a lot to do with how sleepy she was this morning, and the memory of it made his boxers a little tighter. 

With a soft sigh, Pam stirred and rolled over, presenting him with her naked back as the covers slipped away slightly. He thought back to the night before, remembering how her back was before him, arched slightly as she pushed back against him, his erection pushing deep and hard into her welcoming depths. Never had he met a woman who could get him so aroused so easily and so often. She was magnificent, to say the least. 

As quietly as he could, he crept through the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. After the pleasures they had shared last night, a good breakfast was the least he could do for her. Before long, bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee were loaded on a tray and carried back up to the bedroom. Placing the tray on the bedside, he sat on the edge of the bed and softly caressed her cheek. "Pam? Pam, sweetheart... Breakfast is ready."

Pam moaned a little and opened her eyes, looking up at him with more love then he thought any man could possibly deserve. Propping herself up against the bed-head, the soft pink satin sheets the only thing to cover her womanly form, she leaned forward to give Gordon a tender kiss good morning. She could taste the coffee and bacon on his lips, and suddenly realized how hungry she was. As she ate, they talked about what to do for the day. They only had three days left in the beach house, and wanted to make the most of their time alone together. One of the reasons Pam had chosen this place for a holiday was because there was so little to do here, and they both would be forced to rest and spend quality time together. It was decided that a nice walk along the beach was the order of the morning. 

With breakfast out of the way, Pam selected her favorite blue bathing suit, and an over-sized tee shirt to wear on their walk. She would have loved to get a nice tan, but she had the kind of skin that burned easily, so it was better to cover up. Gordon slipped into his black bathers and a green shirt, passed Pam her hat and donned his own. It was still early and the shoreline would not heat up for some time, so they decided against shoes. 

The water was cool as it lapped gently about their ankles, and small fish darted in and out, searching for food and making Pam giggle at their antics. Neither of them could remember the last time they had felt so relaxed and at ease. Taking her hand, Gordon led Pam out of the surf and higher up on the shoreline. They had found some amazing things that had washed up in the surf at high tide: bottles with labels written in languages they could not decipher, oddments of clothing, even a life-ring off a boat called 'Wave Length.' They spent some time speculating over how it could have come to be there; the conversation ended up with them both in fits of laughter, and an exciting love making session on the rug in the living room. 

At the end of the beach stood a disheveled pile of rocks that looked more like a man-made mess than something nature could have created. Hand in hand, they made their way around the rocks; still laughing at the silly possibilities of how a woman's shirt came to be washed up with the tide. As their ideas and explanations became more erotic, so too did the heat between them begin to build. Without warning, Gordon wrapped his arms about Pam and pulled her to him, smothering her mouth in a passionate kiss. 

Pam returned the kiss eagerly, her tongue reaching out to dance with his as the salty taste of the sea covered their lips. Leaning her back against a large, smooth rock, Gorgon's mouth found her neck and throat. Kissing with a renewed hunger, his hands reached beneath her shirt, seeking out and finding her ample breasts, pulling the top of her bathers aside and taking her hard nipples between his fingers. Pinching and squeezing, hard enough to arouse her further, but not hard enough to cause her any discomfort. Their flames of passion grew quickly and it wasn't long before Gordon had to have more of her. 

In one quick movement, he lifted her tee shirt off over her head, leaving her breasts exposed above the disheveled bather top. His hungry mouth sucked her aching nipples deep and hard, the soft moans emanating from her lips told him that she wanted more. She wanted him as desperately as he wanted her, and neither of them was prepared to wait long for the pleasures they both hungered for. Pulling the bottom of her bathers aside, his fingers began to explore her hidden treasures, dipping deep into her creamy love canal and discovering her pulsing depths. 

Pam's body was consumed with passion and lust, desiring to pleasure him as much as he pleased her. Reaching for the front of his bather, she began to stroke his throbbing erection through the fabric. She wanted more, wanted to release his magnificent beast from its captivity, but he gently pushed her back. Lifting her onto the flat surface of the rock, he laid her out like a three-course meal and stood before her, gazing upon her with hungry intent. 

Pulling the crotch of her bather to the side once more, he buried his face between her milky white thighs, the soft fur covering of her pussy caressing his face, and tickling his nose. How he loved the smell of her, the taste of her. Lashing out with his tongue, he licked and lapped furiously at her glistening lips, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her feminine depths. She was everything a man could desire, and more. Taking his tongue from her pulsing hole, he slid a finger into her, delighting in the way her body reacted to his attention. He added a second finger, and a third, his tongue and lips feasting on her sensitive clit. Picking up her clit between his tongue and top lip, he stretched it out to its full length and released it, only to repeat the process while his fingers bathed in her feminine juices. 

At last, he could resist no more, and he lifted her down and lowered her to the sand. He did not bother to remove her clothing, or his own, choosing instead to simply pull the offending fabric aside and plunge his stiff cock hard into her dripping pussy. Over and over, he drove his hardened erection into her; they were not making love, but rutting like animals in heat. Pam lifted her hips to meet his every thrust, adding force to his penetration. His hungry mouth sucked her nipple hard, causing her to groan in both pleasure and pain, but never did she consider asking him to stop. 

Harder and harder, he drove into her, relentless in his desire to bring her to orgasm, and fill her with his own hot seed. Pam cried out, her fingers digging deep into his upper arms as her back arched and her body released incredible spasms of orgasmic pleasure. The pulsing sensation of her pussy gripping tight around his cock was all that he had been waiting for. With a deep groan, his cock burst within her, releasing a flood of hot, thick cream that overflowed from her tight hole and ran down the crack of her ass and into the sand. 

Spent at last, Gordon eased himself down on top of her, and Pam hugged him close as his cock softened inside her, both of them panting and struggling to regain their breath. As their bodies calmed, and senses returned, Gordon heard a soft grunting sound behind them. When he looked around, he was shocked to see a man in his mid-thirties leaning back against a large boulder, his cock in his hand, cum dripping down and covering a rock at his feet. Hie eyes were closed, obviously enrapt in the heat of his pleasure as his cock softened in his hand. 

Gordon was unsure as to whether he should be angry with the man, or invite him to join them. As much as he was shocked that someone had been watching them, he found the idea of being watched quite thrilling. Pam straightened her bathers, and reached for her tee shirt, covering her body as best she could. She was blushing so badly that she looked sunburned. Together, they sat silently and waited for the man to finish, at a loss for what to do next. 

When the man opened his eyes again, he realized Gordon and Pam were watching him, and he panicked. Tucking his cum-covered cock back into his shorts, he turned and ran up the beach, vanishing into the bushes. 

Gordon rose to his feet, reaching out a hand to help Pam up. For a moment they looked at one another, and then up the beach to where the stranger had vanished. The tension and confusion was obvious to them both, neither of them truly comprehending what had just happened. All of a sudden, Pam burst out in a fit of laughter, and Gordon was quick to join her. They were both a little embarrassed about what had happened; still, as they thought back over their wild actions, imagining the scene they must have presented as the man stumbled upon them, they both felt a little wicked and hot. 

Brushing some sand from Pam's cheek, he gave her a wicked smirk. "Perhaps we should sell tickets next time." 

Pam was consumed by another burst of laughter, wrapping her arms about Gordon and kissing him hard. "How about we cool off with a swim, Lover?" 

Hand in hand, they raced for the water, throwing their hats aside and plunging into the cool ocean. They felt like two kids at play, and were enjoying every second of it. Later that evening, thoughts of the stranger watching them spurred them on to new sexual heights. Each morning, for the rest of their vacation, they returned to the rocks and made hot, animalistic love. They imagined that the strange man was still there watching them, his cock in his hand, stroking himself hard and fast as he watched them fuck. 

Pam and Gordon never returned to that holiday cabin on the beach, but they had memories that would always make them hot on cold winter nights, for a very long time to cum.



The Watcher



Every day, weather permitting, for a year gone now, we have picnicked in the park together. We meet there at the gate at precisely noon - I, with picnic basket in hand and he, with our blanket folded over his shoulder. He greets me with a seemly kiss followed by inquiries into my morning's activities as we link arms to stroll the public walkway which meanders through the large park's picturesque grounds. 

Not far along, the walkway forks. It is here that we veer to the left, leaving the open spaces dotted by oak, birch and cherry for a little-traveled lane that winds off between the tall hedgerows. The twisted path beckons as the hedge shadows draw close. We smile into each other's eyes, fancying the secret hidden beyond the over-crossed boughs at the lane's end is ours alone, for the secluded garden within the park is ever deserted on our arrival.

Deserted, that is, until the day we turned at the hedge's end, to find we were not the sun-drenched lawn's sole tenants. There was a stranger sitting cross-legged in our private haven, reading a newspaper while eating his lunch on the stone bench in the honeysuckle's shade. He was youngish, well dressed in a dark business suit similar to the one Master wore. When he glanced up, he smiled at us from an open, honest face. We smiled back but exchanged no words, only spread our blanket some yards away in the pool of sunlight slanting warm upon the grass. 

I was naked beneath the light cotton sundress Master had chosen for me early that morning, for that is how he prefers me. Accessible. I took care to preserve my modesty before our unexpected company, tucking my flared skirt beneath me as I sat. Sighing at the sun's kiss against my bare legs, I reached inside our picnic basket and spread our lunch upon the blanket. We ate, keeping our conversation low. From time to time, I caught the stranger glancing at us over his newspaper's top edge. Master leaned over to whisper in my ear, "He's watching you, precious."

Suddenly I felt shy, self-conscious and somewhat nervous - it is an emotional state which, I knew, Master took pleasure in reducing me to. My heart throbbed as Master made a show of kissing me, ensuring he leaned into me just far enough to cause me to lose my balance so that I had to flail my legs to keep myself upright. My skirt came untucked, riding up to reveal an expanse of thigh. 

Master broke the kiss. We caught the stranger's eyes flicker toward us again as I reached down to preserve my modesty. "Yes, he's definitely watching you, precious," he breathed. Colouring up, I looked the other way, but Master turned my face back to his and kissed me again, much deeper this time. His hand dropped to my leg where he grazed me with long, caressing strokes that slid my dress higher on my thigh with every pass.

I knew not if the stranger watched us at that moment, for when Master kisses me in that soul-sucking way I find it difficult to concentrate on much else, but as he broke from me I peeked up to catch the stranger looking hurriedly back down at his paper. I knew then that he had been watching. 

Master smiled lazily down on me. Pride of ownership was in his eyes. "He wants you, precious," he whispered to me. I ducked my head in an effort to hide my flush and busied myself in packing our lunch's remnants away while Master finished his dessert in smug silence. I felt the stranger sneaking glances toward us, little glimpses which for some reason made my hands clumsy. Glances that always cut away when Master returned the glances himself.

At last, Master had me lick the last cake crumbs from his fingers before we stood and gathered up our basket and blanket to leave. Master nodded a smiling farewell to the stranger as he settled his hand on my bottom. I passed the stranger walking a little stiffly, possibly because my buttocks were in receipt of a thorough massage. Master guided me through our secret garden's exit with the casually whispered comment, "I think we shall have company again on the morrow, precious."

Of course, Master is always right.

Master smiled a greeting to the garden's other occupant when we stepped from the hedgerow's deep shadows into the dazzling sunlight the next day. The stranger blushed faintly, but returned the smile before quickly lowering his head back into his newspaper.

I felt my stomach knot when Master spread our blanket several feet closer to the stranger than he had the day before. The dress he'd chosen for me that morning was shorter than the one I'd worn the previous day. Much, much shorter. I was conscious that I would have to be very careful not to expose my bottom's curve when I knelt to unpack our basket.

Master sprawled comfortably beside me with his long legs stretched out and his weight resting on one elbow. "Loosen my tie, precious," he said softly. I knew my effort to keep my bottom tilted in such a way so as not to display my bareness to the stranger amused Master, for he was quick to point out my failure. "Well done, precious. The watcher's jaw dropped nearly to his feet when you bent forward just now." Again, I felt heat suffuse my face.

Smiling, Master tenderly caressed my pinked cheek. "You know how I love your blushes, precious. Now, feed me."

So, Master had me kneel prettily for him with my knees the customary shoulder width apart, ensuring that he placed me at such a distance away that I was required to bend from the waist to present him with every morsel. He told me to wait, bent just so at the waist, while he chewed enjoyably, so I might dab at his lips with the napkin before he allowed me to straighten, choose another tidbit for him from the basket and then start the process all over again. He permitted me to feed myself between offerings to him and, trying very hard to forget the stranger watching us so covertly over his paper, his own lunch apparently forgotten, I spoke quietly with Master of inconsequential things while we fed. 

After a little while, once our grapes and sandwich bits were gone and I was about to cut up the cake into bite-size bits, Master beckoned me to come closer, to kneel up right beside him. Hesitantly, I did his bidding. I found myself embarrassed, though somehow not overly surprised, when he touched me, running his hand from my knee right over my hip to my waist. He made quite certain my skirt lifted with his hand's drag. "I have something sweeter than cake in mind for dessert, precious."

I swallowed. The watcher's hands had slackened on his paper. His eyes peered over its edge, round with fascination. Master murmured steadily to me, "See? He can't keep his eyes off you, precious. His newspaper is shaking." 

I didn't look, of course, though I knew Master wanted me to. I was too nervous. Too mortified. I only kneeled by his side, submissively still but for my shallow breaths, while his hand left my thigh, traveled to my waist then climbed to cup my breast. He raised his other hand, fondling me through the thin material of my dress, lifting the full globes, testing their weight, squeezing and massaging until my flesh flooded with a familiar aching heaviness. My eyelids fluttered. Master smiled shrewdly up at me from where he lay, relaxed on his back. I sensed the stranger watched openly now, his newspaper gone limp. 

Slowly the buttons down my dress front gave way to Master's fingers. I couldn't help swaying when he slid his hands through the opening he'd made to touch my skin. I stiffened, then gasped when he plucked at each nipple in its turn, twitching them into prominence. I could see the watcher from my eye's corner. He had uncrossed his legs to shift his position on the hard bench and had cast his lunch aside. Master turned to smile openly in his direction - a mocking "Look what I've got!" smile. 

"Turn around. Face him," I was told, so I swiveled reluctantly on my knees as Master kneeled up behind me, his arms circling me. He tugged my dress open to the waist and spread the flimsy material with his capable hands. I kept my eyes lowered but I knew the stranger stared intently at my naked breasts - breasts which Master cupped and kneaded until my lips parted on a shaken moan. But my moan did not satisfy him, so he pinched my nipples with a casual brutality that made me shiver with faint gasps. The watcher gaped at my breasts, unable to look away. 

"Sit. Lean back against me, legs out straight," Master instructed me, easing me back against him. My head fell to rest against his chest, and as it did, he tipped my face up to him so he could crush his mouth savagely against my own. Overcome by feminine weakness, I whimpered helplessly. All the time he ravaged my mouth, he squeezed my breasts hard enough to leave his fingers' pink imprints against my snow-pale flesh.

"Lift your knees, precious. Spread yourself. Show him how wet he's helped make you," Master whispered gently on breaking the brutal kiss. Dazed, I obeyed, drifting my legs slowly apart as they bent. Releasing my breasts to bob pink and white in the sunlight, he drew my skirt to my waist, revealing me completely. My legs trembled. I trembled. The trembling didn't stop Master from slapping my thighs farther apart. Wide, wide apart. I burned with shame when I felt the blanket dampen beneath me.

