18 comments/ 73943 views/ 38 favorites Curtain Twitcher By: sauceofallevil The weird thing was I'd never taken the slightest bit of notice of my neighbours. For one thing, it was a shared house so there were probably people coming and going all the time. And for another thing, I didn't have time. Working all day, coming home knackered -- I wasn't about to pop round with homemade jam and try to make friends. It was only when I was at home with my baby, my beautiful son Connor, that I actually had time to look out of the window and see what the neighbours were up to. Even then, I probably wouldn't have paid the slightest bit of attention had it not been for a particularly difficult morning. I'd argued with James just before he'd left for work and then Connor had been a nightmare to settle. I'd finally managed it and had sneaked next door into our own bedroom, intending to grab some washing to put into the machine. I walked idly over to the window and leaned my head against the frame, closing my eyes for a moment. This stay-at-home mum business was bloody hard work. I actually wished I could be back at work, with an ordered to do list and people to delegate to. I felt tears prick at my eyeballs and then immediately became angry at myself. It was just looking after a baby for God's sake, I told myself furiously. Women had done it for centuries -- my own mother had stayed at home with three kids. I opened my eyes and looked blankly at the view, my thoughts still churning. The bedroom overlooked the back of our Victorian terraced house. I could see the side passage running alongside the fence that separated our garden from the neighbours'. On their side, I could see their matching side passage and the window to what was probably their kitchen. I looked at the mass of broken plastic chairs in their garden, different from our own al fresco dining table and realised I'd never really looked out of the bedroom window before. There had never been any time. The only time I was in this room I was either rushing to leave it in the morning or collapsing into the bed late at night. As I looked out of the window, I saw a movement in the kitchen. From my vantage point, I could see about half of a kitchen table and the work surface running underneath the window. There was a dark-haired girl in the kitchen, sitting at the table eating toast. It was half eleven in the morning and I wondered whether she had a job that meant working odd hours. She was dressed very glamorously for eating toast. She was wearing a well-fitting, 1950s-style tea dress that was red with a white polka dot pattern and bright red lipstick. I instinctively glanced down at my own clothes -- faded, baggy jeans and a woolly jumper with holes at the elbows. She must have time on her hands, I thought enviously. She seemed to be enjoying her toast as well. She was taking large bites into the bread and licking the butter from her red lips with obvious relish. I suddenly realised that if she looked up, she would be able to see me. I stood back from the window and was brought back to the reality of my own life. I didn't have time to spy on the neighbours -- there was washing to do. I spent my afternoon doing household chores and then took Connor to the swings. I put him down for a nap when I got back and then contemplated the stack of unopened post that I had to deal with. I grabbed the pile and took it upstairs with me. I might as well lie comfortably on the bed whilst reading the bills, I thought. And I would be close by to Connor if he woke. I settled myself on the bed and worked through the mortgage statements and credit card bills. My attention began to wonder and I sat up and pulled back the net curtain to look out of the window. I don't know if I was even thinking about the girl in the polka dot dress or not. I just wanted to break to monotony of the day. I was completely unprepared for the sight before me. The girl was bent over the kitchen table, her red polka dot dress bunched up around her waist, exposing her white bottom. There was a man fucking her from behind. I couldn't see anything of him except his hips and arse, moving rhythmically back and forth as he gripped her hips. I gaped in amazement, the stack of bills completely forgotten. My first thought was 'but it's the middle of the afternoon!' as if it was absurd that anyone could possibly be having sex at such a time. I was about to draw back from the window when the girl raised her head from the table. She looked back over her shoulder at her partner, her dark hair slightly tousled but her bright red lipstick still perfectly in place. She didn't look as if she was enjoying the sex -- in fact she looked positively pissed off. She began saying something to the man, her thin brows drawn together in a frown. The man stopped his thrusting. She was actually having a go at him, right in the middle of it all! I watched her face spit out angry words to the man and I felt a distinct twinge in my loins. She turned her face back to the table and the bloke resumed his thrusting, but at a slower and more measured pace. I dropped the curtain and sat back against the pillows, completely flabbergasted. I couldn't take it in -- it all seemed so incongruous in our quiet, middle class street, in the middle of a sleepy weekday afternoon. I could feel the wetness in my knickers and thought about how long it had been since I had last felt aroused. Me and James still did it occasionally but it was mainly for his benefit -- to give him a quick release when he had a hard on. We hadn't properly had sex for almost eight months now. And we had certainly never done it like that on the kitchen table. But it wasn't the kitchen table that had turned me on. It was the way the girl had ordered her lover about. I smiled to myself, pleased to have something else to think about that wasn't housework or Connor-related. As if on cue, Connor woke up and began to cry. For the next few days, I was kept busy with play dates and the never ending washing, ironing and cooking that had to be done. But I kept returning to the image in my mind -- the girl with a cock inside her, imperiously commanding her lover with a raised eyebrow. Summoning that image into my mind made me instantly wet. I peeped out of the window at least twenty times a day but didn't see anything. In the mornings I would glimpse the other housemates in the kitchen, making tea, eating breakfast but I didn't spot polka dot dress girl. I didn't dare look in the evenings for fear that James would catch me at it and accuse me of being a voyeur. Though if had been him who'd seen the girl on the kitchen table he would have been at the window with a pair of binoculars day and night. It was another quiet weekday afternoon. I had put Connor down for his usual nap and felt a strange sense of déjà vu as I walked into our bedroom. I told myself I was going to do some dusting, despite having never dusted anything in my life. It just a one off, I told myself, as my hand reached to twitch back the curtain. It's not as if she only ever has sex on the kitchen table. I looked down. She had a different dress on. This one was dark green and contrasted pleasingly with her dark hair and pale skin. The red lipstick was still in place. She was on the kitchen table again, but sitting on it this time with her legs open. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back, her mouth open. My eyes moved down and I saw a head bobbing between her legs. The long blonde hair and slender shoulders told me it was definitely a female head. My mouth dropped open. She clearly swung both ways, though she looked like she was enjoying this more than last week's rogering. Her hand moved to the other woman's head and she tangled her fingers in the woman's hair. Her nails were painted the same shade of bright red as her lips and there was something about the sight of those red nails in that blonde hair that sent shivers of pleasure through me. My neighbour pushed the blonde's head further into her crotch and the girl reached her arms up to clasp my neighbour's exposed, white thighs. My neighbour was close to coming. I could see from the way her mouth was moving that she must be crying out and her hips started to buck, pushing her crotch roughly against the other woman's face. My pants were soaked through and I reached down and pressed the palm of my hand against the crotch of my jeans. I closed my eyes for a moment as a wave of anguished pleasure flowed through me. I opened my eyes and met the gaze of my neighbour. She was mid-orgasm, the muscles of her throat tensing as she screamed, her face flushed and her hand pushing the blonde head against her cunt as she shuddered and bucked. But her eyes were open and fixed squarely on me. I yelped and jumped back from the window, falling backwards onto the bed. My heart was pounding and I felt my face burn with shame. She had seen me watching her. My neighbour had seen me spying on her having sex. There was no way I could pretend that I'd accidentally caught a glimpse. She would've seen me standing there with my eyes closed for God's sake! I sat up on the bed and put my head in my hands. God, what an idiot! She was probably calling the police right now, to report the peeping Tom next door. Ridiculously, I started going through my defence in my head. Well, she was doing it on the kitchen table officer, in full view of my bedroom window. I wasn't perving officer, two women doing it certainly doesn't turn me on -- My thoughts ground to a halt. Two women doing it had never turned me on before. I had tried watching lesbian porn with James once, on a kinky night in, but it had done nothing for me. In fact the sight of two bleached blonde girls with fake boobs fingering each other had me feel slightly nauseous. So why had the sight of my neighbour being eaten out by another woman made me so wet? It was something to do with her -- the way she was so totally in control and commanding. She could have any man or woman she wanted and they would do exactly what she said, becoming mere tools for her pleasure. My pussy stirred at the thought. My mobile rang suddenly, making me jump. It was James, asking if I could meet him from work with Connor so we could go to the park together. I made the arrangements with him mechanically and threw a guilty glance at the window. I spent the next few days on tenterhooks. Every time the doorbell rang I jumped out of my skin, expecting either the police or my neighbour herself. But then imagining her standing on the doorstep, hands on hips, glaring at me made my nipples tingle with desire and so I see-sawed between dread and arousal. I began to pay more attention to comings and goings next door. They were all unremarkable. The same girl left for work at the same time each day and there was a young man who left soon after her. The girl wasn't blonde and the boy looked too skinny to have been the owner of the kitchen table cock. I saw the boy put the bins out on bin day. I caught a glimpse of the girl in the garden, making a half-hearted effort to sweep up leaves. I never saw the polka dot dress girl. When a week passed without either my neighbour or the police showing up on the doorstep and I began to relax. Maybe she was as embarrassed as I was, I thought. But I didn't really believe that -- after