0 comments/ 197526 views/ 8 favorites Neighbourhood Watch By: SteveM Since we have moved into a new house in the village we have been very community spirited and made a point of offering to help our neighbour, Joanna, as she lives alone, without a car in what is a remote location. Until yesterday, the jobs I did for her were run of the mill, like getting heavy shopping, putting up fences when they blew down, re-roofing her shed etc. At the end of summer Joanna had fallen and broken her wrist and she still wore a light bandage on it which restricted what she could do. Before my girlfriend had left for her evening shift she had left me with instructions to me to go and check on Joanna and see if there was anything she needed doing. I was at a loose end and not too bothered about doing anything else so just after my girlfriend left I knocked at Joanna’s door. Joanna greeted me warmly and asking how I was getting on she beckoned me in and as I sat in her kitchen she made me a coffee and we chatted away, when I asked her if there was anything she wanted doing she said that she was OK apart from the fact that she had wanted to dye her hair, and with her wrist not being as mobile as it could be she couldn’t properly manage it by herself. Without waiting for me to answer Joanna told me not to worry, as she could wait until my girlfriend was able to do it and I think she was surprised when I insisted that I help her. Although what she didn’t know then that it was a large degree of self-interest that made me so willing to help. Perhaps I should mention that I have what could be termed a hair fetish and the chance to assist Joanna in such a way was making my cock twitch in my jeans. I tried my hardest to disguise my interest, whilst flattering Joanna, complementing her on her looks and saying that I had no idea that she dyed her hair, but she admitted that she did and said that it needed seeing to as her roots were showing through. As she tilted her head and pulled her hair close to her scalp I noticed that indeed her roots were showing, fading from a lighter shade than the bountiful russet bob that crowned her head to the tell-tale grey roots. Joanna asked me again if I really didn’t mind and when I told her I didn’t she began to give me instructions on how to do it. As she spoke she fetched a bottle of wine and poured me a glass. Joanna went away and left me to read the directions on the box, a task I didn’t really need to do, I was just waiting for her return. When Joanna reappeared in the kitchen she was wearing her dressing gown, which made of rich purple silk complimented her pale and delicate looks and further enhanced the warmth of her hair. As if she sensed the fact I was merely filling my time with my studies she explained and apologised for her absence by explaining that she had been setting everything up in the bathroom and I following her lead I let her show me the way to her “salon” – here she had arranged the necessary equipment , with towels, a chair that faced a mirror and combs and brushes. The attention to detail was something I admired. “Looks like you have everything here that a proper salon would, except the scissors” I joked. Joanna smiled and replied she had them too. Joanna busied herself by turning on the taps and running the water over her hand, waiting for the increase in temperature before she took the towel I offered her to dry her hand. Passing the towel back to me I felt Joanna prolong the brief moment where are hands touched, and my eyes held her gaze as she smiled at me and continued with her explanation. Filling the sink she explained to me that her hair would have to be wet first, before straddling the chair and leaning her head over the sink. I carefully brushed her hair forward so it cascaded towards the water before pouring water over her head to wet her hair as instructed. With every hair carefully wetted I squeezed out some shampoo and began to wash her hair, feeling the familiar pressure caused by the arousal of my cock against the restrictive material of my trousers. Despite my increasing excitement I was relieved that my jeans restrained it and concealed it. It was unlikely though that Joanna was likely to discover my awakening as she had taken off her glasses and had her eyes shut tight against the bubbles of the shampoo I lavished on her hair. As I washed her hair I purposefully and lightly massaged her head, enjoying my ministrations Joanna told me that I was wasted and should take it up as a full time occupation. The longer my fingers continued their massaging, working the scented foam, the more stimulation I received and ever steadily my erection grew. Unfortunately the quiet caused by our mutual satisfaction was broken by Joanna and some stray foam must have made its way into her eyes as she quickly jerked her head back, spraying the room with water. Most of the water seemed to land on my trousers as they were drenched. As I apologised for getting soap in her eyes Joanna apologised for my jeans, she told me to take them off and she’d dry them later. Carefully I peeled off my jeans and socks, taking care not to disrobe completely and to reveal my excited state. As I undressed Joanna rinsed her face and once again leant over the sink. As washed away the foam away my knob resumed its throbbing, and as I finished washing off the last bubbles the material of my boxer shorts made a futile attempt at hiding my erection. As Joanna lifted her head up her eyes recognised their ineffectiveness and with a glint in her eyes she smiled, “Looks like someone having fun” she teased. To my surprise I then found myself admitting to my fondness for all things hair, and I was surprised by Joanna’s sympathetic response. When I tried to get matters back on track by saying that I should apply the colour Joanna’s smile remained on her face and her eyes danced as she said that she would be keeping a close eye on me. I had to turn away from my “client” to fetch the colour, as I did so I managed to catch a glimpse in the mirror of Joanna taking a healthy sip of wine and allowing her dressing gown slip from her shoulders, before gathering it around her waist. Joanna’s heavy breasts remained hidden in her lacy bra. My attention was taken by Joanna’s actions and forgetting all efforts to hide my arousal I turned back to face her as she tidied the dressing gown around her waist. I was impressed by the figure that my neighbour had concealed within the gown. She explained her new mode of attire by explaining that she thought it was best, as she didn’t want the hair dye to colour her robe. When I agreed Joanna said that it was also probably a good idea for me to take off my t-shirt as well. As this was currently forming a second line of defence between Joanna and my ever stiffening cock I was a bit unsure. My reluctance eased when Joanna said that if I took off my t-shirt she would remover her bra, as it too was white. So it was that I was soon standing in my neighbour’s bathroom, with just my boxers on, whilst my 50 something neighbour sat half naked with her hair dripping wet. The actual colouring of her hair went quite well, to be truthful I had practiced before on my girlfriends hair. I soon got into a routine and a rhythm as I worked round her head. As I worked Joanna kept complementing me on my technique and her comments were getting all the more suggestive as more and more wine went down her neck Soon I had covered all the roots and I carefully combed the colour through so each individual hair was covered in the red foam. Joanna sat still whilst the colour took and we chatted again. Joanna asked me more about my hair fetish, she asked me what excited me so much, (hair cutting and short styles in particular) and what were my favourite colours, when I replied that I liked women with darker hair she seemed pleased. She said that she noticed that Ellie (my girlfriend) dyed her hair some funky colours and she asked me about my sex life, saying that the walls between our houses were thin, and there wasn’t a lot else around to make a noise and disguise Ellie’s moans. I surprised myself with how freely and honest I was in my replies to her questions and when Joanna finished her interrogation by asking me what time Ellie would be back the next morning I had half an idea where her train of thought was heading. The 20 minutes required for the colour to take soon elapsed, the time passing all the quicker due to Joanna’s expert questioning. I was soon rinsing off