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People Watching

By: PuddyTatt2d



I like to sit and watch people. Especially men! Women don’t do anything for me, I guess the reason being, I’m a woman. When they walk towards me I look at their eyes, and slowly let my eyes guide themselves down their bodies. There are certain ones that just scream sex. That’s when I find myself thinking of how they would be during a good fuck session. Whether they would be a gentle fuck, or a grand slam fuck?

One afternoon, I took my kids to the swimming pool. There he was the grand slam of all grand slams. As he walked into the pool area he was tall, dark (he had to tan because we’ve had entirely too much rain for him to be that tan.), and handsome. He was tattooed and both nipples were pierced. With a thin hairline going down the center of his belly down below his swim trunks, that hung below the hip line like men wear their jeans. I just wanted to fuck him right then and there.

He walked towards me, and as he was walking I’m taking his trunks off in my mind. What I’m seeing in my mind I like. Pulling his backpack off his shoulder he got out a blanket, towel, sun oil, and a bottle of water. I’m finding myself going over to him while he’s laying there, picking up the oil. Putting it all over his chest, the oil is hot from the summer sun. I glide my hands over his chest working my hands down his body. Working my way down to his waist of his trunks! Sliding my fingers under the elastic just enough to feel his hair. 

My fingertip touches his hardening cock. He sighs! At that very moment it was as if there was no one else there. Just the two us, in this very hot moment. Two people getting ready to fuck each others brains out. Strangers who have never met but have this sexual attraction.

I felt his hands sliding up my stomach to my full breasts. He slid my bathing suit top over exposing both of my nipples. He played with my nipples, making them hard as a rock. Pulling me up closer to him, I straddled him, feeling his cock grow hard against me. I was getting a little hotter down below myself. 

He pulled me down to him and kissed me hard, plunging his tongue, deep into my mouth. One hand on my head the other on my ass. Pressing his cock into me. God I wanted to fuck him now. I slid my bottoms of my bathing suit over as he unzipped his fly on his swimming truck. Like a heat seeking missile, this 10” cock exploded from the depths of his trunks. He slid his hard shaft deep into me. He was so large. That with a few thrusts into me he was hitting the g spot. It was like a river running from my body. But I hadn’t orgasmed yet. It was all I could do to keep from screaming with excitement.

Grinding myself down on him wanting more, and more I leaned forward and tickled his nipples with my tongue. He seemed to like this as he was meeting my every move below the waist.

He rolled over on top of me, kissing me and just fucking the hell out of me. I was about to orgasm. I wrapped my arms around his waist grabbing his ass. He kissed me long and hard. I told him I was about to “O”. He just kept driving himself into me harder and deeper. Faster and faster. Oh my God I’m thinking to myself, have I died and gone to Fuck Heaven. I’ve never had it like this before.

I could feel his cock swelling and his thrust became quicker, I could hear him moaning.

I felt like my body was going to explode. My hot wet pussy is throbbing so hard. And then it happened it felt like fireworks going off inside my body. I tingling. His cock was being taken over by my cunt. He told me he was coming and I just let myself go. I came like I had never come before. My body still shaking, every woman should be fucked like this once in her life.

Then I heard this voice

“Excuse me, is this spot taken?” he said.

“Yes, it is now!” I replied with a smile.

If this man only knew what I was just thinking about him! Well maybe he will!

People Watching



It's only August and I have just seen the first shameless display of Christmas capitalism in a major chain store. It reminded me of a story I wrote a long time ago. I've decided to repost it here. Merry Christmas (in August).

The following is an unpublished work of adult fiction. Any resemblance of characters in this work to any person, living or dead, is unintentional.

Copyright 1997. All rights reserved.

The owner of this copyright grants unlimited not-for-profit redistribution of this work provided that this entire copyright notice remain intact.

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A green and red elf costume lay crumpled on the floor. Moments before my wife had filled it even nicer than the elf in the mall had. She had noticed me staring at the nipples poking through the leotard of a very sexy elf. A comment about the way that elf fit into her tights brought a little giggle, but was soon forgotten.

My wife hadn't forgotten. She had come out of the bedroom to decorate the tree in a sexy elf outfit. "I noticed that you like elves." She seemed to be enjoying herself as she told me about life at the north pole. It didn't take her very long to turn the conversation to sex. She talked about how Santa didn't allow dating between the elves at the shop. How lonely the girl elves were. How they made sex toys for themselves when no one was watching to get them through the long winter nights. It was amazing that the ornaments got put up at all. Soon after the tree was trimmed I was peeling the tights off of my very first elf.

"Tell me about your fantasies. I'd love to hear them." 

This was the second time she'd asked this in as many weeks. Both times she was already flush with the excitement of our foreplay. The first time she immediately sensed my discomfort as soon as she asked. I had told her that I was more interested in exploring her body than talking, but when she said "It's all right" I knew she felt my insecurity even if she didn't understand it. She didn't press the subject as the conversation became sweet nothings about her body.

This time the question stopped me mid-nibble on her earlobe. Why did she ask again when she knew it made me uncomfortable? My eyes drifted shyly away from her face to her breasts. The kaleidoscope of colored shadows from the Christmas tree lights gave an exotic glow to her curves. A clinging strand of tinsel on her side gave my fingers something to play with.

"I don't really have any."

"None? There must be something that you fantasize about." The arousal in her voice and her body beneath me was unmistakable. "Fucking a horny girl elf? How about something you've never done but really want to?"

The way the red tights had hugged the woman playing Santa's helper at the mall was a turn on, but nibbling on my wife while she told me about her wet little elf pussy had been her idea. That last question was the key to my insecurity. The things that I wanted to do but hadn't tried were things that I wasn't sure how a woman would react to. I'd never even considered sharing them with anyone.

"Sure. I guess. I mean, of course there are things that I think about."

"Don't be shy. Tell me. It's such a turn on to hear fantasies and picture myself doing them."

"What if you don't like the picture?"

Her smile became mischievous. Tonight I wasn't going to dodge the bullet. "It's just a fantasy. Don't worry about it so much. Come on, share. Consider it a Christmas present to an horny elf." Her naked body under mine was relaxed, her voice somehow reassuring. I looked up and saw the smile on her lips reflected in her eyes.

Actually, I had never fantasized in very much detail. "They're really just images, mostly. I've never really thought about putting them into words". I wasn't sure that I could do it without sounding like an idiot.

"I'll help you then." Not an offer, but a statement. She turned her body slightly and I moved to the floor next to her. She turned again and we were on both on our sides facing each other. "Close your eyes and think about something sexy."

Her finger began tracing the shape of my nipple, her nail scratching very lightly. I lay quietly thinking for a moment, but nothing came to mind. Her finger moved away briefly and returned to trace wet circles around my other nipple. I moaned my appreciation.

"Think about what turns you on. The things that you want to do to me but don't have the nerve to ask." Her voice was soft. I began to think she wanted me to do something to her and was trying to coax me into suggesting it first. Her finger stopped, a small delay as if considering what she had said. Her thumb moved to trap my nipple against the other finger. The slow squeeze and gentle outward pull brought an involuntary gasp of pleasure from me. "No, don't think about me if you don't want to. Just think about what you'd like to do and how turned on you'd get doing it." Her fingers released me, and both resumed a delightful journey around my nipples and chest.

After a few minutes of her exquisite distraction, I gave up trying to force myself to think of something. My thoughts drifted as her fingers drifted around my chest. I liked to tease her the way she was teasing me now, lazy fingers circling patterns from her breasts to the black patch of hair between her legs. I pictured her nipples stiffening, her breath quickening, and her hips moving in an erotic rhythm. I love to watch her body as she becomes aroused. But, then I get really turned on looking at any woman who's aroused. 

I thought back to a Christmas party shortly after high school. There was a couple making out on the couch about a foot from where I was sitting. They were kissing passionately. His hand was wandering from her tits to her stomach and back in slow circles. He was determined to extend the circle to include a trip between her thighs. Each time he tried, she pressed her thighs together and he would go back to her tits. Finally, he pushed the edge of his hand between her thighs and she parted her legs for him. She didn't close them when he moved back to her tits again. His hand met no resistance on the next trip down. I had seen them smoking a joint a little earlier, and I figured she must be pretty stoned as well as turned on. His hand now moved in little circles massaging her crotch. His other hand moved around her back to squeeze a nipple through he fabric of her blouse. I thought for sure she'd stop him there, but I was wrong. He moved the nipple fastened between his fingers in a circle. Her face and her trembling body showed what she was feeling. After a moment she took a deep breath, stood, took his hand, and led him down the hall to a bedroom.

"You have a smile on your face and your cock is as big as I've ever seen it. You must be thinking about something really sexy."

Without thinking, I said "Yeah, I wonder what it would have been like to watch him make her cum."

"Who?"

I opened my eyes, but avoided looking at her. "Something I saw at a party still gets me going every time I think about it."

"It must have been something to see." Her voice was still soft, but it betrayed her interest.

"Yeah, but it was over too soon. Every time I think about it I wish I could have seen more. I'd like it to happen again, but this time I'd like to watch from start to finish. Or maybe be the couple doing it." I was being coy, I still wasn't sure where this was going or how she'd feel about hearing my thoughts.

"Mmmm. We could be the couple doing it." She didn't even know what "it" was, but she was doing a great job of drawing it out of me. "Where are we?"

I thought for a moment. I didn't even remotely fantasize about a bunch of drunk dweebs watching me have sex. "We're in a room with soft lights. A Christmas tree is blinking in the corner of the room."

"No silly, where are we in your fantasy?"

"I mean, there's a Christmas tree. The air is filled with erotic sounds and sexual excitement." I hesitated, not sure what to say next. I was beginning to enjoy this, but I didn't want to sound silly.

"What's it like? What are we watching?" She didn't bother to hide her interest now. She coaxed a little more. "Don't worry so much about what to say. Just close your eyes and imagine. Think about sex. Think about what you'd like the sex to be like. Tell me what you see. Where am I, what am I doing?"

"You're kneeling on a soft blanket. You're leaning forward, resting on your elbows. It gives your back a sexy slope." I'm not sure where that came from, but I went with it.

"And you?"

"I am on my knees behind you caressing your back." I picture her in that position. It's a very sexy picture. I want to run my hands over her back, ass, and thighs. "I'm stroking the soft flesh of your back and thighs with my hands. Kneading your ass and hips."

"Mmmm I like that, I like being felt all over." Her soft coaxing voice was had been replaced by a dreamy drawl. The fingers on my chest slid back to my nipple and began to flick across it. My eyes were closed, but I was sure that her other hand was between her legs. 

The excitement in her voice gave me something to work with. "I can hear your excitement in your breath. Your hips are swaying just slightly beneath my hands. I can see a shiny line of drool running from your pussy like a beggar's hungry lips waiting for a succulent piece of meat." I cringed. Why did I say that?

She giggled. "Hmmm. I must be really turned on if I'm dripping wet." I felt a wet finger against my lips. The musky scent told me she was not just playing along. She was really wet. She drew the slick moisture across my lips and up to my nose. "How about you?"

I licked my lips. "My excitement shows in the stiffness rippling over my cock and the moisture clinging to the tip, but you're so entranced by what's going on in front of you that you don't notice. You shiver as my finger dips inside of you and draws your wetness out through your labia and around your clit. I don't think you even notice what I'm doing.