"I think his cock must be hurting him from how hard it's grown in his trousers," Master whispered in my ear, returning his calculated attention to my aching breasts with a swirl of his fingers around my distended nipples. The light, painfully teasing touch made me feel as if my breath had been cut off. Panic, along with baser feelings, set my pulse to a wild flutter in my throat's hollow. 

"He wants to free his cock, to close his fist around it and pump himself while he watches me play you. I know he does. I can tell by the way his fingers are twitching. They're twitching - just like your sopping sex is twitching, precious." 

Master told the truth. It was an undeniable, humiliating truth, for I sat in a tiny puddle of my own making and could feel my sex lips swollen in pout; indeed, they seemed almost to sulk and I felt my welling desire trickle in sly time with my heart's pulsing beat. The heat in my face crept down to stain my breasts with my shame.

"Such a pity he hasn't the nerve, isn't it precious? I'd like to see him, cock in hand, blatantly jerking himself to the rhythm of my hands on you," Master whispered, tweaking my rosy nipples and scrubbing his cool palms lightly across their delicate peaks. I moaned. It was a quiet, desperate, pleading sound. 

"See how his eyes dart from your breasts to your smooth, slicked pussy? He's imagining the sweet taste of these..." Master pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, elongating my tender flesh to its extreme with a seductive traction that made me pant. "…even while he's fantasizing sinking his cock deep inside your tight heat."

It didn't bear thinking of! That a complete stranger watched me, unable to tear his eyes from my body, astounded by my compliance, agog at my blushing submission. And yet - yet - I couldn't bear not to think of it.

"Look at him, precious. Raise your eyes. Look at him," Master commanded me. 

I tried. I tried so hard to obey. I wanted so badly to please him. But I couldn't bring myself to. Mutely, miserably, I shook my head, keeping my lashes lowered. My face felt afire. 

"You'll be whipped for your disobedience - later," he told me, cruelly twisting my nipples, as if to emphasize his point. Of course, I'd known I would be. 

Master never touched my sex at all. He didn't have to. He had only to work my breasts and nipples under the hot sun and then, when he was ready, to whisper, "Come for me, now." He'd known from the moment the watcher first glanced our way that I was already lost.

Nothing was ever said to the stranger. He never touched me. He only sat on the hard stone bench, shifting from hip to hip - and watched.



The Watcher: A Haunted House Story



Preface

Kristie was 28, married and had a great job, exactly how she wanted it. Kristie had never really been left wanting for anything in her life. Some might say she's lucky while others might call her spoiled. Either way, she's used to getting what she wants.

At 5'4" and only 105 lbs, Kristie is quite petite. Her mother was Japanese and her father's roots were European. She had her mother's beautiful complexion and silky black hair, but her father's blue eyes. She had other features that came from her father's side too, like that she was also taller than everyone on mother's side of the family and also got her hourglass figure from her father's side. While she wasn't overly top heavy, her boobs looked large on her small frame. It was the same with her butt, any red blooded male would think it's perfect. But like most women, Kristie thought it was too big though.

Kristie had been a cheerleader in high school and went to a State College to earn her bachelors in business administration. It was there that she met her future husband, Tony. They started dating her Junior year in the fall and they were married the year after she graduated.

Tony was career focused and was able to get his foot in the door with a major IT company shortly after graduating and Kristie was able to get a job working at the corporate offices of a manufacturing company. After six years into their careers everything seemed to be going to schedule. 

Next up on Kristie's plan was to buy a house. The housing market was pretty bad, but if you looked in the right places you could still find hidden gems.

Chapter 1

After spending a few Sunday's checking out open houses, Kristie and Tony were starting to feel frustrated. Everything was either way too expensive or a total mess until Tony found an online listing for a house like looked nice in the pictures and the price was right up their alley. 

Kristie called the real estate company that had the listing and scheduled a tour. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst the couple left work early to meet the agent.

Tony used the GPS to find the address that was just outside the city limits. The further away from the center of town, the more green their surroundings were. Big beautiful oak trees that had been around for years made a beautiful canopy over the two lane street they were riding on. 

"It's going to take a lot longer to get to work." Tony said, breaking the silence while keeping his eyes on the road. 

"Turn there!" Kristie shouted as they passed a small street to the right. 

Tony slammed on the breaks of their small Toyota Prius activating the seat belts as the couple slammed forward. 

"Damn it, Kristie. You can't do that. You're going to get us in a wreck!" Tony said irritated.

"You passed it, that's the name of the street right back there." Kristie said ignoring the attitude.

Tony looked at his phone. The GPS didn't even show a street there so he zoomed the map out and saw the location that it was sending them to was still a ways off. Knowing he wouldn't hear the end of it, he put the car in reverse and backed up on the empty canopy road to see where his wife was directing her.

It was a small unpaved road that led into a densely wooded path. Tony was just about to ask if she was sure, when he noticed the sale sign that was nearly blocked by an overgrown bush. 

They pulled onto the dirt road slowly as they approached a mailbox. 

"Is that it?" Tony asked. 

"Pull closer, I can't see the numbers on the side of the mailbox."

Tony pulled closer, but by then he could see it wasn't the right house number. They were already pulling away when Kristie announced that it wasn't the house they were looking for. 

Each driveway was about 100 yards in between each other when they arrived at the third mailbox.

"That's it." Kristie announced proudly that she noticed it first.

They turned into the gravel driveway and the trees thinned out to a yard with a Victorian style home sitting peacefully. The driveway led up the front of the house before circling back to the same path that led them here.

An older Cadillac was already sitting in the driveway and the couple parked right behind it. They got out of the car and were starting to asses the outside of the home when a woman's voice broke their train of thought.

"You must be the Parkers! I'm so glad you could make it!" An older woman in a dress suit said from the front door. 

The woman stepped carefully down the wooden steps leading down to the driveway.

"I'm Mary Stephens and I will be showing you the house." The woman said, reaching out to shake the hands of the couple. 

Marry looked like she was in her early sixties, but was trying a little too hard to look younger with her hair color obviously not the shade of blonde it was currently dyed as. 

"Why don't we go inside and have a look!" Mary suggested waving her hand towards the front door. 

As they walked up the steps Tony looked carefully at the condition of the wooden staircase. They had been painted white at some point and it was either faded or peeling in most places. He was surprised at how sturdy they felt though. 

They walked into a beautiful foyer with a simple but elegant chandelier and wooden floors. 

Kristie spoke up, "Are floors made from real wood?" 

"Yes, all the woodwork is made from real wood. Most of it, I believe, is Oak." Mary replied.

Off the entry way was a staircase that led to the second story where there were three bedrooms. There were two big open rooms on both sides and the kitchen were just past the staircase. Under the stairs was a door that led down to a surprisingly large basement. The main house was well lit and with no blinds or curtains on any of the large windows, the natural sunlight warmed the house. 

Kristie couldn't help but comment at every little thing she liked about the house which upset Tony, who was trying not to look too interested to help with any possible negotiations. Secretly he was impressed with the house. While a little outdated, everything appeared to be solid and in good condition. He couldn't help but wonder what the catch was. The listing was clearly under market value and it looked like the house had been on the market for a while.

"Let's do it!" Kristie whispered excitedly to Tony.

Tony groaned, seeing that the Realtor had heard Kristie's comment. He motioned with his hands for her to calm down.

"It's a beautiful house. So I have to ask, why has it been on the market this long?" Tony asked doing his best negotiator impression.

"It's really just been a tough market and honestly, it's not the most convenient location either." Mary said using her sales charm.

Tony didn't say anything waiting for her to continue.

Mary continued, "I do have to let know by law that the previous owners died here."

Kristie gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

Mary tried to distract and continued on, "The house sat in escrow for quite a while the couple's estate was worked out. Then the housing market crashed and one thing led to another. Now it's a real steal!"

Kristie's eyes worked the room to see if she could tell where someone died. 

She asked quietly, "How did they die?"

Mary wanted to move on to another subject. "I'm not sure. Eventually the bank took the house and then contracted with us to sell it for them. Shall we look outside?"

Mary opened the front door, motioning them all outside. They walked the outside of the house, which like the inside was well built but slightly outdated. The yard had clearly not received much attention and looked to be in the worst shape. There was no lawn, only patches of weeds and bushes that may have one been manicured hedges.

Tony spoke up as they were near the cars in front. 

"Well, thank you for your time Ms. Stephens. My wife and I will be in touch."

Mary was not surprised as this is where most people decided they weren't interested, but decided to give it another shot.

"You seem like such a nice couple. Can I be honest?" 

She didn't wait for an answer before continuing.

"The bank would really like to get this property off the books. Make any offer and I will present it." Realtors were obligated to present all offers regardless, but she wanted to stress that no amount was too small.

The couple thought about it and looked at each other. 

Tony broke the silence, "May I have a moment with my wife?"

"Absolutely! I will just be inside, closing up." Mary said with a smile and headed up the front porch to go inside.

Kristie grabbed her husband's arm anxiously. "People died in there!"

Tony rolled his eyes. "So?"

"So?" Kristie pleaded, "It could be haunted!"

"Come on, honey. Really? It's really a nice house. Just needs a little cleaning up." Tony said.

Seeing his wife was still hesitant, he continued "Let's make a low ball offer and if they accept, we can clean it up and if you don't want to move in we can just flip it."

Since Kristie didn't argue, Tony took that as an agreement. He went into the house and a few minutes later he and Mary came out. Tony went straight to the Prius and got in the car. 

As Kristie got in, she hears Mary call out, "I let you know what they say!" 

Kristie closed the door to the car and the young couple headed back to their apartment.

Chapter 2

The bank ended up accepting the offer and after a quick closing, Tony and Kristie were homeowners. Kristie quickly forgot about her anxiety about the house and quickly began looking forward to the next phase of her life.

With the help of a few friends, it only took one full day to move out of their apartment and into the house. The last of Tony's friends had just left and it was getting dark out. 

Kristie was in the kitchen trying to unpack the dishes so they could eat the Chinese food they picked up on their last trip. Tony was still moving boxes into the correct room. 

Kristie was reaching into the cabinet putting cups away when she felt her husband walk up behind her. She felt his breath on her neck. She loved it when Tony did that to her. It was one of her spots that always turned her on.

"Don't make me drop the glasses!" She said teasingly.

"What?" Tony's voice called out from the next room.

Kristie turned to see that in fact he wasn't there. 

"Uh, you ready to eat?" She said confused. 

She swore she felt him. Maybe it was a draft in the house.

Tony walked into the kitchen looking tired.

"Great idea. I'm starving." He said.

They sat at their small table in the kitchen surrounded by boxes.

"Can you believe we had that much crap?" Tony said in between bites of broccoli beef.

"Your stuff might be crap..." Kristie said with a smile.

She went on, "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling beat. You want to go to bed early and start fresh in the morning?"

Kristie was feeling a little horny and thought they might could break into their new house.

"Yeah. That's a good idea. I noticed some of the light bulbs around the house are burnt out anyway and I'll need a ladder to reach them. I don't want to unpack using flashlights and it will be easier to do that when it's light outside. 

They finished dinner and started heading to their room. The moonlight from outside actually gave them plenty of light as they walked up the stairs. Tony stopped at the top of the stairs and looked out the window into the yard.

"It's so beautiful." Tony admired. "Look, a deer!" He pointed out the window to a young deer walking through their yard.

"Awe, so cute!" Kristie exclaimed.

As the deer left their view, The couple walked into the bedroom holding hands. The mattress was on the floor and like the rest of the house filled with moving boxes yet to be opened. 

"Do you care if I just lay out some blankets for tonight?" Tony said, looking at bed dreading more lifting. 

"That's fine honey!" Kristie was digging through a box of her clothes trying to find something sexy to entice Tony. She found a sheer teddy that Tony had bought her for valentines day one year. She looked over at Tony to see if he noticed what she had picked out, but he was busy laying out the blankets. She moved quickly to the bathroom and closed the door so she could come out and surprise him.

Kristie admired herself in the mirror as she threw her dirty clothes on the floor. Her skin was so smooth as she ran her hand over her flat stomach. She lifted her breasts with both hands and worried about them sagging despite Tony being adamant that they sat perfectly. He would tell her, "If they didn't have any hang they would look fake. They are perfect!"

Kristie pulled the thin fabric over her head and looked at her again. The fabric was so thin you could clearly see every inch of her sexy body the teddy was over. Kristie opened the bathroom door and tried her best to make a model like pose against the door frame. The moonlight lit the room just enough to make out the outline of her body as she leaned with her back against the door frame. Her nipples were just big enough to make out in this lovely image. 

Tony was laying facing away from her so she cleared her throat to get his attention. 

Still no movement....

She walked around to the other side of the bed to find him asleep. She laid down next to him, hoping he would wake up from disturbing the mattress. Next she tried snuggling up to him and rubbed her hands over his body. Her hands made their way into his boxers and felt his limp manhood. 

Frustrated, Kristie rolled over and pulled the blanket up and within a few moments she drifted off to sleep herself. 

Kristie awoke to the feeling of her husband's hands gently caressing her body. Not wanting to interrupt him, she didn't move. His hands moved lovingly across her stomach and over her sides, then under the teddy. His hands firmly moved over each breast and firmly massaged each one while just lightly teasing her sensitive nipples. His hands moved down over her stomach, then to her pelvis. His fingers lightly brushed through the small strip of pubic hair she kept trim and stopped at her clit. She could already feel how wet her pussy was and opened her legs slightly to see what he would do next. 

His thumb slowly manipulated her clit, making her open her legs wider to invite more. He slipped a finger into her now sopping wet pussy with his other hand and massaged the inner wall. With his other hand still caressing her clit, Kristie wiggled her hips against his strong fingers. It wasn't long before she couldn't take it anymore and felt herself shudder with an orgasm. Her body relaxed as she felt her juices flooding over the fingers as they slowly pulled away. While she had never squirted during an orgasm, she would gush occasionally and she could feel her juices seeping out of her pussy. 

"MMM. Now it's your turn." Kristie said, feeling relaxed and reached down for Tony's hand but didn't feel him. She opened her eyes to see where he went, but had trouble seeing anything in the dark room.

"Where did you go?" She asked, feeling around the bed and them felt him lying on his side next to her.. 

"What you don't want your turn?" She asked teasingly while crawling on top of him pushing onto his back.

Tony was sound asleep when he felt Kristie climb on top of him and pushed him over.

"What the hell are you doing?"Tony asked, irritated and groggy.

Kristie's mood switched and was mad at him now. "Fine." she said and flopped herself next to him on the bed. 

She started to wonder if had just been a dream. It wouldn't be her first erotic dream, but it felt so real. She thought about how good it felt as she fell back to sleep.

Chapter 3

The next day the couple stayed busy trying to unpack their belongings. Despite not having enough furniture to fill the house they were starting to feel like it was their home. 

Kristie decided to take a shower before dinner. She took off her clothes and put them in the hamper before heading into the bathroom. She opened the clear glass shower door and turned on the water. A loud groan in the pipes throughout the house echoed and no water came out. She fumbled the knobs with no luck. 

"Tony!" She yelled.

No answer.

She yelled louder. "Tony!" 

She heard him coming up the stairs and into their room. 

"The water is not working." Kristie said expecting to see him walking into the bathroom, but saw a strange man in the doorway instead. 

Kristie felt her heart stop and lost her breath for a moment. It felt like she was frozen in time. This man looked like he was in his thirties. His hair short, black and parted to the side. He was wearing a suit, but something was off about the suit. Something didn't look right about it like it was outdated. Their eyes were locked while Kristie stood completely naked. Goosebumps flooded over her as she remained too shocked to move. 