all, she hadn't jumped off the kitchen table when she realised someone was watching her. It didn't take long before I was back to checking the window again. It was almost a routine -- put Connor down for his afternoon nap, check window for signs of sexual activity. A week passed and nothing happened. Perhaps she'd moved her sexual antics to somewhere private. I felt a twinge of disappointment but then immediately denied it. I told myself I should stop checking. It was starting to obsess my thoughts to an unhealthy degree so I forced myself to take Connor out more often, going to cafés and even walking round a museum with him asleep in the pram. I came back from one of the trips to the café at about four o'clock one Wednesday afternoon. Connor was fast asleep in his pram and I carried him gently up the stairs and laid him in his cot. It had been almost three days since I had last checked the window. I stood on the threshold of the bedroom, telling myself I was being both ridiculous and pervy. But then I thought of her face, flushed and taut as she came with her eyes fixed steadily on mine. I crossed to the window and moved the curtain. She was not having any form of sex on the table. She was instead sitting at it with a cup of tea, reading a book. I was taken aback, as if I'd almost forgotten what kitchen tables were for. She was wearing the red polka dot dress again and I smiled. As if she could sense it, she raised her head from her book and looked at me. I felt a jolt pass through me and would've jumped back from the window immediately if she hadn't smiled back at me. It was a knowing, amused smile. She closed her book and laid it flat. Then she stood up and seated herself elegantly on the edge of the table, directly facing where I stood. I held my breath. What was she doing? Was she about to stick two fingers up at me? Very slowly, she raised her skirt up her legs, revealing the creamy white flesh of her thighs. She lifted her skirt all the way up, revealing that she wasn't wearing any knickers. I gasped at the sight of her pussy, neatly trimmed into a curly black triangle. With her eyes still on me, she opened her legs, revealing pink, moist lips that made me think of a tulip. My mouth dropped open. She smiled again, her red lips parting slightly. She reached up behind her back and unzipped her dress. The straps fell off her shoulders and her breasts tumbled free. She wasn't wearing a bra, which must have been deliberate because her breasts were large. She took one of them in her hands, rubbing the white, firm mound and twisting the small red nipple between her fingers. Her red nails were vivid against the white breast and I instantly became wet. She slowly reached her other hand between her legs and delicately parted her lips, revealing a further cave of glistening pink. I heard myself groan then and I put my hand inside my own pants, pressing my palm against my clit. My neighbour tweaked her nipple fiercely as she slowly inserted her red nailed index finger inside herself. She lifted her hips slightly to accommodate it and then gently pushed her middle finger in alongside it. Her mouth was open and I could almost hear her gasp at the fullness. My own nipples were aching and I moved my other hand to grab at my own breast through my shirt. She began to move her fingers in and out of herself and I could see her slickness coating them as they drew back and pushed forward. She was rolling her nipple with her other hand and her head was tipped back, her mouth open in a perfect 'O' and her eyes still locked on mine. I looked back at her as my own hand rubbed furiously at my clit whilst the other squeezed my breast. She leaned back, taking her hand from her breast to brace herself, and raised her hips off the table. She pumped her fingers wildly in and out of her dripping cunt. I tore my eyes back to her flushed face and saw her eyebrows arch upwards as she neared orgasm. Her hips bucked sharply and her teeth gritted as she came, her whole body shuddering, her breasts trembling but her eyes never leaving my face. "Fuck!" I gripped the curtain in my fist as my cunt exploded into white fire, searing up my entire body. My eyes closed as my knees buckled and my hips bucked against the window sill. I let out a scream between gritted teeth as the orgasm rode over me, again and again. I virtually collapsed against the window, holding on to the frame for support. I raised my eyes slowly. My neighbour hadn't moved from her position, her legs still splayed wide open. She smiled again as she met my eyes, a slow, languid smile with more than a hint of triumph in it. I was breathing hard, blood pounding in my ears as the last throbs of orgasm passed through me. She slowly moved her hand back between her legs and dipped her index finger into her wet vagina. Then she brought the finger to her lips and sucked it like a lollipop. I moaned aloud and felt a new wave of moisture rush into my already sopping pants. She removed her finger from her mouth and wagged it at me, as if telling off a naughty child. Then she jumped nimbly down from the table and moved to the window, giving me an even better view of her breasts with their still erect nipples. She looked at me for a moment, long enough for me to finally register that her eyes were green. Then she flashed me a mischievous grin and moved her hand on something next to the window. A blind dropped down immediately, obscuring her from my view and leaving me standing by my own window, with my hand still in my pants, gaping in disbelief and admiration. Curtain Twitcher Ch. 02 I thought about it constantly. Even as the weeks passed by and the blind at the window stayed drawn, my mind strayed back to it over and over again. Me watching her whilst she watched me. I replayed it constantly, a throb of desire beating away at me. But life carried on. Spring moved into summer and Connor grew older and started going to nursery for a few mornings each week. So now I had whole mornings where I had to try not to think about the girl next door and how she'd looked as she fucked herself whilst watching me do the same. But nothing happened. The blind at next door's kitchen was always closed now and so after a while, I stopped checking. That was that. We'd a moment and now it was over. I would just have to get back to normal. But how could I be normal when every time I thought of it, I burned with wanting and frustration? James commented that I should go back to work soon, as staying at home clearly didn't suit me. After a few months had gone by, I thought I was finally getting there. I'd stopped checking up on next doors' movements and had flung myself into play dates and meetings with other mums. It might have been okay, if James hadn't come in one evening and shouted up the stairs, "We just got invited to a barbecue next door!" I almost fell down the stairs. "What?" "Yeah, that boy we see sometimes putting the bins out. He said they're having a barbie on Saturday and invited us round." James pulled off his shoes. "Are...are all of them going to be there?" I asked, casually. "I dunno. D'you want to go?" He wasn't looking at me, he was already checking his phone and starting to wander off to the kitchen. "Sure. Why not?" I said. "It would be good to get to know the neighbours." James nodded absently and left me standing on the stairs with a knot of fear and excitement in my stomach. It took me ages to get ready. I stood in front of the mirror in an agony of indecision, trying to decide if the dress was too over the top for a barbecue. I pulled at it disconsolately until James appeared in the doorway with Connor in his arms. "Fuck's sake, it's only a barbecue! You look fine. Let's go, before all the sausages get eaten." I trailed after him out of the house and up the path to next door. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel my entire body vibrate with its force. The front door opened and bins boy welcomed us and led us down a hallway strewn with shoes. We passed through the kitchen quickly, barely giving me time to register the sturdy kitchen table before he led us out into the back garden. It was a blisteringly hot day and the sun was almost blinding. I shaded my eyes and squinted. Bins boy was introducing us to people. I smiled and mumbled my name as my eyes darted around the garden, searching. Bins boy called out to a group standing near by. "Lara!" She detached herself from the group and walked towards us, the sun infusing her pale skin with a honeyed glow. She was wearing the red polka dot dress. It fitted her perfectly, hugging her narrow waist and then flaring out over her hips. My eyes travelled up as she approached, noticing the way her breasts pushed at the fabric of the dress. Her eyes were hidden behind sixties' style sunglasses. "This is Lara," said bins boy. James shifted Connor in his arms and held out a hand to her. "Hi, I'm James," he said. "Hi James," she said, taking his hand. She turned her head towards me. "Kirsty," I mumbled, flicking my eyes up briefly to her face. "Kirsty," she repeated and held her hand out. "Yes, I think I've seen you around." I felt my face flame and I took her hand. It was cool and smooth and my own felt hot and sweaty. I dropped her hand and looked down at my feet, studying the grass that was growing between the slabs of their patio. "And what do you do Lara?" asked James, smiling his most charming smile. I sensed her head move from me to him. "I'm a writer." "Oh really?" I could hear the scepticism in James' voice. "What do you write?" "Oh you know. Articles, blog posts and the like. That pays the rent whilst I work on my novel." "Oh you're writing a novel? What's it about?" Bins boy looked bored and wandered off, mumbling something about buns for burgers. Lara tipped on her head on one side, as if she was evaluating James before answering his question. "Well...it's about control." "Oh right. The next Fifty Shades eh?" And he winked. God he could be a patronising twat sometimes. Lara laughed. She had a surprisingly high pitched laugh, almost a giggle. "Not quite. I would hope it takes a more...nuanced approach." "Sounds interesting." "Yes. It is." I risked a glance up and saw that she was smiling, her teeth showing white against her red lipstick. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or James. I muttered something about needing a drink and ducked back into the kitchen. The cool darkness inside was a relief after the bright heat. There was a bowl of punch on the side and I ladled myself some into a plastic cup. I sipped it and looked at the kitchen table. A shiver of pleasure passed through me as I remembered everything that had happened there. Lara appeared suddenly in the doorway. I looked up from the table and a knowing smile passed across her face. She took off her sunglasses and her green eyes met mine. "I was...getting some punch," I said, pointlessly. She came over and stood beside the punch bowl with me. "Good idea," she said. She was standing so close to me that I could smell her --perfume mixed with the smell of outdoors and sunshine. She stirred the punch with the ladle and, despite my best efforts, my eyes were drawn to the dark line between her breasts. My mouth went dry. "Kirsty," she said. I lifted my gaze from her breasts and blushed. Why was she forever catching me out? "Are you all right?" "Yes, fine. I'm totally...totally fine." "You're not embarrassed I hope?" "No! God no, I mean why...why would I -- no, no not at all." I gulped down a large mouthful of punch. "Good." With her index finger, Lara very gently traced a circle around my nipple, her nail catching slightly on the fabric of my top. She leaned in towards me as she did so, her breath warm against my face. Both my nipples hardened instantly and I almost crushed my plastic punch cup. "Good. Cos you should come for tea sometime." She smiled and tripped back out into the garden. I stood by the punch bowl and closed my eyes, trying to fight down the aching that was spreading all over my body. I didn't speak to Lara again that afternoon. We passed the time making awkward small talk with people ten years younger than us and then made our excuses. I felt relieved to be back in the safety of our own house. I pulled off my shoes whilst James rocked Connor, who was too hot and getting grumpy. "Oh I gave that girl your number by the way," he said, pulling faces at Connor. My head snapped up. "What?" "That Lara girl. The ones who's writing a sex book." "She didn't say it was a sex book! And why the hell did you give her my number?" "Because she asked for it! She said she was at home all day and so were you so it might be nice to have tea some time." Connor's griping was turning into wailing so James carried him upstairs. "I thought you'd be pleased," he said over his shoulder. "It'll give you something to do won't it?" I dug my fingernails into my palms, to stop myself yelling after him and starting the same argument about how looking after our son gave me plenty to do. It got hotter over the next few days. Connor wasn't the only one who was grumpy -- James and I had been bickering so much that I almost forgot about Lara having my number. It wasn't until I was got back from dropping Connor at nursery and looked at my phone that I saw a text from Lara: "Come round for tea today. 2pm. Key's under the window box. L x" I stood in the hallway and looked at it for a long time. I was taken back to being a teenager again, getting notes in class from boys. My stomach had never flipped this way over something from a girl. I looked at my watch. It was 1pm. Connor would be in nursery until 3.00pm. I could go. But wait a minute. Should I go? She couldn't actually mean tea could she? Not after...everything that had happened. My mind wandered back over everything that had happened and I felt the familiar ache. It would be cheating on James wouldn't it? But he gave me her number -- he wanted me to go round there, to see her. He already knew about it. And what we'd done...that wasn't really cheating. It wasn't like we'd had sex. And it least it wasn't with a man, that would be worse. And nothing was going to happen anyway. Just tea. The thoughts churned in my head as I half heartedly attempted to clean up in the kitchen. The hands of the clock moved inexorably towards 2 o'clock and at five to I found myself standing by the front door, in an agony of indecision. It was just tea. But it couldn't just be tea. It was cheating. It wasn't cheating. At two o'clock precisely I wrenched open the front door and almost flung myself out. I would do it. It was just tea and it wasn't cheating. It was only when I was about to ring the doorbell that I remembered Lara's instructions about the key. I lifted up the pot of geraniums on the window sill and found the key. Not exactly secure, I thought as I put the key in the door and let myself in. The hallway was empty aside from a pile of shoes. I suddenly felt awkward -- what was I meant to do now? I could hear the sound of the shower drifting down the stairs in front of me. "Um...hello?" I called. "Kirsty?" A voice from upstairs. "Yes!" I called back. "For tea," I added, to avoid any confusion. "Come on up!" called the voice. I walked up the creaking stairs. The shower noises were coming from the door directly ahead of me. But she couldn't be in the shower, surely? "Lara?" I said. "In here!" She was in the shower. I hovered by the door, my palms starting to go sweaty. I put my mouth close to the door. "Er...shall I wait for you downstairs?" "No the door's open. Come on in." My chest tightened. "But are you...I mean...are you decent?" Lara's tinkling laugh sounded clearly through the door. "No of course not! And that's why you should come in." I stood for a moment, feeling my heart pounding painfully against my chest. This was ridiculous, I thought. I'd never seen my best friend in the shower let alone a woman I barely knew. But then, I'd never wanted to see my best mate in the shower. And I wanted to see Lara. The ever present ache of desire flared sharply and I pushed the door open, harder than I'd intended. She had her back to me, her head tilted up towards the shower head and the water running in rivulets down through her dark hair. I watched it run down into the small of her back, into the narrow pinch of her waste and then across the delicious flare of her buttocks. She turned around. I didn't even look her in the eye at first because I was too busy taking in the rest of her body. I'd seen her breasts before but only from a distance. Close up I could see more clearly their beautiful curve and the slight puckering of skin around her red nipples. My eyes went down over the slight curve of her belly to the neat triangle of hair between her pale, plump thighs. I brought my eyes back to her face. It was the first time I had seen her without make-up, without the bright red lipstick. She looked softer, slightly sweeter somehow. "Kirsty," she said. "I'm glad you came." It took me a while to find the ability to speak. "Um...yeah," I said, unable to prevent my eyes from wandering all over her body. "Me too." "Could you be a love and put the kettle on? I'll be down in a minute." She reached for the shower gel and I knew that if she started soaping herself in front of me I would completely lose it. I turned and went back down the stairs. I walked mechanically to the kitchen, which was starting to feel as familiar as my own, and put the kettle on. Then I sat at the table. I ran my hands over the varnished surface and thought of Lara's naked bottom resting on it. The kettle had just clicked when she came in, wrapped in a blue towelling dressing gown. Her hair was wet and dishevelled, as if she'd just rubbed it quickly with a towel. She smiled at me and opened a cupboard. I watched the dressing gown move up her legs as she stretched up to reach the tea bags. She talked to me as she made the tea. Or rather talked at me because my head was still full of images of the water running off her naked body and every time she passed by me, her freshly washed scent filled my nostrils. She finally placed a mug in front of me and sat on the other side of the table. She sipped her tea and watched me over the rim of her mug. I looked down at my mug, like I couldn't take it in. I'd seen Lara having sex on this table, I'd seen her touch herself and here we were, actually having tea. "Is something wrong?" I looked up and met Lara's eyes. "Did I put too much milk in?" she asked, nodding at my mug. "No, no it's fine. I just...I just can't believe we're...having tea." "Did you think we'd be having something else?" Her eyes watched me steadily. "No! No, I mean...no. I just - " "Coffee perhaps?" Her lips twitched. She was laughing at me, enjoying watching me squirm. I felt my face go red and I sipped my wretched tea to give me something to do. I must look ridiculous to her, I thought. A frustrated house wife -- what a fucking cliché. "I'm joking - we can do whatever you want." I looked up. "What do you mean?" Lara took another sip of her tea, her lips pursing. "We can do whatever you want," she repeated. I watched her and took in all the details of her face. Her startling green eyes, the angular planes of her face and the lips that even without lipstick were full and red. My body knew exactly what it wanted. I could feel it in the tension that was thrumming through me. She tilted her head on one side slightly. "What do you want?" she asked. My mouth went dry. "I...I don't know," I mumbled. "Yes you do. Just say it." "I - " I looked at her pleadingly. "I want...I mean I don't...I don't do this." "Do what?" "I'm...I'm not gay - " Lara rolled her eyes. "Please! We're not in some angsty teen drama here." I tried another line. "I'm not the kind of person who cheats - " "Kirsty." She leaned forward and placed her hand on my forearm. I looked down at her fingers, long and slender against the fine hairs of my arm. "This is all irrelevant. Answer the question." Her eyes were bright and insistent. "What do you want?" I swallowed. "I want...I want...you..." I tailed off. She nodded encouragingly. "And what do you want to do?" "I want...to...to touch you." I felt hot all over and my hands were shaking. She nodded again. "Good. Where do you want to touch me?" "Your lips. Your breasts. Your thighs. Your hair. Your...your..." I struggled for the word, trying to find one that would fit. She grabbed my wrist and swung it sideways under the table, half pulling me with it. I stumbled heavily against the table as she pulled my hand under her robe and between her legs. My fingers touched warm, silky wetness and her pubic hairs tickled the back of my hand. My breath caught in my throat and then rushed out in a gasp. Her face was close to mine. "There?" she asked, raising her eyebrows with the question. I nodded, unable to speak. She held my hand against her and my face was so close to hers that I could feel her warm breath against my cheek. Then she released my hand and moved it away. She pushed her chair back and stood up. "Good," she said briskly. "Til next time then." "What?" "I'll text you." She put the mugs into the sink, tipping out the tea I hadn't drunk. "You're not serious?" "Don't you have to go and pick up Connor?" I looked and my watch and swore under my breath. Lara was already walking out of the kitchen and down the hall. "You can just put the key back under the pot," she called over her shoulder. I watched her climb the stairs, her white legs disappearing beyond the banisters. I laid my hands flat on the table again and took some deep breaths before I was able to get up and rush back to the nursery. The next few days were fever. It took all my powers of concentration just to get through the daily routine with Connor. I was relieved that James still wasn't talking to me because it spared me the effort of having to appear normal. I was aroused constantly. I was in the supermarket, buying nappies when I suddenly remembered the feel of Lara's warm, wet cunt against my hand and I shook with desire. I thought about her soft pale flesh as I brought myself to orgasm several times a day. The relief it provided was short-lived. All my self-deceit had been stripped away. I wanted her and I stopped trying to deny it. I stopped worrying about being gay, about cheating, about all of it. I felt like I had leaped off a cliff and the ground was rushing towards me with such dizzying speed that the ending was inevitable. My phone beeped one Thursday morning and I knew it would be her: '2pm today.' A kind of calm settled on me. I dropped Connor at nursery and told the staff I might be a little late picking