Her voice was quivering. "I must be watching something really hot if I don't notice you fingering my pussy. That's always sooo nice. I think I'd notice that." She was fingering herself. I could hear the sound of her fingers slipping through her wetness.

I wanted to open my eyes and watch her, to see the rhythm of her fingers, to watch her breasts rise and fall with the excitement in her breathing. That would be exciting. My ego was feeling good that I could get her so turned on, so into the fantasy, but I needed a moment to think up what she was watching that had her so distracted. I reached down and began lightly stroking my cock. "You absent mindedly reach back to run your fingers along the underside of my cock. You know how exquisite a light touch feels when I am this excited." Lightly stroking, just the underside, just the fingertips. 

"A woman a few feet away to your right is watching your hand as you draw it lightly up and down my cock. She's smiling at the way your touch is making me writhe. She licks a dribble of cum from her lips and plays with it on her tongue. Her partner, his breath still rough from her handiwork a moment before, is watching the couple that you are watching. Her eyes glance at your face for a moment, then over to the couple in front of you, and then back to your hand."

"Is she looking at your cock?"

"She's watching you stroke me." I decide to tease her. "You don't notice her watching our sex play. A minute ago you were watching her suck his cock. Each time she slid her tongue up and down his shaft I could see your tongue move too. The couple in front of you drew your attention away before he came."

"Oh, no. I wanted to watch him cum". The disappointment in her voice was tangible. She was really getting into this.

I felt a twinge of remorse at her disappoint. "When you got on your knees so you could see better, you blocked my view of the couple in front of you. I saw the arch of her back as she slid herself down onto him, but only you could see the way her labia were pushed aside as his cock slid inside of her. Her pussy seemed to swallow his cock, only to push it back out and swallow it again. Her wetness on his cock shines blue, gold, white, and red in time with the tree lights.

My wife whispered now, "Mmm, that's sooo hot."

I could still smell her musk under my nose, and the scent was driving me crazy. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to get between her legs and run my tongue into every crevice. That fueled my fantasy. "My fingers slide into your pussy. You're so very wet. I pull them back to taste you, then spread your cheeks to look at your sex. Glistening, wet, hot sex. I can never resist a taste. Your scent intoxicates and excites me. The position of your body makes it hard to get my tongue where I want it. I lean down, but the awkward angle of my neck makes me press my tongue roughly against your clit. My tongue becomes gentler as I find the perfect angle. Reaching back, you pull away the fold flesh that covers the delicate pink button of your clit. Your labia, dark and shiny from your excitement, are pulled up and spread slightly. An erotic work of art. I alternate flicking my tongue across your clit and those sexy lips.

"Mmm." Her moans were becoming louder, I thought she might be close to cumming but she seemed to be pacing herself.

"I can't wait any longer. The woman watching us smiles as I run my tongue up from your clit through the crack of your ass into the small of your back. I reach down and press the swollen head of my cock just inside of your cunt. I know that you like it when I take it slow. In a little, out a little, in a little more, out a little, until the length of my cock is nestled inside of you. An erotic mixture of love and lust is in your eyes when you turn to look at me."

"The man in front of you says something that pulls your attention back to them. I can't hear his hoarse whisper but it's clear that he doesn't want to cum yet. He wants her to slow down. Maybe he just wants to watch us the way we're watching them. She pulls herself off of him and rolls onto her back, her head tilted to watch us. He moves her leg so that he can watch us as he begins to nuzzle her pussy. She's teasing her nipples. The woman who was watching us shifts her attention between us and them now.

"I'm so turned on, I need to pace myself. My cock inside of you moves slow and rhythmic. Slow enough to keep from pushing us too far too \fast, but fast enough to keep our bodies exquisitely excited. The pleasure makes watching the others in the room so much more exciting.

"Yes" Her voice was excited, but didn't have the urgency of an impending climax yet. I felt her hand join mine, her fingers between mine were moist and cool. They felt nice on my sensitive cock. Her fingers gave a delightful squeeze at the end of each stroke.

"A humming noise draws your eyes to the woman on the right. She is pushing a string of vibrating balls up into her pussy. Her man is sucking on her nipples and fingering her clit. She shivers slightly as she pushes each ball in."

"Hmmm. I'll bet those feel good."

"I wipe some of the wetness from the base of my cock and up the crack your ass, but you hardly seem to notice. 

"Oh, no. I'd definitely notice that. God, if you did that when I'm this turned on I'd almost cum. I'm just about to cum now."

I gave in to my evil streak again. "I push in you in deep quick thrusts. A distracted mmmmpurrr from your throat tells me that you're not ready yet. I pull myself out of you, rubbing the head of my cock over your pussy and clit."

"Oohh, you evil man. Don't do that. That's torture. I want to cum." The urgency in her voice was exciting. I was very close to cumming myself.

"I lean forward to tell you that I want to feel you cum." She moved her body against mine. I could feel her hand stroking her cunt between us. I could feel her chest heaving in shallow breaths.

"The woman with vibrating balls in her pussy looks up at the sound of my voice, but she has a far away look in her eyes. She begins to moan and shudder. Watching her cum is too much for me. I put my cock inside of you again and pull you back hard against me. It feels so good to bury my cock deep inside of you. I want to be selfish. I want to use your cunt for my pleasure. I don't want to be gentle. I want to fuck you."

"Mmmmnnn. Fuck me the way you want..." Her sentence trailed off. "I want to be fucked."

"I know that you like it too because you grunt and grind your hips against me each time by balls slap your cunt. I feel your cunt tighten on me."

"Ooaah. Unnnh." She was beginning to shudder against me, her hand clamping down between my fingers. My hand began moving quicker on my cock in response, pulling hers to my pace.

"The woman we're watching are cumming. Even we you come, we're still watching the sex around us. I see the little balls being pulled one by one from the woman on our right while cums. She cries out as each one pops out.

"Unngh. Cum. Oooh." My eyes were still closed, but I could feel the strength of my wife's orgasm.

My wife's stiff nipples rubbing against me was the last exciting straw. I let myself go. I manage to squeak out "I'm cumming too". I felt my cum splash on my face and chest with each spasm of my body. Her hand pulled away from mine, but I needed to keep nursing the cum from my jerking cock. Even as my cock softened I felt little waves of pleasure with each stroke.

Her orgasm had subsided, but her voice was still in short raspy breaths. "You sure have one hell of an imagination for someone who doesn't have any fantasies. This elf is soaking wet."

I opened my eyes, turned, and winked at my wife. I was spent but if she was as wet as she said she was, I was going to enjoy getting her off again. I moved on top of her, my cum sticking between us. She took my soft penis in her mouth and began licking me clean. A quick dip of my finger told me that she was as wet as she had said she was, maybe more.

"Do elves like to have their pussies licked?" I teased.

"Mmm. Yes, but we're not allowed to date boy elves at Santa's shop so we don't get it often enough."

I looked back at her and winked. "Well, I'll see what I can do about that."



People Watching



The following short story probably won't meet your expectations if you are a regular reader of Literotica. However, I have to write this story. Knowing it to be true influenced my decision. Enjoy.

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Age is a scary thing. Along with age comes intelligence, but declining health.

Youth provides virility, but naiveté.

Roger is a fifty five year old computer technician for a large law firm. He's been married to one woman for thirty two years. They rarely have sex anymore, but don't love each other any less because of it. Roger's wife has simply lost the urge. It comes with age.

Roger is not an exceptionally handsome man, but makes up for it with intelligence, wit and charm. He's fun to be around and gets along with people of all ages. It's a requirement of his job.

Kristin is one of the attorneys in the firm. She's twenty five and exceptionally pretty. She has short, straight black hair that frames her cute face perfectly. Kristin is short with a nicely proportioned body.

Everybody in the firm knows her to be constantly smiling and laughing. Still single, she's sought after by nearly all the single male attorneys. But there's an unwritten rule that says such couplings are discouraged within the firm.

That rule doesn't apply to Roger. So when he traveled to her office's location for two weeks to help with a new computer system being installed--and the two hit it off instantly--neither of them felt constrained.

What started out as enjoyable banter between them turned into flirtatious teasing as the first week progressed. By Wednesday, they were both thinking about the other almost all the time. Roger sat in his motel room and masturbated to images of Kristin dressed in something besides her conservative suits...or naked. Kristin spent nights in her condo summoning up the courage to ask Roger out on a date.

On Friday, she finally invited him to go see a new movie with her. He quickly agreed and afterwards they had dinner. They went their separate ways at the end of the evening, agreeing to call each other over the weekend. It was a safe, pleasurable way to be together. But they both suspected, rightfully, that if they continued to see each other a physical relationship might ensue.

Kristin could only make it to noon on Saturday before calling Roger at his hotel. She asked if he wanted to meet her for dinner at a favorite place of hers. She ensured him the dress was casual, as if that would help influence his decision. Roger said 'yes' and the time and place was set.

Roger walked into the front door of the English style pub and saw Kristin sitting in the waiting area. She wore a knit top with a deep cut v-neck. Her breasts peeked out as if to taunt him. Her jeans were tight and appeared to have never been worn before.

"Hi, Kristin," Roger said as he approached. "You look fabulous."

His eyes scanned her smallish frame. "Thank you," she acknowledged. "I said it was casual."

"I'm beginning to believe you'd look good in anything," Roger said truthfully.

They were led to a table and ordered drinks. The talk was non-stop as they worked their way through appetizers and the main course. An hour and a half blew past way too quickly for their liking.

While waiting for the check, Kristin asked, "Does your hotel room have a good view?"

"Actually, yes," Roger said. "It looks right down onto the public square. It's great for people watching."

"Is that a hobby of yours?"

Roger smiled. "I thought that was a universal hobby."

"You're right," Kristin acknowledged.

"Will you share a drink and people watch with me tonight?" Roger said, fully expecting to get turned down.

"Sure," Kristin replied quickly. She grinned at the somewhat surprised look on Roger's face.

"Great." A million thoughts ran through Roger's head in the next few seconds. It had been a long, long time since he felt so nervous around a woman. He felt a little guilty about constantly sneaking peeks at her half-exposed chest, but she was SO gorgeous. And young. And sexy. In less than half an hour they would be in his hotel room.

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Roger closed the door to the hotel room and set the deadbolt. Kristin had walked into the room a few feet and waited for him.

"I promised you a drink. All I have is wine," Roger said apologetically.

"That's fine. I like wine," Kristin said.

"Sit down," Roger said.

Kristin was amused by the man's uneasiness around her. Part of her was pleased her mere presence made him uncomfortable. Another part wanted him to just relax and be himself.

"Thank you," she said as he handed her a motel water glass three-quarters filled with white wine.

Roger sat in a chair a few feet away. "It's not a suite, but it's mine," he said, waving his arm in the direction of the rest of the room. "This is what you get when the company pays for it."

"It's about the size of my first apartment school," Kristin said.

"And now you live in a mansion."

"Hardly," she said. "A condo. It's all I need."

"Until you're married," Roger said, taking a drink.

"Don't hold your breath."

They talked for another fifteen minutes and then Kristin stood and moved over to the large window at the end of the room. A very sheer, mesh-like curtain hung over the window and she could easily look out without opening it. The public square five stories below was bustling with people.

"You're right. This is a great view," Kristin said.

Roger was more interested in viewing Kristin's body outlined against the window. The gentle curves of her breasts, hips and ass caused a stirring between his legs he had not felt in a long time.