the dye, taking care not to spill any. Once all the water was running clear Joanna leant back and I noticed how hard her nipples were. Feeling more at ease I asked her if she was cold, straight away she knew what I was referring to and as she tweaked her nipple she said no she wasn’t. “Better not let you get a real chill then” I said as I started to towel dry her hair. As I rubbed her hair dry Joanna eased the belt on her gown. Her face remained hidden in the towel but as the material slipped aside revealing her thighs, so did Joanna’s legs, revealing a very hirsute pussy. As her pubes came into view I noticed a finger slink between her thighs. Continuing my own light hearted teasing, I joked “Now I can see why you need to dye your hair” her roots had revealed a few millimetres of grey hairs, whilst her pussy had a luxuriant covering. I finished drying her hair and as I took the towel away I ruffled her hair. “Now your collar and cuffs don’t match” I joked. It seemed to me that Joanna was genuine when she said she didn’t understand this expression - I explained that her pubic hairs weren’t the same colour as those on her head. When she asked me what I could do about it I gave her two choices, we either dye her pubes, or remove them. Joanna picked up the bottle of hair dye and seemed pleased to discover that it was empty, “Looks like there’s nothing for it except for these to go,” she laughed as she delicately tugged at her silvery fur. Joanna seemed delighted when I said that I thought she’d look better without any hair there, I also told her that Ellie shaves her pussy and that it was hairless most of the time. Joanna seemed fascinated by this revelation and asked me more questions, when I confided in her that I had frequently shaved Ellie’s thatch Joanna replied by saying, “good, you can do mine then.” I looked around for some suitable equipment but saw none and Joanna confirmed that she lacked the necessary tools to tackle this job. I said that as she had such an abundant bush it would be better tackled with clippers. Luckily, I told her, I knew exactly where to find what I need and I briefly excused myself before leaving my neighbours salon to pop home and get what I needed. On the way back I took the opportunity to take stock of what had just happened and what was about to happen, my conscious kept pushing an image of Ellie into my mind, but my arousal and raging testosterone persuaded me to think about the job in hand. I had soon recovered the clippers from the bedroom and on the way out I popped into the bathroom for my razor and foam, as I was sure that Joanna wouldn’t have those either. When I got back into Joanna’s bathroom she was now nude and had opened and started drinking another bottle of Chablis. Nude and without any self consciousness Joanna offered me a full glass before quickly downing her own. I instructed her to lie down and once she was prone I grabbed one of the brushes that Joanna had so thoughtfully arranged earlier. I began my barbering by first fluffing up her pussy hairs in order to make it easier to clip off. Her hairs were finer than Ellie’s, but were much denser in the way in which the covered her pubis and concealed her womanhood. Turning on the clippers I picked up a comb and selected a small section of Joanna’s pussy hair. I pulled on the comb to make her hairs taut before passing the clippers over the teeth of the comb to shear away the first clump of her pussy hairs. I repeated this action working across Joanna’s mound, as I clipped the heap of silvery shearings that I placed at her side grew as I reduced Joanna’s formerly luxuriant pussy fur to stubble. I put the comb down and then passed the clippers over her pussy so the teeth of the clippers were close to the skin, the clippers were just as efficient shaving away the hairs close to the skin as they were on the longer tufts. The bulk of Joanna’s pussy was soon shorn away and I moved the clippers lower, between her legs, cutting away the hairs that grew either side of a rapidly moistening labia. I followed the path of the clippers with my fingers brushing away the longer pubes to reveal ones that were cut much closer. Joanna’s cunt clippings gathered in a mound between her legs and soon her formerly plush bush was reduced to skin-tight stubble. I continued with the clipping until no more hair was being removed. Putting down the clippers I shook the can of shaving foam, before squirting some into my palm to warm it up before lathering it around Joanna’s pussy. Soon her pussy was covered in as much shaving foam as her head had been previously covered with shampoo foam. The only difference being that this time instead of being rinsed off with water it was being removed with the sharp blade of my razor. Smooth, naked skin appeared in the wake of the blade, as the hairs were removed the white foam became increasingly speckled with stubble. As I shaved either side of her labia Joanna’s pussy opened like a the pinkest rose to reveal the delicate flesh of her womanhood. As I shaved I told Joanna of the transformation that was occurring I told her how sexy her shaven pussy was going to be, how soft and smooth her bald flesh would feel to her touch. As if to confirm my words I carefully stroked her denuded flesh, before easing my fingers into her pussy. The more I shaved, the more I spoke to he, the more Joanna squirmed and writhed as the close attention of the razor to her pussy and of my fingers to her clitoris bought her to a climax. In next to no time there was no more pelt for me to shave and Joanna’s pussy was as silky smooth as it could be, indeed it was smoother and more hair free than Ellie’s who had taken the very same clippers to her own pussy the day before. As she lay there I compared Joanna’s pussy to that of my girlfriend, Joanna’s pussy lips were darker than Ellie’s and they protruded more, her sex gaped open, in comparisons to Ellie’s that was much tighter. Joanna’s clitoris was more secretive though and had to be encouraged to emerge from the fleshy folds of her pussy, whereas Ellie’s clit was more prominent. I asked Joanna how it felt to be shaven and as her hand explored her newly balded mons and labia she sighed and eased her lips apart fingered herself once more. As Joanna rubbed her clit with a method and directness that implied years of practice I slipped my own inquisitive fingers deep into her moist vagina. By now my erection was straining at my shorts, using her good wrist Joanna propped herself up and grabbed a vanity mirror which she placed between her legs to judge my handiwork. I told her that there was not a hair left and that she was as beautiful as I told her she would be. I asked her if she had enjoyed herself and her smile and noticeable blush were the only answer I needed. I stood up, and helped Joanna up as well, as we stood face to face Joanna leant forward and we kissed, as my tongue explored hers once again I eased my fingers into her pussy, slowly stroking her shaved slit. Joanna beckoned to me to sit down, as I moved to sit on the side of the bath she slipped her fingers either side of my boxer shorts and tugged them down my legs. My eager cock sprung forward and presented itself to a Joanna who was now squatting between my legs. Joanna looked at me and mouthed thank you before accepting my cock deep into her mouth. As the warmth and moisture of her tongue caressed my cock she used her good hand to pull my foreskin firmly back, before hungrily sucking on my cock. The combination of her hand action and tongue dancing soon had me on the edge of ejaculation.. When I told her I was coming Joanna placed her hands either side of my cock. Using just her fingertips she continued her energetic masturbation as I came deep in her mouth. Joanna kept her lips closed around me as I orgasmed. Trapped by her velvety embrace my spunk emptied into her mouth. Slowly she drew her head backwards, cleansing my cock as she released it. As my penis left her mouth Joanna swallowed, ingesting all of the spunk I had deposited into her mouth. Both of us were covered in sweat, Joanna’s face was flushed through a combination of a post orgasmic glow and the efforts of her fellatio. She asked me if she was any good at it, I’m ashamed to say that I told her she was the best ever, “Was I better than Ellie?” she asked, I nodded and kissed her. We cuddled for a while before Joanna poured herself another glass of wine, and as with all the others dispatched it rather quickly. “Now