him up. I came home and had a shower. I even drank a cup of tea, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down into her kitchen. The blind was drawn. I was outside next door at 2pm sharp. The weather had turned colder recently and there was a slight chill in the air. She hadn't told me to use the key and so I just rang the doorbell. Lara opened the door. She was wearing the red polka dot dress and her red lipstick. I glanced down and noticed her feet were bare, the toe nails painted red to match her nails. She stood back from the door and jerked her head, motioning me inside. I walked into the narrow hallway and she closed the door behind me. We stood facing each other, less than a metre between us. Her breast were rising and falling and her lips were slightly parted. All the desire and longing rose up and crashed into me like a wave flinging itself against an unyielding cliff. I stepped forward and pressed my lips against hers clumsily, falling against her and making her stumble back against the hall wall. Her mouth opened against mine and our tongues lapped against each other. My breasts were pressed deliciously against hers and a wave of fire passed down to my already wet cunt. I reached my hands up to touch the sides of her face and then moved them down her throat and her waist, marvelling at the softness. My hands moved up again towards her breasts but she caught my wrists and pulled her head back from the kiss. "Wait." She pushed me gently away. I almost howled with frustration. "What?" I said, breathing hard. "Don't be in such a hurry," she said. She reached up under her arm and pulled the zip of her dress down. She then eased her arms out of the straps and pushed them from her shoulders. Her bra was a black silky looking thing with lace edging and even in the midst of my fever I paused to admire it. Her breasts nestled perfectly within in it. "You can touch them now," she said. I returned to her and took them in my hands. "Gently," Lara murmured in my ear. I took each breast in my hands and felt its weight. Then I ran my thumb over the silky material, feeling the nipples through the bra. Lara made a satisfied noise. I ran a finger delicately along the edge of the cup, the soft flesh of her breast making way for me. "Take it off," she whispered. I reached both my arms behind her back, my face resting against the dark line of her cleavage. As I fiddled with the clasp, I breathed in the scent her skin. Curtain Twitcher Ch. 02 The clasp opened and I pulled the bra away. Her breasts tumbled free and I felt a wave of moisture flood my pants. My hands were back on them immediately, firmer this time as I kneaded them and ran my palms over her taut nipples. "Mmmm." Lara leaned her head back against the wall and smiled like a cat. "Kiss them." I lowered my head and obeyed, trailing kisses across one breast, into the valley between them and then up to the other one. I kissed around the nipple but didn't touch it directly. "Lick them," she said. I replaced my kisses with my tongue, trailing the tip of it across the soft smoothness of her breasts and circling her nipple with it, over and over again until I felt her start to squirm beneath me. I flipped my tongue over her nipple and she gasped. "Yes! Keep doing that." I obeyed and flipped the nipple again gently and then harder and faster until my tongue was moving furiously back and forth over it. Lara moaned and arched her back up, pushing her breast towards me. I closed my lips around her nipple and started to suck. She drew in her breath sharply and her hands twisted themselves in my hair. I sucked harder, pulling the nipple up into my mouth as far as it would go. My hands ranged across the smoothness of her belly as I sucked her nipple and cupped her other breast. Lara's moans grew louder until she used the hand in my hair to jerk my head back. I looked up at her. Her face was flushed but she still looked calm, in control. "That's enough," she said. For one horrible moment, I thought she was going to tell me to leave but then she reached down and slowly pulled her dress down over her legs, revealing her white thighs and a pair of knickers to match the bra. I almost moaned myself when I saw the dark wetness on the crotch. "Kneel down." I obeyed, my knees protesting at the hardness of the laminate floor. My face was level with her crotch as she bent down and eased the knickers down. Her scent flooded my nostrils, making me think of the way the earth in the garden smelt after it had rained. I reached up and pulled the pants the rest of the way down for her, stroking her delicate feet as she stepped out of them. She was now completely naked and I was face to face with her pussy. "Kiss it." I looked up at her, her face looking down at me between her breasts. "I've -- I've never - " I stammered. She made an impatient noise, grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her crotch. I instinctively closed my eyes as my mouth made contact with her soft yet hard flesh, her pubic hair tickling my face. "Kiss it!" she growled. I pursed my lips and kissed at the mound of flesh. Lara at once made a pleased noise and pushed her hips out towards me. I carried on as best as I could, feeling the pressure on the back of my head easing as Lara relaxed. I poked my tongue out and licked at her. She moaned and so I carried on, swirling my tongue inside the hair and finding a small, hard nub. I licked at it and Lara's hips bucked against my face. "Easy," she hissed. "It's not a fucking lollipop." She shifted her legs wider and, placing both her hands on my head, she pushed me down and under, right between her legs until I was looking directly at her moist vagina. Something clenched in my chest. I had only ever seen a woman's private parts in porn films. There, they were just lumps of flesh but now I was looking at something alive, pulsing with life. I marvelled at the many different layers of softness. But Lara was impatient. "Lick me," she ordered. "Lara," I said, my voice muffled by her thighs, "Please, I've never done this before. I don't know what I'm doing - " "Just do what I say," she snapped. "Put your tongue out and lick it." Gingerly, I eased the tip of my tongue along the outside of her lips. She drew her breath in sharply. "Yes. Like that." I repeated the motion; the taste of her was musky and sharp on my tongue. After a few moments I grew bolder, and flattened my tongue, so that I was lapping at her entrance. Her moans grew louder. I dipped the tip of my tongue into her wet slit and she grunted. "Yesss." I lapped her entrance and dipped my tongue in and out of her, poking the tip back and forth. I felt a new wave of lust flow through me. I wanted more of her, I wanted to taste all of her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pushed my head even closer into her. My nose was pressed against her velvet wetness and I pushed my tongue deep into her vagina. She let out a long moan and I felt her thighs tremble. I pulled my tongue back and then pushed it in again, relishing the new tastes that came from deep within her. I lapped at her with greater urgency, changing my motion so the tip of my tongue flicked at her clitoris as it withdrew from her cunt. Her wetness covered my face and it spurred me on, making me ignore the crick in my neck and focus only on lapping her sweetness. Her moans turned into cries and she slumped back against the wall. I strengthened my grip around her thighs, supporting her as I lost myself in her. My tongue moved wildly back and forth as her cries grew louder and her legs started to shake. I pushed my tongue into her as far as it would go, my teeth grazing her clitoris and flicked the tip back and forth as fast as I could, flipping it against the walls of her dripping cunt. She screamed and then shook, her hips bucking against my face and her legs nearly giving way. She almost collapsed on top of me, her back sliding down the wall. My tongue slid out of her and I pulled my face back from her crotch, panting and covered in her juices. I sat back on my haunches and she slid down the wall and sat on the floor opposite me, her legs stretched out on either side of me. She was breathing hard, her eyes closed. I ran my hand along her thigh, still not able to take in how it could be so soft and yet so firm. She opened her eyes and reached up a hand to my mouth. She stroked her fingers along my sticky lips. "Not bad," she said. "And now?" I pushed my hair away from my face. "Now?" I asked. She smiled a slow, languorous smile. "What do you want now?" Her eyes were fixed on mine and I thought that surely my whole body was crying out what it wanted. "I want you to...to do me," I said. The words were barely out of my mouth before Lara leaned forward and kissed me hard, her tongue pushing against mine. I felt the stickiness of my face rub against hers and the thought that she was tasting herself on me made my cunt ache. Lara pushed me down to the floor, climbing on top of me until I was lying flat underneath her. I briefly registered that my head was resting against the door mat before losing myself to the delicious feeling of her weight on top of me. With her tongue still plundering my mouth, she moved her hands under my shirt and stroked my breasts. She slipped her thumb inside my bra and rubbed my already hardened nipples. I moaned into her mouth and arched against her, my hands running down the smoothness of her back. Her hands moved to the fastening of my jeans and she broke the kiss for a moment to look down. "Fuck's sake," she muttered, pulling impatiently at the zip. I pulled the zip down and Lara's hand dived straight into my pants. I blushed at how wet they were but that was swiftly forgotten as I felt Lara slip her finger inside me. I gasped and Lara kissed me again, her tongue invading my mouth as her finger invaded my cunt. She moved her finger easily in and out of me. After a moment I felt her insert a second finger alongside the first. I moaned again, feeling beautifully full. She moved gently in and out in a steady rhythm. Her other hand stroked my breast, through my bra, kneading it. My tongue thrust up against hers as I arched my back to meet her rhythm. She moved her fingers inside me, stretching and pushing at the deepest parts of me. I whimpered as she found a whole new world within me, pushing at points I had never felt before. I was on the very edge and Lara seemed to sense it. Her hand moved from my breast and grabbed on to my shoulder. She lifted her head from the kiss and looked down at me. Bracing herself, she thrust her fingers up inside me as far as they would go. I gave a short, sharp gasp as she pushed at me. Then I felt her fingers move. I couldn't even tell what she was doing, I just knew it felt like coils of pressure and pleasure unwinding against me. She moved her fingers faster and faster and whirlpools of white hot fire exploded in my cunt. My fingernails raked down her back as I screamed and pushed my body up against her hand, grinding my cunt against her fingers. Her head dropped against my neck and I felt her teeth nip the flesh of my throat as an orgasm ripped through me. I wrapped my arms and legs around her as my body convulsed through wave after wave of hot, pulsing throbs of pleasure and pain. I could have almost have sworn that I'd