"What do you see?" he asked her.

"Well, there's a couple making out on a bench."

Roger put his glass on the table and stood up. He moved so that he stood next to and a little behind Kristin. He looked down on the crowd and quickly picked out the couple in question. They were, indeed, in the middle of an overly zealous embrace.

"They should get a room," Kristin said dryly.

"Maybe they like being seen," Roger countered.

"That's a little weird."

"Is it? Don't you think we all have a little exhibitionist in us?" Roger asked.

Kristin turned towards him with a look of reservation. Then she returned her attention to the young couple on the bench.

Roger moved directly behind Kristin. He hesitated for a moment, then put his hands on her waist. He felt her flinch at his touch, but she did not move away or say a word to him.

"Do you enjoy watching them? Does it excite you?" he asked.

"Well, I wouldn't say it excites me."

"Then why do you watch?" Roger moved his hands slightly higher on Kristin's body.

"To see what they'll do next," Kristin said.

Roger had his hands on the outside of Kristin's top, just inches from the bottom of her breasts. He could smell her hair and a light, delicate perfume. "Maybe they'll have sex."

"Yeah, right," Kristin groaned.

"Have you ever had sex in public?" he asked her.

"I'm not that type."

"How do you know?" Roger finally let his fingers touch Kristin's breasts. He was thrilled at her apparent acceptance of his actions, but was prepared for resistance at any time. "You could start out slowly. Maybe just expose a breast."

He moved one hand on top of her right breast. Most of his hand was on bare skin, but a couple fingers rested on her top. He pushed his hand down, moving the material with it until Kristin's nipple was visible.

Roger felt his cock growing harder and harder. He tried to keep it away from her ass so she didn't know how hard he was getting. Yet, he wanted to hold her tighter...and press against her incredible body.

Roger let Kristin's nipple lay exposed for a few seconds, then moved his hands to the bottom of her shirt. He began to lift it slowly. "Tell me you haven't thought about being naked in front of a crowd of people."

"I haven't thought about...being naked...in front of a crowd...of people." She hesitated each time Roger pushed the top higher. By the time she was done, he was ready to lift it over her breasts. Kristin held her breath as her top was pulled up to her armpits. Cool air rushed across her bare breasts.

"You're excited, Kristin. Look at those nipples."

"I'm just cold," she said softly.

"You're lying. You're excited. See all those people down there? If they looked up here right now they'd see your beautiful, firm breasts and those hard pink nipples. They'd all want to have sex with you, Kristin. You'd have your choice of anybody down there. Even the guy on the bench."

Kristin was silent. She wasn't sure she could talk if she wanted to. Then Roger was pulling off her top and she was naked from the waist up—facing out onto the public square—with only a sheer curtain between her and the people so close below.

Finally, Roger couldn't prevent himself from letting their bodies come together. He cupped both of Kristin's breasts in his hands, pulled her back, and pressed his cock against her ass. No amount of clothing could hide his erection.

Kristin's heart pounded at the sensation of Roger's hands on her breasts and his obviously hard cock against her ass. She thought about his words. Was it possible he was right? Did she want people to watch her?

Roger squeezed her nipples between his fingers. He heard Kristin try to catch her breath the harder he pinched. She leaned back against his body.

"I bet you'd rather be down there in the park, letting people watch somebody play with your nipples," he said into her ear.

Kristin shook her head 'no', but didn't say a word. Her actions convinced Roger he was right. "Or are you satisfied with revealing yourself to them from up here?"

No answer. "Are you wet, Kristin?" he asked. She shook her head again.

Roger moved one hand down her stomach and barely into the top of her jeans. They were too tight for him to continue, so he unbuttoned them. Roger pulled down the zipper.

"Just think of it, Kristin. All those people. Watching YOU."

Roger slid a hand inside the top of Kristin's panties. At first her jeans were unyielding, but the harder he pushed the farther his fingers sank into them. He felt the short, fine hair above her clit.

"Take off your jeans, Kristin. Let them see your beautiful legs."

He wanted Kristin to take the next few steps. Roger wanted HER to submit to her own desires and needs. Sure enough, Kristin slowly pushed down her jeans, gradually letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. She kicked the pants aside.

His hands were on the outside of her legs, feeling the smooth skin. Roger's fingers rose to the bottom of Kristin's tiny panties, following the edge of the material around to her ass. He caressed her softly, slipping his fingers inside her panties. Roger didn't squeeze or grip her skin for fear of scaring her off. He just touched her. Then he moved his hands around to the front of her panties.

"Now, let me ask you again: Are you wet?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"What made you wet?"

"Getting undressed," she said.

"Getting undressed for me...or for all those people down in the square?" Roger asked. His face was buried in her hair next to her ear.

"Them."

"Wouldn't it be even more stimulating if you were naked?" he asked.

They both knew it was more than a lame attempt by the much older man to get a beautiful young woman naked. He was pushing Kristin to explore an area of herself she didn't know existed.

"Pretend you are down there, in the middle of all those people. They are looking at you in your panties, hoping to get to see you naked. Some of them are touching you like I am."

Roger's hands were all over Kristin—from her breasts to her waist and hips to her ass and the front of her panties.

"Do it, Kristin. Get naked for them."

Roger stepped back and let Kristin pull off her panties. He couldn't help but stare at the stunning ass that was now just a couple feet in front of him. Then he looked at the smooth curves of her thighs and calves; the sexy arch of her back; and, her bare breasts.

"Doesn't that feel good?" Roger asked.

"Yes." Kristin's voice was shaky, but Roger believed her.

"Let them see you, Kristin. Let them see that beautiful body." He watched her stand a little taller, with her chest thrust out and her arms at her side. "Have you picked anybody out, yet? Is there anybody down there you want touching you?"

Kristin stared down on the crowd for a second. Then she pointed: "That guy."

"Which one?"

"The guy in the red t-shirt...by the fountain," she said.

Roger saw him. He was young and athletic looking. Maybe twenty. Roger didn't mind that she chose a younger man.

"Ah, yes. Would you like to have sex with him...down there...with everybody watching?" Roger asked.

Never in a million years did Kristin imagine she would ever want to do a thing like that. But her pussy dripped with desire at the thought of it now.

"Yes," she purred.

In the excitement of her stripping naked and picking out an imaginary 'mate', Kristin never noticed that Roger stood behind her with his pants open and his hard cock sticking out. But she couldn't avoid noticing it when he stepped forward and placed the tip of his cock on her ass.

"He wants to take you from behind, Kristin. Spread your legs for him."

Her tiny feet shuffled apart and Roger saw her glistening pussy open up for him. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks, then slid one hand between her legs.

"This makes you SO wet, doesn't it?" His hand was sliding across her pussy, feeling the moisture. Roger touched her clit and felt Kristin's entire body twitch. "Tell me what you want, Kristin."

"I want his cock. I want him deep inside me."

"Do you want him to fuck you?" Roger asked, his hands back on her ass.

"Yes."

"Tell him. Tell the guy what you want, Kristin."

"Fuck me. Fuck me from behind." Kristin's voice was stronger, louder, and more desperate.

"Beg him."

"Please! Fuck me...now!"

Roger thrust his cock into Kristin with such force that she cried out loudly in surprise and excitement. She put her hands up just in time to keep herself from falling into the window. The thin curtain was slippery on the glass, but she managed to steady herself. Only then did she concentrate on the sensation of Roger's thick cock sliding in and out of her.

Then, to Roger's surprise, Kristin flung the curtain open so that nothing stood between the couple having sex and the window...and the outside world.

"That's it, Kristin. Let them see you. They're watching you fuck and you love it."

She did. She actually did love it. Her breasts swung back and forth with her motion and she raised her hands on the glass so they were more visible. She spread her legs wider, revealing her clit to anybody watching. Kristin was nearly hugging the window.

"Fuck me!" she squealed. "Oh God, fuck me!"

Roger's cock drove into the young woman's pussy with increased speed, causing Roger's body to slap against Kristin's ass with each thrust. He held her by the hips, but she was well-balanced against the window. He felt her squeeze her pussy around his shaft and he moaned his approval.

It only took a couple minutes for Kristin to feel the first signs of an orgasm. She pushed her ass back into Roger, wanting more and more of his cock. Then she knew it was almost time.

"God, yes. Yes! Now...fuck me harder!"

Roger rammed his cock into her as hard as he could. He, too, was close but would do anything to please this woman before he came.

"Now! I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"

Kristin let her body collapse against the window while Roger sent her over the edge. She cried out as her body shook with wave after wave of pleasure. Each of his thrusts caused her to moan while her orgasm went on and on. The cold glass pressed against her ultra-sensitive nipples. She never wanted his cock to leave her pussy as another orgasm began.

Finally, when Roger sensed Kristin was almost done, he allowed himself to cum. With a loud grunt, he pushed into her and unleashed a long, hot stream of cum into her pussy. Again and again he drove into her and filled her with his fluid. He watched her ass, pink from where his body had made contact, quiver back and forth.

A minute later, it was over.

Kristin turned around and fell into Roger's arms. She kissed him passionately and Roger held her tight. Then she looked up at him.

"My God, Roger. That was...incredible."

He smiled back down at her, not sure how to respond.

"Do you realize," she continued, "that was the very first time...in my entire life...that I came without having to touch myself? I didn't know it was possible."

"I'm glad," Roger said. "I'm glad I made you happy."

"Happy? You drove me fucking crazy. I've never cum like that. Ever."

"Maybe you should hang out with more 'old' guys," Roger said. "Instead of that kid down there."

They both laughed as Roger pointed down at the public square. It seemed SO close...so full of people. Perfect for people watching. 



People Watching



I'm convinced that people watching is one of life's greatest and simplest pleasures. There is as much entertainment in seeing a variety of human behavior walking past as there is in the fashion displayed in a variety of human shapes and sizes.

The day had been long and I was enjoying a light dinner at an open café in the hotel. Dining alone on business trips was not unusual and sometimes the peace and quiet of the meal helped wind down the day. Plus, one always had to be careful about extending dinner invitations to anyone associated with the company you were calling on to prevent the appearance of impropriety.

The scenery tonight was a mix of late day tourist and early evening diners. The casual dress of the day for many was soon to be replaced with a change of dress to the more formal. This was more obvious with the older set than youth. While the ladies of my generation (of the 50's and 60's) had casual blouses and walking slacks, the youth had on black jeans and t-shirts with a variety of body jewelry mixed in. While the tightness of the youthful shape is always appealing to the eyes, the maturing that comes with the older models often makes for a more desirable experience.

"Can I get you anything else?" My waitress was an attractive brunette that was probably in her mid-30's. Despite coming across strangers all day long, she did have a warmth to her that made the meal more enjoyable.

"No, it was very good and I just need the check now, please." While she was organizing the folder with my bill in it, I asked her, "By the way, would you happen to know of a bar here in the hotel that is open like this?"

"Are you looking for a particular type of bar or just someplace where you can people watch" she asked.

"Mainly people watch. Quieter is better but I doubt if I will be there long enough for that to matter," I said.

"There is a lounge called 'Sunset' just around the corner. Should be just what you are looking for.

I thanked her and checked out her ass as she walked off. It had a nice shape and sway, considering you really can't tell much in restaurant skirts. At my age, women who are polite and interesting don't have to have the perfect body any more. The intellectual and conversational thing becomes just as important.