no-one will know that you aren’t a natural brunette,” I smiled at her has I fingered her again. Joanna didn’t reply, preferring to sip at her wine, as she said nothing I continued, Now, you have no hair on your pussy there is nothing to disclose your natural colour.” Joanna smiled, “What if you cut this too?” she asked toying with her bob. When I told her that she with time still have her all to obvious roots to betray her Joanna replied as if the answer to this problem was clear. “Then you’ll have to make sure that I have no roots, if I have no roots showing then no-one will know that I dye my hair, just you and me.” This lit the biggest fire of arousal imaginable in me, my hair fetish was on major alert status, before I finished my reply Joanna had chipped in with the end to my sentence. “Does that mean that you want me to….” “Cut off my hair?” Joanna concluded the sentence, seizing my stiff cock as she spoke “Yes, I have a bald and hairless pussy and now I want a head to match, collar and cuffs – do you remember?” she quipped, before continuing, “Do you want me to have a bald head too?” Joanna teased me, and I was wary of being seen to take advantage of her Chablis-fuelled eagerness. Knowing that she had a fair amount to drink I asked her if she was really up for this. “I think you have taken advantage of me already” she said teasingly. “Besides do you really want to stop now? I fancy you and me having a little secret!” Quite how Joanna proposed keeping a shaven head a secret I didn’t know, but I wasn’t willing to get into that discussion. “How short do you want to go?” I asked her again, wanting to be sure that I had given her enough opportunity to back out. Joanna was quite firm in her reply, “ I think bald would be short enough, I don’t want a hair left to betray me,” she twirled her glossy hair through her fingers as she spoke to me. Her words and actions soon had my cock throbbing with anticipation, realising this Joanna handled my cock as she spoke, gently rubbing its head and ever so slightly moving my foreskin. She continued to fulfil a long held but previously denied fantasy ” Once you have shaved me, you can fuck me, and I can be as loud as a I like tonight and I can keep going to morning.” I knew that if I did shave her there was no way I would be going home to a cold bed and wanking myself sore but I would be spending the night with this sexy woman, exploring every inch of her smooth body. Joanna opened a cupboard and handed me some scissors, “See I told you I had scissors too” she smiled and emptied her glass. Once again I double checked “If you are sure about this I’d love to shave you” I told her. Joanna picked up the clippers and handed them to me, “Use the scissors first but then I want these to be busy buzzing all over my head.” I started cutting the hair at the back of Joanna’s head, I used the scissors all around he hairline, clumps of brown hair fell to the bathroom floor as the scissors snipped away. I cut away at her hairline from ear to ear, two inches fell away with each snip. This was far more drastic than I mere trim as I snipped away at her head my cock leaked pre-cum as I realised how dramatic this makeover was going to be. Joanna’s eyes shut as I clipped away at her skull, as I cut her fingers busied themselves in her shaven sex. The distinct aroma of her arousal began to fill the room, the only sounds to be heard was the metallic schnick of the scissors and a squelching sound from Joanna, I am so turned on.” Neighbourhood Watch The phone call was a surprise. After some inconsequential small talk, the caller dropped his voice in asking, "Does the term 'watch-and-be-watched' ring any bells with your two?" Mark paused before committing himself. Eventually, he said, "It might." "We hoped it might." "We?" "Pam and I." Mark waited for further elucidation. "We're planning a little get-together for Saturday evening. You remember Gary and Audrey - they come to the Neighbourhood meetings occasionally?" "Vaguely." In fact, he remembered Audrey very clearly: a good-looking woman, slender with small tits and sensational legs which her short skirts were clearly intended to emphasise. "Well, they are coming. And we thought it might be good to have a third couple - if you and Lisa would be interested." "I'll have to ask her." "Of course. Call me back and let me know. We think you might enjoy it." "Yes." Mark hesitated. "Would Lisa be expected to - contribute?" "Participate, you mean?" "Yes." "Not necessarily. But - well, you know." "Yes, I think so. I'll get back to you." Mark decided to wait for a timely moment to broach the subject with Lisa. His caller had been Andrew, chief motivator of the local Neighbourhood Watch scheme, a loose-knit coalition of people who agreed to keep a wary eye on any activity that might threaten the security and general well-being of their upper-middle-class community. Mark and Lisa had been persuaded to join when they moved into the area more than a year earlier. There had been irregular meetings to discuss vandalism, littering, late-night noise and the like. Discussion had been desultory and results, apart from a few stickers in windows, minimal. But now it seemed that Neighbourhood Watch might have an entirely different connotation for the select few who received an invitation from Andrew and Pam. ************************ That night, with each thrust of his cock into Lisa's warm wetness, Mark pondered on the unexpected phone call. If it meant what he was sure it did mean, how would Lisa respond? At this moment, with her legs wrapped round his back and her pelvis rising to meet his distended member, he could believe she was the absolute epitome of sexual desire. His earlier ministrations with tongue and fingers had brought her to a pitch she seldom achieved these days. Secretly, he had to concede that he had been aroused himself by images of what might happen if only he could persuade Lisa. Now, picturing himself taking her from behind while Andrew and Pam and their guests looked on, his concentration on the immediate sensation in his groin wavered, undermining his control: his cock spasmed, spunk flooded his wife's cunt. Desperately, he pressed his still semi-erect cock into her as she, realising what had happened, manoeuvred her clitoris against him to reach a conclusion that was only partially satisfying. "Sorry, sweetheart," he said. "I seemed to get carried away." "Don't worry. It will probably be just as good for me next time." Lisa disappeared to the bathroom. When she returned, Mark feigned sleep. In the first years of their marriage, sex had been frequent, passionate and innovative. But, in the manner of many couples, over time they developed a familiar routine. There was no difficulty for either of them in achieving orgasm but the instinctive search for ever more imaginative eroticism had gradually given way to a series of practised moves. The right preliminaries were soon followed by the right buttons being pressed and in a relatively short while the predictable outcome was reached. Importantly - and crucially in the light of Andrew's phone call - Mark and Lisa had stopped talking about sex. They had taken to fucking in silence until a gasp from Mark or a little whimper of fulfilment from Lisa signalled an end. How then, he wondered when he lay awake in the night, could he suddenly ask Lisa if she would like to go out for the evening to watch other people fucking? Other people they hardly knew but who might expect to see Lisa spreading herself for Mark? They had lost touch with each other in this critical area and he didn't know how it could be re-established. In the forefront of his mind was the fear that Lisa might be horrified at the mere suggestion, threatening what intimacy remained. And yet, so tempting was the prospect of joining Andrew's party, he couldn't bring himself to give up. Eventually, in the small hours, he devised a plan. The following morning, during a long conversation with Andrew, the plot was agreed. As a result, Mark was able to tell Lisa no more than that they had been invited out to dinner. "You remember Andrew and Pam from Neighbourhood Watch?" "Yes. Nice couple - is this more Neighbourhood Watch business?" "Don't think so. Apparently it's just us, them and a couple called Gary and Audrey. They've been at one or two of the meetings but Andrew seemed to suggest it would be just a social get-together." There was a thriving dinner party circuit so there was no reason for Lisa