lost consciousness. For it seemed like a long time later that I came back to myself, back to Lara's breath on my neck, back to the cramped hallway with the shoes piled along the skirting board. Lara raised her head, pushing her hair back from her eyes. She looked down at me. Her lipstick was smudged and her hair was in disarray but she still seemed the picture of poise and control. "All right?" she asked, tipping her head on one side. I nodded, not able to speak, not able to even begin to process everything that had just happened. Lara eased off me and, with a shock, I realised her fingers were still inside me. She withdrew them gently and zipped my jeans up again. She sat back and reached for her bra from where it lay discarded. I watched as she put it back on, placing her breasts carefully inside the cups. She pulled the top half of her dress up and did up the zip. Finally she stood up and smoothed her skirts down. I brought myself up to a sitting position, still feeling throbs of pleasure from where her fingers had been. I nodded to her knickers, lying carelessly against someone's trainers. "Don't forget those," I said. She bent down and picked them up. She looked at them thoughtfully and then dropped them in my lap. "You have them," she said. I'd learnt not to argue with her. I got sheepishly to my feet and pushed her pants into my pocket. "What - " I began but stopped as she stepped close to me, her face inches from mine. In disbelief, I felt myself moisten and knew that I could do it all over again, immediately. I reached forward to kiss her but she placed a finger against my lips, the same finger that had been inside me. "I'll text you," she said. She turned and walked away from me. I watched her climbing the stairs, catching glimpses of her glistening cunt as she reached the landing and disappeared into the bathroom. I stood for a moment in the hallway, my breathing echoing heavily off the walls. Then I turned and let myself out, closing the door behind me. Curtain Twitcher Ch. 03 Summer gave way to autumn. The back garden was covered in leaves and James was always saying he'd rake them up but he never did. He was pleased because we were having more sex than usual. He joked that having a baby had clearly made me randy. He made a lot of stupid jokes and sometimes I toyed with the idea of telling him – of letting slip that I had shagged the girl next door and it had been amazing and that I kept replaying it in my mind whilst he was fucking me and that's why I seemed to be enjoying it more than usual. But he was really pleased with himself and I was enjoying the respite from our usual bickering. I kept my phone on me at all times and became increasingly OCD about charging it. Every time I heard the trill of a text message arriving I jumped. But it was never Lara. It was James, or one of my new mum friends or someone from work. And each time I felt a stab of disappointment. I still had her knickers – black, lacy and still bearing her wet, earthy scent. I'd taken to keeping them in the nappy bag because it meant that every time I had to reach in there for a nappy, I would see them and be reminded of the feel of Lara's wet sex against my face. There was no danger of James coming across them of course – he seemed to think that he had fulfilled some sort of quota for the number of nappies he had to change and was now exempt from that chore. I saw Lara a few times, coming in and out of her front door. She was always wearing her coat now, a classic brown mac with red scarf knotted around her throat. I watched her one evening, passing by our front window. She didn't look up and I followed her with my eyes as she walked up the street, her hips swaying. "She never asked you round for tea again did she?" James' voice behind me made me jump. "No," I muttered, feeling my face flush. "Shame. I want to know about that sex book of hers." "She's not writing a sex – oh never mind," I said, drawing the curtains. "I guess maybe you don't have much in common really," he said. "I mean she's all young and...you know." "What?" Now it was James' turn to blush. "You know! Sort of...glamorous." "And I'm not?" "No you are, of course you are! But you're a mum aren't you? It's different." I turned my back and said nothing. I might be a mum but I'd made that glamorous girl next door come against my face. I revisited that memory whenever I needed to. Whenever I had to mop up Connor's sick for the fifth time in a day or found myself talking about poo with one of the other mums I would replay the scene in Lara's hallway and smile to myself. But still the text never came. For the first few weeks I was miserable. I couldn't even look at the next door house without feeling a throbbing in my nether regions. It dawned on me that I had thought that having sex with Lara would somehow purge her from my system, that it would extinguish all the tension that had been building in me and allow me to forget about her and move on. But it had only added fuel to the fire. I burned for her with an even greater intensity. Now I knew how she felt and how she tasted, it only made me want more of it. But the weeks passed and nothing happened. I started to think that maybe that was a good thing. Perhaps it had just been a one off– a good experience that I could hoard up and treasure. I still had the pants to prove to myself that it had really happened. Me and James were getting on better, mainly because I was so distracted with thoughts of Lara that I'd stopped bothering to argue with him. James even suggested that we should go on a date, our first since Connor was born. I thought maybe a night out would take my mind off our neighbour so I agreed. James' mum came to babysit and we went off for a curry. I sat across the table from my husband, eating chicken korma and idly wondering what James would say if he knew. What would I say if he had been the one screwing the girl next door? I couldn't seem to summon up any anger or outrage at this thought – it just made me think of my nails scratching down Lara's smooth back and James and Connor and my 'real' life shimmered and faded like a mirage. After we'd paid up, James suggested we should go for a drink in the local pub. I agreed and we walked the short distance along the high street, buttoning up our coats against the cold night air. I'd long since given up agonising about my cheating on James. I was being unfaithful – I knew that. But I was so consumed with Lara that there was no room for anything else. I could just about keep the daily motions of my life going but there was so space for grappling with the implications of what I was doing. It was packed in the pub and I followed James to the bar and waited beside him while he tried to get the barman's attention. We'd had wine with our curry and I was already feeling a bit tipsy. I put my hand on the bar to steady myself against the crush of people behind me. "What do you want?" James asked me, over his shoulder. "Rum and coke." James turned back to the bar. "I'd have gone for a port myself." I knew who it was before I looked round. Lara was standing the other side of me, pressed close against me in the throng of people. As ever she looked immaculate. She was dressed casually for her, in a jumper and jeans with her dark hair falling around her shoulders. And red lipstick, of course. "Hello," I said, looking into her green eyes that seemed to be glowing softly in the dim light of the pub. "Hello," she said. "How are you?" "Fine," I said and then immediately thought what a lie that was. I wasn't fine – I spent every waking moment thinking about Lara and aching with desire for her. And now she was standing so close to me I was having trouble breathing. "You haven't text me," I said. Lara said nothing but her eyes moved above my head and she smiled. I turned and saw James turning round. He waved at Lara and made a drinking motion with his hand. Lara shook her head and James turned back to the bar. Lara's eyes returned to mine. "I was thinking..." she began. I tried not to lean forward eagerly, like a puppy waiting for a treat. "I was thinking about that time I caught you watching me. In the kitchen. I was with a blonde-haired lady – do you remember?" I felt my already hot face grow even hotter. I was aware that James was standing right behind me on the other side of the bar, with only the noise of the pub preventing him from hearing. "Of course I remember," I mumbled. Lara put her head on one side. "I was thinking," she said, "was that the only time?" "What?" "Was that the only time you watched me?" Her voice suddenly seemed louder and it seemed as if the whole pub could hear. I glanced fearfully over my shoulder but James' back was still turned. "For God's sake! I can't...talk about that here," I hissed. "Tough. I'm not going to start chatting about the weather. Had you watched me having sex before?" I was sure a few of the people nearby turned their heads. I looked around in a panic, wondering if I should just push my way through the crowd. Lara leaned in and I smelt her scent and I was suddenly back in the hallway, pressed against the wall with her. My breath caught in my throat. "Kirsty," she said, her voice thrumming against my ear. "I'll keep asking until you answer. Was that the first time you'd watched me?" I watched her lips as she spoke and had to fight an overwhelming urge to kiss them, to run my tongue along them. "No," I said, as quietly as I could. "I'd seen you before." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "When?" "Kirsty! Take this can you?" James was suddenly between us, handing me my rum and coke. "Took fucking ages to get served. You sure you don't want anything?" he said to Lara. She smiled at him. "No thanks. I can buy my own drinks." James began pushing through the crowd away from the bar and I followed him, not looking back at Lara. We found a table at the back of the pub and squeezed onto it. "Stuck up cow," said James, as we sat down. "I thought you said she was glamorous?" "She can be glamorous and stuck up." We sipped our drinks and tried to chat as best we could above the noise of the pub. I stayed facing James, determined not to turn round and look for her amongst the crowd. Eventually, the wine and coke took their toll and I shouted to James that I was going to the loo. I pushed my way past the tables and into the ladies. It was a small, cramped toilet with only two cubicles. There was one free so I went in and peed. I heard the woman in the next cubicle flushing and then washing her hands. The door opened and the sounds of the pub grew louder and then quieter again as the door closed behind her. I pulled my jeans up and flushed the toilet. I opened the cubicle door and stepped out – straight into Lara. She was standing right outside the door and before I had time to even register she was there, she pushed me back into the cubicle, slamming the door behind her and locking it. I squeaked as she pushed me up against the wall of the cubicle, her hands gripping my forearms. I was wet instantly as her face was close to mine, her breasts pressed against my own. "When did you watch me?" she asked, her breath warm on my cheek and smelling faintly of alcohol. "I'm not – you can't - " My protests were cut off as with her weight still against me, she undid my jeans and thrust her