"Sunset" was busy for only 7 pm so I grabbed the last seat at the bar, facing the courtyard.

"Is this seat taken? I asked. The man on the left just gestured for me to help myself and the woman on the right responded, "It's yours for the taking."

After my bourbon and water came, I took a quick sip and heard the woman say, "Long day?"

Somewhat surprised to have a woman open up a conversation in a bar with me, I replied, "Well yes, does it show?"

"Not too badly. Just thought you might be like me and be grabbing that unwind cocktail before calling it a day."

Over the next half hour I learned her name was Victoria, she was from Chicago, in her mid-forties and had only been in LA for the past two days, going home the day after tomorrow. For her this was a long trip and she was ready to go home. 

"So you like to people watch, do you Harry?" she asked. "What do you find most interesting or should that be obvious to me?"

"What do you mean obvious?" I said.

She dropped her voice slightly so as not to be heard beyond the two of us. In doing so her blouse opened to the point where I was now paying attention to her figure as well as holding a conversation. The swell of her breasts was apparent as was her white lace bra.

"I figured all men just checked out boobs and butts. The hotter the figure, the more they drooled."

"That was certainly true when I was younger," I said. "But now I focus less on the figure and more on how adventurous I think the person is. You know, the person they only let out when in private surroundings."

"Hmmmm," she said. "So you look at a passerby and do a little fantasizing at the same time it sounds like."

"Now that you put it that way, that's pretty much it," I said. I noticed Victoria now looking at me directly into my eyes and smiling. She was an attractive woman, blue eyes, full face, shoulder length brown hair, all of which was highlighted by the typical dark suit of a mid-west business person.

"So, pick out someone walking by and tell me what kind of fantasy you are thinking of," she said.

"I couldn't do that here in public, I'd get arrested." I turned my gaze back to the passersby to see if she would be offended, neutral or more interested.

"Would you tell me if we were in a more private place?" she asked.

"I don't know. Sometimes the details are graphic. I wouldn't want to offend you."

"Believe me I have heard it all, it would be hard to offend me. I know a place where we can continue this conversation if you'd like to join me?

"Lead the way," I said.

We both downed the last sip of our drink. Victoria slipped out of her chair and started walking through the bar out to the main lobby with me following. She had the figure of a middle aged woman but with a tight waist line and generous ass. My first thought was how it would feel to fuck her doggy style, holding on to that skinny waist while bouncing my groin off those generous ass cheeks, then shooting my cum all over them.

Busted! Victoria looked over her shoulder to see if I was following her and caught me checking out her ass. She just grinned and kept walking.

Into the elevator we went with several others, not a word said. She looked at me with a quizzical look and then put her hand on the button panel. Realizing she wanted the number of my floor, I told her "12 please". We got off on the 12th floor and she followed me to my door. As I opened the door, I gestured for her to enter, ladies first.

"Is this a private enough place to finish that conversation?" she asked setting her purse down on the bed..

"I think so," I said.

"Do you mind if I get rid of this?" she asked. Victoria took off the jacket to her business suit and hung it up. Meanwhile, I found a light jazz station on the clock radio just to take the edge off the room.

"Make yourself comfortable," I said and proceeded to make us each a drink from the room's mini bar.

She started to kick off her dress shoes but I stopped her. "Could you do me a favor and leave those on? I asked.

With a knowing smile she said, "If you like. But I do need to get rid of these pantyhose. I'll be right back." With that she stepped into the bathroom.

In the meantime I hung my coat over one of the chairs in the room and kicked off my shoes. There was hard liquor in the bar but I chose to pour us each a glass of white wine.

Victoria came out of the restroom. I watched her breasts bounce gently under her blouse as she came to me, got her glass of wine and held it up. Looking me in the eyes she said, "Cheers!" We each took a sip of wine and continued to inspect each other.

Victoria raised her right hand and started rubbing it over my chest, as if checking out the contour of my muscles. In return, I placed my left hand on her waist, rubbing her lower back and encouraging her to come closer.

"I have an idea," she said.

"What's that?"

"Rather than talking about fantasies with strangers, why don't we act out our own? Since you have so many fantasies, I'm sure you have one you have always wanted to act on but never had the opportunity. This might just be the time."

I looked at Victoria and replied, "Are you sure? It would probably involve games and nakedness and lots of dirty talk, etc. Might be more than you want to tackle...." While I was really hoping she would be interested, I was also cautious that she didn't start something she couldn't finish.

"Oooooh, I think I can handle it," she said looking into my eyes.

I was pretty sure she was game but I had to make sure she wasn't bluffing. Taking my hand off her waste, I took her right hand and gradually moved it down to my crotch so she was holding my cock.

I did not have to wait long for her reaction. She smiled and started stroking my cock through my pants.

"Ummm, you must like my idea, your cock is already hard! Do you want to fuck my pussy with that hard cock from behind?" she asked.

I must have had a surprised look on my face as she grinned and said, "See, I don't mind dirty talk, and nakedness and stuff. Plus I saw you checking me out when we left the bar. Now, want to share that fantasy?"

"OK," I said. "I've always wanted to play strip poker with some special rules."

"And those rules are......?" she asked, as she took another sip of her wine, but not letting go of my cock.

"Winner gets to decide what loser takes off. Winner gets to decide who takes it off. Winner can kiss any part of the losers body that is not covered by clothing or can have the loser kiss them on any part of their body not covered by clothing. Every round ends with a kiss to keep things friendly. First one with no clothes has to be a slave to the winner for 30 minutes, nothing kinky but no balking. Still interested?" I looked into her eyes while waiting for an answer.

"Sure, it will be fun to have you as my slave for 30 minutes, Harry. But we have no cards."

"You refill the drinks and I'll get things set up," I said.

We sat across from each other at the small desk. It was decided we would play hi-low with one draw each hand with numbers written on slips of paper.

Victoria was staring at my crotch and said, "Not yet." She proceeded to cross her legs, purposely opening them to show me her white panties and then pulled the hem of her skirt up until two thirds of her legs were showing.

"Now I'm ready. Hope you aren't too distracted," she said with a sly grin.

"Oh I'm definitely distracted but in a very good way," I said. "Ladies first....go ahead and draw."

Victoria pulled a slip of paper from the envelope and showed it to me. It said "4".

"Your turn," she said.

I reached into the envelope and my slip of paper read "6". I showed it to her.

"Looks like you win the first round," she said with a smile. "What do I take off?"

I looked at Victoria and said, "I want to take it off and I think I'll start with your skirt. Stand up for me and turn around."

"Yes sir," she said in a very playful tone. She stood up, turned around and held her hands clasped in front of her. Her skirt dropped to its normal length, falling just above the knee.

I reached up, undid the button and zipper and gently pulled the skirt down until she was able to step out of it.

Victoria started to turn around and sit but I stopped her. "Wait," I said, "I still get to kiss you wherever I want."

Sounding a little confused, she looked over her shoulder and said, "OK, go ahead."

Placing her skirt folded on the bed, I ran my hands up the back of her thighs and gently raised the bottom of her blouse to waste high. She shivered a bit with the path my hands were taking then stood quietly waiting to find out where I would kiss her.

Victoria had white boy shorts on that did a fabulous job of highlighting the roundness of her ass. After taking in the picture for a moment, I planted a nice wet kiss on the inside of both thighs, just under her pussy.

"I think that was two kisses," she said, sitting down. "But I will forgive you this time. Now do we still kiss before the next round?"

"Absolutely." With that we leaned in to each other and gave each other a light French kiss. 

"We need to improve on that next round," Victoria said. ""Your turn to go now."

While I selected my slip from the envelope Victoria continued, "For a guy who likes dirty talk, you are pretty mellow."

"I've been holding back so I didn't offend you but I can change that," I said. Then holding up my slip I showed her and "8".

Victoria reached in for her slip and pulled out a "2". "Shit! Ok, what goes now?"

I smiled at her and stared at her legs again.

"I think it is time I found out how you like to shave your pussy. Stand up facing me so I can remove your panties," I said.

Victoria stood up with her arms crossed on her chest. Again I ran my hands up her legs from the knee to her waistline.

Shivering she said, "That's cheating you know."

"Getting a little excited are you?" I asked.

"Just wait til I get my turn!" she said in a competitive but joking tone of voice.

I placed my fingers in the waistband of her panties and started pulling them down. When they were half way down I told her to hold her blouse up so I could see better. She pulled her blouse up to her waste line and held it there for me.

I continued to pull her panties down, revealing a lush bush of hair, reaching from hip to hip and moist around her pussy. As I had her step out of them, I was careful not to get them caught on her heals. Once in my hands, I held the crotch up to my nose to get a gentle whiff of her pussy scent. She just watched with a grin on her face.

"Have a seat and spread your legs wide," I told her.

Victoria sat but only slowly parted her legs, knowing my eyes were ready to take in the full view of her exposed and wet pussy.

Once spread, I got on my knees in front of her and gave her pussy a lick from the bottom to top, with a short kiss on her clit before returning to my chair.

"Again I think you cheated. That was more of a lick than kiss," she said.

"Complaining?"

"Not a bit. In fact, you'll be licking my pussy a lot more when I win this game."

"Oh, I'll be licking you all right," I said, "just before I roll you over and give your pussy a good fucking."

Victoria moaned at that comment and reached forward to provide her side of the end of the round kiss. This time it was deep and wet French kiss that lasted a full 15 seconds.

Sitting back in her chair, Victoria crossed her legs and straightened her blouse so as to provide as much coverage as possible to her present nakedness.

"A little self conscious about being naked?" I asked.

"Not at all, Harry. Just don't want you to be distracted and blame me when you lose the game," she said smiling.

"Well I think I want to be distracted, it won't bother me at all. I think you should open those legs back up so I can look at what I have won so far whenever I want."

Partially miffed yet partially excited, Victoria spread her legs, knowing just when to stop so that I could get my view but she was not widely on display.

The next slips of card were pulled with Victoria getting a "10" and me a "3".

"Ok, Harry, stand up and drop those pants. You do it and I'll watch."

And watch she did. Her eyes started on my crotch and never left them the entire time. Once I returned to my seat she got on her knees in front of me, with her hands on my thighs.

"Spread real wide so I can...." As her voice trailed off, Victoria reached down with her tongue and licked the inside of both of my thighs, then licked my cock all along its length through my underwear, kissing the head.

"Kiss?" she said and gave me our end of round French kiss before returning to her chair, only this time with her legs spread as before.

"Keep you legs spread, too," she said staring at my crotch. "I'm going to get a good look at your cock real soon when I win this next hand."

We both broke our gaze long enough to pick our next slips. Victoria pulled a "6", I pulled a "7".

"Guess it's the blouse, huh?" she said.

I nodded and she started to undo the buttons. Glancing back at me she confirmed I wanted her to complete he process alone. Once done she was sitting clad in only her white lace bra, with her dark brown nipples now clearly visible.

"Ready to be shocked?" I asked.

"Sure," she said with a challenging look.

"I want you to stand up, turn around, and bend over the chair so I can kiss you."

With a grin, Victoria figured I was going to give her pussy a lick again only from another angle. She bent over but not far enough for my needs.

"Farther, so that your back is almost flat."

Victoria did as I requested. I got on my knees behind her, placed one had on each buttock and pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her little rosebud. Before she figured it out, I began tonguing her asshole.