Suddenly becoming self-aware, Kristie moved her hands to attempt to cover her pussy and an arm across her breasts. Her mind was spinning out of control and she didn't know what to do. Her instincts kicked into flight response and took a step backwards not thinking that she was cornering herself in the shower. Her foot tripped on the ledge into the shower stall and she fell back onto her bare ass that slapped loudly against the cold tile. The pain that jolted through her body released a primal scream deep from within her. 

"Kristie! What's wrong? Kristie?!" She suddenly heard Tony yelling and shaking her shoulders. She opened her eyes to find herself on the bed. 

"There's someone in the house!" She said weeping.

Tony tried to comfort her and wrapped her in his arms. "It's okay baby. It was just a dream."

Kristie broke the embrace and stood up. 

"It wasn't a dream!" She insisted. "I was getting in the shower and the water wouldn't come on!" 

Tony looked at her confused when she realized her clothes were still on. Kristie ran into the bathroom trying to make sense of what she knew happened. She turned the knob in the shower and water streamed out like it should. 

"But.." Kristie's mind tried to sort it out, but nothing made sense.

Tony had followed her into the bathroom and gave her another hug. This time Kristie let him and allowed herself to calm down in his arms.

Kristie couldn't sleep at all that night. Her mind continued to play back what happened in the bathroom. Was she losing her mind? Was it a dream? Or did it actually happen like she felt it did? Every creak and random noise from outside kept her paranoid. 

Chapter 4

The next morning Tony was up and getting ready for work. Kristie sat at the edge of the bed trying to will herself to get ready herself. With absolutely no sleep, Kristie felt awful and foolish that she kept herself up. 

"Do you feel okay?" Tony asked concerned. 

"I didn't get any sleep last night." She said in a groggy voice.

"Why don't you just stay home? You were going to leave early to meet the cable guy anyway." Tony reasoned. 

"Yeah, okay. Maybe I will." Kristie laid back down. 

The next thing she knew she heard the doorbell ringing. Kristie felt herself get out of bed and headed to get the door. Something felt weird, but she wasn't able to pinpoint it. 

Bob had been dreading this job all day. It was a fresh install which meant he would likely have to run new cables through the house. At 42, all Bob knew was being a cable technician. He was filling in the form attached to his clipboard when the door opened. His jaw dropped when he saw this sexy young lady standing in front of him with only a t shirt and panties. 

They both sat there for several moments before the man's voice cracked.

"Um, Hi. I'm Bob. Um. I mean I'm here to install the cable and internet."

Kristie couldn't understand why he was being so awkward. She looked the older man over and stepped back to let him inside. Bob looked more like a stereotypical plumber with a few extra pounds around the middle, slightly thinning hair and an unshaven face. 




The Watcher: A Haunted House Story



Bob stepped into the house carefully not quite sure what was happening. Every once in a while one of the guys would brag about something crazy happening on a job, but he had never seen anything like this.

"So...." Bob started nervously. "Can you show me which rooms you want the cable in?"

Kristie led him into the living room and motioned to where the TV was sitting. Bob couldn't peel his eyes away from her. Her trim, silky smooth, natural tan legs seemed to glide as she walked. It was immediately clear that she wasn't wearing a bra under the old shirt that didn't even cover her butt cheeks. Her nipples poked at the thin fabric and they had a slight bounce with each step. 

There was another awkward silence. 

"Okay.... Anywhere else?" He asked. 

Kristie led him out the room and went up the stairs. Bob's face was level with Kristie's tight ass only covered in pink panties. Bob watched closely as it moved from side to side with each step. He could see the outline of her pussy lips and swore he could see a wet spot forming. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, he thought his heart was going to explode. 

Kristie went into her bedroom and motioned to the TV there. 

"Anywhere else?" Bob asked, hoping he would get to follow her around the house all day. 

Kristie found herself shaking her head no. She was slightly aware she wasn't talking. Then she realized it felt almost like she was watching herself in a dream. It was hazy yet vivid. 

"Oh, okay. I guess I will go get my stuff from the truck."

Kristie could only watch Bob as he left. 

Bob had already made the connections outside the house. With the new wireless cable boxes, he only needed to set up one outlet for the internet modem and router. When he came back to the house the front door was open. He looked around for the hottie, but was disappointed when he didn't see her. He set everything up in the living room and headed upstairs to connect the box in the bedroom. Looking around, he still didn't see her so he hooked up the box and turned the TV on to make sure it was working. 

Kristie watched the strange man in her house turn on the TV and start changing channels from across the room. An overwhelming urge came over her to approach him. Her thoughts questioned her actions, but she was more like a visitor in her own body. 

Bob saw her walking towards him and turned to look at her. 

"Okay, looks like I'm all done here." He said. 

Kristie walked up so close to him, her breasts brushed against his stomach and then she looked up at him. Bob could feel the pressure in his pants and gulped nervously. Kristie moved her hand to the growing bulge in his pants and began rubbing it. 

Kristie couldn't control herself, she needed to feel this growing hard-on, but had no idea why. She rubbed with both hands as if she was trying to pull it out through the denim. 

Her hands reached for the buttons and nearly ripped them off as she aggressively opened up Bob's jeans. She reached into his pants and pulled the already hard cock out. Kristie began stroking the dick and could feel herself getting hornier. A sudden, strong desire to taste this dick was too much to bear. She got on her knees and immediately took him into her mouth. 

Kristie had never liked giving blowjobs before. She had given a few out of guilt in the past, but it had never been a pleasant experience for her. With this stranger she couldn't get enough though. She bobbed her head back and forth, taking him deep into her mouth. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she continued to devour him making loud slurping noises. 

Kristie pulled herself back and let the cock slip out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she stood up and made no attempt to wipe it. She pushed Bob back towards the bed forcefully. He shuffled his feet in compliance when his pants fell down around his ankles limiting his movement. He fell backwards hard on the floor with a grunt. 

Kristie had already slipped her panties off and approached the man on the floor. 

Meanwhile, Bob wanted to impress this hot lady and wanted to remove his clothes so he could fuck her right, but as he tried to sit up after falling she stepped over him with one leg at each of his sides. Bob looked up at this perfect specimen in awe. From his angle he could see the bottom of her breasts under the t shirt that he so badly wanted to get a better look at.

Kristie squatted down over Bob with her feet flat on the hardwood floor. He could feel the heat from her hot pussy over hovering over his crotch. He tried to sit up to kiss her, but she slammed him back down on the floor making him bump his head painfully. 

"What the.. That hurt!" Bob yelled rubbing the back of his head.

Kristie could care less about this man. She just needed to feel his cock in her hot pussy and she didn't know why. She reached her petite hand down and grabbed his dick. She leaned forward to position him right and directed the cock to her pussy lips. Her hand rubbed the head around the entrance getting it ready to slide it in. Kristie's breasts were hanging in Bob's face, but her t shirt prevented him from seeing them in their glory. Not being able to take it any longer, he reached under her shirt and grabbed her soft breasts. He mashed them roughly with his calloused hands in over eager excitement. 

Kristie slid herself down carefully onto the cock. She leaned back to where she was sitting upright and used her legs to lift her body up and down the length of his dick. Bob kept his hands attached to her breasts under her shirt as she bounced up and down. Their bodies noisily slapped together with each thrust for several minutes. Kristie was not even aware of the strange grunting noises Bob was making, because her body was only in tune with the sex act itself.

Kristie adjusted her legs to where she was kneeling now and leaned further forward to get a different angle. This position placed her breasts over Bob's face again. Bob wasted no time and lifted the shirt to expose her beautiful breasts. He immediately began kissing and licking them wildly. The stubble on his face scratched the soft skin of Kristie's breasts, but she didn't care. Her light brown nipples were rock hard and extra sensitive, adding to the overall sensations her body was experiencing. Kristie pushed back onto his cock pulling her tits out of the reach of his mouth. On her next stroke up, he hungrily took what he could reach with tongue, but hung on with his hands. Kristie picked up her pace riding him harder and harder with each thrusting her tits into Bob's face. 

Bob felt the familiar feeling in his cock and he knew he was about to cum. Kristie sensed it as well and clenched her pussy around his cock. The sensation of the pulsing cock sent Kristie over the edge as she bounced wildly. Bob let go of her breasts as she rode him like a bull. Her shirt fell back over her tits, but you could clearly see them bouncing under the thin fabric.

The orgasm that was building in Bob was reminiscent of some of the mind blowing experiences of his youth. Kristie could start to feel her own juices running down her leg when she felt hot cum explode into her pussy sending her into an intense orgasm. Bob groaned out in pleasure as Kristie continued to buck her hips as her own body erupted a second time. You could hear the fluids, creating a wet slapping between their bodies as Kristie slowed her pace down. 

Bob collapsed against the floor in relief and Kristie lifted herself off the strangers penis. Cum dripped out of her pussy as she stood up and off of Bob. 

Without a word to Bob, Kristie just climbed straight into her bed and drifted off to sleep. 

Bob watched in confusion and hurriedly pulled his pants up. He gathered his stuff and left as quickly as possible. 

A few hours later, Kristie awoke from her sleep with a headache and sore pussy. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up. She had images of a wild dream where she was having sex with a stranger. 

"Wow. Okay Kristie. Nice dream." She said to herself sarcastically. 

She slid her legs off the side of the bed and she noticed she didn't have her underwear on. 

"That's weird." 

She stood up and took a step towards the bathroom when she felt something sticky on the hardwood floor. Kristie jumped like she had stepped on a bug and inspected the floor. It looked like someone spilled a drink. She looked to the nightstand, but there were no drinks and she didn't even remember ever bringing a drink into this room. She bent down to get a closer look and carefully touched one of the spots that were not dried out.

She looked carefully at the substance on her finger and instinctively took a sniff. Her body instantly recognized the smell of sex and Kristie's body went into shock. She stumbled back into the bed frame. Kristie's heart was pounding while she walked in a haze to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. 

The horror that it was not a dream shook her to the core and she started to tremble. Her head was spinning. 

"What have I done?" She cried to herself in the mirror.

Kristie took a shower and scrubbed her entire body until it hurt. Once she was out of the shower, she cleaned up the mess on the floor with tears in her eyes. She was overfilled with guilt and terror equally while convincing herself, she was going insane. 

She decided she needed some fresh air so she went out front. 

"How am I going to explain this to Tony?" 

She said to herself as she walked outside, but before she could sort it out Tony's car pulled into their yard. Before he could fully get out of the car Kristie was smothering him with hugs and kisses.

"I love you so much!" She said with tears in her eyes. 

Tony felt her distress and looked at her carefully.

"It's okay, honey what's wrong?" He asked calmly.

Kristie started to sob in his arms. 

"Let's go inside and we can talk." Tony said, trying to calm her. 

The couple went inside and sat down on the couch. Tony let Kristie calm down before asking her anything.

"It's okay Baby, you can tell me anything." Tony said gently.

"I...I think I..." She paused

Tony waited patiently.

"I think I'm loosing my mind." She finally blurted.

Tony half chuckled, "Oh come on now. Of course you're not." He said as he patted her back. 

"I'm serious!" Kristie shouted. 

Tony sat back at the sudden anger.

"It started with seeing that guy in the bathroom yesterday! Then today....today I...." 

"You what?" Tony asked.

Kristie thought about how to phrase what happened today, but started to question the reality of what did or did not happen. If she told her husband she cheated on him, but couldn't control herself, he would surely divorce her.

"I...I don't know. It's like I can't tell when I'm awake or dreaming."

Tony hugged her again. 

"It will be okay. Maybe you're just stressed out with moving in and the finances. Let's go out to eat tonight and just try to relax together."

Kristie sat back and looked at her husband smiling back at her.

"I like that idea. Let me go get my coat" Kristie said.

Tony watched Kristie leave the room and sat back into the couch. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket that he was going to show Kristie, but decided it wasn't a good time. 

When Tony was at work, he did some digging into the past home owners and found some interesting information. He had printed an old news article about a murder suicide that had taken place in 1982. The name of the couple in the article matched the records of the previous home owners. The article didn't provide much detail as to exactly what happened, but it did have a picture of the couple. 

"All ready!" Kristie said coming down the stairs.

Tony quickly shoved the piece of paper back in his pocket. 

"Great! Let's go!" Tony said, holding the front door open for Kristie. 

The couple left the house trying to feel positive. Kristie did her best to push everything out of her mind and focus on what she knew was real and that was her husband and their relationship.

Chapter 5

By the time the young couple arrived home, Kristie was flat out drunk. The more she drank, she found the less she worried about her other problems. Tony carried her up to their bedroom and put her on the bed. 

"Honey? Kristie? Hello?" Tony called to her, but she was out cold. He decided to just let her sleep. 

Before she knew what was happening, Kristie sat up in bed with a cold sweat. She looked around and saw Tony sleeping quietly next to her. She couldn't even remember how she got in bed. She took a deep breath and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. 

Kristie was drinking a glass of cold water and was startled to suddenly find a pretty blonde and a tall handsome man in the kitchen. It was suddenly daylight outside. She could see they were talking and laughing together, but everything was silent. It was like watching a silent movie. When she would laugh, the blonde would touch the mans arm. It was obvious she was flirting. The man was wearing denim overalls and had a toolbox on the floor next to his feet. 

"Hey, who are you and why are you in my kitchen?" Kristie yelled, but the couple clearly didn't hear her. 

She looked around the room, noticing the furniture was not hers. Then she noticed some movement outside the window. Kristie moved to get a better view and it was the man she saw in her bathroom!

"Hey! You!" She yelled and ran out the back door.

She was in the yard approaching this man who didn't seem to notice her. He was staring at something though. She turned to see what he was looking at and it was the couple in the kitchen. The two were now kissing passionately and you could see them clearly in the window.

"What are you, some peeping Tom?" She asked, but knew he couldn't hear her. Kristie now figured she was trapped in a dream.

She looked back at the window and saw the couple going at it pretty heavy now. 

"Or is that your wife?"

They were taking each others clothes off now. Kristie looked back at the watcher to see his reaction, but he was gone. 

"Where did you go now?" Kristie asked looking around. 

Then she saw him closer to the house and watching intently. Kristie ran after him. "What are you up to?" 

The blonde was now sitting naked on the edge of the kitchen counter with her legs wrapped and her lover's waist. His overalls were now around his ankles. He was fucking her as hard as he could. The woman laid back and stretched out across the counter where it made an L shape. Kristie recognized how sexy the thin woman looked laying out on the counter. The blonde was taller than Kristie, but didn't have quite the curves she did. Kristie thought the woman's assets were more proportionate to her body and admired her firm breasts and puffy pink nipples. 

Each thrust into the blonde was forceful and she kept her legs wrapped around him so she wouldn't fall off the counter. The woman's breasts shook like a shock wave after each thrust. It didn't take long for them both to be looking like they were screaming out in pleasure and ended with the man slowing and stopping his strokes. 

"Well, that was quick." Kristie said out loud, in a mocking tone. 

The man pulled his overalls up, grabbed his toolbox and left quickly through the front door. Meanwhile the woman didn't move from the counter except that instead of her legs being wrapped around someone they were hanging over the counter now. 

The man standing next to Kristie quietly approached the back door and stepped carefully inside. 

"Uh oh." Kristie said, anticipating a confrontation.

The woman still on her back, turned her head when she noticed him coming inside. Instead of getting up, she laid back down with her head hanging over the other side of the counter and smiled at the man. The man with black hair approached her to where her head was and stopped within inches from her face. 