hand into my pants. I yelped and tried to push her away with my free hand but with lightning speed she slipped a finger inside me and pushed up as far as she could. I moaned and pushed feebly against her. "You can't – you can't - " I heard the door open and someone go into the next cubicle. Lara put her other hand over my mouth and stared into my eyes as her finger stayed buried inside me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as my cunt throbbed around her finger. I could feel my wetness soaking her hand and my nipples hardening against hers. The woman seemed to take an eternity to pee. And then finally she flushed and the sounds of the taps came on. Lara pushed up against me and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. And then the other woman was gone. Lara took her hand from my mouth and I gasped. "You're crazy," I breathed. "When did you watch me?" she asked again. I looked at the intense set of her face. "You really want to know, don't you?" I said. Lara didn't reply. It was bugging her, the fact that I had watched her before and she didn't know when. For the first time, I felt as if the balance of power had shifted. "Well maybe I won't tell you," I said. Her face moved slightly, an infinitesimal raise of an eyebrow. And then she shifted her hand and pushed another finger inside me. "God!" My fingers clawed against the wall of the cubicle. Lara pulled her fingers out and then pushed them in again, pushing me back. I groaned and closed my eyes. "Tell me," she whispered. I shook my head. I felt her shift again and another finger enter me and stretch me. My legs were beginning to sag, which only pushed Lara's hand harder against me. I moved my head from side to side as Lara moved her fingers slowly in and out. "Come on Kirsty," she said, "just tell me." I leaned my back flat against the cubicle as Lara moved her hand back and forth, increasing her speed. My cunt was full of her and I draped an arm around her neck to support myself. She never took her eyes from my face and as she increased her speed, I gasped against her cheek. I was racing towards climax – I could feel its white fire building within me and then suddenly, Lara stopped, her hand becoming still. I groaned in agony and tried to move my hips up and down on her hand, to make myself come. I moved a hand towards my groin but Lara slapped it away. "Tell me. When did you watch me?" Lara's voice was soft and purring in my ear. I just wanted to come, nothing else mattered. "There was one time," I gasped. "You were being fucked from behind by some bloke." I enjoyed saying it, enjoyed seeing a look of surprise flit across her face before it was gone again. "Ah yes," she said. "I remember." And then she started fucking me again, hard and fast and my buttocks smacked against the cubicle and then I came hard against her hand, my legs shaking, my fingers tangled in her hair, sobbing against her neck as I almost collapsed to the floor. She withdrew her fingers so quickly that it hurt and then she left without another word, slamming the cubicle door behind her. I stood there for a moment, my heart racing painfully in my chest, breathing hard. And then I did up my jeans and left the cubicle. I paused a moment to check in the mirror that my face was as normal looking as I could make it. Then I went back out into the main pub. I re-joined James and sat down, closing my eyes briefly at the delicious jolt it gave me. "You ok?" asked James. "You were gone ages. Dodgy curry?" I shook my head and sipped my drink. James was talking to me and I replied vaguely, not really hearing him. I was distracted by the thought that Lara was somewhere out there, with my scent on her hand. The text came the very next day, as I was feeding Connor his dinner. Come for tea tomorrow. 3pm. I almost whooped with joy. There was no agonising about whether to go or not, or whether it really was just tea. I wanted Lara more than I had ever wanted anyone and I had given up trying to rationalise, justify or even understand it. The next day I dropped Connor off at nursery and then showered and dressed in the least mumsy clothes I could find. I hadn't been clothes shopping since giving birth so my options were limited. I plumped for some skinny jeans and a checked shirt. At 3 o'clock precisely I was on Lara's doorstep, ringing the doorbell. She answered the door and smiled at me. "Kirsty," she said. "Do come in." She stood back from the door to let me in. She was wearing a simple black dress with a red cardigan over the top. Her red lipstick was present and correct and her feet were bare. I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me. Lara was standing close to me and I at once leaned forward to kiss her. She put her hand on my shoulder and moved her head out of reach. "Kirsty," she said, tutting. "I asked you over for tea." She turned and walked down the hallway towards the kitchen. I scowled and followed, feeling like a child who has asked for sweets and been denied. The table was indeed set out for tea, with a grey and white spotted table cloth that was laid with a tea pot in the shape of a red phone box and cups and saucers. Lara motioned me to sit. She sat opposite me and poured out the tea. "You don't take sugar do you?" she asked. I shook my head. I watched her hands as she picked up the milk jug and poured into our cups. Her nails were immaculately trimmed and painted with a dark blue varnish. "How about a slice of cake?" she asked. I nodded. I knew better than to try and rush things. Lara would do everything in her own time, according to her own agenda. She stood up and lifted a tin from the side. I watched her back, admiring again her narrow waist and flared hips. I remembered running my hands along her outline and I felt a shiver of pleasure. "Lemon drizzle," Lara announced, setting the cake on the table. She cut two slices and then leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea and nibbling at her cake. I couldn't take my eyes off her, the way sugar granules from the cake clung to her mouth and how the pink tip of her tongue slid along her lips to scoop it up. I took a bite of my own slice but it sat heavy and hard in my tense stomach. "So Kirsty," said Lara, licking the last cake crumbs from the tips of her fingers. "It was...interesting to hear you'd been watching me for a while." "Well if you will have sex in the kitchen..." I said. Lara looked at the window, its blind drawn and sighed. "Yes I suppose you're right. That's the problem with these terraced houses. No privacy." "Nothing that a blind couldn't solve," I said. Lara smiled. "True. Strangely enough, it never occurred to me that anyone would be able to see. But the thought of you watching was quite...alluring." We looked at each other for a moment in silence. "Did you like watching?" she asked. The heat rose up my throat. Why was she always asking me questions to which she already knew the answer? "Yes." "Did it turn you on?" I looked away, embarrassed. "You know it did." "Why did it turn you on?" Lara sipped her tea and waited for me to answer. I took a deep breath. "Well with that...that bloke who was...you know...well it was the way you were in control. You looked over your shoulder at one point and gave him orders. And that was...hot." Lara screwed her eyes up as if she was trying to remember. "Oh yes," she said. "He needed a bit of guidance. He was a bit like a piston - just hammering away with no real technique." She sipped her tea thoughtfully. "Do you think you could do better?" "What – how – what do you mean?" "If you were to fuck me the same way. Could you do it better? "I – well – I could try," I said, lamely. "But it won't be the same will it? Because he was a man." "And?" "Well- um – I mean I don't...I don't have – you know..." "A penis?" said Lara, helpfully. I nodded in the direction of the teapot, unable to look at her. She smiled and then got up and left the kitchen. I heard her footsteps going up the stairs and moving around. Then she returned holding something in her hand. I rose to my feet as she placed it on the table next to the tea pot. I stared at it in horrified fascination. Black leather straps curled round a bright pink, ridged dildo. It was around six inches long and as wide as an actual penis. I looked up from it to Lara's face. "What the hell is that?" She rolled her eyes. "What does it look like?" "You can't – I can't – I'm not wearing that!" Lara stepped close to me and unbuttoned the first few buttons of my shirt. She pressed her lips against mine and I was immediately lost in the feeling of her tongue sliding into my mouth and caressing my own. She broke the kiss. "You want to fuck me don't you?" Just hearing her say that made me wet. She didn't need me to say anything – as ever, she knew the answer already. She set her mouth in a hard line. "The only way you're going to do it is with our friend there. Now take off your jeans." I obeyed her without another word. I peeled my jeans off, leaning against the kitchen table for support. I stood there in my lace trimmed pants –the best I could find from the clean washing pile. Lara pointed at them. "And them." I blushed as I pulled them down and unhooked them from my ankles. I stood awkwardly and put my hands instinctively in front of myself. "Oh for heaven's sake!" Lara handed me the dildo. "Put that on." Then she turned and began to move the tea things off the table. I frowned as I fiddled with the straps of the thing, trying to figure out how it worked. Finally I worked out that you stepped into it and I pulled it up until the dildo pointed out from my crotch. Lara came over and tightened the straps around my thighs so that the flat base of the dildo was settled firmly on my clitoris. She nodded approvingly and unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way, kissing me roughly and sliding her hands round my back to undo my bra. I was naked wearing a strap on. As Lara's hands moved over my breasts, the absurdity of the situation was not lost on me. But I just didn't care. As Lara's hands grazed my nipples, I felt the wetness growing between my thighs and I wrapped my arms around her. She leant back against the table and pulled me towards her, pulling her dress up. I ran my hands over her smooth thighs and pushed the dildo into her crotch, my tongue caressing her mouth. Curtain Twitcher Ch. 03 She pushed me back, slightly breathless. She grasped the base of the dildo and pushed it back against me, grinding it against my clit and making me moan. "Let's see if you can do any better, shall we?" She unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. She undid her bra and her breasts tumbled free. I had no time to appreciate them though, as she turned around and leaned over the kitchen table, pressing her breasts down onto the table top and exposing the rounded pale cheeks of her bottom, bisected by a thin expanse of silk. I drew my breath in as I saw the wet stain spreading out across the material. I stepped forward and eased her knickers slowly down to the ground, loving the feeling of the silk sliding down the smooth flesh of her thighs. Her sex was pink and wet and I gazed at it until Lara turned her head over her shoulder. "What are you waiting for? Get on with it." I looked down at my temporary penis and back at Lara's opening