to think this was anything out of the ordinary. She said, "I remember Audrey - slim, rather attractive." ************************ When they arrived on the appointed evening their recollection of Audrey was fully vindicated: perched on the arm of a chair, gin and tonic in hand, legs crossed, dark skirt halfway up her thighs, she was looking somewhat more than merely attractive. In the chair beside her, Pam wasn't entirely overshadowed. She, too, was making the most of her assets, a low-cut blouse displaying ample breasts. And was there, Mark wondered, a hint of protruding nipples? Looking round the room, he felt that for a group in their late thirties and early forties this was undeniably a sextet with the emphasis on the sex. And he didn't exclude Lisa. While more conservatively dressed than the other two women, he believed that the Lisa of old had not simply disappeared: beneath the surface cool was a sensual nature that would need little encouragement if the circumstances were right. Andrew would undoubtedly have told Pam what was afoot; probably Gary and Audrey knew, too. The question was - how would Lisa respond when the moment came? It helped that Andrew and Pam were admirable hosts, keeping the conversation light with no awkward pauses, ensuring that empty glasses were quickly refilled. Dinner, too, was accompanied by quality wines. Mark noted approvingly that Andrew, on Lisa's right, took every opportunity to replenish her glass. Lisa abstained when the port decanter was circulated but allowed herself to be persuaded by a brandy slightly larger than she had requested. So far, so good. It was after dinner, when they had moved into the drawing room where a CD was playing quietly, that Andrew played the opening card, having been given his cue when Pam made what seemed an innocuous comment about tabloid newspapers and their fondness for kiss-and-tell, three-in-a-bed type stories. "In the end," she said, "it's not much more than titillation." "Is it though?" said Andrew. "I was reading a piece the other day about wife-swapping - apparently it's not as prevalent as it used to be because nowadays everyone is terrified of AIDS." "That may be true as far as it goes," Gary responded, "but I doubt whether AIDS has killed the philosophy that gave rise to wife-swapping: once you've accepted there is more to sex than a lifetime of monogamy it can't be easy to give up." Plainly, Gary had been well briefed. "So what takes its place?" asked Audrey. "From all I read, the great craze now for the couples who used to swap is still to get together but the sex - certainly the full sex, no matter whatever might go before it - is restricted to their own partners. Watch-and-be-watched, they call it. People are both exhibitionists and voyeurs." "I suppose if it keeps people together, spices up their sex lives without deceit, there's something to be said for it. If you're that kind of person." This contribution from Lisa left Mark with mixed feelings. At least, she wasn't embarrassed by the turn the conversation had taken but the tone of her remark was hardly an endorsement. Gary picked up the thread again. "Another aspect of this watch-and-be-watched business is the way it has led to the opening up of sex clubs. I gather we'd be surprised how many towns have at least one." "Sex clubs?" Lisa was still willing to be involved in the discussion. "Some have admission for singles but mainly they're intended for couples. There'll be a bar and a dance floor where people can meet. Get to see if they have anything in common. Then there'll be other areas where more or less anything goes. If you just want to watch you can. On the other hand - " "If you want to know if it's a good idea - " Andrew had been circulating to top up glasses. Now, unnoticed he was standing behind Pam's chair, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. " - I mean, would anybody object to a little experiment?" Without waiting for an answer, Andrew let his hands delve into his wife's décolletage, Pam responded by opening buttons of her blouse. The front fastening of her bra followed, allowing Andrew to cup large round breasts. When they were offered to the full gaze of the onlookers, Mark noted that his impression of protuberant nipples was correct. There was a little cry of "Oh," from Audrey. It was a cry not of shock but of admiration or even envy, Mark thought. Perhaps something more. He looked at Lisa but at that moment her expression was blank. Not approving but not shocked either. In the room, the atmosphere had changed palpably. As small talk had given way subtly to a consideration of watch-and-be-watched, now there was a silence broken only by the CD playing in the background and punctuated by quiet sounds of pleasure from Pam as her husband alternately caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. The dark points stood out proudly. It was Pam who spoke. "Darling, this is very nice and you know I'll enjoy it as long as you want to keep doing it. But it's too one-sided." She took his hand from her left breast and urged him round to her side. Then she reached for his zip and began slowly to pull it down. The implications needed no articulation. Everyone present sensed that the tipping point had been reached. All eyes, though, were not on Pam's unzipping of her husband; the centre of attention was Lisa. Mark leaned close to his wife, squeezed her hand and murmured in her ear, "Are you all right?" "Do you want me to be?" she asked. "Yes. I do." "Then I am." And then more loudly, for everyone to hear: "Please, everyone. Please don't think I'm a wet blanket. This is all very new to me but if Andrew and Pam are going to ... I mean, if they want to continue, I think I would like to watch." Soon Pam had Andrew's cock in her hand. For a while she contented herself with bringing it to erection. Then, cupping his balls in one hand, she used the other to guide the hard member to her lips. Her tongue flicked out in a quick darting movement while her hand continued to massage the shaft. Opening her mouth, she took in the circumcised head and began to suck. When she removed it briefly it shone with her saliva. Pam was unhurried, mistress of every variation, sometimes holding the object of her attention at arm's length for all to admire, then licking sensually from the very base to the tip before swallowing it once more, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. At last, Andrew placed a hand on the top of his wife's head and said, "Careful, dear. Not too much, too soon." Pam released his cock and smiled up at him. "Ready to move on?" "More than ready. That's a very greedy mouth - and I was tempted. I always am. But you're right. We don't want to disappoint everyone by missing anything out." "Well, then. You've started undressing me. It might be a good idea to finish the job." She rose, shedding the open blouse and bra before turning to allow Andrew to unzip her skirt. When that fell to the floor, she presented herself to the company in black knickers, suspender belt, stockings and high heels. Andrew was beginning to divest himself similarly when Lisa whispered to Mark, "Am I expected to match this?" "Do you want to?" "I'm not sure if I can. It's made me wet already but - I just don't know." "You don't have to." He put his hand on her thigh, pressed reassuringly and left it there, caressing gently. Her skirt rose a few inches but she made no move to push it down. Andrew guided Pam back to her chair, placed a cushion at her back and another behind her head, spread her legs, hooked one over each arm of the chair, knelt between them and bent his head. As Andrew began to lick, Mark sensed rather than heard the sigh that revealed Lisa's concentration on the scene unfolding before her. She slid forward slightly in her chair, causing her skirt to rise further. Meanwhile, Andrew used his fingers to part his wife's labia, exposing a clitoris as prominent as the nipples of her tits. His tongue went to work. The effect was to cause Pam to push upward with her buttocks, forcing her cunt into his face. Andrew backed off, put two fingers in his mouth, sucked and then used them to begin a steady finger fuck. "Oh yes, darling. Give me plenty of that." Pam's words were no more than a murmur, but clear enough to raise the erotic temperature of the room another degree. Beside Mark, Lisa's breasts rose and fell as her breathing quickened. The tension was broken when Pam carefully removed her husband's hand from its