The woman reached her hands into his pants and opened them while laying upside down. The slacks fell to the floor and the blonde pulled the underwear down just far enough for his already hard cock to spring free. She grabbed his dick and pulled him to her face. Kristie gasped at the size of his penis. Not that it was overly big, but she admired the thickness and thick head. The man guided his dick right into her mouth and slowly started throat fucking her. 

Kristie watched in amazement as his entire dick went down her throat. He grabbed onto her naked breasts as he slid his cock in and out of her throat. The woman's face was getting red from hanging her head upside down so the man pulled himself out of her mouth and helped the woman sit up. He kicked his shoes and pants off and picked up the woman. Kristie followed them as they started to head upstairs and was starting to get hot herself.

"So is this some kind of kinky game or what?" Kristie asked with her curiosity peaking.

They were only a few stairs up when there appeared to be a noise at the front door by the way the couple turned in surprise. The man in overalls opened the door and looked shocked and angry. Everyone stopped in shock. It was an awkward scene. There was a man standing on the stairs with no pants holding a naked woman who happened to be the same woman who the other man had just slept with. 

The man on the stairs, put the woman down slowly and the two guys started talking, but Kristie couldn't hear anything even though it looked to be heated. The two men started arguing when the guy in overalls approached and punched the man with black hair. They fell down the last few stairs in a struggle. The woman was screaming while the two men fought at the bottom of the stairs. 

Kristie watched the two men fighting when the woman came running down the stairs with a revolver. She was pointing it at the man that had just returned, but got too close and he tried to take the gun from her. He ended up knocking it away from him and the gun suddenly went off. She still didn't hear anything, but you could tell the gun had been fired. 

Everyone stopped. The man with black hair grabbed his chest and fell to the floor. The woman screamed and went to help him. The other man looked scared and ran out the front door that was still open. Kristie watched the man get into a pickup truck and was driving away when she suddenly she heard the first noise since the dream started. It sounded like a gunshot. 

Kristie jumped at the noise and looked around, suddenly finding herself back in the kitchen. It was still dark and she realized she had just dropped her glass of water and it had shattered on the floor. Her mind quickly puts together that it was the glass shattering that she heard. She moved carefully not to step on any glass and cleaned up the mess while thinking about what she had just seen. She had accepted that it was just a dream, but now she wasn't so sure.

Just as she finished sweeping up the last pieces of glass, she turned to see the man with black hair standing in the kitchen watching her. 

"What do you want from me?" She asked, feeling too tired to be scared anymore. 

In a blink, he was gone again. Kristie shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She went back upstairs and climbed in bed next to Tony and snuggled close before falling asleep. 



The next morning Kristie awoke with a hangover and after taking a shower, was getting dressed when she looked up and saw the man with black hair again. Kristie paused. 

"What, do you like to watch?" Kristie said out loud with an attitude. She decided to ignore him and then continued with putting her clothes on. 

"Of course I do!" Tony said, walking into the bathroom right through the image of the other man. It was really weird to see that, but Kristie tried her best to pretend it wasn't real. 

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot to ask you for a favor." Tony began, "I have a guy coming over next week to give us a quote on painting the house. Could you take off to meet him? I have a meeting that I can't get out of that day."




The Watcher: A Haunted House Story



Kristie turned to look at Tony and couldn't help but see the other man still standing in the doorway, but now he was smiling at her mischievously.



The Watcher & His Tease Ch. 01



I had started masturbating at the age of Sixteen. I knew my neighbor the husband Jordan watched me when I did this in my bedroom. Jordan's study was right across from my bedroom with our windows even from each other. I had been in their house a number of times for sleep overs with their daughter Paige. 

One night while I was sleeping over I couldn't sleep so I wandered into Jordan's study by accident. "Funny, he has a telescope" ,I said to myself. "a small one, pointed out the only window in the room with a recliner behind it." So I decided to take a peek threw it, "Oh my God, it's pointed right at my bed!" I gasped. Then it dawned on me he has been watching me since I started and enjoying it. 

After that night knowing I was being watched brought on a whole new eroticism to my nightly rituals of pleasing myself. I had a part-time job at the local grocery store so I had purposely bought sexier and sexier underwear. I slowly added a strip tease to my show so he wouldn't know I knew. 

So by the time I reached eighteen and was a senior in high school I had, had a number of affairs with Jordan in my fantasies while I masturbated for him. I would go up to my room just before bedtime leaving my lights on and my window open. 

Casually standing in front of the window I'd start to undress. Sliding my tee off and tossing it aside saying to myself, "God, it's been a long day." Then reaching down and undoing the front clasp on my red see threw lace bra. Turning sideways to gaze at my body in the mirror on the wall. I'd stand there for a bit rubbing my fingertips over my large pink nipples. I'd say to myself, "damn, look how hard my nipples get."    

Then I'd let my bra slide off as I reached to unbutton my jeans. Undoing the zipper and sliding my pants down over my hips then stepping out of them. Saying to myself, "Girl, you are going to feel good tonight." Then I would slide my hand down into my matching red see threw panties and caress my pussy lips for a few moments. My mouth opening and my breath catching as a single finger pokes in between my lips to slide over my clit. Moaning in a breathless whisper, "oh shit, am I wet." Then removing my hand I let out a moan and slide my panties off.

Then I would walk towards my bathroom taking a quick shower and coming back out to lay on my bed naked. "mmmmm I feel better", I'd say as I sneak a peek at the window knowing he was watching as I laid facing my window. 

Spreading my legs wide and exposing my wet pussy. I'd take my fingers and start rubbing my clit slow at first. My moans getting louder as my clit gets harder my pussy dripping now. I can't stand it anymore my hips start to thrust wildly up at my stroking fingers. My head turning from side to side I grab one of my nipples and pinch it. "Oh damn you bitch cum!" ,I'd scream. 

My fingers would then start sliding down my pussy further. I'd slip them inside my aching little hole. "Oh my God" I moan out as I reach over and grab my dildo. I shove the dildo in my hole deep and start pumping it into my pussy. I'd yell, "Cum you little slut!" As my back arches and I scream my pussy spasmimg and gripping the thrusting dildo. Gasping for air as my body finally starts to relax from my orgasm. "Oh wow that felt great" ,I'd whisper. As I looked toward the window knowing his cock was throbbing cum all over the place. As he watched my pussy explode. 

I would lay there for a while resting, caressing my still peaked nipples, loving the after feeling. Then I'd turn off my light and go to sleep. 

I was home alone today when I heard a knock at the front door. It was Jordan, "Can I borrow a cup of sugar?" he asked. "I'm home alone and was making myself some tea, but found out we're out of sugar" ,he said to me. "Come on in for a second while I look" ,I said to him. As I looked threw the cabinets in the kitchen I heard a sound. Turning around I saw Jordan standing there he had followed me in the kitchen. So as I continued looking for sugar we made small talk.

"God, It's really hot outside today" ,I said as whiped the sweat from my forehead. "really hot" ,Jordan said as he tugged at the waistband of his shorts. I was wearing a pair of cutoffs and a tank top, too hot for any underwear. As I gazed at Jordan I noticed he was wearing just a pair of cutoff sweats. He had noticed me staring and my breath caught as I saw his shorts rise slightly. 

As I stared into his eyes I slipped and said, "Wish I was on my bed right now with you watching." Jordan looked so embarrassed and blushed so deeply I was speechless for a moment. Then I shyly smiled at him and said, "It's OK I've known for a long time." 

He seemed to recover at that his bulge hardening more as he whispered, "Do you know how many fantasies I've had of you?" I laughed. "Probably not as many as I've had of you" I said. I giggled nervously as I asked him, "Your my neighbor what about your wife?" 

"She'll never know, it will only be this one time, then we'll go back to our mutual fantasies" ,he replied. 

I almost fainted as he dropped his shorts, and out sprang his huge cock. "God, your huge!" I gasped. Jordan walked towards me as I slipped my top over my head. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my hot mouth deep. We both moaned as our tongues caressed and tasted each other's mouth. 

I could feel his big hard erection throbbing against my thigh. He ran his hands down my arms making my body shiver slightly. Our kiss deepened as his hands found the clasp to my shorts. I squirmed against his body whispering in his mouth, "Please Jordan I'm aching so bad." 

I sucked in a breath as he unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my body. "Damn, I want your cock in me" ,I moaned. Then his hands cupped my ass as he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist grinding my wet pussy against his cock. Jordan leaned back a little his control slipping as he grabbed his cock and moaned, " Ah fuck, I want to be inside that sweet little cunt." He pushed himself into my tight hole. "god you are so tight" ,he whispered hoarsly. I moaned out louder as I felt my pussy enclosing his cock. 

Jordan started thrusting into me with slow and deep strokes. "Jordan" ,I moaned as I meet his thrusts my pussy tightening as my orgasm nears. "Oh my God!" ,Jordan screams as he starts pumping his wet throbbing cock into my small hole faster and faster. My fingers digging into his back as my body bucks against him. "Shit, I'm cumming!" ,I yell as my pussy grips and squeezes his cock. Jordan feeling my pussy explode around his cock pushes him over the edge. He slams his cock into me furiously as his cum rushes out of his cock. "Oh wow" ,he whispers as our bodies begin to slow. 

Jordan slides me down to my feet and leans down to kiss me. He grabs his shorts and gets dressed as I pull my clothes back on my sated body. We both smile as we gaze at each other. "See you tonight darling" ,Jordan says, as he winks at me. "Same time, same place" ,I reply back smiling.



The Watcher & His Tease Ch. 02



I was eighteen and in high school when I had a girlfriend I'll never forget. We walked home from school together everyday, because she lived close by. Both of us were friends with Paige also. 

As me and Tara walked home today she asked, "Mind if I come over for a bit?" I smiled and said. "Sure." 

We went up to my bedroom bringing some snacks with us. As she sprawled out on my bed she giggled and asked, "So have you fucked any new boys yet?" I laughed and said, "No seems like they are all too shy, or busy with sports." 

She got a serious look as she said, "You know I spend the night at Paige's sometimes right?" I answered back slowly. "Yeah, why?" 

She blushed a little as she said, "Paige's dad watches you masturbating, I was sleeping over one night, and I saw the telescope in his study pointed at your bedroom window." 

Tara smiled sheepishly " I watched you a couple times, when he wasn't home, just to see, I also watched him jerking his cock watching you, talk about hot!" she said. 

As I gazed at her I giggled "Well I guess it isn't just mine and Jordan's secret anymore." 

All of a sudden Tara jumped up and snuck over to my window "He's watching us now," she whispered. Then she said, "I have an idea, how about we really give him a show, I have told you I've been with other girls?" Tara asked. I grinned as I said, "yes and you know I'm curious." So I agreed to her idea. 

Tara said, "Do exactly as I say, and remember knowing he's watching us, ought to intensify our pleasure even more." 

She whispered, "Take off your clothes, and lay on the bed with your legs spread slightly." So I undressed and laid there slightly nervous as I watched her undress. She climbed over my body, postioning her cunt over my face, as her face hovered between my legs. "Stick your tongue between my lips," she said. So I did as she said and slide my tongue between her already moist pussy lips. "Damn that feels good," she moaned. 

I was a little nervous as she slide her own tongue between my lips. Soon though I was squirming in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around my clit. My body thrusting "Oh my god that feels good," I moaned. Tara's body thrusting over me as my tongue finds and licks at her hard little nub. My moans getting louder as my pussy thrusts up at her tongue, looking for release. Tara's whispers hoarse as she tells me, "slide a finger in my aching hole." Gently she spreads my lips and slides her finger in my dripping little hole. 

My body bucking up faster and faster on the edge of release. My finger pumping in an out of her pussy deeper and harder. Tongue licking wildly at her clit as her pussy jerks at my face. "Oh fuck!" I scream into her pussy as my cunt explodes. Tara shoves her finger deep in my rippling pussy. Her own pussy squeezing and gripping my finger. "Oh God," she moans as her pussy spasms hard. "Wow," we both moan in unison as our bodies relax. 

Tara climbs off me and lays beside me. "I bet his cock is feeling pretty good," she whispers. I sneak a look at the window "I bet so too, God that was hot." We both smile as we get dressed both of us still so aroused. 

Tara says, "Come on" pulling me along with her. We go next door and knock on the door. Jordan answers the door breathlessly, "Hello what can I do for you?" Me and Tara both ask, "Is Paige home?" Jordan smiles and says, "No I'm home alone." Tara asks Jordan, "Mind if we come in for a bit?"

He steps back allowing us to come in. We all go in the living room and sit down. Jordan sprawling on the couch dressed in just a pair of cut off sweats. Me and Tara sitting on the other couch dressed in cut off shorts and tees. 

Both of us squirm as we gaze at Jordan's bulge in his shorts. He grins knowingly as he asks, "So what have you ladies been up to today?" 

Tara smiles as she says, "We need your help, I want to show Jen a few things." Jordan grins as he asks, " What kinds of things?" A seductive note in her voice "Well Jen has never given a man a blow job," Tara answers. "Yes, it's true," I said. "Well," Jordan says "you can practice on me." 

Tara walks over to Jordan taking me with her. She kneels in front of him and slides his shorts off. Jordan leans forward removing both our T-shirts exposing our peaked naked breasts. 

She leans forward and tells me, "Men love it when you use your tongue on the tip like this, and you need to slide his cock in your mouth and suck too. His hips thrust as he fucks her mouth. 

I leaned over and started licking his cock as Tara sucked on the head. Then she slide her lips down kissing and licking his balls. So I took over licking the head like she had. Sliding his cock into my mouth and sucking hard. 

I was so turned on feeling how excited Jordan was. My pussy dripping as he thrusts his hard shaft into my mouth. Pre-cum leaking in my mouth as his moans get louder and louder. Jordan thrusts his hands in our hair pulling our heads on his cock. Me and Tara working his cock as our pussies throb. "Oh God I want to ride his cock," Tara moans. 

Jordan lays back his cock sticking straight up. I watch as she pulls off her shorts and climbs over him, grabbing hold of his cock. "God," I moan as I watch her slide her dripping little hole down his shaft. "Sit on his face," she tells me. 

So I drop my shorts and climb over his face, jumping as he shoves his tongue into my pussy right away. "Fuck that feels good," I said. He pumps and licks his tongue deep inside my hole. 

I thrust on his face watching as their bodies jerk towards each other faster and faster. Tara screams as her pussy throbs and cums all over his cock. Jordan shoves his tongue into me hard as his cock tightens and releases in Tara's tight little cunt. "Ah fuck I'm cumming," I scream as my pussy contracts and grips his tongue.

As me and Tara climb off him Tara says, "God I needed that." Jordan says, "Yes I know what you mean." 

We all smile as we pull our clothes back on. Me and Tara say, "Good bye" as we head out the door. "See you ladies later," Jordan says as he winks. We turn smiling and say, "Take care see you later." Tara hugs me and says, "See you tomorrow girlfriend." I hug her back and giggle, "Yep see you tomorrow."



The Watcher and the Woods



Looking around, Jackson smiled at the thought of spending some time in the picturesque area. The autumnal colours a dazzling array of gold, ambers and reds. The crew of which he was a part were renovating a small hotel on the outskirts of a scenic, little town that relied heavily on tourist trade. The town had a nice variety of shops, not that he expected to spend much time in them. There were a couple of modest shopping malls with the usual names he knew and a large second hand book shop he hoped to browse regularly. The motel he and his crew were staying in had a restaurant attached that served home-cooked food and there were several bars, cafes and restaurants to be able to avoid getting bored with the same fare.