"Oh!" she said. I couldn't tell if she was surprised, disgusted or enjoying it. Nonetheless, I gave her asshole five good licks, mostly in circles before I stopped and backed away.

"I didn't expect that."

"Haven't you ever had that done to you before?"

"Yes, but I didn't think you were the kind of guy willing to do that."

Sensing that ass play was OK, I wanted to see how much Victoria was game for.

"Are you willing to do that to me? I might be asking you to when I win the game......"

Victoria looked at me smugly and said, "I might ....but you haven't won yet."

"Do you like being fucked in the ass? Or is your ass a virgin?" I was curious what she would tell me and how far she would go with this topic.

"That's for me to know and you to find out. Besides, it might be you getting fucked in the ass later...."

I was curious about that comment but left it alone for now.

She again sat down with her legs crossed and with a waive of my hand I indicated she should sit with her legs spread so I could look at her pussy whenever I wanted. Before adjusting herself she stood up and began walking to the bathroom.

"I need to put a towel under me or I'm going to make a mess on this chair." Another moment I was hoping for came to pass---watching this lovely woman with the full ass walking away from me in her heels and then coming back as well, breasts bouncing and pussy in full view. Just what the voyeur in me needed. I'm not sure my dick could've gotten any harder and she knew that by looking.

Victoria spread the towel over the chair and sat back down, this time with legs spread. With only her bra left, I stated the obvious.

"Looks like I need just one more win and you're mine for the next half hour!"

"It's not over yet," she said pulling a "9" out of the envelope, much higher than my "2". "Stand up and come over here."

Victoria spread her legs wide inviting me to stand in the middle of them, very close to her. So close my crotch was in her face.

"Now, don't say a word while I get rid of your underwear, OK?" With that, she used her right hand to give me a smack on my ass as a way to emphasize the command.

With hands at my side I just looked down and watched. Victoria looked up at me briefly, grinned then stared directly at my cock as she slowly lowered by underwear.

As she pulled my underwear all the way down in back, she placed one hand on each cheek of my ass and began squeezing. She continued this on and off while placing her teeth on the front of my underwear and continuing to pull them off.

At this point my cock was so hard she could not get the front of underwear off without using her hands. Pulling my underwear out she released my cock out into the open and watched the underwear fall to the floor.

"Remember....don't move...." She repeated.

With my cock level with her face, she returned her right hand to my ass check and began squeezing again. With her left hand, she gently took hold of my cock and moved it to the side. Once my cock was out of the way, she gently placed her mouth around my hairy balls and started sucking them.

While the warmth of her mouth around my balls was incredible to say the least, she also did this massaging motion with her tongue at the same time that just about made me go through the roof.

She further compounded the pleasure by now gently and slowly stroking my cock with her left hand, up and down, and periodically just on the head. The pre-cum was starting to ooze out.

"This is wonderful but you need to stop," I said, "or this game is about to be over."

Releasing my balls Victoria just stared at my cock and said. "I guess I'll just have to wait to continue this when I win the next round. Now give me a kiss."




People Watching



With that she released my cock and ass, leaned up and kissed me and I sat back down. Looking over at her she had already anticipated my request for her to spread her legs so I could continue my voyeuristic view of her pussy.

This time, however, she grinner and motioned with her own hands for me to spread my legs as well. Seemed she wanted to enjoy the view she had earned of the hard, bouncing cock between my legs and wet balls from her attention.

"If I would have thought I would be on such display on this trip, I would've trimmed a bit." I said.

"That's alright." She said. "I like a lot of hair and I like my men to have a lot of hair. It's sexier." With that she smiled and reached up to remove a pubic hair from around her lips, obviously from her latest adventure to my groin.

"Your turn, Victoria," I said.

With only one piece of clothing left for each of us, this last draw would determine the winner of the game and who would be whose slave in bed. The tension was showing on both our faces.

"Are you in a hurry, Harry, or can I suggest a short diversion to the game." she asked.

"Suggest away."

"I would suggest the loser of the next round has to tell a story about their past. The winner gets to pick the subject. And to keep things a little bit balanced, we will both masturbate at the same time while the story is being told. Like my idea?" Victoria asked.

"I think it's a great idea. Ladies first," I said motioning to the envelope.

We put all the numbers used so far back into the envelope, as if beginning from scratch. Victoria pulled a "3", I pulled a "4".

"What do you want to hear about," she asked.

"There are so many choices," I said. "How about the first time you sucked a guy's cock and swallowed his cum?" 

Victoria laughed lightly. "It's going to be a short story but here goes." With that she moved her right hand through her wet bush to her pussy and began rubbing it gently in circles. At the same time, she looked at my cock, nodding her head, reminding me to start stroking as well. Using my right hand, I began to slowly run it up and down the length of my cock, purposely trying not to exert too much pressure so I wouldn't cum.

"It was actually my first year in college. I was a late bloomer so to speak. A boy from my afternoon English class invited me over to his apartment to study for mid-terms. After about an hour, we had both lost interest in English and somehow ended up on his couch making out. While he was sucking on my boobs and trying to get his hands down my pants, he moved my right hand to his crotch so I could stroke him. That only lasted a few minutes before he sat up, slid his pants and underwear down to his knees, and placed his hand on the back of my head urging my head down. I figured, what the heck, I had given hand jobs, might as well try sucking. I wasn't very good but I don't think he cared. After running my mouth up and down his cock about three times, he exploded without warning. I just swallowed pretty much in self defense."

Victoria then moved her hand from her pussy to her mouth and gave her index finger a good long lick. "Good story, Harry?"

"Very nice," I said. "Ready for the next round?"

"You first." she said, moving her hand back to her pussy.

I pulled a "5" and she pulled an "8".

"Your shirt and you lose or a story....I'll give you a choice," Victoria said, again giving my hard cock a good long look.

"A story this time."

Victoria thought for a moment. "I think you've been around a lot more than you lead most people to believe so I need to get really creative on this one. Ever been with another man?"

"Sorry, nope. No story to share there. You'll have to pick another topic."

"Hmmm, let's see. How about your first threesome? I bet you've been in a threesome before."

"OK," I said, "there is a story there. Here goes."

Victoria just smiled, knowing she had uncovered something she did not expect to. She anxiously awaited the details.

"I was in college at the time also. My next door neighbors at my apartment complex had an extra ticket to the football game and invited me to go. We came back after the game to their apartment and passed around some beers and sat on the couch to relax and watch some TV. A few minutes later Brad excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving me alone with Susan on the couch. Brad was gone a while when Susan mentioned he left on purpose to give us a chance to get to know each other better. With that she leaned in and gave me a deep French kiss and began stroking my cock through my pants. After a minute or two of this and realizing she was serious, I began fondling her tits through her blouse, pleasantly discovering no bra."

"It wasn't two minutes later she unzipped my pants, took my cock out and started sucking it. With a little encouragement, I pulled her blouse up to the top of her chest and continued my fondling of her tits and lightly pinching her nipples. At this point, Brad quietly came back into the room with a smile on his face. He moved Susan onto the floor on her knees, flipped her skirt up to her waste, dropped his own pants and started fucking her while she kept sucking my cock."

"That sounds hot," Victoria said. "Were you freaked out?"

"It was a combination of bizarre and exciting. We soon got rid of all our clothes and all moved to the floor. I fucked Susan while she was on her back and he fucked her mouth. Then Brad and I switched places. I fucked her mouth until I came, he filled her pussy with cum."

"So would you ever do a threesome again?" she asked.

"Times are different but in the right circumstances, probably yes."

At this point I had to stop stroking my cock or I would've come. I could see Victoria getting closer and decided to encourage her.

"Go ahead and finish," I said, "you will be ready again much sooner than me."

With that Victoria smiled, leaned back in her chair and gave a slight exhale. The fingers of her right hand started moving quicker, occasionally invading her pussy and fucking it. In less than a minute she was making short gasps for air, having a wonderful orgasm.

Out of her dreamy eyes she just smiled, again looking at my cock, knowing she was ready for more direct action.

I let her recuperate for a moment before speaking to her.

"Last hand, loser is the winner's slave for 30 minutes, OK?"

"What if I just decided I want to be your slave? Is that OK?" she asked.

"As long as you won't be sorry later....."

"Not a chance. I think it will be fun. OK master, what do I do first and the clock is running.....30 minutes remember......"

"First, take off the bra," I said while I took off my shirt at the same time. Now we were both naked. Her breasts looked like a perfect 34C, all natural, with nice eraser-like nipples on top. There was just enough sag to them to prove her age.

"Go into the bathroom and get the little bottle of lotion. And keep your heels on."

Victoria grinned, gave me a soft peck on the lips, and went to get the lotion. Standing back in front of me, holding the lotion, I gave her the next slave instruction.

"Put a nice coat of lotion on your right index finger and then kneel down and suck my cock." I slid down on my chair till my ass cheeks were right at the edge so she had ready access to cock, balls and asshole. As she got on her knees and lowered her mouth to my cock I told her, "now gently insert you finger in my ass at the same time."

She must have done this many times before as she readily found my asshole without missing a beat with her mouth. After making two circles of my rosebud with her fingertip to get it lubed, she gently inserted her index finger up to the last knuckle.

"You are the perfect little slave," I told her. "Now gently fuck my ass with your finger at the same time as you suck me."

Victoria hummed her acknowledgment of the instructions. While she moved her ruby red lips slowly up and down my cock, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind, she very slowly started sliding her finger in and out of my ass. It was obvious she had done this before as she started with a shallow penetration and gradually worked her way up to inserting her entire finger by the fourth or fifth stroke.

As I focused back on the pleasure her mouth was giving me, I noticed Victoria was now stopping at the top of my cock on her upstroke, taking the time to give the head a soft suck and then lick all around with her tongue before sliding the shaft back into her mouth until her nose was fully embedded in my pubic hair. She indeed was a practiced cock sucker.

I gently grabbed her by the hair and held her in place for a moment, savoring the feeling of my cock completely consumed by her mouth. Leaning down I whispered in her ear.

"You have given me great pleasure but we must move on."

With that I pulled her off my cock and gave her a deep kiss, at the same time raising my hands to tweak her hard nipples. Her finger stopped moving in my ass but she did not take it out. Not until I told her she could.

"Now, let's move over to the bed. I want you to bend over the bed with you head down and your hands on your ass, pulling your ass cheeks apart so I can lick your ass again."

With a nod of her head, Victoria slid her finger out of my ass, stood up and moved over to the bed where she took the position described to her.

As I stood up to follow her, I took in the lovely view of that ass in high heels, each cheek taking turns moving as she walked. At the same time, I also grabbed the small bottle of lotion and proceeded to set it on the nightstand well within reach. I didn't know if I was going to put it to use or not but I did want it to be handy, just in case.

Victoria turned her head sideways and flipped her hair over her opposite shoulder so that it would not be in her face. Smiling at me, she reached back with one hand on each cheek and slowly pulled them apart, revealing her pink rosebud and a pussy that was even wetter than before.

Kneeling behind her I gave each cheek a gentle slap. Then I ran a hand up and down each of her legs, stopping briefly at the junction between her legs to give her pussy several soft strokes on the outside lips. Each time I did this, a little shiver ran through her system and I could tell she was enjoying the tease.

Placing one hand on each hip, I decided it was time to dive back in and placed my face between her ass cheeks and began rimming her asshole. Immediately I heard her groan her approval.