nest and spoke aloud. "Enough, darling. I need to be fucked properly, and I expect our guests would like to see, too." She arranged two cushions on the floor so that when she lay across them, opened her legs and raised her knees there was a clear view of her cunt. Juice generated by Andrew's efforts gleamed in the light. Once everyone had had time to enjoy the spectacle, Andrew took his cock in his hand, knelt and let the knob play around the enticing entrance. "Don't tease," Pam pleaded. "You've done enough. I'm more than ready. Give it to me." "Now?" "Yes, now for God's sake. I need it now." "Hard." "Yes, hard" In one swift movement, Andrew rammed his cock into the opening. Pam cried out with pleasure, spurring him on. The fuck was fast, fierce and surely could not last, but the couple knew their limits; when the climax seemed imminent, Andrew steadied himself, partly withdrew, then held his cock in place before recommencing at a slower tempo. Pam wriggled her hips appreciatively. Mark felt a nudge. Lisa gestured with a slight nod towards Gary and Audrey. His trousers were open and she was bending across him, sucking his cock while her eyes remained fixed on their hosts on the floor. There, Andrew was steadily increasing the speed and vigour of his thrusting. With each penetration there was the smack of flesh on flesh; with each withdrawal there was a glimpse of a jutting shaft glistening with his wife's lubrication. Pam had closed her eyes. Her arms were clasped round Andrew's back, her fingers digging into his buttocks as she pulled him into her as she opened herself to enjoy to the full his hardness invading her innermost depths. The position intensified the pressure on her clitoris and this time there was no holding back. "Yes, darling," she cried, "Yes. Now." Gritting her teeth, she bucked against his pounding. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and the orgasm flooded her. Instantly aware, Andrew drove ever harder and faster until his torso stiffened and, with a groan, he, too, reached the ecstatic heights. For a while there was only the sound of the couple's panting return to normality. When they raised themselves a little groggily from the floor, Pam said, "It looks like we need to make room for the next turn." It was true. Gary and Audrey were already eager to emulate their hosts. Gary was naked, Audrey wearing only a pair of red open-crotch knickers. As they took the place vacated by Andrew and Pam, Lisa removed Mark's hand from her thigh and squeezed. "My love," she said, "I don't think I can stay out of this any longer. Do you mind if we -?" Mark pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely. Her tongue pressed into his mouth. He could feel her undoing buttons, shedding clothes herself while she almost pulled his shirt from his back. There could be no more doubt about the effect of watch-and-be-watched. The two fucks that took place side by side became almost a competition as they went through all the variations. While Mark and Lisa began in the missionary position, letting him discover just how wet the preceding exhibition had made her receptive cunt, Gary took Audrey doggy style. When Lisa in her turn knelt for Mark to get into her from behind, Audrey crouched over Gary's face to have her cunt licked. Lisa had a spell on top, her tits jiggling as she lowered herself on and off Mark's rampant cock. At the same time her head was turned to watch the efforts of the couple sweating only a few feet away at their side. She put a hand down to massage her clit, but Mark reached forward to take over that role. It was then that Lisa became aware of Pam crouching beside her, steadying herself with a hand on Lisa's shoulder so that her mouth remained close to Lisa's ear during the rise and fall of what had become a carefully controlled fuck. "My dear," murmured her hostess, "I just want you to know how good you've been. We were afraid you would be shocked." Lisa nodded, indicating that she understood. Pam went on, "Will you do something for us? When Mark is ready, we want to see him come. Will you let him shoot on your tits? Gary will do the same for Audrey." For a moment, Lisa hesitated. Then she looked down at Mark and said, "Do it for me, Mark. Quickly." Her husband intuitively intensified his fingering of her clit until she twisted, gasped and clung on to Pam for support. Her recovery was remarkably swift. Climbing off her husband, she lay on her back and motioned to him to kneel at her side. When he did so, she grasped his cock and began to masturbate him, a task simplified by that instrument having been well lubricated inside her. Her eyes left Mark and turn to her side where Audrey was intent on getting herself off with a frenzied frigging while Gary pointed his cock at her tits, gave two jerks and directed a series of creamy spurts on to them. At the same time, Lisa felt Mark's cock muscles tighten, followed by a fountain of cum that also found its mark. Watch-and-be-watched? It certainly had the effect they said it had. ************************ Driving home later, Lisa said, "That was planned wasn't it?" Mark prevaricated. "How do you mean - planned?" "It was a set-up. It was Audrey who gave the game away. If you are just going for dinner with friends, you don't wear red open-crotch knickers. So they knew, and Andrew and Pam must have been in on it, too. Were you?" "Would you be upset if I was?" "I suppose I should be, but I guess you thought if you had asked me first I would have said no." "Would you have?" "Probably." "And?" "I'm glad you didn't" She reached into his lap, stroked where his cock was folded. They drove in silence for a while until Lisa said, "Can I ask you something else?" "Of course." "Would you like that to happen again?" "Only if you would." "I'm surprised you think I might not. After what happened. It's as though we've turned the clock back twenty years, isn't it?" "It is." "Only before next time, I'd like you to speak to Gary about something. When he was talking about watch-and-be-watched, he said there was only ever full sex between partners, and that's fine with me. But he also said something about 'never mind whatever went on before it.' Remember?" "Yes, I think so." "Well, when Pam was bending down beside us and murmuring encouragement, I began to wonder if we hadn't missed something in the preliminaries. Especially the women, if you follow me." Neighbourhood Watch "I think I do." "Would you mind?" In the darkness of the car, Mark smiled to himself. Neighbourhood Watch Graham Sawyer had been infatuated with Karen Shaw for as long as he could remember. Ever since he was a young man, he had secretly fantasized about the beautiful neighbour down the street. Whenever she came by to visit his mother he would sneak as many subtle glances as he could manage in her direction, taking mental snapshots of the images of her and storing them in his mind to revisit later when he was alone and could put them to good use as he pleasured himself. He was not entirely sure why he was so smitten with this older woman, but what was completely clear was the fact that he absolutely could not stop fantasizing about her. He had known her from when he was quite young, ever since he and his family had moved onto the street when he was still in grade school. Though he could not exactly recall the first time he saw her, for as far back as he could recollect he had always felt an extremely strong sexual attraction to her. If truth be told she was most likely the first female he was ever attracted to in that way. It would not have been hard for anyone to understand what drew him to her; she was after all, a very beautiful woman, by anyone's standards. Karen Shaw was probably already in her late thirties when Graham first laid his young eyes upon her. To him, she was quite different than any of the other women his mother's age that he had ever met. There was a certain air about her, more youthful and stylish than other mom's he knew, and she most definitely seemed to place a higher importance on her appearance than most women her age. And of course, she was absolutely gorgeous, at least in his eyes. To begin with, her body was in fantastic shape for a mother of two. Well toned and curved in all the right places, she obviously took care of herself, probably hitting the gym at lest three times a week. Though her breasts were not huge by any means, to a boy his age, their shape and fullness were far superior to anything he had