He had endured the usual cat-calls and jokes when the motel's desk clerk, a pretty enough blond called Monica, had not-so-subtly fluttered her eyelashes in his direction. Of course, that had all been done well away from the motel where no one but the crew could hear. He had expected the usual round of ribbing, practical jokes and so forth that always went hand-in-hand with a new member of a building crew. However, the foreman seemed to take a perverse pleasure in extending it to the whole of the almost five months he had worked with them. It was now becoming less a joke and more harassment. But knowing it and proving it to the company's owner were two completely different things.

He gave a slight shiver as he looked at the mix of fully-clothed pine, autumn-dressed and nearly bare trees of the woods just a short walk away. The woods and the lake, which allowed sailing and swimming, were what attracted tourists. Places to camp, water activities and a pretty town were a winning combination. He shook himself mentally as he looked towards the trees. It was as if he was sure he was being watched, but there was no one in sight.

"Get your lazy ass into gear, Jax!"

The voice belonged to his foreman and Norm looked like he was in his usual humour; bad. Jax sighed. The last thing he needed was to aggravate the older man so early in the day. That could lead to hours of jibes and coarse jokes as well as puerile practical jokes. He did not want the man on his back today and he instantly fled as far away from Norm as he could validly be.

****

As the day wore on, Jax concentrated on doing a good job of the plastering work. This was his current speciality, but he was working hard on carpentry as a second, although his brickwork needed a lot more practice. He stretched, groaning softly as he heard various clicks as he worked out the kinks. He was working on a bedroom and he moved aside the tarpaulin over the mirror to gaze thoughtfully at his reflection.

His hair was chocolate brown and loose would reach his shoulders in a mix of waves and curls. However, he tied it back securely and gelled it in place when around his co-workers. His eyes, a lush, liquid mocha and his finely-boned features were all inherited from his mother. Although his frame was slender, he had his share of solid muscle. He would be sacked in an instant if he had been unable to move a barrow of bricks when called up to do so. He was tormented by Norm not because the older man knew Jax to be gay, but because he simply thought it. Jax shuddered at the thought of how worse it might be if Norm knew the truth. He recovered the mirror and angled himself to look out of the window.

To keep his distance from the foreman, he was working on the third story rooms. From his elevated vantage point he could see those workers outside. He gave a sigh as his eyes fell on one in particular. Over six feet of bronzed skin and solid muscle and his name was Bray. He was also the object of Jax's hyper-active sexual fantasies. Jax was not sure if it was wishful thinking or whether, just occasionally, Bray seemed to look at him with what appeared to be interest. However, he was one of the crew that did not get involved in the jokes or tricks played on him.

It had taken thoughts of a naked Norm to quell Jax's libido when he had first seen Bray naked to the waist, his tanned skin glistening with sweat. He did not dare make the first move. If he was wrong he risked antagonising a friend and allay and he was not prepared to do that. Bray was one of the most talented men in the crew; bricks, carpentry and plastering as well as competent to assist the electricians, and Jax hoped to emulate the older man's talents.

Glancing at his watch he grinned when he saw it was lunchtime. Sure enough a whistle blew to alert everyone and tools were set aside. Some of the men ate in town every day; others brought a lunch made up by the motel to eat at tables along the lake. Jax tried to alternate between finding somewhere on his own and joining his colleagues to ensure he did not alienate anyone. However, today he had a packed lunch. It had been made up by the motel owner's other daughter, Helena. The box felt quite heavy. He had hidden the box inside a wardrobe. He did not dare leave anything like that where Norm could contaminate it. As he had in the past.

Checking Norm was nowhere to be seen, Jax headed to a picnic table not far inside the woods. He liked occasional solitude and he had picked up a good 'history-mystery' book to read as he ate. Opening his package he stared at the contents, shaking his head and smiling. He had two large sourdough sandwiches with roast turkey and cranberry jelly. There were two sealed containers one with a small green salad, the other fresh coleslaw. A carton of apple juice was snuggled in alongside an apple and a homemade raspberry muffin. He would be able to save the muffin to have with his tea break.

Engrossed in his book, it took a moment for Jax to realise he was being watched and he looked up with a start. He relaxed almost immediately as he gazed into elderly, amused grey eyes.

"I didn't mean to disturb you," the older man said. "But, you're one of the workers on the motel up the road aren't you?"

"Yes," Jax smiled. 

"I had a though to do that when I was a young man, but my Dad insisted I get a proper job. I became an accountant, but I always thought I would have been good working with my hands."

"I'm sure you would," Jax said. He had no objections to being disturbed. It was obvious the old man was lonely and Jax was happy to chat until he heard the shrill whistle.

"Back to it?" the old man asked.

"Yep," Jax said. 

"My names Jack," the old man said, easing to his feet and beginning to head towards the road, away from Jax's direction. "I hope to chat again, if you don't mind."

"I'm Jackson, but everyone calls me Jax. I won't be here every day, but if I am, you're more than welcome," the younger man said as he hurried back to work. He did not see the thoughtful look on the old man's face as he turned to watch Jax.

****

Taking his seat at the table again, Jax looked around and smiled. It was good to be able to sit and eat outdoors. This time his lunch was a meat and vegetable filled pasty, tomato salad and slaw. An apple and a slice of pumpkin pie for dessert and a carton of apple juice to wash it all down. He was sure the girls gave him extra. They always giggled and blushed when they handed him his lunch pack.

He waved in response to that of Jack's greeting as the older man came into view and headed for the table.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"Not at all," Jax grinned. 

"Looks like you're being well fed at the motel," Jack said as he eyed Jax's lunch. He laughed at Jax's blush. "I see," he said. "They're good girls. They'll find themselves their Mr Rights in good time. Not as though you can let them know you're looking for a Mr Right of your own."

Jax almost choked on the pasty he had bitten into. How had Jack worked that out?

"It's no magical talent," Jack smiled. "When you start getting old and slowing down, you start watching more. People watching. I've seen you at the hotel and I've seen you in town. Bray, I think his name is."

Burying his face in his hands, Jax could feel the heat flare over his cheeks. He thought he had hidden his desires so well. But...if he hadn't...then Norm...? He dropped his hands to stare at Jack who smiled softly. 

"What do you see that others don't?" he asked.

"Well, for one thing, on the occasions I've seen you two together you almost avoid actually looking at one another. To a practiced eye that's a dead giveaway," Jack said. "For another, when you think no one is watching and you do look at one another, well, I can recognise the look. Don't worry, Jax. You need to know what to watch for to see it. Don't forget, I was around in the Sixties," Jack added.

"Then, it's not obvious?" Jax asked relieved.

"No. But it seems to me that Bray looks at you the way you look at him."

"I've never noticed and he's never said anything," Jax confessed.

"Well, maybe things will change," Jack said. "Can't stay. See you again."

Resuming his lunch, Jax mused on Jack saying that Bray looked at him. Did that mean the older man was interested? He was not prepared to forfeit a friendship on such flimsy grounds. He packed up the rest of his uneaten food and started as he looked up to see Bray staring at him, his blue eyes dark with intent.

"Take a walk with me?" Bray asked jerking his head deeper into the woods. 

Swallowing past his shock, Jax simply nodded. He hefted his small backpack and fell into step with the bigger man as they walked swiftly deeper into the woods.

They walked for a few minutes before Bray turned to him, reaching a hand to cup Jax's jaw and stroke his thumb across the younger man's bottom lip.

"You're beautiful," Bray murmured. 

It was all the warning Jax got before the older man had him pinned against a tree. Not that Jax minded or resisted. It was a dream come true to feel Bray's lips against his. He whimpered eagerly as Bray manoeuvred him easily to be pinned between the solidity of an ancient tree trunk at his back and Bray's powerful, muscular physique at the front.

Time seemed to cease to exist as they kissed. As Jax relaxed into the hot, deep demanding kisses, he let the bigger man press a thick thigh between his legs. A hand worked its way under his shirt and t-shirt to fondle his breasts, pinching and rolling nubs that peaked instantly, silently begging for the older man's touch.

He heard a rumbling sound from deep in Bray's broad chest as their tongues danced and entwined and the bigger man's free hand slid to the front of Jax's bulging jeans. He jerked, shamelessly pressing his swelling flesh into the touch, wordlessly pleading for Bray to touch him.

Incredibly, it seemed his silent plea had been heard. He felt Bray's hand flip open the button of his jeans and drag the zipper down. Then the hand was inside, searching for the opening of his boxers and drawing out his throbbing erection. He gave a whine as his shaft was abandoned and then a deep groan as flesh as hot and hard as his was squeezed alongside his own. 

His hips began to jerk as he tried to thrust. Bray kept him pinned, mouths sealed, tongue plundering hand stroking and squeezing and Jax lost all coherency. It might have been seconds or hours later that the heat in his groin became all-pervading and could no longer be denied. His cry of completion was muted by Bray's mouth sealing over his, Jax came so hard that lights flashed behind his closed lids. He was dimly aware that Bray seemed to be making similar noises and then, as he sagged replete, he felt the final pulses of the older man's release splatter over his skin.

He was vaguely aware of the tissue shoved in his hand and he began to clean himself, his mind still spinning from a mix of surprise and sexual pleasure. Fastening his fly he grimaced as a shrill whistle sounded heralding the end of lunch. He glanced up at the muttered curse from Bray.

"No time. Have to get back. We'll have to find some time to talk," the older man said as he rearranged his own clothes.

"Sure," Jax said, not sure where he stood with the bigger man. He took a couple of steps the way they had come and looked back when realising Bray was not with him.

"Don't be an idiot, Jax," Bray whispered. "I'm not walking back with you."

The hurt he felt must have been eloquent in its silence as Bray quickly enveloped him in a tight hug. 

"Sorry, kid," Bray muttered against Jax's brow. "We can't take the chance of being seen. If you think Norm is bad now, imagine what he'd be like if he knew."

Groaning, Jax knew Bray was right. It was a risk neither of them could take. The groan became a moan as the bigger man kissed him.

"You go back the way we came. I can get to the lake from here and come back along that way. We'll talk when we get some time alone. Okay?"

"Sure, Bray," Jax agreed. He made his way out of the woods quickly, his mind in turmoil. He had enjoyed what they had done, but there had been no loving endearments, no indication that Bray was looking for anything other than a quick session of sexual release. Jax was not a casual-sex guy. He had never had a one-night stand and never wanted one. 

He hoped Bray was of the same mind.

****

It was another couple of days before Jax had lunch in the woods again. He had been co-opted to join a group lunch at a pizza restaurant for one man's birthday the next day and another group by the lake the one after that. It had been a good couple of days. Norm had been unexpectedly called away and, without him, Jax was able to enjoy the company of his fellow workers. 

Bray had been promoted to temporary foreman and things had been far more relaxed at work. However, with the added responsibility Bray always seemed to have someone else with him during the first day and had needed to spend the part of the second day and the night away from the site obtaining materials that were unexpectedly needed.

Unfortunately for Jax, it meant that he was still uncertain about Bray. Once or twice on the first day, he had thought the older man had been about to say something and then stopped. Jax was shy, confused and terrified of ruining the friendship they had. He kept up a mantra that Bray would talk to him about what had happened and where they were going. He picked up his knapsack and slung it over his shoulder as the lunch whistle sounded. Norm was back and so he was intending to eat in the woods.

Although it was close to Halloween, the weather was dry, crisp and cool, rather than cold, and the table Jax liked to sit at was in a pocket of sunlight that kept it quite warm. He sat down and stared at his book. Since the other day in the woods, Jax kept replaying in his mind what had happened. He kept telling himself that he was sure Bray was not the type for casual sex and yet he had nothing to suggest otherwise.

"I'd have said it must be a good book, if I'd seen you turn a page at all."

"Jack!" Jax exclaimed. He had been so wrapped up in his maudlin thoughts he had not heard the old man approach. 

They chatted companionably for a few minutes before Jack tilted his head and quirked a bushy eyebrow.

"How're things then?" he asked.

Blushing and ducking his head, Jax knew exactly what the older man was asking. He looked up again and saw the sympathetic eyes gazing sadly at him.

"Not as I would have liked," Jax found himself confessing. "It seems Bray is interested in me, but I don't really know if he cares for me."

"That's important," Jack said softly. "Passing pleasure's all well and good, Jax, but it doesn't keep you warm on a cold night. You need depth and commitment for that."

"That's what I want," Jax admitted.

"What you need, then, is to spend some time having a long, meaningful discussion. If you look down the path and you can't see two sets footsteps becoming as one, well you need to think about what you want and what you need. Maybe that opportunity is here?"

Looking up, Jax saw Bray standing a short distance away and knew what the older man wanted.

"I'll talk to him. Thanks, Jack," Jax said. His attention was already so riveted on the older man, he did not even realise he had left his book and backpack.

The older man watched them vanish deeper into the woods and sighed.

"Still a long ways to go, Jax," he whispered.

All Jax's intentions that they should talk evaporated in the heat of Bray's lips melding against his own. The kiss was all heat and strength and Jax felt himself melt. He felt Bray tighten his arms, crushing Jax's slighter frame against Bray's broader chest. Jax was lost in a maelstrom of emotion and sensation. The feel of Bray's body, so hot and hard and demanding against him, made him moan in Bray's mouth. He was incapable of coherent speech, his hands clutching at the older man, as he opened his mouth wider, inviting the almost frenetic plundering from the older man's tongue.

Jax kissed back like he had never kissed before, like he ached and longed for Bray's lips, hoping to convey in action what he had failed to say in words. He felt Bray's hands slide down to cup his ass, pulling him tightly, so that their bodies moulded from chest to groin. Jax desperately thrust his tongue in to Bray's mouth to taste him. 

The growing arousal of both men became unbearable as they began rubbing against each other. As Bray sucked Jax's tongue rhythmically, the younger man moaned and shuddered, certain that Bray would not let him fall. He had never experienced such an all-consuming passion and desire for another. He had never wanted or needed someone so badly. Their breath mingled, hot and ragged in between the passionate kisses. 

Bray lifted his head to look in to Jax's eyes and could see the glazed expression, the perfect lips, red and swollen and feel the quivering tension in the lithe frame. He groaned deep in his chest as Jax instinctively began pumping his hips faster, his eyes closing as he sought his release. He did not want Jax to come in his jeans. He stilled the younger man's hips, ignoring the soft whimper of need and unzipped them, pushing them down slightly and freeing Jax's eager erection. Bray licked his lips as he looked at the tempting shaft, hard, wet and reddened. 

"Please," Jax begged. "Please." 

Bray took Jax in his hand, warm, smooth and silky. He heard a gasp followed by a moan and Jax threw his head back against the solidity of the tree behind him. Bray acted on instinct, his mouth fastening onto the soft throat that had been bared for him. There were so many things he wanted to do but time was his enemy.

He ran his fist up and down, occasionally letting his thumb flick over the ever-more sensitive head. He wanted more, needed more than just his hand on the intimate flesh. He dropped to his knees and heard Jax keen softly as he licked up and down its length, tasting the faintly musky-sweet flavour of the younger man. 

It was almost too much for Jax to keep watching. The sight of the bigger man on his knees, lips around Jax's throbbing organ threatened to make him come too soon and he closed his eyes. The sinfully talented mouth sucked him firmly, licking over the head of his shaft and lapping at his sac. When Bray relaxed his throat and swallowed Jax's entire length, Jax muted his scream by covering his mouth with his hand.