"ummmmmm......," she said.

"You like having your asshole licked don't you, my little slave?" I asked.

For a moment there was no response.

"Say it, slave. Say, I love having my asshole licked," I told Victoria.

Victoria whispered the phrase but I wanted to hear it louder. I wanted to get her to voice her pleasure as each time I heard her talk dirty, my cock got even harder.

"I didn't hear you slave, what was that?"

"I love having my asshole licked," she repeated.

Hearing that, I focused my tongue on her opening and began to fuck her asshole with it. First short stabs, stopping to flatten it to give the outside a long lick, then back to longer stabs into her asshole.

"ummmm.....oh lick me," she whispered.

After a minute or two of this, my face was now as wet with saliva as was her ass. It was time to move on as my cock needed release.

Standing up, I left Victoria in her bent over position and went to the bathroom for a warm washcloth. After giving my face and hands a quick wash, I returned to the room and ran the warm wash cloth over her ass to freshen it. I gave her a second cloth to wipe her hands from her recent travels up my ass.

I gently stroked her pussy from behind while she freshened up. It was getting time to decide which hole I wanted to fuck and where to deposit my load. As delicious as her mouth was, I had already experienced that. I inserted one finger into her pussy to remind myself how hot and now, how tight, that opening was and waiting for me.

As she felt my finger penetrate her pussy, Victoria looked back at my and just grinned. After the first stroke or two of my finger, she started involuntarily moving her hips back and forth.

"Do you like having my finger in your pussy?" I asked.

"Yes, master," she said.

I continued finger fucking her and letting her enjoy the sensation. The aroma of her pussy was now filling the room.

I decided to play a little more with her ass before fucking her. I decided I would indeed fuck her pussy but the thought of coming on her face or all over that luscious mound of hair around her pussy were starting to dominate my thoughts.

I reach over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lotion. Removing my finger from her pussy, I lubricated it generously with lotion, gave her rosebud a light coating, and then proceeded to insert it up her asshole, slowly, all the way to the palm of my hand.

The look on Victoria's face showed her surprise at this new invasion but, with our earlier play, it was not uncomfortable. I didn't think she was much of an anal fan but she appeared to enjoy this level of play. She was playing my slave, yes, but that did not mean I didn't want her to enjoy herself as much as me.

I slowly started fucking her asshole with my index finger, slowly in and out, stopping for just a second to add a little more lotion. Again, her hips began their involuntary motion, in rhythm with my finger.

"Do you like that Victoria? Do you like being fucked in the ass by my finger?"

She did not answer with words, just a humming acknowledgement and with eyes closed.

Moving onto the bed on my knees, I placed my cock near her mouth. "Suck me," I said. Victoria grinned and took my cock back into her mouth, licking and sucking it like she was starving.

"So, slave," I said, "where would you like my load of cum tonight? In your mouth, in your pussy, on your tits, on your face...." Since all the options sounded good to me, I thought she might have a fantasy that she would like to indirectly include here.

Victoria let my saliva-coated cock slip from her mouth. "Anywhere you like but my butt. I don't really like to be fucked in the butt."

"That works for me. I think I'll fuck your pussy." With that I removed my finger from her ass, moved around behind her, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her wet, hairy pussy. Grabbing her by the hips, I slid my cock all the way in until pubic hair met pubic hair.

As I began sliding it in and out of this tight, velvet opening, I said, "I hope bareback is OK....."

"Ummmmm.....good cock....." was all she said.

"You like being fucked don't you? Say it out loud.....I like being fucked."

Victoria mumbled, "I like being fucked."

"Say, fuck me."

Victoria just groaned, obviously from the enjoyment of my cock still moving back and forth in her pussy.

"C'mon, say it.....fuck me."

"Fuck me......fuck me......ughhh." She said.

As I continued my thrusting and gradually picked up speed, I took in the sight of this curly haired brunette, head down, facing away from me with a sleek back, narrow waste and full hips, my cock slick with her juices as it went in and out of her pussy lips, giving me verbal encouragement to fuck her. As delicious as this was, I decided I wanted to try a few more things with Victoria before cumming so it was time to move on to our next position. 

I pulled my cock completely out of her and gave her the next instruction.

"Roll over onto your back and spread your legs as wide as you can," I said.

Victoria did as she was told, her eyes now half closed with lust. As she spread her legs I could see the layer of moisture on her pussy hair and her pussy lips enlarged, awaiting my return. Her nipples were hard with excitement and resembled pencil erasers. As our eyes met, she smiled and moved her hands down to her pussy so she could spread the lips apart.....a definite invitation to resume fucking her.

"Fuck me...." She whispered, obviously catching on that I liked her to talk dirty.

I placed my cock at her pussy and slid it all the way in, holding it there. I then placed each of her legs, with high heels still on her feet, over my shoulders. This was my second favorite position for fucking because I could get my cock so deep into her.

As I began moving in and out, Victoria closed her eyes, her breathing increasing in pace, her chest beginning to slightly heave.

"Do you like my cock in your pussy? Do you like feeling my balls bounce off your ass as I fuck you?

"Ummmm.....yes......yes......" was all she could muster.

"I love looking at your wet pussy as I fuck you. Maybe I will shoot my cum all over your hairy pussy and rub it in, getting you all sticky with cum...."

"Ummmm......shoot your cum wherever you want.....just not yet....keep fucking me....."

After a few more strokes I buried my cock all the way inside her and just held it there, content to be totally engulfed in the warmth of her pussy, feeling her clench her channel around my shaft on and off with her excitement, rubbing our moist crotch hair together. With just a little motion, I could easily add some friction to her clit, increasing her excitement even more. It was also a great time to suck on her tits, gently biting the nipples of each one. Before long, they were both moist with my saliva. After a few minutes, I stopped and just looked at her.

Victoria opened her eyes half way to look at me in a somewhat dreamy state. She place her hands on my shoulders, then began moving them down my chest, tweaking my nipples before running them across my stomach down to our enjoined crotches.

"Taking a break?" she asked.

I just nodded, continuing my slight grind on her clit but still no thrusting.

"Can I change my mind?" she asked, while slowly starting to grind her hips back into me.

"Change it about what?" I asked.

"Come here...." She said and reached up to bring my head down to her so she could whisper in my ear.

"I want to change my mind......" she whispered. As she spoke I started giving her light kisses along her neck, and started to slowly withdraw my cock from her pussy so I could begin a slow fuck again.

"Ummmmm.....don't take it out....." 

As I slid back into her, she continued her thoughts.

"Your cock is so hard....ummmmm....."

"It gets even harder when you talk dirty to me," I whispered in her ear.

"So, this might make you even harder.....you can take me any way you want......"

"I thought I was", I said, hoping she would continue.

Victoria backed away a bit and looked me in the eyes, then gave me a light kiss on the lips before continuing.

"You've sucked my tits, stuck your cock in my mouth and now fucked my pussy.....but now my ass needs attention and not from that tongue of yours......it needs something else....."

"I thought you said you didn't want to be fucked in your butt..." I said.

Victoria started grinding her hips even more against me, clearly liking the friction it was giving her clit and the resulting excitement.

"I trust you to be gentle and I don't think you are too big for me to try."

I reached in to kiss her gently and confirm to her I would be gentle.

"I can guarantee you that I probably won't last too long if we do it that way."

"I figured....".she said. "I've never let anyone cum in my butt but tonight I will let you be the first....if you want to......

Smiling back at Victoria, I began to move in her pussy again and whispered to her.

"My naughty little girl.....tell me what you want....whisper in my ear where you want me to stick this cock you have made so hard....."

Victoria grinned. "You are so bad.....ummmm.....stick your cock in my butt.....fuck my butt.....and cum in my butt.....I want it leaking out of me the rest of the night......"

As she talked, I could feel her pussy tightening down on me again. After a sloppy wet kiss, I straightened up and looked down at her.




People Watching



"Did you want to stay on your back or do this doggy style?" I asked.

"Let's do doggy.....fuck my butt doggy style....." Victoria continued the dirty talk, now enjoying it as much as I was.

Victoria assumed the position and with her head down on a pillow, reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart. As much as I enjoyed licking her ass hole before, she was ready to be fucked so the time for foreplay was over.

Grabbing the hotel lotion, I liberally coated her ass hole and my cock. I easily inserted one finger in her ass, and then two with no problem or discomfort on her part.

"Spread you legs a bit wider," I told her, so I could line my cock up easier.

"You are so ready, this will feel great for you," I said. I lined up the head of my cock to her rosebud and began pushing. The head easily slid in so I continued pushing slowly.

"Oh....your butt is so tight and hot," I whispered. "Do you want my cock up you butt?"

'Ummmm.....yes....yes....."

"Yes, what?" I said and stopped moving. I wanted her to keep talking and tell me how she was feeling.

"Stick your cock up my butt....all the way up my butt.....that's it....."

I eased my cock into her ass until I was buried balls deep in her. At that point I just held it there so she could adjust.

"My cock is all the way in your ass. You didn't think you could take it that easily did you....."

"ummm....no.....I feel so full.....hold still for a minute...."

I could feel her ass muscles adjusting to the new invasion and her just taking a moment to appreciate the sensation.

"Is it as good as you thought?" I asked.

With that, Victoria started moving her ass, back and forth in small fucking motions, telling me she was ready to be fucked now.

"Yes....."

Just to tease her, I grabbed her hips and stopped her from moving.

"Now my slave, put your left hand on the bed to steady yourself, and use your right hand to play with your pussy."

Victoria did as instructed and began to feverishly masturbate herself.

"Now, repeat again, what do you want?"

Victoria looked back at me with a smile, brushed the hair from her face and said, "I want you to fuck my butt and fill it with cum......"

"With pleasure....." I said and began slowly stroking in and out of her ass hole. I did my best to maintain my level of control so she could come and I could enjoy the site and feel of my cock going in and out of her ass.

After only a half dozen strokes, Victoria was cumming. She stopped moving, got rigid, and her breathing heavy.

"cumming.....cumming.....cumming....." she whispered.

I held still til her orgasm subsided, then decided I could not last any longer.

I leaned over her back to whisper to her...."I going to fill your butt with cum now....." and began to thrust more rapidly.

It was too hot and tight. Four or five thrusts later I buried my cock in her butt and held it there, shooting my load of cum up her ass.

"Oh....I can feel it.....keep cumming, keep cumming....." she said.

As my orgasm wound down and my cock began to shrink, I fell on Victoria's back from exhaustion. Reaching under her, I placed one hand on each breast and softly kneaded them, finishing my last few strokes in her ass before my cock slipped out.

"Fun?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!" she replied.

We lay there in a pool of sweat, fluids and lotion for a good ten minutes before she stirred and we rolled on our sides, facing each other.

"I never thought I would let someone do that to me," she said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"You just won't give up on the dirty talk will you?" she giggled. Victoria reached out and started stroking my limp cock.

"I never thought I would let someone fuck me and cum in my butt....or maybe I should say cum in my ass, that sounds sexier doesn't it?"

"I don't think it matters how you say it....just that you enjoyed it."

We looked at each other for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment. Then Victoria started getting off the bed.

"You're welcome to use my shower if you like," I said.

Victoria stood up, turned around giving me a full frontal view of her body and said, "I think I want to go back to my room just like this. I want to make this moment last a bit longer."

