0 comments/ 48467 views/ 0 favorites Watering By: BrassMonkey Listening to the trickle of water from the watering can, Beth admired the view from her eighth floor condo by Lake Michigan and nourished her thirsty plants. From her small platform of nature in the urban jungle, she had seen numerous birds including seagulls, hawks and an eagle. Just last week she had spied the coyote roaming by Navy pier even before it was a big news item. That was the extent of the wild life she expected to see. It had been an extremely hot day, a high of 98 degrees and the heat still radiated from the concrete and brick environment of the city. Beth had her AC off to conserve both energy and money so she had the sliding door to her balcony open and the two other windows in the condo flung wide too. A light breeze from the lake was some relief to the sweltering heat of the day, but it was still oppressive. She had just turned off the 10 o'clock news and was wearing only her yellow smiley face t-shirt to keep cool. She walked inside and reached up to water her spider plant, the t-shirt riding up on her back and exposing her long legs and butt cheeks. She thought her boyfriend Dan would have enjoyed the view from the couch, if he were on the couch and not away on a business trip. When he was away, Beth liked to have the lights on in their condo because it seemed safer. She imagined the comment he would make as the ceiling light illuminated the pink flesh of her butt. About how her ass was missing the loving attention to which it was becoming accustom. The thought of attention after a week of drought started a minor flood of emotions and juices. In mid thought of Dan coming up behind her and pressing her against the wall, his weight pinning her as his hand explored her bare rump, all the lights went out. Beth stood there in total darkness with her hand holding the watering can and her mind the thoughts of Dan. Turning around she realized the only dim light was drifting in from the balcony. She carefully put done the watering can and walked back out onto the iron grid suspending her high above the street. The other buildings were dark too. The stars shown brightly, released from their cover by the black out. Across the darkness of the street hung one window lit by candle light. That condo was recently vacant and now occupied by a couple she had never met, they were just people across the street, but she was mentally calling Dave and Jean. At first Beth thought the room was empty, but a movement on the floor caught her eye. Transfixed by the scene that unfolded before her she stood, her arousal increasing. She could easily see Dave and Jean on the floor, their bodies were naked, their skin touching and they kissed each other deeply, longingly. Beth's hand started to travel up her smooth warm skin of her inner thigh, her stomach was tingling. She watched as Dave kissed Jean's ear and sucked on its lobe. She imagined the feeling of his lips on her ear and her pulse quickened. She could see Dave trace Jeans neck with his tongue, down the side of her neck and along her collar bone to that special sunken area right at the front. Beth licked her index finger of her free hand traced her neck mimicking the path she had just witnessed. Then she made little circles around her areola while Dave deeply massaged Jean's right breast, her nipple gripped between his fingers. She thought of Dan and his warm hands and their firm grip on her breast. Then Dave's mouth worked its way down to join his fingers in their mammary delight. Beth sighed at the sight, pinching her nipple. As Dave's other hand wondered south Beth saw Jean's hand move down between their bodies and imagined it squeeze his enlarged cock as it was pinned between his stomach and her thigh. She thought of gripping Dan's engorged cock, hefting its weight, feeling its firm shaft and teasing it's sensitive head with a finger tip. Dave's hand reached Jean's other thigh and gently parted it further, lightly brushing along its inside up to the knee. Now his tongue had worked its way south dutifully following his hand. Up her inner thigh then slowly, ever so slowly back to that hidden valley of pleasure. Beth's hand followed the same path picturing his tongue parting the tangle of dark hair and darting toward its goal. Her precious clitoris waited, begging for attention. Beth watched Dave bury his head between Jean's legs and imagined his tongue extended, with its tip I probed her lips and edge of her love canal while keeping her clit cupped in its base. Never relinquishing pressure. Beth's fingers followed her mind's eye and attended to her aching button. Her legs were feeling weak so she sat down on one of the chair, her fingers dancing between her legs again. Then she saw Dave cross his fingers and twisted them up under his chin and in between Jean's legs. She could see Jean's body twist and arch her back with pleasure, her mouth moving, repeating something over and over. The motions of Dave's head and arms escalated as did Beth's finger. Beth leaned back in her chair and propped her legs up on the iron railing. She watched the couple through her legs as her fingers pushed and teased her closer to the edge. Then Dave appeared to ease his contact with Jeans pussy and licked up the inner thigh of her leg. Feeling so near release it was with reluctance that Beth's fingers obediently followed Dave's lead tracing a path up her thigh, leaving a glistening trail of her juices mingled with her sweat. Back down down the thigh inched Dave's mouth and Beth's fingers slowly returning to the spot of ultimate pleasure. This pattern repeated itself over the next half hour. A crescendo of pleasure followed by a brief decrescendo. Beth watched and felt Jean's body