"Bray I'm going to come," he whispered his warning, surprised he was able to form a coherent sentence. But Bray remained where he was, sucked harder and pumped his hand around the base of Jax's shaft. He came hard in Bray's demanding maw and the older man swallowed everything the younger man could give. 

As Jax's legs gave out, Bray guided him to lie down, straddling the slender frame, shoving the t-shirt up and out of his way. He growled at the sight of the smooth bare chest and the begging nipples, but there was no time. His hand was a blur on his own achingly hard shaft and all he had time or intent for was finding his own delayed release. As a shrill whistle was heard in the distance, Bray reached his crescendo and pulsed his semen in hot, thick strands across Jax's naked torso.




The Watcher and the Woods



There was no time to savour the moment or even speak to Jax as Bray hurriedly cleansed away the evidence of his orgasm. He helped Jax to his feet, kissing him swiftly and pushing the still-dazed younger man back towards the picnic table.

"Sorry, Jax. So sorry." he whispered contritely. "We'll talk, I promise."

Stumbling a little as he tried to rearrange himself into a decent appearance, Jax felt his heart sink. Was Bray sorry about what they had done? Sorry he had started the...whatever they had? He stopped, ensured his clothing was in order, wiped at his eyes and began to run, scooping up his backpack and book. There was no time to indulge in feeling sorry for himself. Norm would make life even more difficult than it currently was if he was late back. 

He was not aware that Bray followed him out of the woods a minute or so later, a look of worry on the older man's face, nor of the unseen watcher that silently observed both men.

****

"Have you heard of our Watcher in the Woods?" Jack asked.

"No," Jax replied. He had come to the table again in the hope that Bray might appear and this time his lower head would not be in charge and do all the thinking. He was happy that Jack had joined him and was interested in the old man's obvious prelude to a local ghost story. As Halloween was the next day, it seemed fitting.

"Oh, it would be about sixty years ago. Pretty girl called Nancy, with hair like the sun and eyes as blue as cornflowers she was. Most of the boys were half in love with her, but she had eyes for just one. A handsome young man in the football team. Of course, in those days, ladies waited to be asked, but what Nancy didn't know was that he was every bit as shy and was afraid to make the first move in case he was rejected. So they danced around each other, each afraid to say what they felt. As Halloween came round one of the girls in Nancy's class, a malicious minx, told Nancy that she had a message for Nancy to go into the woods where she would finally meet her beau. Nancy never doubted it. She told her parents she was going to a friend's house, left at seven thirty that night and was never seen alive again."

"No!" Jax exclaimed. He blushed as Jack gave him a sad smile.

"The girl just intended to give Nancy a scare and no one really knows what happened. The girl and her friends waited an hour and when Nancy didn't appear, they went home. At ten o'clock, when Nancy didn't come home, her parents began to ring her friends. Someone admitted the trick that had been played and almost half the town, it was just a little, tiny place back then, headed to the woods to search. Nancy's body, or at least what was left of it, was found two days later. Way over yonder," Jack said, waving a hand out towards the unforgiving desert that began where the woods ended.

"And no one knows what happened?" Jax asked.

"Well, theory is, Nancy got lost and panicked. Got herself all turned around and began to run away from town rather than towards it. Eventually, exhausted, she curled up against a tree trunk and succumbed to hypothermia. Unfortunately there are coyotes out here and they found her. The story goes that if you're out in the woods around Halloween, and your heart is pure, Nancy will appear as she did in life; a pretty girl talking about the love that she's looking to find. However, if your heart is impure, she appears as the faceless thing she became in death, seeking vengeance on those who took away her chance for love."

"You'll be telling us you believe in Santa Claus, too, Jax," a harsh voice said laughingly.

Jax jumped at Norm's voice and looked up at the older man. 

"I didn't see you arrive, Norm," Jax said. 

Norm simply grinned. He had seen how engrossed Jax had been in the story. He could hardly believe the kid was so naive. He laughed and began to head back to work. Stopping he called over his shoulder.

"If he starts offering to let you look in his yard for fairies, we'll come and help."

Jax's cheeks flamed scarlet.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Why?" Jack asked amicably. "Not your fault he's an ass. I'll say just two more things, Jax," he added standing. "Firstly, talk to Bray. Better you know now if he can give you what you want, the love you need. Secondly, watch that man." Jack's head jerked in Norm's direction. "I wouldn't trust him one inch. He's a bad lot."

"Thanks, Jack," Jax said, standing himself. "I will."

****

Halloween was a big celebration in the town. Vampires or werewolves stood on street corners handing out candy and the shops were decorated outside as well as in. To Jax's surprise and delight, Norm had decided that they could finish early and watch the Halloween parade that was an annual tradition.

There had been no chance to get Bray alone or speak to him and now, as Jax enjoyed the parade, it was already getting dark. His arm was grasped and he jumped as a voice whispered in his ear.

"Hey, Jax, I got a message from Bray for you."

Turning, Jax regarded the man he associated as one of Norm's in-crowd warily.

"What message, Ron?" he asked guardedly.

"He wants to meet you tonight. Not at that table you usually sit at, but further in the woods. Here, this shows the table," Ron said handing Jax a folded piece of paper. "You need to be there by eight or he'll assume you don't want to meet. If you don't trust me, look over there."

Twisting to see where Ron was indicating, Jax saw Bray looking at him from across the road. The older man seemed to have a slightly quizzical look and so Jax nodded. Of course he would go. Looking at the paper in his hand he realised it was a visitor's map of the woods with picnic tables marked and one was circled in red. It was towards the lake and it would be dark, but Jax had both a good flashlight and one of the site helmets that had a built in lamp.

"Thanks..." he started but Ron had slipped away and, glancing back across the road, so had Bray. Jax gripped tightly to the paper. All he had to do was wait until eight o'clock. 

It was going to feel like an eternity

****

At seven fifteen, Jax left the motel, smiling and waving at the girl on the desk. He walked through the town's main street, refusing the candy that a variety of werewolves, vampires, mummies and zombies still offered and was soon on its outskirts heading towards their building site and the woods beyond. He flicked on the flashlight as the town lights ended, intending only to use the helmet light once in the woods themselves.

He gave a start at the disembodied voice.

"You're not from round here."

He half-turned to see a red-headed woman smiling at him.

"No," Jax said. "I'm part of the team working on the hotel."

"It will be nice to see the old place all done up," the woman said.

"Do you live out here?" Jax asked dubiously. He was not aware of any houses this far out of town.

"Oh I have a place over yonder," the red-head smiled, waving the hand not clutching her own flashlight vaguely ahead and to Jax's right. "You meeting someone special?"

At the question Jax wondered if there was something tattooed on his forehead that only inhabitants of the town could see.

"A friend," he hedged.

"Sure. At night, in the dark, with just a flashlight for company," the red-head threw back tauntingly.

"Not everyone would approve," Jax found himself admitting.

"What does it matter what others think?" the red-head asked. "Not their lives, just yours and...whoever's," she added shrugging. "When you get a chance for love, you've got to grasp it with both hands," she added.

"If it is love," Jax could not stop himself blurting out. He rolled his eyes heavenwards.

"You know what you want," the red-head said, smiling at him. "I'll give you some advice," she added her voice suddenly becoming deeper, more sonorous. "Don't let appearances deceive you. Listen before you judge and finally, don't be afraid to say what you want, what you need. Be seeing you," she added and waved at Jax as she veered right as Jax halted ready to turn left.

Jax turned to stare after her, but she had already vanished from his sight. He took a deep breath. Her parting words stuck in his mind as he crossed into the woods, activating the helmet lamp to add to the flashlight. However, he did not have time to truly ponder their significance as he entered the woods.

He had known it would be dark and eerie, but he was not expected the almost solidity of the darkness around him. As a true city boy, he had never experienced what it was like not to be surrounded by, to a greater or lesser extent, artificial light. His speed slowed as he peered into the blackness. His hearing seemed to prick up, his footsteps loud in the surrounding silence. 

He thought he could hear movement ahead and picked up speed a little. As he came into the designated picnic clearing he saw a shadowed figure.

"Bray?" he called. As the figure turned, Jax could hear a shrill sound of pure terror, but was beyond realising he was the one making it. 

The creature's face was grossly disfigured and its body a shapeless mass. Jax was already unconscious before his limp body collapsed in a dead faint.

****

"Jax? Jax, talk to me. Please, Jax."

Slowly Jax's eyes peeled open and it was Bray's face that swam into focus. Even as he was about to thank the older man for his concern, Jax noticed the outfit Bray was wearing. Bray had been the thing he had seen.

"You bastard," Jax said, his voice almost breaking. He aimed a punch at the arms holding him which the bigger man seemed not to even notice. "You absolute bastard. Let go of me!"

"Jax, listen to me, please."

"Let me go. I thought Norm was bad, but this is worse than anything he ever did. Had your fun? Was this your intention along, to lead me on and then play such a hurtful trick? Let. Me. Go."

"Listen to me, please. Please, Jax."

For a moment Jax thought Bray's face was replaced by the red-head on the road and her words came back to him in a rush; don't let appearances deceive you. Listen before you judge and finally, don't be afraid to say what you want, what you need.

He slumped in Bray's arms, all his anger and outrage suddenly evaporating at the vivid memory.

"Okay," he said. "I'll listen."

"It was a set-up, I swear. Ron told me he had a great idea for scaring Norm. He said you were all for it and when I saw you talking to Ron it was supposed to be you nodding to tell me to go ahead with tonight. I don't even know what made them pick here, or this outfit."

"I do," Jax said softly. "Norm heard Jack, an old guy from the town who sits with me occasionally, tell me the story. He knows, Bray, about you and me. He must. Why else choose you to lure me into the woods? I wouldn't have come to meet anyone else. And then to pick you to scare me so much. I...I hoped, I wanted..." Jax came to a stuttering halt.

"What did you want?" Bray asked, his fingers tenderly tilting Jax's face upwards. "Tell me what you need."

"I need love, Bray, a relationship, and commitment. I don't want casual or fuck-buddy. Can you give me that? Can you love me?" Jax asked, his voice dropping to a bare whisper of sound, his eyes large and pleading.

"I can give you that, Jax. I can do that." Lowering his head, Bray claimed Jax's lips. It was not demanding or hard, just a soft, gentle pressure that held promise of things to come. They broke apart and Bray helped Jax to his feet. He held the lithe frame tightly to his own, nuzzling at Jax's neck.

"Just one thing to do before we leave, sweetheart," Bray murmured.

****

At the sound of the shrill scream of terror, Norm howled with laughter until tears streaked his cheeks.

"Got him good style," he guffawed accepting another can of beer from Ron. His other accomplice, Devlin, was dragging on a joint. Devlin, hiding in the woods for a daytime smoke, had seen Jax, followed by Bray, sneaking away from their little woodland tryst and had come and told Norm all. The joke was Norm's idea and Ron had got all the stuff organised. 

And it had worked like a dream.

"Bet Jax doesn't do anywhere near Bray again," Ron laughed, swallowing half a can of beer in one long draught. 

"Screams like a little girl," Norm sniggered.

"I'd lay odds the kid'll leave," Devlin drawled, his soft, Southern accent sounding louder than normal in the silence around them. "Good enough worker, but we don't need his kind around. Probably seduced Bray by fluttering those big doe eyes and waggling that tight ass."

"Don't leave anything to incriminate us," Norm warned, sobering suddenly as a twig cracked loudly in the darkness that surrounded where they sat. They were sitting around a couple of torches. He had already been warned a few times about being drunk on duty and had been forbidden to drink during a job. The cool box of beers alone was enough to have him fired without taking into account the joints that Devlin was happy to supply for their private party. 

He grinned as he took another deep swig of beer. Not as if there was anyone out here to watch what they did. He reached for another joint, rolled and ready, when all three jumped at the sound of a twig breaking loudly ahead of them. 

Bray.

It had to be. 

Norm stood, glowering angrily into the darkness, aware that Ron and Devlin had also risen. Then Norm began to laugh, a harsh, cruel, sound.

"Just because the girlie-boy got scared doesn't mean we will, Bray," he said mockingly. "We're men, not babies." Ron and Devlin joined in the laughter as they trained their torches on the trees ahead. Smirking, Norm watched as a figure came into view; a shapeless body and a disfigured face.

"We did a real good job with the costume," Ron laughed. "Kid must've wet himself when he saw you, Bray."

The figure made no sound as it came forward.

"Oh come on, Bray. We know it's you."

The figure seemed to shimmy and then rose into the air, floating, before its mouth opened, wider than humanly possible, showing a black maw of broken teeth. Then it came forwards towards them, reaching for them...

Three shrill screams rent the air as Norm, Ron and Devlin turned and ran.

****

Reaching the motel, Jax followed Bray into the older man's room. As the door closed and locked, he was enveloped in the bigger man's arms and his mouth opened to accept Bray's demanding tongue.

"Make love to me?"

Intent on nibbling Jax's earlobe, Bray barely heard the whisper, despite Jax's mouth being so close to his ear. It took the older man a few seconds to register what had been said and when he did he felt his member begin to swell rapidly to full hardness.

In reply he began to trail small kisses down the column of the young man's throat, pausing at the pulse point and nipping the sensitive skin. Bray ran his tongue up the other side of Jax's neck, savouring the sweet taste of the young man's skin as he had never done before. He knew now that if had done so before, he would never have been content with mere snatched moments in the woods. 

He continued to lavish the exposed neck with attention and then slowly let his lips descend until he came to Jax's half-exposed collarbone. He flicked open the buttons on Jax's shirt and spread it wide to stare hungrily as sinfully smooth flesh became exposed. He began to kiss his way downwards, heading for the large, dark areolae and began to gently suck on the warm skin. 

Moaning softly, Jax closed his eyes and let his head drop back to rest against the door. His breathing became shallow pants as Bray's lips amorously assaulted his skin leaving it damp and red in the wake of his kisses. His trembling hands reached to cup the back of Bray head and gently urged him towards a silently begging nipple.

At the feel of Jax's hand Bray licked over the tight nub before sucking it slowly to a low groan. One of his hands began to massage the inside of Jax's thigh while the other pinched and rolled the neglected nub. His lips moved again, finding the irresistible skin above Jax's nipple and Bray began to suck. When he finally pulled his mouth away from Jax's skin, he smiled when he saw the small love bite that he had left as a mark of his passion, of his possession.

Lifting his head, Bray gazed at his lover, Jax's eyes were half closed and there was a look of bliss on his beautiful face. Bray leaned forward to claim the pink, delectable lips. The kiss began was slow and tender, but it soon became hot and demanding, both men's desires straining against the confines of their jeans. 

"Bray, want you, take me," Jax panted his voice thick with longing and arousal. 

Leading Jax by the hand, Bray moved them to the bed. He did not put on the main light; instead he flicked on the bedside lamps giving the room a warmer, almost romantic glow. He then stepped back to Jax and possessed the younger man's soft lips once more. Bray was gentle at first, but again the kiss soon began to get more demanding, eliciting gasps and moans from both men. Bray's lips descended once again and he started to suck and bite at his lover's neck.

"Bray," Jax moaned as his lover pressed his groin against him, showing the extent of Bray's arousal. He hesitantly pushed his own groin forward and, at the older man's to groan, Jax did it again.

They fell onto the bed, Jax beneath Bray, not breaking the heated kiss. Bray put most of his weight on the hands on each side of the smaller man's shoulders. He moved on top of the supine form, pushing his hips gently into Jax's causing delicious friction at their groins, the roughness of their jeans heightening the pleasure.

"Clothes...off..." Jax murmured between heated kisses.