and I suddenly doubted whether it would fit in. Gingerly, I positioned the tip at her entrance – or at least what I hoped was her entrance. I held the dildo with one hand to steady it and pushed gently forward. The tip disappeared inside her. "Is that ok?" I asked. "Yes," said Lara, impatiently. "Put it all the way in." Slowly, I eased my hips forward and the dildo vanished inside her. She gave a low murmur of pleasure. I placed my hands on her hips to steady myself and admired the view of her arched back. I ran my hand from the base of her neck down her spine. Lara pushed her bottom back at me. "Go on then," she said. "Fuck me." I moved my hips back and watched the dildo emerge halfway, slick with her juices. Then I eased forward again, holding onto to her hips. Lara closed her eyes and moaned softly. I repeated the motion a few times, enjoying the slow pressure building on my clitoris. "Faster." I tightened my grip on her hips and increased my pace, pulling halfway out and then pushing back in again. I rocked on the balls on my feet as I found a rhythm. Lara moaned again, her head turning from side to side on the table. "Harder." "I don't want to hurt you," I protested. "Don't be such a fucking pussy. Come on!" she barked as I hesitated. She scowled at me over her shoulder, with the exact same expression I had seen from my bedroom window all those months ago –desire with an edge of impatience and contempt. I was suddenly determined that I was not going to be written off as casually as piston man. I'll bloody show her, I thought. I thrust hard into her and she cried out, her head arching up. I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust hard again. I used her hips to pull her onto me and then pushed off from her when I withdrew. My pace increased as I thrust into her again and again and felt drops of sweat trickling down my back as my crotch slapped against hers. Lara cried out with every thrust, her back and head arched upwards. "Is that better?" I said, through gritted teeth as my clit throbbed. "That better than him?" "Yes, yes!" Lara cried, her fingers scrabbling against the table top. Her cries became higher and higher. I stopped. I pulled out so that the tip was just resting inside her. Lara gasped in surprise and twisted her head to look at me. Her face was flushed and her hair dishevelled. I was breathing hard, my hands resting on her hips. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Why have you stopped?" "Do you want me to carry on?" "Of course I fucking do!" "Well ask me nicely then." She raised her eyebrows and I saw with triumph that I had surprised her. Her lips quirked. "I see. It's like that is it?" I eased myself gently into her; her eyes closed and she let out a sigh. "Go on," I said. She opened her eyes. "All right. Please." "Please what?" "Please Kirsty. Please fuck me. Make me come." I felt my clitoris twitch against the leather of the strap on as she said it. I eased out and back into her again in a slow, gentle rhythm. She laid her forehead on the table top and moaned softly. I took a firm hold of her hips and gradually increased the pace of my thrusts. I built up the rhythm and intensity gradually until I was fucking her hard, the slapping of my thighs against her backside and the creaking of the table echoing around the kitchen. Lara cried out, lifting her hips off the table and I stopped again. Her head whipped round to face me. "Kirsty!" Her voice cracked in desperation. "Kirsty, please. Please!" I slammed in and out of her, my hips hammering wildly back and forth. Lara arched her head up, crying out in time to my thrusts. I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and I felt her body start to shudder underneath me as I fucked her. Her cries turned into screams and the pressure that had been building in my clitoris suddenly exploded. I thrust into her again and again as my legs started to shake and white hot contractions burst up and down my body. Lara bucked against my hips, a strangled scream escaping as her own oragasm ripped through her. I collapsed forward, still buried deep inside her, with my breasts pressed against the soft flesh of her back. My clitoris throbbed and pulsed with the aftershocks of my climax. After what seems like hours, I became gradually aware of Lara moving beneath me. Her hand slapped awkwardly at my hips. "Come out," she muttered. I lifted myself off her and gently eased the dildo out of her. It popped out glistening with her juices. I stared down at it, almost wanting to laugh because it looked ridiculous. Lara turned over and leaned back against the kitchen table. She was breathing heavily, her naked breasts rising and falling. Her lipstick was smudged and her hair was in disarray. She crossed her legs and gave a smiling wince as she did so. "Kirsty," she said slowly, "I would never have thought you had it in you." She looked at me with those cool green eyes, quite restored to her usual, unflappable self. But I had made her beg. I felt swelled with a kind of pride. This was something new, something different. I had never been assertive in the bedroom before. I smiled at Lara. I felt that something had shifted, something had changed between us. "I know," I said. "I surprised you didn't I?" Lara put her head on one side and looked at me. I let my eyes travel down the plump whiteness of her body, a faint glistening visible on her inner thighs. She ran her fingers through her dishevelled hair. "Yes," she said, finally and I felt elation course through me. I began loosening the straps on my thighs. I stepped out of the strap on and handed it to her, the dildo flopping down in its holster. She looked on with amusement as I gathered up my clothes from the kitchen floor and dressed myself. "Are you leaving?" "Yes. I have to go and collect Connor." I stepped towards her and she uncrossed her legs, opened them so that I was standing between them. She looked up at me, her face serious. I waited, not saying anything, just enjoying the sight of her nakedness. She raised her head and pressed her lips against mine. I put my hand on the back of her head and kissed her hard, pulling her tight against me. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around me and entwining her tongue with my own. Her hands moved down to the waistband of my jeans and I pulled back sharply, breaking the kiss. She caught her breath and I stepped back. I could see hunger in her face and for the first time since I'd met her, I knew I held the power. "Will you come for tea tomorrow?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse. "Maybe," I said. I walked down the hallway and then turned to look back. She was still leaning against the table, her naked body like a marble statue. It took me every atom of will I possessed not to run straight back to her and run my hands all over her body. "I'll text you," I called, as I turned and headed for the front door. Curtain Twitching He saw her at the bar; nude high heels, long luscious legs, short skirt and a blouse that revealed her midriff every time she raised her glass to her lips. Her breasts pushing out the flimsy fabric of her top caused his heart to flutter. She turned her head, her dazzling, emerald green eyes looked towards him and he looked away reflexively. Cursing his shyness, he looked back, but her attention had returned to her friends and her high, musical laugh carried across the hubbub like morning bird song. "Seen something you like there Paul?" Gerry, Paul's workmate, slapped him on the back as the others laughed. Paul laughed nervously. At 35, he had been in a few relationships, none of them serious, with the last one failing miserably and robbing him of his confidence. As a result, he was awkward socially, especially when it came to women. He found it hard to string a sentence together when confronted by a member of the opposite sex. Paul fantasised about approaching this woman, chatting to her and taking her home. Daydreaming whilst his colleagues laughed and made fun of him. He was regretting coming out tonight; he hadn't felt up to it, especially now, as Gerry left the group and ambled towards the bar. He couldn't deny that Gerry was certainly better looking than him. Gerry was tall and slim, with a kind of Nordic look about him, finished off with his short, dark blonde hair. Paul, on the other hand, looked like Tom Cruise, but only in height. His looks were, what could only be described politely as conventional. Although he wasn't ugly, he felt like the women he approached were recoiling; it wasn't even like he was aiming high. Gerry reached the bar, ordered a drink, then casually turned and started talking to the object of Paul's desire, casually nodding his head at Paul. She turned her head in Paul's direction, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder in slow motion, like she was filming a shampoo commercial, as she raised her hand and waved at him. Paul was rooted to the spot; unsure of whether to go over and say hi, until Gerry leaned in and kissed her. She placed her drink on the bar and kissed him back as Paul's heart sank. Another kick in the guts for him, and another score, with extra bragging rights for Gerry. There were a ton of "if onlys" but he could only blame himself for not taking the initiative there and then. Gerry's hand snaked down the girl's back and rested on a firm, round buttock, and squeezed gently. Paul sighed and looked away. Feeling downhearted, Paul finished his drink and went to the men's room. Returning to his colleagues, he picked up his coat, made his excuses and looked around the room for Gerry. Both he and the girl had left, "Bloody typical!" He thought, Gerry was supposed to be the designated driver tonight, but, as per usual, chasing tail was his main priority. Paul left the bar and walked in the direction of his home, alone; the rest of his colleagues far too inebriated to walk in a straight line, let alone drive: Paul, on the other hand, was feeling just mildly tipsy, the fresh air was sobering and, with the walk home and a fantasy of him meeting the girl at bar and actually talking to her, running through his head; mildly aroused. Just fifteen minutes into his walk home, he was sure he'd spotted Gerry's car in a side street. He paused and walked up towards it, taking a few moments to process what he could remember of Gerry's car, when the sound of a woman's laughter drifted to him from an opened window. He recognised the laugh from the bar and he turned towards it. The laugh came from a ground floor window. Paul moved towards the sound, into the shadows between two large Victorian houses, which were separated by a low hedge. The curtains were drawn, but a sliver of light radiated from a slight gap. Paul peered through the window; squinting as his eyes adjusted from the gloom to the brightly lit scene within. Gerry was confidently kissing the woman, pushing her blouse from her shoulder and breathing gently on her neck. His hands working on the buttons and caressing her breasts. She giggled as her hands unclasped his belt and unzipped his fly; one reaching in to feel his hardness as she pushed his waistband over his bum. He grasped her buttocks and pulled her towards him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and her skirt riding up to reveal her pantyless behind as