seen from any of the girls he went to school with, and were more than big enough for him to daydream about. Her hair was blonde and permed, a combination of loose wavy curls on top and tighter curls that fell down well past her shoulders, much longer and more stylish than most of the other women her age in the neighbourhood. And her face was a vision of pure beauty, youthful looking yet experienced, wholesome yet mysterious. As the years passed by and Graham grew up, his fantasies of Karen remained a constant. Once he became sexually active, his visions of her only became more vibrant and intense, as he imagined the things he would like to do with her as he became more knowledgeable in the art of pleasuring a woman. Oftentimes he would picture her when he had sex, envisioning his long time neighbour as the one giving him a blow-job or writhing in ecstasy beneath him. He even found himself more frequently attracted to women who shared similar features with her, usually opting to pursue curly haired girls, preferably blondes if at all possible. His hidden desires were closely guarded though. Never once had he told anyone of his secret lust for his mother's friend and he certainly never acted on it, save for the frequent use of her image as fodder for the stroke film that played in his head whenever he jerked off. He hungered for this woman in silence, resigned to keep her as a youthful crush and an unattainable fantasy. In time, Graham's private coveting of Karen seemed to fade away. He went away to college and rarely, if ever got a chance to see the women who had starred in his teenage fantasies, though if by chance he did catch sight of her, perhaps driving by her house as he visited his parents, he could always feel the familiar twitch in his pants, an almost involuntary reminder of lust long forgotten. It was on one visit to his parents in particular that those faded memories of his youthful infatuation with her came back to him in a most unexpected manner. He had not seen her in years at this point and in all honesty he could not remember the last time he had envisioned her image as he got off, whether through self gratification or with a woman. A college man now, he was, in his opinion at least, quite sexually experienced and exceptionally skilled at pleasing a woman. He had become something of ladies man, usually keeping several ladies on the go at once and often quite open to try new things sexually with his lovers, whether it was inviting a second woman into his bed for a threesome, or dabbling in light bondage or S&M if that was what she was into. It was a random fall weekend when Graham came to visit his folks. He had been back to classes for a few weeks and had decided that he needed a few days away from the campus to relax. On the Saturday night he enjoyed a nice dinner with his parents and his younger brother, then excused himself from some further family bonding over a viewing of a DVD, and decided to take a walk in the brisk autumn air to work off some of his mother's pot roast. He grabbed his jacket and headed out, walking down the driveway, turning right at the end and making his way down the street. As he walked by the houses he grew up around, he fondly remembered his old neighbours. Some were still living there, while others had moved away. He strolled past each driveway and pictured each resident as her remembered them from his youth, smiling at memories he had not thought of in ages. Then he came upon a house that elicited a different kind of flashback altogether. He slowed his pace as he approached Karen's driveway. Suddenly a wave of images washed over his brain and he immediately felt his cock jump in his jeans. She still did it for him, that was for sure, or at least the fantasy he had built up years ago did. He shook his head in disbelief and wondered to himself what his old crush was looking like nowadays. Almost as if on cue, he saw a figure flash by in the front window of her house. His groin surged again as he was pretty certain he had spotted blonde curly hair in that brief instant. Now almost at a complete standstill in front of her house, his eyes narrowed as he focused on the window, hoping for a second glance. He was quickly rewarded as the figured re-emerged, this time leaving no doubt that it was her. Basically staring now, he strained his eyes to focus and take in the full image of his long lost dream woman. As he zeroed in on the window, he was taken aback as he realized what she was wearing. From his vantage point, it looked like she was wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties. Graham could not believe his luck. What were the odds that on this particular night he would just so happen to be visiting his folks, going for a walk and strolling by her house at the exact time she decided to prance around half naked in front of her living room window? Fate seemed to be on his side this evening to say the least. He quickly surmised that she and her husband must have the house to themselves, and perhaps they were engaging in some kinky shit, at least that's what he figured he would be doing if he were married to a woman like her. As he moved to get a bit closer to the house to improve his view, a second figure suddenly appeared beside her in the window. To his utter shock, the shirtless man who was putting his arms around her did not look familiar at all. As the couple moved away from the window, he felt his cock stiffen in his pants as he wondered to himself if Mr. Shaw knew what the missus was up to when he was not at home. It only took him a few seconds to decide that further investigation of the situation was needed. He quickly made his way to the side of the house, hopped the fence into the backyard and headed towards the back door. If he recalled correctly from his childhood, Karen always kept a spare key hidden underneath one of the big flower pots on her back patio. He was not entirely sure how he came to know such information, but did not really care once he saw the rusty key beneath the second pot he lifted up. Snatching the key up, he headed straight for the door and pressed his ear against it. He could not hear a thing. Holding his breath, he eased the key into the lock and slowly turned it, trying to be as quiet as possible. The door clicked unlocked and he gingerly turned the knob and slid the door open a bit. Sticking his head partway inside, he scanned back and forth rapidly for any signs of movement. Seeing nothing, he quickly made his way through the door and gently closed it behind him. Moving ever so slowly, he had just begun to make his way through the kitchen when he heard voices from upstairs. Graham knew right away who the laugh belonged to. No matter how long it had been since he had last seen her, it seemed that every single detail about his old fantasy fuck was forever imprinted on his brain. He moved swiftly towards the stairway and paused at the bottom landing, listening to the sounds from above to try and gauge their exact location. Guessing, and hoping, that the noises were coming from the master bedroom, he tried to remember where exactly it was situated up there, eventually deciding that it was at the end of the hallway, if his memory served him correctly. Slowly he made his way up the stairs and snuck a glance around the corner. His deductions had been correct, the master bedroom was at the end of the hallway, and was indeed the location from which the sounds were originating. Taking a deep breath, he softly tip-toed his way down the hall, stopping mere feet away from the slightly ajar bedroom door. Exhaling slowly, he leaned his head forward and looked into the dimly lit room. It was a sight he could never have even pictured in his wildest dreams. There before him in all her glory was the woman who had for years been the feature attraction in his sexual fantasies getting fucked by some dude on her matrimonial bed. "That's it," he heard Karen sigh to her lover, "yeah, suck on my tit." This was getting better by the second Graham thought to himself. Not only was he going to watch her fuck, he was also going to listen to her dirty talking while doing it hopefully. Though his vantage point through the small opening between the door and the frame was not the best, he could still easily make out the mystery man positioned on top of her missionary style, pumping his hips back and forth. Her unknown lover leaned in and kissed her forcefully, then was pushed away from her as she moaned