With that, she ran her index finger around her pussy, got it wet and extended her hand. I immediately moved up and licked all the juices from her finger, enjoying her smile as I did so.

She then took this same finger, and ran it up around her ass hole, scooping up what was obviously my cum leaking out of her. She then stuck this finger in her mouth and licked it clean.

"I better get dressed," she said.

With that I watched as she put all her clothes back on except her panties. It was almost as exciting to watch her dress as it was to watch her undress earlier. Just to add to the tease, she made sure she bent over a couple of times with her ass facing me, so I could see the cum dripping down her legs. Victoria noticed my cock starting to return to life.

"Someone likes to watch as much as they like to talk," she said, looking at my cock and grinning.

Once she was fully dressed, she reached for her panties and faced me. She picked up the hem of her skirt and gave her pussy a thorough wiping with her panties. Dropping her skirt, she handed her panties to me.

I stood up to face her and accept her gift.

"Thought you might like to keep these for a bit, to remember our adventure by," she said.

I took Victoria in my arms and we shared a long, sloppy French kiss. Then Victoria whispered in my ear.

"You can fuck me in the ass and leave your big load up there anytime....be good!"

Seeing the surprised look on my face, she smiled, gave me a wink, grabbed her purse and walked out of my hotel room door.

I took her panties and lifted them up to my nose and inhaled deeply,

You just never know what can happen while people watching.



People Watching



As has been the case with my more recent contributions, this is about sex (not much point in posting here if it wasn't), but there's not any overt, hot action. So, if it's graphical sex scenes you want -- pass on to the next contribution. As usual, this is much more about relationships. Also as usual, I really welcome comments and feedback both positive and negative -- providing it's constructive. It's how we learn and improve. But remember, it's a STORY.

xxxx

I love people watching! Though of course I have no qualifications in it -- well, as long as you don't count a GCSE B grade in Psychology. And coffee shops are great places to people watch. Over there are three nannies -- looking after the little darlings of career professionals - busy planning their Saturday evening let loose from the shackles of pseudo-motherhood.

And those two ... middle aged, holding hands across the table, loads of eye contact ... either having an affair, or maybe (let's be charitable) at the start of a new relationship. A table of sixth formers from the local college, noisily discussing homework and "what a complete knob the teacher is". Oh, almost missed him, Mr Anonymous, one of those people you never see, they just blend into the background. He's probably a spy -- would just melt into the background wherever he is.

Then next to him are the elderly couple, reading the newspapers, not talking. I wonder when I'm that old will Brett and I be like that? Either not wanting to, or maybe not needing to talk ... we'd just know each other so well, we can convey things with little looks, nods and smiles (or frowns!) Of course, the first thing Brett and I need to do is get married. I think we are the stage where it seems inevitable -- and I'm not complaining about that.

I finish my coffee, pick up my shopping and head for the station. Much easier to grab the train for a couple of stops than having to drive and park, especially as my shopping is pretty light -- some sexy lingerie to keep Brett happy, and some new shoes to keep me happy! Besides, I do enough driving for my job -- as an expert in corporate Health and Safety law, I travel a lot to see companies in the UK and increasingly Europe, though of course I don't drive to them!

The platform is busy, but the train is expected in a couple of minutes. And even if I have to stand it's only a ten minute journey. I resume my people watching. It's mainly shoppers and mainly women at that. Oh well, what's this? Nearly missed him with his hat on -- Mr Anonymous the spy is catching the train too. I smile to myself as I wonder who he's "tailing". I look around for likely suspects. Well, no one seems likely unless we have subversive housewives in darkest Surrey!

I clamber on to the train and manage to find a standing spot between the pushchairs and shopping bags. I see Mr Anonymous farther up the carriage, studying the rail map. My stop can't come soon enough and the train half empties at my station. We all file out and I set off on the ten minute walk home. After a short distance, and I don't know why, but I look round. The pavement is quite crowded but my friend the spy is amongst the crowd and heading in the same direction as me. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was following me.

I turn into the cul-de-sac where Brett and I live. As I get to the front door I look round, half expecting to see my "tail" -- but I just smile to myself as the road is empty. The house is empty too, as Brett's out at football with his brother. I drop my coat over the banister and go upstairs to strip and have a nice long bath. As I take off my top I look out of the window and stop dead. He's there -- standing at the corner. I can see him on the phone, and instinctively step back so can't see me looking at him. After a couple of minutes he hangs up and sets off back the way he came. My body acts by itself as I whip off my skirt and pull on my jeans and a jumper. I dash downstairs and go to pick up my coat -- then I get a gilet out instead. I put on my trainers and grab one of Brett's baseball hats! I dash out of the door grabbing my shoulder bag and phone, adjusting the hat size as I set off in the direction my snooping friend went.

As I turn the corner I can see him a good fifty or hundred metres ahead. I catch my breath and start to walk at a nice even pace as I realise he's heading back towards the station. I glance at my watch -- I know the train times. None due for a few minutes yet, so he isn't going to time it so he catches a train that I miss. I take the opportunity to tuck my shoulder length blonde hair into the hat. Different clothes, no long hair -- hopefully he won't notice me. Best of all, he's just not expecting to see me. Just to make sure, I take my sunglasses out of my bag. Now I FEEL like a spy!

I position myself a fair distance from him on the platform. The train arrives and I'm pretty sure I've not been spotted. I get into the next carriage from my new friend, but don't sit down. I stand at the door so that when the train stops I can see when Mr Anonymous gets off and tail him. As anticipated, he gets off where we got on less than an hour ago. I have to stay a little closer now, because I don't know where he's going. But he doesn't stop, look round or in any way, act as if he suspects someone is after him. Fortunately I don't have to tail him for long before he turns into a small office block that has several brass nameplates outside. I give it a minute and go and take a look.

Anthony Hogg, Solicitors

The Barnes Partnership, Chartered Surveyors

Temple Investigations Ltd

Holbrook Holman, Chartered Accountants

Well, I'm a lawyer not a rocket scientist, but let's be honest, you don't need to be one to work out who my friend works for. So, what do I do now? I decide to sleep on it and have a really good think about who could be so interested in me that they are having me followed.

I get home and am soon enveloped in my delayed, foamy, hot bath. Okay, so who is interested in me? Well, work. I can't think why any of our clients would be interested. I suppose someone could be looking to headhunt me, but to hire someone to follow me? No doesn't stack up. Well I'd been abroad a lot recently. In fact I'd seen more of Rob, my boss, than I had of Brett in the past month, but although I'd been to Moscow twice, it's not like it was in the past. Russia is now a major market, not a major enemy!

So it's not work -- or not any way I can think of. Who else? Family? No reason at all. No, not them. It's all pointing in one direction ... Brett. But why? Okay I'm away a bit, but always have been since we started going out. So it's nothing new. And we always make love a lot when I'm here. Well, come to think of it, maybe we have tailed off a bit ... maybe a little more than a bit ... but doesn't everyone? And Brett hasn't pushed so I don't think we've a problem there. On the other hand, maybe he's putting one and one together and getting three. Away a lot plus reduced frequency of sex equals ... I'm having an affair. If he's worried, why doesn't he talk to me? Yeah, men talking about sex problems -- that'd be a first!

I am still trying to work out why, when there's a "Hiya babe!" from downstairs.

"Up here! In the bath ... come on and join me!" In the spur of the moment I know exactly what I am going to do.

xxx-XXX-xxx

Two days later Brett and I are walking to the station together on our way to work. I feel brilliant. After the bath on Saturday afternoon we'd spent most of the evening in bed -- getting up only to eat some pasta and open bottles of wine. And on Sunday it was the same -- it had been ages since we'd just spent time with each other -- and we'd had more, and better, sex than we'd had for ages.

"We should have got a taxi to the station", I joke, "I can hardly walk."

"Well, it's a good job we have to go to work today, because another day in bed with you and I reckon I'd die of exhaustion." He stops me and smiles. "But I'm not complaining."

We stride on, happy in each other's company. We discuss the week ahead. I am only going to be away on Thursday evening, but tonight I am out with a couple of girlfriends. Brett wants to watch Monday Night Football, but says he'd come and pick me up.

"No need. I can get a cab back. After all, it means you can't have a beer or three while watching TV. And besides, are you forgetting, your car's in to have that bump fixed."

He looks a bit doubtful. Good, I think to myself. But he hugs me and said it is definitely not a problem, and to call him if I need to, because they are delivering a hire car to work for him today.

At Waterloo we kiss and part company. In the office I chat to Rob and Fiona, my co-worker, about the weekend and then go to my office to look at the plans for the new facility that the Russians are proposing to build in Hull.

Before I sit down I look out of my window and smile to myself. It had been a couple of days since I'd seen him, but there is Mr Temple Investigations. I turn away to dock and switch on my laptop. It is about fifteen minutes later that my phone rings:

"Hello, Wells and Reece."

"Can I speak to Alan Jefferson please?"

With the phone to my ear I stand up and look out of the window as I say:

"I'm sorry, there is no Mr Jefferson here. Are you sure you have the right number? This is Wells and Reece."

I can see my friend speaking into his phone, and hear his voice apologise and say it is obviously a wrong number. I hear the line click and I see him put his phone into his pocket and walk away.

So, that's how he knows I'm here. No doubt that will be the first in a series of calls for Mr Jefferson. Time for me to make a couple of calls myself -- first off though I definitely need to call my brother to wish him happy birthday! Then a call to Pavel, my Russian client to rearrange a meeting. Then Chloe, to check the arrangements for tonight.

Phone calls done, I spend the rest of the day with Fiona planning the trip to Europe next week that Rob has fixed up. We are interrupted twice with calls asking to speak to Mr Jefferson. Fiona suggests we block them somehow, but I just say it didn't worry me. I don't think she noticed that I looked out of the window both times. My tail wasn't there -- obviously doing some distance surveillance. Hmm wonder what they'd do if I had had an external meeting? I shrug it off.

I feel quite exhausted as I packed up to leave. Fiona is a real hard worker -- no let up at all. As I walk past our fourth and final employee, Jessica our receptionist, I say goodnight and she pipes up:

"Oh, did Brett get hold of you? His secretary rang to see what you were doing today, as he needed a word and wanted to know when you'd be free."

I don't let the surprise show -- you see, Brett doesn't have a secretary. So that answers my question about how they knew where I was going to be all day. I just tell Jess he had, and left it at that. I am really looking forward to this evening. Chloe and the gang are always great value, and another bit of my plan is about to be implemented.

xxx-XXX-xxx

"Well, Mr Stoner, we have some news on what your partner's been up to this week."

Brett never slept as well when Karen was away on business, but last night he'd not slept well because he was worried about what he might find out at the meeting Temple Investigations had invited him to. He loved Karen, he wanted to marry her, but ... something had changed, he felt sure of it. His mum and dad had broken up, his sister's marriage was a train wreck. He was determined not to be Stoner disaster number three. He wanted to be absolutely sure before he committed himself to Karen.

"Okay, fire away".

He could see that Dave Temple was doing his utmost to look neutral, but his poker face seemed to be hiding a smirk. Brett felt a churning in his stomach.

"Well the report starts off quite innocuously. Saturday while you were at football she was shopping. She bought some ..."

"Yes, I know, some lingerie and shoes. She wore them for me. Let's move on -- or did she buy something else?"

"No, no -- just checking. Because obviously if she is having another relationship, the items might have been for his benefit."