"Let me," Bray said. He began undoing the brunette's jeans, tugging the clothing down long, lithe legs, along with the boxers, throwing both items of clothing out of sight. They did not matter, all Bray's thoughts were on the young man now naked before him.

He laid Jax lay back and hesitated, devouring the sight of the beauty spread out before him. Jax's curls framed his flushed face and lay across the white pillow. The smooth, olive-toned skin already had a sheen of sweat making it glisten enticingly and the younger man's shaft jutted upwards, dripping enticingly. But Bray's eyes irresistibly were drawn to the two large, dark discs on Jax's chest. He bent down and took a hardened nub into his mouth and relished Jax's gasp.

The older man swirled his tongue around the taut nub and pinched and rolled the other, urged on by the seductive sounds of pleasure that Jax made. Bray slid his hand down the young man's body, fondling the swollen flesh between spread legs as his mouth moved onto the other nipple.

"You're wearing too much," Jax gasped, unable to touch as much of the older man as he wanted. Soon Bray's jeans joined Jax's on the floor. They could now have the skin to skin contact that they craved and they found pleasure in the simple act of being able to freely touch one another.

The older man leaned forward and let his lips glide over his lover's skin, worshipping the supine form with kisses and caresses, never moving his mouth far from the smooth flesh beneath him. He fumbled in the top draw of his bedside table and withdrew a tube of lube. He left it in easy reach of where he had settled between Jax's open legs and began running his fingertips lightly over the inside of creamy thighs.

At the litany of whispered pleas, Bray took the lube and squeezed a large amount onto his fingers. He had no intention of unnecessarily hurting the willing and beautiful young man beneath him. Stretching Jax was important and Bray intended to make it enjoyable for them both. He would have Jax begging him by the time he was ready.

He moved his slick fingers over Jax's thighs and bypassed the erect member until he reached the tightly-furled entrance to the young man's body. He swept his finger back and forth, occasionally pressing against the resilient muscle. 




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"This alright?" he asked. His finger was pressed hard against Jax's entrance. He needed to be sure, however he did not get a verbal response. Jax moaned, tilting his pelvis into the tantalising touch, his dazed eyes silently pleading. 

Gently massaging Jax's entrance lightly with his finger, Bray waited until he felt the younger man relax. Then he slowly pushed his finger forward until he felt the guardian muscle yield and let his finger enter tight heat. He heard the slight whimper as his finger entered Jax, but when the younger man writhed, forcing Bray's finger further inside him, he began to stroke the digit in and out. Watching Jax's expressive face, he cautiously added a second and started to scissor his fingers, stretching the almost too-tight passage.

Bray added a third finger. He felt Jax tense slightly and he curled his middle finger. The tip found the nub he sought and he let it graze over the bundle of nerves, giving a satisfied smile when Jax arched upwards, crying Bray's name. The impassioned sound made his shaft twitch and drool. He brushed Jax's prostate over and over again, driving all coherent thought from his lover's mind. Slim hips bucked upwards and Bray held him down gently with one hand while the other continued its sensual ministrations. 

When Bray felt that Jax was ready he slowly withdrew his fingers from the beautiful body, causing the young man to whimper in denial. He locked heated gazes with Jax as he coated himself in lube. Finally he positioned the head of his shaft at Jax's entrance. The young man wrapped his legs around Bray's waist. 

"Now, Bray," Jax begged. 

With a slow push, Bray pushed and the head of his member slid into Jax's clenching heat. He groaned at the tightness around his sensitive flesh. He pushed in slowly feeling slick heat envelop him. Bray stilled when he was fully sheathed inside his lovers' body. He could see the tension on Jax's face and knew the younger man was waiting for his body to become used to Bray's length and girth. 

It took all of his self control not to immediately begin thrusting and so he leaned forward, kissing his lover passionately while Jax adjusted to Bray's impressive size. After a moment or two, Jax nodded and Bray started to move, slowly and smoothly, letting the younger man get used to the sensation.

Stroking his hands over his lover's arms and neck, Jax started to move his hips in unison with Bray's. He met every one of his lover's thrusts with one of his own. With a slight, subtle shift, Bray angled his hips to hit Jax's prostate which made the younger man cry out his delight. He gasped and shuddered as his sweet spot was stroked with every thrust. Mind-fracturing pleasure enveloped him and he clutched tightly at Bray's muscled arms, wrapping his legs even tighter around the big man's waist to pull him deeper.

Both men could feel their orgasms inexorably approaching. As Bray reached to stroke Jax's dripping shaft, he hit his lover's prostate simultaneously. The double assault proved too much for Jax and he stiffened beneath his lover before he came hard, crying Bray's name. The clenching of Jax's inner muscles around Bray's erection sent him into oblivion. As Jax's semen bathed his hand and their chests, the older man emptied himself inside his lover. His last coherent thought was to roll to the side before he collapsed half on top of, and still buried inside, Jax.

Jax lay on the bed his heart racing and his breath coming out in short gasps. He looked at Bray and they smiled before they began to trade gentle, loving kisses as Bray softened slowly and slid from Jax's depths. Jax watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Bray eased himself from the bed and shuffled to the bathroom. He heard the sound of running water and then Bray was returning with a damp washcloth and towel.

Jax lay on his back and looked up to see Bray with the cloth in hand, cleaning away the evidence of their lovemaking. Jax smiled as he felt how tenderly Bray cleaned him. Once they were clean, Bray crawled back under the covers and pulled Jax into his arms and he eagerly snuggled into his lover's shoulder and closed his eyes.

****

A loud pounding on the door woke the lovers, the two men wrapped around one another as if it was the most natural way to sleep. Disentangling from his young lover, Bray grumbled a steady stream of obscenities to the door, snatching up the towel from the previous night to wrap around his waist. He had envisioned a much more romantic, and gratifying, way of waking. He unlocked the door to glower at one of the other workers.

"Sorry, Bray," the man said. "The big Boss is here, spitting nails. Wants us all over at the coffee shop in fifteen. Something happened to Norm last night, don't know what. I tried to wake the kid, but got no answer," he added, his eyes flitting past Bray.

"Jax slept here last night," Bray said laconically, stretching to ensure his bulk unobtrusively shut off any view of the room behind him. "We had a movie marathon. Kid fell asleep in the chair. Probably move like an old man this morning. We'll be there," he added as the other man seemed in no hurry to move.

"Right, sure, Bray," he said before scuttling away. 

Bray watched him go before closing and locking the door once more. Turning back, he was greeted by the sight of Jax in his bed, the sheet pooled at the younger man's hips, his chest bared to Bray's ravenous gaze.

"We need to shower," he said, his voice rough with want as his shaft began to tent the towel he wore. "Sharing would be quicker." He held out a hand and grinned as Jax blushed, but came to him in all his glory. The younger man's rod was half-hard as if unsure of its welcome. As Bray possessed Jax's lush lips, his hand reached to stroke the shy organ to full hardness. As the kiss broke for the men to breathe, Bray slid his hands to cup each perfect buttock and lifted.

Laughing, Jax wrapped his legs around his lover's waist. Bray easily supported him and carried him to the shower. Jax took advantage of Bray's distraction to pepper kisses over the smiling visage as the older man reached to turn on the hot spray. Jax moaned encouragingly as he was leant against the wall, Bray kissing him thoroughly as hot water cascaded down around their intertwined bodies. Jax slid his legs slowly, sensually down Bray's hip and legs to stand under his own power, but was grateful for the solid wall at his back, helping support him. 

Scooping up the shower gel, Bray's hands began to caress Jax's body. Grinning he soaped up erect flesh, relishing the pleasured sounds spilling from Jax's lips. He ran slick hands over Jax's shoulders and chest. They ran over Jax's stomach, his groin and he even knelt down to gently massage his lover's thighs and calves. He urged Jax to turn, coating himself liberally with the liquid soap with one hand as the other slid over Jax's back and down to the irresistible and delectable mounds.

Both men groaned as Jax's soapy body rubbed against Bray's, sliding sensually through lightly-scented foamy lather. Turning in Bray's embrace, Jax melded to his lover's body. They kissed passionately, tongues twining and dancing as their bodies undulated together in the water.

Bray moved so that his back was now against the wall and then reached down and lifted Jax's bottom, silently urging the other man to wrap his legs around his waist once more. Jax complied and the bigger man gave a feral smile at his lover moan when Bray's finger scraped lightly over Jax's exposed opening. He ran it back and forth and then slid inside the narrow straight. 

The tightening of his lover's inner muscles sent a hot surge of blood through his veins. His finger stroked for a few seconds before a second joined it. Bray's breath began to sound loudly in the confined space as the head of his shaft nudged repeatedly against his lover's tight opening before finally pushing inside. 

Throwing back his head, Jax cried out as Bray's thickness penetrated him. Their bodies slithered sinuously under the water as Bray's thrusts rocked Jax to his core. The older man pulled Jax down against him with each powerful upward thrust of his hips and Jax responded by clenching around the rod of flesh that impaled him. He could feel the throbbing of the turgid organ buried inside him and groaned his appreciation as his own erection became trapped against Bray's solid abdominals, rubbing erotically along the defined muscles. 

Thrusts became harder and faster, Jax whimpering against Bray's broad shoulders, begging to come, and for Bray to come inside him. His pleas were answered. Jerking in his lover's embrace, Jax spilled his seed onto their stomachs. 

The contractions of Jax's sheath around Bray's sensitised shaft triggered the older man's orgasm. With a cry of his lover's name, he buried his face against Jax's neck as his semen jetted into the quivering channel. Slowly his tremors abated and his sex began to soften and slid from its haven. Leaning back against the wall, the bigger man let Jax slide out of his grasp and they kissed tenderly.

"I love you, babe," Bray husked, cupping Jax's chin in his hand. "Love you so much."

"I love you," Jax whispered back. Hearing and saying the words in the light of day made them seem so much more real. He grinned happily.

"Come on, we don't want to be late. We can swing past your room and grab a change of clothes for you," Bray said as he switched off the spray.

****

The owner of the company Bray and Jax worked for was a man in his late fifties, who was almost as tall and well-built as Bray himself. Graham Dayton had built his business from nothing. His shock of dark hair was only lightly peppered with gray and he paced angrily as his men found themselves seats in the coffee shop. He had herded his men to the far end where they sat looking expectantly at him. Stomping to the other end of the cafe, he placed an order for coffee, hotcakes and bacon. He did nothing until the tables had been served and handed over a wad of notes to the waitress that was generously in excess of the cost of the food and drinks.

"Just make sure we have a little privacy down here for a while, sweetheart," he said, giving an easy, disarming grin. The grin faded as the waitress disappeared and he faced his men. "Eat up," he encouraged. He sipped on his own coffee until the food was mostly consumed.

"What's going on, Chief?" Bray asked. 

"As of today, Norm, Devlin and Ron have all been suspended and are likely to be fired."

"What?" Bray's exclamation was echoed by several others.

"Keep it down," Graham hissed. "I'll tell you what I know, as I understand it anyway," he added with a frown. "First of all, let me make this very clear," he said. "I don't care what a man does behind closed doors. His personal life is just that, so I'm not interested in tattle-tailing. If a man is honest, hard-working and does his job well, that's all I want. If anyone here doesn't think that way, they can speak up now."

Looking around, the men glanced at one another and Graham was not surprised when a couple of furtive, fleeting looks were aimed at Jax. However, he was surprised when Bray curled his lips as he spotted them and edged closer to the young man. Interesting.

"Looks like no one has anything to say, Chief," Bray offered when silence prevailed.

"Glad to hear it," Graham nodded. "Now as I'm given to understand, last night, Norm, Devlin and Ron came screaming into town. Norm had a broken ankle, done running in the woods. Bray," he said, turning to look at the big man. "Is it true you were set up to scare Jax?" Graham asked.

"It wasn't his..." Jax began, but was stopped by a single hand from Graham.

"I was, Chief. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, Bray," Graham said. "Now, Norm was taken to the local hospital for his ankle to be set. First off he and the others claimed you had tried to scare them." He held up his hand again as Bray tried to object. "It's okay, Bray," he assured. "Police know it wasn't you. Girl on the reception desk saw you and Jax coming in. Said she knew the exact time because the clock on the wall used to chime the quarter hour, but hadn't for a year or more. It did, just once, as you two arrived."

"Then why lie?" Jax asked puzzled.

"Well, the next thing they claimed was that it was a real ghost. Some murdered girl or something," Graham said, shaking his head. "Well anyway, cops checked out their van and found some sheeting that had obviously been doctored to be worn like a shroud and a Halloween mask. Sound like what they were intending for you to use, Bray?"

"Yes," Bray husked. He glanced quickly at Jax. He had bundled the outfit into the bole of a tree to recover the next day. His lover looked as stunned as Bray felt.

"Cops smelt alcohol and got them all tested. Pissed and high was their opinion. Sure enough, when they went out to where Norm and the others had been they found booze and joints. I don't hold with getting drunk on jobs and I don't employ anyone who does drugs. Norm had been warned before about his drinking. I'm sorry if he made your life hard, Jax. If I'd known sooner, I'd have stepped in."

"It's fine, Chief," Jax said softly. It was. Norm would no longer be around to torment him and their boss was effectively warning the others. Work would not be a problem at all.

"That's that then," Graham said decisively. "Anyone's bound to see spooks if they're canned. Police had no idea what they were talking about," he added. "Said no one had been murdered or gone missing to be haunting the woods. Bray," he continued, not seeing the stunned look on Jax's face. "You did a good job deputising for Norm, so you can take over as foreman. I've got a couple of men I'll call to get here for tomorrow and I'll help out for today."

"Sure," said Bray, his face splitting into a wide grin. He slapped Jax on the back.

"Congratulations," Jax said, his lover's excitement overriding his shock regarding the ghost story.

"Come on," Graham shouted. "Put a good one in today and dinner's on me tonight."

There was a whooping cheer from the men and they hurried to comply.

"I don't know that I understand..." Bray began, but was stopped by a finger pressed briefly to his lips.

"Me either," Jax said. "But I love you and this is like a new start, it's more than I could have asked for."

"Same here, babe," Bray grinned. "Same here."

****

The day passed in a flurry of hard work and good-natured joking. Although Jax was not working alongside Bray, if their paths crossed, the older man teased him with a wink, or a fleeting touch or a pink tongue sliding suggestively over the older man's lips. Jax could scarcely wait for the day to be over. He wanted to be under Bray, over Bray, Feel the older man's body pressing down on his, feeling hard flesh sliding inside him, owning him, coming inside him. It was almost more than he could bear.

However, the day came to an end and he even enjoyed the group meal that Graham paid for. Although he had far better uses for some of the sauces that came with the Chinese banquet that they unanimously chose as the preferred meal; sweet and sour Bray, hot and spicy Bray, they would all have tasted better of the broad body Jax was already addicted to. He had definite ideas on trying them at the earliest opportunity.

The men split into groups who were either going for a quick drink or back to the motel and no one questioned that Jax and Bray opted to return to the motel for an early night. As the couple headed home, Jax stopped and looked behind him.

"What is it, babe?" Bray asked.

"I was sure we were being watched," Jax said.

Turning, Bray scanned the streets behind them and for a second or two thought he could see a figure, but shook his head as he faced his lover.

"No one there, love," he said reassuringly. "Let's go. I've looked forward to being alone with you all day," he added, splaying a large, comforting palm over Jax's back and urging the younger man forward again.