loudly in appreciation. He sat up and placed his hands on her knees, spreading her legs apart further as he continued to piston his pelvis in and out of her. She reached back and clutched at the bed sheets, her head rolling back and eyes squeezing shut in rapture as she groaned deeply with each stroke of his cock. Graham could swear he could see the bed actually shifting with each thrust and from the angle of his sightline he could just make out Karen's tits bouncing in time with her lover's rhythm as well. Her breathing quickened and her moans increased as her fuck partner began pulling his dick out on each retraction and plunging it back in with each forward thrust. He did this about five or six times, causing her to cry out in anticipation of each reinsertion of his manhood. Once he began to steadily pump into her again, her right hand immediately shot down to her crotch and she started to rub her clit ferociously in synch with his motions. Their fuck pace was incredible, but they soon slowed, and after a couple of minutes he gradually decreased his thrusting and leaned down for a deep passionate kiss. "Oh..." she moaned as their lip lock broke, "I'm your little fucking bitch." With those words, Graham's cock nearly exploded out of his pants. Up until then he had merely been hoping to hear her dirty talking, but now that wishful thinking was clearly becoming a reality. As he watched the two lovers make-out during their break from their intense fuck-fest, he could not help but reach down and unzip his jeans, if only to relive the immense pressure. "You're such a good little fucking whore aren't you?" This time it was the guy's voice coming out of the bedroom. "Oh yeah," Karen moaned dutifully in response. "You want some more, huh?" Her lover asked her. "Mmm, yeah," she replied, "I wanna fuck you." Graham's hard cock was now completely out of his pants and his right hand was firmly gripping it as he watched the erotic scene play out in front of him. He watched as the pair rearranged themselves, with her mounting him in a reverse cowgirl position. She was now facing the doorway, allowing the young voyeur the chance to get a look at her full on for the first time since the show began. Karen was obviously older than the last time he had seen her, but she did not seem to show her age as much as he had thought she might. Maybe it was the setting in which he was seeing her tonight, all sweaty in the throes of adulterous passion, that was skewing his opinion, but he thought she looked as good as ever. The body was still toned and fit, her breasts still holding form in her now middle-age years. Her golden hair was shorter than before, her large and loose spiral curls damp with sweat and falling messily down to the tops of her shoulders as her head shook from side to side. She was just as beautiful and desirable as he had remembered, even more so now as he watched her enthusiastically fuck someone other than her husband. His hand gingerly pumping up and down on his now rock hard penis, Graham watched from his spot just outside the bedroom door as she positioned her wet and wanting pussy above her lover's equally erect cock. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto his waiting manhood with deep sigh as he reached up from behind her and took hold of both her heaving breasts with his hands. She quickly began gliding herself up and down, riding his shaft as he massaged her tits in time with her pace. "Oh yeah," she groaned, reaching down with her right hand and roughly rubbing his bouncing balls as he began to meet her up and down motion with upward thrusts of his hips. She threw her head back in sheer bliss as she bounced on his dick, pulling her hand away from his balls to stick a couple of her fingers in her mouth, then returning it back in between her legs to start stroking her clit once again. Her tempo increased with each plunge and Graham could now hear the distinct sound of flesh slapping against flesh with each downward drive. The motions of his own hand on his cock were now virtually in complete synch with her movements. "Oh fuck!" She cried out. "Oh, God! That's it, fill up my whole pussy!" Karen was clearly getting into the dirty talking now. "Fill it with your cock." She moaned. "That's it. Oh God, gimme your big hard cock!" She clenched her teeth together as her lover reached up and viciously squeezed her nipples as their fuck pace once again quickened in response to her filthy dialogue. "Oh yeah," she moaned, "I wanna come on your cock." Her hand was back on her clit, intensely flicking her love button as she bounced up and down faster than ever in search of an orgasm. "I wanna come on it." In fear of blowing a load all over the wall, Graham had to force his hand to stop fondling his throbbing cock as he watched in total sexual awe as she furiously rubbed herself while impaling her hungry snatch onto this man's rigid dick. She tossed her head from side to side, her face hidden in a sea of wet blonde curls as she lost herself completely to her pursuit of sexual release. Her moans gave way to primal grunts, then to animalistic cries as she squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of her imminent explosion. Finally her body shook violently and her breath became short and rapid as her long awaited orgasm washed over her body. Watching Karen fuck her way to explosion almost made the young man in the hallway come without even a stroke of his hand on his aching penis, but he managed to control himself through her climax. Graham watched as the mystery man repositioned his now recovering partner onto her knees and placed himself in behind her. Much to her delight, the man hastily leaned down and stuck his face directly in her ass. From the shriek of joy the immediately followed that action, it was easy to surmise that his tongue was now pleasuring her, in which hole was uncertain to a mere viewer. "Oh yeah," she groaned, "stick your tongue in my fucking asshole." Answering the question at hand as quickly as Graham had pondered it. Unable to stop himself any further, the hallway spectator's hand was now back stroking his cock, his arousal at her enjoyment of this anal pleasure too much for him to pay no heed to. His fist pumped furiously on his hard manhood as he watched her lover pull his face away from her ass and replace it with his dick. "Yeah, you like that?" He asked after a couple of thrusts, leading Graham to believe, and hope, that he was indeed balls deep in her asshole. Unable to form the words for an answer, Karen simply moaned uncontrollably and threw her head from side to side in a wild act of total rapture. Unfortunately, much to Graham's dismay, he soon realized that he was not watching this dream woman of his being sodomized, but he was happy enough when he saw her fuck buddy bring his left hand up to her ass and slowly ease a finger into her tight little asshole. The slow groan of agreement and sight of her hands reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart indicated her exhilaration with the action as well. He continued to fuck her cunt with his cock while pleasuring her asshole with his finger for several minutes as she moaned in delight with each stroke. The couple's pace seemingly quickened with each thrust, both clearly wanting their own orgasm to arrive as soon as possible. Outside the bedroom door, the third member of their trio was also desperately looking for his own release. Graham was easily matching the pair's fucking rhythm with his hand gliding over his pulsating penis. "More, more, more," she droned methodically, in an almost sexual trance-like state. "Yeah, come on that fucking cock," her lover told her, slamming into her as hard as he could now with each motion of his hips. Almost completely unable to form words at this point, Karen resorted to angrily grunting with each pump of her lover's cock, and began meeting his pace by rocking back in time with each pump of his groin. The sound of their flesh slapping together and her gut wrenching cries made their lovemaking seem almost violent and animalistic as she finally found her second orgasm and collapsed down onto the bed in sweaty satisfaction. Still pumping away looking for his own satisfaction, Graham could feel his own imminent explosion coming soon, and figured that the lucky bastard in the bedroom had to be close himself. He did not have to wait long for confirmation of that guess. "Come here and suck that fucking come outta my dick." The