Brett shrugged and nodded.

"Sunday, we got your text message that you'd be spending the day together. Thank you. Monday she worked at her office all day, and in the evening she went out with these ladies."

He tapped is mouse and swung the screen on his laptop round so Brett could see Karen, Chloe, Jen and another girl going into a gastro pub.

"Yes, I know -- that's Chloe, her best friend and some other friends."

Temple nodded:

"Yes, well they ate, drank quite a bit and had lots of attention from several men in the pub. Your partner danced several times -- and a couple of times with this man."

The photo was a bit blurry in the darkened pub light, but Brett could make out Karen dancing reasonably close to a dark haired guy Brett had never seen before.

Brett shrugged again:

"So, she loved dancing, did they have a grope, a snog or what?"

"As far as we were able to tell, there was nothing untoward. However, things got very interesting after that."

Brett's chest tightened and he waited while Dave paused for effect. Bastard's enjoying this isn't he?

"At eleven thirty, Karen went into the ladies', she emerged five minutes later looking like this ..."

Brett stared at the photo. The jeans and T shirt (albeit very expensive designer T shirt) had been replaced. She had on her new shoes, stockings that had presumably been under her jeans. He knew they were stockings because her plaid skirt was so short you could see the tops. The tart outfit was rounded off with a strappy top and some heavy makeup. Her immaculate hair was now gelled and spiky.

Brett closed his eyes and shook his head, he knew what was coming next. Oh God!

"She left the pub alone, the woman called Chloe was heard to say 'good hunting' and she walked two blocks towards Railton Road. That's at the edge of a bit of the town renowned for kerb crawlers, in case you didn't know. She never got that far because as she stood on a corner, this car pulled up."

The photo showed a silver Golf with Karen leaning in. The photo was a voyeur's dream and her skirt was now round her bum and she was showing stocking tops and thighs to the world ... and to the detective's camera.

"As you can see, she leaned in the window. Spoke to the driver for a short time, then hopped round and got in and they drove off. Unfortunately my man was on foot and his car was back at the pub, and so we weren't able to determine where they went, what happened, or who the man was. The vehicle was rented to a company."

Dave Temple sat back and waited to see what Brett would say to this damning evidence. He desperately tried to not grin. Brett's nonchalant reply really surprised him.

"Oh don't worry about this, it was nothing."

Dave's mouth made an "O" and a frown echoed Brett's "nothing".

Brett shook his head and looked up at him:

"Okay, I'll tell you who it was. It was ME you fucking idiot! Karen decided to give me a little present. I'd said ages ago that that I had a bit of a fantasy about picking up a prostitute. She decided to let me live it out. Okay? Can we move on? Or is that it?"

Dave looked a bit crestfallen, but went on confidently:

"No, there's more. On Tuesday afternoon she went to meet one of her business clients -- a Mr Pavel Gerasimov. She'd booked a table at the restaurant round the corner from his hotel. But when they met in the hotel lobby (he clicked his mouse and Karen and Pavel appeared), they had a discussion and then they headed to the lift and went to his room, well his suite actually."

Several more clicks and several more images of the two of them, standing close together, laughing, and then his arm around her as he steered her to the lift.

"They spent the entire afternoon in his suite and she only left a few minutes before meeting you."

Another photograph of Karen alone, leaving the hotel.

"You might want to compare that photograph with the earlier one. Notice her legs. She has some sort of hosiery on when she went in, and isn't wearing any as she left."

"So, the implication you are drawing is that Karen and Pavel spent the afternoon in the throes of passion, and in the course of it her stockings, tights or whatever got damaged. Right?"

"Well of course we weren't able to get anywhere near the room because Mr Gerasimov has a bodyguard."

Brett took a deep breath:

"Well, let me shed some light on it for you. Despite his Russian name, Mr Gerasimov is actually from Chechnya. He's a muslim, and at the moment it's Ramadan, and Pavel fasts between sunrise and sunset. That's why they didn't eat together at lunchtime. But after my wife met me in the evening, we went back to the restaurant, met Pavel and had a very pleasant evening. I can categorically guarantee that Karen and he only discussed business in the afternoon, because you see ... Pavel is gay, bats for the other side, is homosexual, prefers men, bent as a nine bob note ... however you want to put it. And he's a very nice bloke by the way."

Now Dave Temple really did look crestfallen as Brett asked if that was it. Temple got a grip on himself and said that there was one more thing.

"Your partner was away last night, yes?"

"Correct."

"She was in Leeds, yes!"

"Correct again!"

"It looks like she met someone -- not her client -- for dinner. They spent some time together in the bar afterwards and then went up to her room. He left about an hour later."

Brett looked puzzled -- and pointed at the screen.

"Oh sorry!" Temple clicked the mouse and a picture of Karen with a young man, about her age appeared.

"We weren't able to get any recordings or evidence from inside the room, but we do have this picture as he left her room."

There was Karen giving the man a kiss -- not a lover's kiss, just a final peck really, like you give to someone after you've said the real goodbye.

"And we are trying to establish who he is."

"Don't bother, I can tell you that too -- it's her brother. It was his birthday this week, she mentioned she'd try and deliver his present -- he lives in Sheffield, so he must have gone over to meet her."

Brett looked at Dave Temple and shook his head:

"Not had a great week have you? Karen was picked up by her boyfriend, a gay guy and her brother. God I can see how people get put away on circumstantial evidence!"

xxx-XXX-xxx

Brett and I had had another brilliant weekend. The weather had been good and we'd done a bit of walking, ate out at some great places and went to the O2 to see one of my favourite bands. And of course we made love a lot -- and fucked a bit too. I think there's a difference ... but we can discuss that another time.

And now, here I am in the Heathrow departure lounge at 7:15 am, having been up since before five. The only people who think International business travel is glamorous are those that don't do it.

I wait for my colleague, and pick her out coming through passport control and the scanner area. We give ourselves a typical girlie embrace and head off to the BA business lounge. Then I see him, over by Café Nero, cup in hand trying not to look at me, but at the same time watch me.

I shake my head:

"Oh sod this!"

Fiona looks at me:

"What's the matter?"

"Hang on a minute; I need to talk to someone."

She looks a bit puzzled, starts to say something and then just watches as I head off through the travellers, air hosties and security guards. He sees me coming towards him and looks away, pretending not to have seen me. I get right up to him and stand in front of him, wearing my best smile:

"Good morning. Can you do me a favour, get your mobile out and ring Brett for me, please?"




People Watching



Talk about a rabbit caught in the headlights:

"Err, I'm sorry I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Look, you know who I am. I know who you are. So let's stop pissing about, and just ring Brett. Okay?"

He looks like he was about to deny everything again, but realises that would be about as convincing as saying he was from the planet Zog. He just looks at me, fishes out his phone and dials.

"Mr Stoner? David Temple. I ... no, no I'm at the airport now ...yes, she's here ... no, he's not here, she's with Miss Lister ... erm, look she wants to speak with you."

He hands me the phone with a look of deep embarrassment, and I can hear Brett asking what the fuck is going on.

"Hi darling it's me."

I charge on before he can say anything.

"I don't know how much the bloody buffoon costs you, but you're being overcharged. I am not having a fling on the side with Rob - or any other bloke for that matter. You're the only man for me, I love you and want to marry you -- that's if you ever get round to asking. I want to have your babies. I want to watch them grow up with you and I want to spoil our grandchildren with you. Nobody is a threat to me and you. To us, no-one! Now if you ever doubt me again, talk to me. I probably let work take over a bit too much a few weeks ago and ignored you. If it ever happens again, tell me. Because I'll tell you when you do it to me! Now, I suggest you fire this clot now, so you don't end up paying for him to sit and watch hotels and offices in Moscow and St Petersburg all week. Bye darling, I'll call from the hotel later. Oh, and close your mouth."

I smile, tell Temple to have a good day and walk back to Fiona. Christ that feels good!

Three hours later, Fiona and I are relaxing in business class as the 767 flies over what used to be East Germany, and for the third time she asks me:

"So you really aren't going to tell me what that was all about?"

I smile and take her hand in mine:

"Nope, you're my closest friend, but no, I'm not."

Then I turn in my seat and take both her hands in mine, and look her in the eye:

"You see, I'm really looking forward to spending five days with you. But more than that ..."

I reach up and stroke her face:

"I'm really, REALLY looking forward to spending four nights with you."

So I felt comfortable I had been absolutely honest with Brett about one thing: No-one would ever be a threat to us. That was the truth. And I'd also been one hundred percent honest when I said I wasn't having a fling with Rob, or any other bloke.  

But I didn't say anything about a woman.

Author's note: Wasn't sure which category to post this in. But Karen is Brett's long term partner, so this seems about right!

All comments appreciated.



People Watching (Alternate Ending)



The day after I submitted "People Watching" I had an idea for a different ending. This is it – and I have to say I prefer it. So, if you read the original, the only change is the last couple of paragraphs (you can't miss it). So, I would appreciate our views on which ending is the better one. Thanks

As has been the case with my more recent contributions, this is about sex (not much point in posting here if it wasn't), but there's not any overt, hot action. So, if it's graphical sex scenes you want – pass on to the next contribution. As usual, this is much more about relationships. Also as usual, I really welcome comments and feedback both positive and negative – providing it's constructive. It's how we learn and improve. But remember, it's a STORY.





People Watching (Alternate Ending)



"Good morning. Can you do me a favour, get your mobile out and ring Brett for me, please?"

Talk about a rabbit caught in the headlights:

"Err, I'm sorry I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Look, you know who I am. I know who you are. So let's stop pissing about, and just ring Brett. Okay?"

He looks like he was about to deny everything again, but realises that would be about as convincing as saying he was from the planet Zog. He just looks at me, fishes out his phone and dials.

"Mr Stoner? David Temple. I ... no, no I'm at the airport now ...yes, she's here ... no, he's not here, she's with Miss Lister ... erm, look she wants to speak with you."

He hands me the phone with a look of deep embarrassment, and I can hear Brett asking what the fuck is going on.

"Hi darling it's me."

I charge on before he can say anything.

"I don't know how much this bloody buffoon costs you, but you're being overcharged. I am not having a fling on the side with Rob - or any other bloke for that matter. You're the only man for me, I love you and want to marry you – that's if you ever get round to asking. I want to have your babies. I want to watch them grow up with you and I want to spoil our grandchildren with you. Nobody is a threat to me and you. To us, no-one! Now if you ever doubt me again, talk to me. I probably let work take over a bit too much a few weeks ago and ignored you. If it ever happens again, tell me. Because I'll tell you when you do it to me! Now, I suggest you fire this clot now, so you don't end up paying for him to sit and watch hotels and offices in Moscow and St Petersburg all week. Bye darling, I'll call from the hotel later. Oh, and close your mouth."

I hand the phone back, smile, tell him to have a good day and walk back to Fiona. Christ that feels good!

xxx-XXX-xx

Brett's mouth was indeed open. He put the phone down by the side of the bed without looking at the bedside table. The feeling in the pit of his stomach, the feeling that said "you have fucked up – bigtime" was making him feel sick.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He looked down at his work colleague, her long blonde hair on the pillow where Karen's head had been just a few hours ago. She smiled, stroked his face and went on:

"I came here to get fucked, so how about it?"

Brett had always thought she was stunning, so if Karen was having an affair with Rob ... what's sauce for the goose and all that! 

Oh bugger!