being pressed to the edge and held back a dozen times, her mind was buzzing with delight and the promise of ecstasy. Her her heart was racing and the sweat in the heat of the night was trickling down her back. Finally Jean grabbed Dave's head and pulled him up as if he needed air. Guiding his lips, covered in her juices, to her lips, his tongue to her tongue, his cock to her cunt. In on smooth motion our mouths met and the length of my manhood slid home. Beth gasped at the sight of their union and plunged the fingers of her other hand deep into her self. They held each other tightly in that ancient lover's embrace. Deeply thrusting, their motions, their energies increased. Shuttering together as they released themselves to one another. Their life fluids mixing as their hot bodies folded together. The scene was so beautiful Beth could not pull her eyes away. Her pleasure was blended with their pleasure. They had peaked but she was still charging to the brink of the precipice. One of her hands glided up and down her slippery lips teasing her most sensitive area, while the other slid in and out of her making soft slurping noises. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She could feel the energy building in her loins and the warm puddle of pleasure spreading through her stomach and up her chest while descending down her legs to curl her toes. When it completely enveloped her body like a cocoon, a low moan escaped from her mouth and her fingers excitedly danced her into bliss, her body wracked with joy. Slowly her body relaxed and she opened her eyes to the lights of the city and Dave and Jean embracing each other and gazing across the gap to her. Watering Hole It all started innocently enough. I went to meet some friends at a bar. I am pretty fortunate, you see, about 90% of my co-workers are female. As you can probably guess, a lot aren't worth a second look, let alone a first. But there are always the select few. A few of the friends agreed to meet at a cozy, friendly little place in downtown. It offered the patron the chance to relax and enjoy themselves with a lot of distractions. Anyways, it was Friday night and the place was pretty crowded. I took my place at the short table and ordered my "Hefe" with no lemon. (No beer is worth drinking if you have to add to it!) The girls were basically on one side and I on the opposite. It turns out that four of my female co-workers were the only ones going to show. They're all great fun to work with and this evening should prove to be interesting. Being co-workers, our conversations start out about work. We're all bitching about something, but it relieves the stress. Soon our talk, being as 4 out of 5 are female, turned to sex. The girls wanted to know my preferences, opinions and general information. Do I like it on top or bottom? What do I call foreplay? Wildest places? Best experience? And so on. I tried to avoid some of these as one of the girls' husband is a good friend and didn't want to give up too much info. During one of the question, and I honestly can't remember what it was for obvious reason, I felt a foot slide into my lap. Since the girls were all pretty much opposite me, I had trouble knowing who it was. As I fumble through the question, I was looking at each of the girls to determine who it was. My only problem trying to figure out which one it is. How can I start to eliminate them one by one with out drawing attention to myself. While trying to figure this out the foot starts to caress me. Whoever it was had removed their shoe, but that didn’t help since I couldn’t just look under the table without being obvious. Just then, the foot retracted only to return except this time it went up the leg of the shorts I was wearing. Since I wear boxers, there was little stopping them. I searched their eyes . . . damn poker faces. It was hard, and was getting a difficult to cover my growing pleasure. She then pinched me with her toes. This sent a shock wave through my body when one of the girls asked if I was alright. She said I looked flushed, “maybe you should eat something to go with the beer”. I couldn’t agree more, but what I wanted wasn’t on the menu. I could feel myself reaching full potential and relished in the fact this was in public with these girls and I had no idea which one was doing it. I didn’t really care which one it was, just that they didn’t finish me off too soon. She must have read my mind, because she removed her foot just as one of them announced they had to visit the ladies room. The other three said they’d to go as well. I quipped “Got to hold each other’s hand?” They all look at me with a glare as the headed off. My mind was still reeling from what had been going on, when the waitress asked if we wanted another round. I ordered, but before she left, she asked “Hope you are enjoying yourself, because I like the show.” Oh my God. Not only is someone playing with me in public, but there’s a spectator. A few minutes later, the girls returned and they all burst into laughter as they approached the table looking at me. I ran my fingers through my hair acting as thou it was out of place and asked what was so funny. One of the girls said that I looked lonely, hoping some woman would sit by him and share a drink. With that, the four retook seats across from me again -- only in a different order. Good part was, now I might be able to figure out who it was that worked me up and nearly over the top. We continued our talks again quickly the foot - might be the same one – returned to the caressing motions. It started easy enough. Taking the toes and gently rubbing at the base in slow circles. It would then move a bit higher and continue the kneading. Every so often, a slight pinch would be inflicted. I