he walked towards the bed and lay her on her back. She threw her arms back as he kissed the bare flesh of her belly and moved downwards. Her back arched as he kissed her labia; his tongue darting between her folds as she ran her hands through his hair, grabbing handfuls as his fingers parted her and penetrated her wetness, seeking his prize as she writhed on the bed. A sharp intake of breath revealed that he'd found what he was looking for as he curled his finger upwards, massaging her g-spot as he flicked his tongue across her clit, making her cry out, raising her hips and pushing her pussy into his face as the first orgasm of the night took her. She came down panting, pulled him by his hair towards her face and kissed him deeply. Her other hand found his cock and traced it's length through his boxers. Paul, still in the shadows, felt his own cock pushing against it's restraints. He unzipped his fly and unleashed it's prisoner. He continued to watch, stroking his cock, oblivious to his surroundings. Gerry continued his seduction, unaware of his audience, but giving a stage worthy performance nonetheless as he suckled on the woman's breasts. She purred, delighting in his tongue flicking her sensitive, hard nipples while his hand massaged her moist pussy. She took hold of his hand, forcing his middle finger inside of her with her own. His hand trapped, Gerry's finger explored her, gently pressing against her clit, her knees raising to her chest as another orgasm washed over her and took hold. As she cried out, Paul stifled a sneeze and was rewarded from behind by a quiet "Bless you." Startled, he turned quickly, stuffing his cock in his trousers as he did. "Don't put it away on my account." The stranger said quietly. Shocked, Paul zipped his fly and turned to leave. "Show's not over yet." The man said. "Sarah won't be happy until she's had her fill. You may as well stay for the fireworks. I am. I'm Darren by the way. I'd offer you my hand but..." Darren nodded downwards. Paul looked towards where Darren had gestured and immediately got the point. Paul was wondering whether to leave when Sarah cried out again. Gerry was on his back, Sarah's pussy grinding into his face as she alternated between sucking Gerry's cock and screaming as she came. The curtains opened slightly as Darren quietly guided a stick through the opened window and pushed them apart. There was now enough of a view for them both to enjoy it, but not enough light from the window to illuminate the gloom in which they hid. Feeling too embarrassed, but still too aroused to walk away, Paul stroked his cock through his trousers. The waistband of his boxers was uncomfortable against the swollen head of his erect penis, but the sensations weren't entirely unpleasant. He tried not to notice Darren, who was quietly but excitedly wanking himself. Paul's attention returned to the room where Sarah was slowly impaling herself on Gerry's cock. Gerry, on his back, reached up to caress her pert breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples as she rocked herself to another screaming orgasm. Gerry's face contorted as her pussy spasmed around his hardness, she pulled forward, letting him slip out as he spurted his load over her buttocks and back, pressing her breasts into his chest and kissing him passionately while his pulsing cock subsided. The excitement had got too much for Darren as he grunted through his own climax, his seed splashing uselessly onto the lawn. Sarah meanwhile, was sucking and licking Gerry's limp penis back to hardness again. Her head rising and falling as her tongue caressed his shaft, savouring the taste of his sperm and her juices, taking his length into her mouth while Gerry laid back, enjoying her ministrations. Paul leaned towards the window as Darren stepped backwards and tripped over his own trousers. He landed on his bum with a loud "Oof!" Gerry instinctively looked towards the window as Sarah stopped sucking and Paul dropped from the window, pressing his back to the wall and hugging his legs. "Who's there?" Gerry shouted. He got up off the bed and walked, naked, towards the window. Sarah licked her lips then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "It's probably just a raccoon." She said. "Raccoons don't go 'Oof'!" Gerry replied as he spied the white soles of a pair of training shoes disappearing over the hedge. Darren had quickly pulled up his trousers and dived nimbly over the bush. He lay flat on the ground as Sarah tried to placate Gerry and coax him back to the bed for some more play time, to which he succumbed willingly. Darren's head appeared over the top of the hedge as Gerry's moans increased. Paul turned around and raised his head to the window, Sarah was back on top, her luscious mouth working on Gerry's cock while he licked and sucked on her moist pussy. Darren snuck next to Paul by the window, "Sorry about that." He whispered, "He nearly caught us there. D'ya think he bought the raccoon story?" Paul didn't know what to think, until Sarah started panting; she raised her head from Gerry's cock as her orgasm built, then before she came in a cacophony of lustful moans, she looked towards the window and winked. "That's my girl." Darren whispered next to him, his voice tinged with pride as Sarah rocked herself on Gerry's exploring tongue, covering his face in her juices. She climbed off Gerry, beads of sweat ran down her back as she opened her bedside drawer. She pulled out five silky scarves then sat back astride Gerry's waist, rocking slowly, teasing the tip of his penis with her slick, puffy lips. He reached up to touch her breasts, trying to position her to a point where he could penetrate her again when she slipped a scarf around his right wrist and knotted it deftly. He reached up with his left arm and she did the same. She took hold of his wrists and leant forward, her breasts pushing into his face, he suckled on her nipples as she tied the scarves to the headboard. His arms secure, she sat up and turned around, hovering her sweet pussy over his painfully erect cock. She let the head slip in, then slowly sank his length into her depths. Holding onto his ankles, she gyrated her pelvis, causing him to groan, not noticing that his ankles had been bound until she raised herself from his member and tied the scarves to the end of the bed. She dismounted, leaving him pointing towards the ceiling, his balls aching, frustrated. As he started to protest, she tied the fifth scarf across his mouth, muffling his complaints, then she climbed off the bed and walked towards the bedroom door as Gerry struggled against his bonds. Paul realising that he was alone, had his nose pressed to the window as Darren walked into the room and was instantly embraced by the naked Sarah. Gerry's muffled cries of anger were replaced by mewls of disgust as Darren lifted Sarah onto the bed, with her back against Gerry's side, he entered her sloppy pussy and fucked her, hard. Darren pulled out Sarah gasped and he turned her around, she grabbed hold of Gerry's cock as Darren took her roughly from behind. All three came together, Gerry's ejaculate covering Sarah's hair as she rested her head on his stomach, panting from her exertions, Darren's cum dripped from her battered pussy and down her inner thighs as his softening cock slipped from her. Paul was breathing hard, his breath fogged the window in front of him, his hands gripping the sill as the erotic scene unfolded in front of him. He'd forgotten that he wasn't supposed to be there, that he was just a spectator in a twisted little play that wasn't really for his eyes, but he was mesmerised; rooted to the spot as Darren and Sarah's game played out, with Gerry still helpless on the bed. Sarah kissed Darren tenderly, then dashed towards the window and threw open the curtains. Paul stumbled backwards and sprawled onto the grass, Sarah giggled, her breasts bouncing gently in the dim light. "Come inside and clean yourself up." She beckoned as Paul slowly got to his feet. She met him at the front door wearing a sheer silk robe, her hair matted with Gerry's cum. Leading him into the bedroom he could see Gerry still tied to the bed, too exhausted to test his restraints. Darren was still naked from the waist down, searching in a cupboard. Sarah handed Paul a damp towel which he used to wipe the stains on his trouser leg. She sat on the edge of the bed and absently patted Gerry's leg, he was on the edge of sleep, his eyelids heavy. Paul produced a brown bottle from the cupboard and looked towards Gerry, "Don't think we'll be needing this then." He said as soft snores emanated from the bed. "I think we better had." Sarah replied, "Just in case." She turned to Paul as Darren picked up one of Gerry's socks, poured some of the liquid from the bottle on to it, then covered Gerry's mouth and nose. "Don't worry." She said, "It's only ether. It usually knocks them out long enough for Darren to drive them to a park and sit them on a bench by the pond. If we're feeling especially naughty, we'll sit across the pond and watch them wake up." She giggled, Paul was overwhelmed with visions of some poor bloke that she'd taken home, waking up disorientated, unsure as to how they'd ended up there while they revelled in his confusion. "I love to watch her seducing men like your mate here." Darren explained. "And I love being watched while I fuck them." Sarah continued. "It's even better when I know there's someone else out there too! You need to be a bit quieter with those curtains darling." "Sorry love." Darren apologised. "Wasn't expecting company." He nodded towards Paul who was still trying to take this all in. Gerry snored loudly. "Anyway," She said, "I hope you enjoyed it? Could you give Darren a lift with this one?" They untied Gerry, carried him out to his car and laid him on the back seat. Paul had sobered up enough to drive, but he got in the passenger seat while Darren took the wheel and drove towards the park. "It is funny though." Darren said, "When we're out together, I notice these men looking at her, the guys we've done this to before, they've got this puzzled look in their eyes; like they're not sure if they know her, or what she's done with them. There's been a few that've approached her, but she denies everything and they walk away even more confused. She'll never do the same man twice." "Are you worried that she'll do it without you watching?" Paul asked. "Not at all! She says she feels safe with me watching. If it goes bad, if someone gets too rough, then I'm on hand with the bat in the umbrella stand. Only needed it once; fella cried like a baby and I didn't even touch him!" They drove the rest of the way with the silence punctuated by Gerry's snores. At the park they left the car in the parking lot and carried Gerry to a nearby bench facing the duck pond. They left him lying on his side and went back to the car; Sarah pulled up in her car and offered to take Paul home, he declined, saying that he needed to clear his head and the walk would do him good. They offered him an open invitation for a seat by the window, if he ever felt the urge to watch Sarah in action again. He said he would; the sight of her in the midst of a full blown orgasm was just too sensational to miss, "And," he thought, "I might even get a chance to join in!"