They went straight to Bray's room and began to kiss as soon as the door was closed and locked. As their lips touched Jax closed his eyes. He felt his lover's tongue lick over his lips, tugging gently at the bottom one. Then, slowly the bigger man was pushing the tip of his tongue inside and Jax opened his mouth in invitation. He greeted Bray's tongue, wrapping his own around it and sucking it. He heard the growl from his mate and felt Bray hardening against his hip. 

The strong hands that had been wrapped around his back drifted down, cupping Jax's ass and kneading each taut cheek. 

"I want to make love with you," Jax moaned when their lips parted, his own shaft was throbbing with need. 

"Always, babe," Bray promised. "I'll always make love with you."

The promise made, the lovers began to strip. There was no teasing, just an almost overwhelming need to get skin to skin as quickly as possible. Twin hardnesses, already damp with desire, evidenced their mutual desire and Bray wasted no time in getting Jax onto the bed and settled on top of his mate. 

Laughing softly at Bray's eagerness, Jax squirmed under his lover to get comfortable with the bigger man's weight on top of him. When they had finally settled, Bray was lying between Jax's spread legs. Jax wrapped his arms around the older man's shoulders, pulling him down to join their mouths together in another deep kiss. 

Their tongues danced elegantly in each other's mouths and soft sounds of pleasure and desire harmonised in the air. Their groins rubbed sensually against each other. With a slight shift the men's erections were sliding against one another. Pre-come slicked the way as they ground and writhed in an age-old dance. 

Almost dizzy from lack of air, Jax whispered his appreciation as Bray started to trail open-mouthed kisses and gentle bites over his jaw and neck. Then, at the junction of neck and shoulder, he began nipping and sucking, making Jax moan as he left his mark. Despite Jax's best effort to encourage Bray to move to other areas that demanded attention, the older man remained in place until satisfied with the love bite on Jax's neck. 

Then, to increasingly excited writhing by Jax, he began to work his way down, sucking and licking at every patch of smooth skin in his way. On reaching one large, dark nipple he circled it slowly with the tip of his tongue before drawing it into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. Jax's whimper of pleasure encouraged him and he flicked his tongue back and forth over the sensitive nub before reluctantly letting it go. 

"Tell me what you want, babe," Bray murmured as he treated the neglected nub to the same treatment as its twin.

"You. Oh, Bray, yes," Jax groaned as Bray slid one of his hands between their bodies and took hold of Jax's dripping erection. 

The older man then began pressing soft kisses to the smooth skin of Jax's abdomen. As he worked his tongue over his lover's warm skin, he began working Jax's shaft. He teased the tip with his thumb, spreading the steady rain of pre-come around the head and pulled gently on the foreskin. Shifting lower, he pressed kisses on either side of the sparse treasure trail, nipping and nuzzling with teeth, lips and tongue until Jax was moaning incoherently with need. He took his time, working lower, and leaving his marks. 

When he at last reached the edge of Jax's pubic hair, he skirted around the well-trimmed edge. He paid homage to the skin with nips and licks until he reached the most sensitive area of his lover's groin. The gentle attention left Jax trembling and shivering. Bray gazed down at his mate, grinning at how undone his lover now was.

"Please Bray, please," Jax managed to whisper breathlessly. 

Pressing a last lick to the now dampened skin, Bray took pity and finally nuzzled the underside of the rigid shaft that lay on his lover's abdomen. At the first slow swipe of tongue up the length of his mate's erection, Jax wailed softly. His lover would have arched off the bed had Bray not taken a firm hold of slender hips, pressing them firmly into the mattress.




The Watcher and the Woods



At the feel of how hot and hard his lover's flesh had become, Bray decided he had teased long enough. He took the crimson-hued head into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the slit and savouring the tangy pre-come, before drawing it in deeper. One hand left Jax's hip and cupped the ballsac, rolling the high, hard orbs working Jax more quickly to his release. It did not take long as Jax had been teetering on the edge. Hips pumping instinctively, the younger man came with an inarticulate cry.

Making his own pleasured sounds, Bray swallowed everything Jax had to give. He sucked carefully, ensuring not a drop of his lover's crème was missed before letting the spent organ glide from his mouth. Giving it one last lick, he laid his head on Jax's thigh, smiling at the satiated look on the face of his lover. 

Slowly, Jax's eyes opened as the orgasmic bliss receded and he looked down into Bray's glinting eyes. He smiled and then shivered as Bray let a finger glide over the inside of his thigh, subtly urging Jax to spread his legs wider. 

"I'm nowhere near finished with you yet," Bray rasped as he crawled up his lover's body, covering Jax's more slender frame with his own. 

As their mouths met, Jax's arms wrapped around Bray's shoulders and eagerly pulled the bigger man fully down against him. Their tongues met languidly sliding in one another's mouths or dancing slowly together. The kisses were not designed to further desire but to show and share love. Even so, when they finally parted, Jax was already half-hard again and Bray's erection sliding against his abdomen gently reminded him that the older man had yet to come. 

"Ready for more?" asked Bray as he paused in his nibbling against the corner of Jax's mouth.

"Oh yeah," Jax moaned. He arched upwards to keep contact with his lover's body as the older man twisted to reach the nightstand. Jax whimpered needily as Bray opened the top drawer and got the tube out. 

Kneeling between Jax's spread legs, Bray paused, looking at the debauched form before him and he licked his lips, slowly, predatorily. His eyes not leaving Jax's face, he squeezed out some clear gel into his hand. He rubbed his finger to slicken and to warm and reached down between his lover's legs. Mindful of his lover's comfort, he circled the tightly-furled entrance teasingly before slowly pressing the tip of his finger inside. Jax's body seemed to relax almost instantly. After a few thrusts, Bray added another finger and began scissoring his digits to stretch Jax further. 

Deliberately, he brushed his fingers over Jax's prostate, to a low groan. The younger man's eyes fluttered shut and when they reopened, the heat in the lush, desire-darkened pupils made Bray's mouth go dry and his shaft throb dangerously. 

"Ready?" he asked softly.

"Take me."

The words were barely more than a puff of air from the kiss-swollen lips. He took a lithe leg and urged it over his hip, opening his lover more. He flipped open the lube and coated his rigid rod, the plum-hued head was especially sensitive and he took care not to let his touch become too much. Locking gazes with his lover, he pulled Jax into his lap. 

Immediately Jax wrapped his other leg around Bray's waist, his heels pressing against Bray's solid gluteus muscles. Leaning forward, Bray entwined their fingers and possessed Jax's lips for one last breath-stealing kiss before pushing slowly inside his lover. Bray stilled after the initial thrust, groaning as he felt Jax clench tightly around him, slick heat searing his innocent flesh.

The moment Jax tried to pull him deeper with his heels Bray drew back a little and then pushed in deeper. He moved incrementally, repeating his movements again and again until his sac slapped against Jax's cheeks with each smooth forward thrust. He set up a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts, relishing the tightness of the channel that gripped him.

All too soon, slow was not enough for the smaller man. Jax writhed beneath the older man. His fingers tightened on those of his lover's, his hips thrust upwards and he used his heels to try and urge Bray into harder, faster, deeper. He could feel Bray's hard flesh pulsating inside him, the rod rubbing against his prostate every other thrust. The sensation sent bolts of pleasure throughout his body and he panted and moaned, unable to form coherent sentences. He was fully risen and leaking again but there was not enough friction and he did not have a hand free to stroke himself.

"Bray," he whimpered between moans and gasps. "Need...please."

At that moment Bray sped up his thrusts and Jax gave a keening wail of pleasure. His head thrashed from side to side as Bray pounded against his prostate. His cries were smothered by his lover's mouth sealing over his as jolt after jolt assailed his slight frame. The younger man shuddered and quivered as the new position of the bigger man pressed his eager arousal between their bodies, adding friction and pressure that had been previously missing. 

His bottom lip was sucked into Bray's mouth, when that was released it was his tongue, and that, combined with another thrust deep into his body, ramming his sweet spot, was too much. Jax's cry of completion was swallowed by his lover and he was only dimly aware of Bray's own as the bigger man's shaft was squeezed mercilessly by Jax's rippling inner muscles. Jax felt his semen shoot between them in mind-shattering waves of pleasure as his channel was bathed by Bray's hot seed.

Finally, they slid down from their high. Although thoroughly drained, they continued to kiss, tongues sliding together lazily in the sated afterglow. Jax's legs slid bonelessly off Bray and onto the mattress. His finally freed hands came up to grasp around Bray's upper body. 

He sighed as the kiss ended. Bray shifted his body to the side and slipped out of him and Jax sighed with regret. "I love you, Bray," he murmured, burrowing against his lover. They were satiated and sticky and he had no intention of moving anytime soon.

"Love you, too, babe," Bray affirmed, pulling Jax tightly against him. He knew they could always share a shower in the morning. In fact he was of a mind to make it a mandatory morning ritual.

The soft words of devotion soon became sated sounds of slumber as the lovers drifted to sleep.

****

From his vantage point on the street corner, the watcher observed Jax and then Bray look in his direction, but they did not see him. He smiled at the possessive hand on Jax's back and at the love he was able to see that radiated between them. Turning away, Jack hurried through and out of the town, following a path he knew so very well.

Once out of town, he passed the woods, turning right. He moved swiftly through the town cemetery. He smiled as he approached an immaculate, white headstone in the shape of a heart, adorned with two angels whose wings echoed the heart shape below. He looked lovingly at the name etched in gold.

"We did it Nancy," he said. "I knew they'd make a good couple from the moment I set eyes on them. It's up to them now, but I think they'll be fine."

He waited for a second and then a tendril of gray mist slowly arose to hover before him. It began to coalesce and take shape, but it was not a young woman that stood before him, but rather one with her hair in grey curls, framing an aged, smiling face.

"You always were an old romantic," she said.

"I was right, though," Jack grinned.

"That you were," Nancy said nodding.

"How about we take a turn around the town, dear?" asked Jack. 

"Why not?" Nancy replied. "Just one thing though, you old rogue," she added, grinning herself at the affected air of innocence from Jack. "Next time we have a nasty piece of work like Norm to teach a lesson to, it's my turn to be the faceless thing. I'd have loved to have sent him yelling for his momma."

Jack laughed and leant forward, Nancy mimicking the act and, as their lips met, both dissolved into grey mist, becoming a single entity that rose slowly and floated gracefully in the direction of their town.

Only the smiling angels bore witness as they looked down at the headstone.

In loving memory of Nancy and Jack Lessing, married sixty two years. In death as in life ever together, love knows no bounds.



The Watcher at the Window



It was a sultry moonlit night in early July. There was a breeze blowing through the open window, bringing in the scent of night-blooming flowers along with the cool night air. I could hear the sounds of frogs and birds in the nearby trees. 

I was lying face-down on top of the crisp, sun-dried sheets. I was enjoying the feel of the breeze caressing my naked skin. I had a tall iced drink on the table beside me and a brand-new book I had been looking forward to reading all day. Everyone had recommended the story to me and I could hardly wait to begin it.

About five pages into the story, I began to see why the book was getting such high praises. The lovers in the story were doing things I had only fantasized about. The author made me feel like I was in the room with them and that the characters not only knew I was there, but they were enjoying my presence, too. It was hot! Steamy, in fact! I found myself getting turned on by the words on the page and the scenes that were playing in my head. I could almost feel someone watching me, too. I could feel the juices collecting on my sleek folds being cooled by the gentle breeze wafting over them. My legs spread wide and my ass rose a bit so I could enjoy the sensation . 

I reached over for my drink. As I tipped it to reach for the straw, a drop of the condensation from the chilled glass fell onto the tip of my breast. Immediately the nipples tightened into hard pink buds. My body almost quivered with anticipation. I took a long drink. I was amazed at how excited I was feeling and I hadn't even touched myself. I set the glass back on the table and began the next chapter.

I could feel my heart beat in time to the action of the sensuous words I was reading. I could almost hear it in the air. No, wait. I could hear something, a faint banging coming from outside the window. It was probably just the neighbor's cat, but I decided to get up and check on it. I walked across the floor, very conscious of how my pussy was throbbing with each step I took. I looked out the window and didn't see anything that could have made the noise. It was probably nothing.

As I went back to the bed, I glanced at the mirror on the dresser. It reflected the side of the house that I couldn't see by simply looking out the window. There was something, or rather, someone, out there! I could make out a shadow or silhouette leaning against the wall looking into my bedroom. It was too dark to make out his face or features, but I could see one thing. He had his cock in his hand and was pumping it up and down. That was the banging I had heard.

I thought about what to do about the man and then realized that the idea of being watched was really turning me on. I propped a pillow under my shoulders and began to read. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the silhouette outside my window. I picked up the drink and touched the cold bottom of the glass to my erect nipples. I gave a small gasp as the feelings shot straight to my pussy. As I continued to hold the book with one hand , I lightly stroked my breast with the other. My hips began to rock slightly. 

The watcher's movements seemed to be keeping time with the tempo of my caresses. I could see the motion of his hand and just make out the shape of his cock in the moonlight. His hips were thrusting and I tilted my hips in his rhythm. My knees bent and my legs fell apart. I could almost feel him looking at the moist pinkness at my center. Just the thought of masturbating while he was out there was thrilling. I began to perform for my "audience".

I took an ice cube from the glass and trailed it across my taut nipples. I twirled and tweaked them with the ice until it melted. The thumping increased outside and the pulsing between my out-stretched legs matched it. I took another cube and rubbed it around the lips of my pussy . I touched my swollen clit with the ice and shivered with the feelings. I brought the ice to my lips and tasted myself hot and fragrant on the cold ice. I could feel the eyes of the man locked on me.

The book fell out of my hand. It was a great story but I could finish it later. Right now I had more urgent things to do. I dipped a finger into the icy liquid and then fingered my throbbing clit. The sensation was so intense, my hips bucked. While the fingers of one hand continued to tease my diamond-hard nipples, the other hand caressed my wet cunt. I thrust my fingers into the slickness and then licked them clean. 

The noise outside stopped and I thought the watcher came without me. I looked in the mirror and watched him tug his shirt over his head and move closer to the window. His jeans were open and shoved below his hips. I still couldn't see his face, but now I could see most of his body. He was stroking his cock in time with my finger-fucking . His other hand alternated between rubbing his balls and pinching his own nipples. 

I put a pillow under my hips and let my legs fall open as far as they could. I gathered some of the liquid from my pussy and daubed my nipples. I cupped my breast and leaned my head down. I stuck out my tongue and touched the tip of it to my nipple. My swollen clit immediately started to tingle and throb. My watcher pinched the dark circles on his chest as I did this. I imagined them getting harder and harder as I played with myself. I switched to the other nipple and tongued my taste from my tit. Was I imagining the man's mouth on my breast? The man's pumping action showed he was fully involved in my actions. I don't think I have even been so aroused while touching myself.

I could smell the hot scent from my juices in the air. I pulled fingers out of my pussy glistening with silky dew. I caressed the tight rosebud of my ass. My fingers continued to stroke and rub and pet my throbbing center. The rhythm of my caresses was matched by my watcher. My clit was quivering with the need to come. I was so close to the edge, almost shaking with the sensation. 

I reached into the glass and got out another piece of ice. I pushed the cold chip into my asshole. I gasped and shook as the intensity of my orgasm washed over me. My eyes locked onto the man's cock as he also came. I could see the pearly liquid shoot out of his cock in the moonlight. He leaned back against the side of the building, his knees almost buckling. 

After a long time, he reached down and picked up his shirt and fastened his jeans. I moved the pillow back under my head and took one last look at my fantasy lover. I called out, "Goodnight," and turned out the lamp.