figured one of two would happen soon 1) I am taken over the top, or 2) she gets a cramp in her foot. This goes on for 5-10 minutes (time has no meaning at this point) before she removes her foot. Thank God, she got a cramp! I can’t leave in these shorts with a big wet spot showing. As quickly as the foot is removed, another takes its place. I can tell it’s the other one because the big toe is one the other side. Because I’m about to loose control, I reach down and grab the foot, not wanting to end it, just prolong it. As I am grabbing the pleasure foot, the waitress reappears with a big knowing smile on her face asking if we are ready for another round. I notice she appears to be excited by the look of her body language in the T-shirt she’s wearing. One of the girls orders another round for us all, and another orders shots for everyone. A couple of us protest to no avail. The foot begins again as the waitress leaves to fill our order. I comment on her apparent excited state and the girls laugh. It’s at this point I notice points on all the girls. Are they in this together? Do they know what’s going on? I don’t know the answer. The waitress comes back with our drinks and one of us pays and leaves a tip. The waitress returns the tip to the table and says she has received more than she should from this table. The girls look at each other, then at me. They ask “Is there something we should know about?” I made up a story about my servicing her while they were in the restroom. They wanted all the details. I told them I didn’t kiss and tell. This went over like a lead balloon and so I decided to make up a story of getting her off while standing at the table. Since she was wearing a short skirt (great for tips) and a g-string, it wasn’t difficult to slide my hand up the back and slip a couple of fingers in. The girls cried bull and I asked if they wanted to smell my fingers. At that point I reached my hand over and offered it to them. They leaned over to my hand and smelled it. They still said bull. I said “taste it then”. The totally shocked me by each taking my hand, one at a time and sucked on a finger. Each girl commented on the taste. As they finished their finger licking, the waitress returned to pick up the shot glasses. She asked what was so special about my fingers. The girls told her how good the shot was off my finger and offered her to taste. She leaned over to lick my finger, putting her hand in my lap, and moaned with enjoyment. The girls sat there with their jaws in their laps. They thought there was something there, but it was all made up. My jaw was just as dislocated. After all, I had the waitress’ hand now in my crotch and the all five girls just sucked on my finger. Was I in heaven or what! The waitress gave me a nice squeeze, thanked me for the treat and collected our empty glasses. The girls recovered from their shock and announced another trip to the ladies room. Just after their departure, the waitress stopped by to check on things. She sat down next to me and slid her hand up the pant leg of my shorts. As she was playing with the sack, she asked routine questions about the group I was with and worked her way up my ridged member. I began to explain the girls would be back soon, but she said not to worry. One of the stalls was backed up and that left one for the four of them. I asked her who it was that was playing with me. She said that she would let me know by “accident”. I decided to take things into my own hand and slipped my hand up her shirt to fulfill my previous story. She allowed access and I found she didn’t have a g-string on. In fact, she had nothing on underneath. My finger slipped in easily and in a matter of moments, she shuttered. She managed to regain her composure just as the girls returned. This time, I sat there licking my own fingers to the utter delight of the girls. This time, when the foot returned, it was joined by a second one. From the angle, size and toes, I had a good idea they were from the same person. The feet took on a renewed vigor sliding up and down on either side of me. From the intensity and skillfulness, they wanted to make a statement -- and a big one it would be. She removed her feet again as the waitress returned and asked if everything was alright. (Dumb question, everything was perfect.) The waitress had brought five glasses of water to lighten the alcohol in our systems. We thanked her. As she turned to leave, she bumped the table spilling two of the glasses on three of the girls. She apologized emphatically and offered to get some towels. She also mentioned the Air Hand Dryer in the ladies room to help dry the clothing. The three girls headed off after the waitress got the towels. The waitress place a new and much larger table cloth on the table, then leaned over to the one remaining girl and said “Finish him or I will.” She retorted “Excuse me?” and the waitress explained that she had seen everything and if “she better get under that table and finish him properly like he deserves, then she would take matters into her own mouth!” The waitress also explained that the new table cloth would offer some privacy. My brain went into sensory overload as I watched her slide under the table, and began to unzip my shorts. I looked into the waitresses eyes and gave her the biggest silent thank you I could. She removed me from my confines and swallowed me whole. I lasted about five seconds before the flood gates opened. It was the most intense experience of my life. When I collapsed, she cleaned me thoroughly, replaced me back where I belonged and returned to her seat. She looked at the waitress and they exchanged a passionate kiss sharing the captured juice. They straightened up and saw the three girls returning.