man ordered his exhausted lover as he pulled out of her dripping pussy. Obediently she quickly turned to face him as he lay down on the bed. She immediately reached out and grabbed hold of his penis with both hands and began to glide her hands up and down his wet shaft. Karen's mouth quickly followed suit, engulfing his cock between her lips and quickly working in tandem with her busy hands. "Oh fuck yeah," he groaned as he watched her work, "suck all that come outta my dick." She sucked and stroked his cock relentlessly, knowing his orgasm would hit any second. From the hallway Graham continued to replicate the speed and motion of her actions with that of his own hand on his dick. He desperately wanted to blow his load at the same time she got this other guy off. Luckily for him, he did not have to wait long. Within seconds of her unyielding attack on his manhood, Karen's lover let out a gut-wrenching growl as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her messy blonde curls. He pulled her head back from his twitching cock just as it began to erupt - shooting streams of his pearly white come onto her face and into her waiting mouth. Neighbourhood Watch That was all Graham needed to see. His hand furiously pumped his own dick as he watched this woman whom he had fantasized about for years jerk this man off into her mouth like a season streetwalker. Sensing his own imminent release, he quickly tucked his throbbing meat back into his pants and made a dash for the nearby restroom. The last thing he wanted to do was shoot his load there in the hallway and leave a sticky bit of evidence of his presence during this adulterous rendezvous. He barely made it into the restroom and to the toilet as his already leaking penis began to burst with his pent up love juice. Shot after shot of his hot semen splashed into the water as he fondly remembered the scene he had just witnessed. Out of breath and a bit dizzy, he quickly cleaned himself, and the scene of the crime, up with some tissues, almost making the mistake of flushing the toilet, but catching himself before he alerted the nearby lovers to his attendance. Pulling himself together, he headed back into the hallway to slip away before he was caught As quietly as he could, he slowly began tip-toeing his way back into the dimly lit hallway. He had not gotten two steps out of the restroom when he was suddenly frozen in his tracks. There, not five feet in front of him, stood Karen, naked from head to toe, her skin shimmering with post-sex sweat, and the remnants of her minutes-old facial still glistening from her cheek and lips. Too bewildered to even begin to vocalize a reaction, he simply stared at her, his mouth agape. The look on her face was that of complete shock and sheer terror. For what seemed like forever, neither one of them said a word, they just stared at each other, both afraid to break the silence. Finally a voice broke the tension. "What's taking so long baby? Get that slutty ass back here and get me ready for round two!" Karen squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment as she heard the shout from her lover echo into the hallway. Shaking her head in shame, she opened her eyes and locked gazes with her surprise houseguest. "Get out of here." She whispered, the words barely audible as she tried to keep the conversation discreet and to a bare minimum. Still in a state of astonishment at how the evening's events had played out, Graham continued to stand there in silence, unable to do anything but stare at the nude woman in front of him. "C'mon baby," the voice from the bedroom bellowed again, "Daddy's getting lonely waiting for his little whore to get back here! Don't make me come and get you now." "Please, go." She whispered, almost pleading now. Coming out of his almost euphoric trance, Graham suddenly realized the advantageous position he was in, given her clearly increasing panic with the thought of her adulterous lover finding him there. "What the Hell is going on?" He questioned in a whisper, feigning shock at seeing her naked in the hallway. "Who's that in there? It doesn't sound like Mr. Shaw?" "Graham please," she implored, "he'll hear you." "Who will?" He asked, a devilish smile slowly creeping up at the corners of his lips. "Who's in there?" Now in almost complete panic, she stepped closer to him, grabbed him by the arm and attempted to manoeuvre him towards the stairs, and out of the house. "Please just go," she was almost begging now. "I promise I'll talk to you about this tomorrow, just please go." "Okay, I'll go." He finally relented as he began to make his way to the stairs. Just before he began his decent down the staircase he turned back to her. "But..." Karen, herself starting to head back to the bedroom, turned back towards him in a clear state of fear and distress. "Please just get out of here," she pleaded. "Come by tomorrow and we'll talk. Just go please." With another sinful grin, Graham finally turned and headed down the stairs, then made his wade out of the house. The smile on his face remained as he got outside, its magnitude matched only by the size of the hardon once again raging in his pants. Neighbourhood Watch Cockermouth Drive is an unremarkable street, situated in a leafy suburb of middle England. Although no longer the home of impeccably stripped garden lawns, tea mornings with the parish council and staunch English values, the street has remained a quiet, consistent hamlet where nothing unusual went on, or at least nothing that wasn't brought to every resident's attention. Mr. Prendergast was very proud of this. He'd lived in the same house, on the same street, for the majority of his life and other than the odd British beach holiday, he never ventured far. His home was Cockermouth Drive and he kept care of it and its residents, day in and day out. On this particular day he was sat at his worn writing bureau, cup of tea steaming, diary turned to that day's page ready to make his mid-morning report. He took the upkeep and protection of his street very seriously. If a new car was parked on the street, the registration was noted down. If a dustbin was not taken in at the end of the collection day, notes were delivered. If a child broke a window with a stray football, a mark was made against their name. Nothing happened without Mr. Prendergast seeing. This caused some annoyance and suspicion amongst the residents of Cockermouth Drive but on the whole it was accepted. After all, like the royal guards standing sentry at the palace, Mr. Prendergast had been keeping guard of the street for as long as anyone could remember. Positioned at his post, a meter back from the first floor bedroom window, he had a commanding view of Cockermouth Drive taking in all of the house fronts. Scanning the street he started his report; 11.00am, street activity, nothing to report. Vehicle activity, all accounted for, no suspect vehicles. Resident activity, all employed residents exited the street between 7.30am and 8.45am. Remaining residents total: 13. Finishing his written notes he picks up his binoculars and starts phase two of his report, household security. Number one Cockermouth Drive came in to focus as he leveled his view on the front door, then the font window and lastly the first floor bedroom. Room to room he moved his vision, observing the daily lives of others. Scanning across number seven's facade a slight movement alerts Mr. Prendergast's attention. Through his binoculars the picture blurs as he tried to focus on the bedroom window. The scene is obscured slightly by the branches of a cherry blossom tree growing nearby but a figure is just visible reclining on a bed. Taking his notebook he opened it to the relevant page and instinctly picked up his pencil. Miss Abigail Smith, commonly referred to as Abi, aged 19, student (unemployed). 'Miss Smith must be having a day off from her hard studies,' thought Mr. Prendergast as her long blonde hair and pretty young face came in to focus. Noting this down in his log he moved his attention on to the next house. Minutes pass without event until the muffled sound of a door shutting pricked his ears. Taking the binoculars away from his face, he franticly looked the street up and down as his vision gradually re-adjusts. All quite again, the street was as still as a painting. Confused, Mr. Prendergast steps back and took in the vista, looking for movement, then suddenly he finds what he is looking for. Moving back to his binoculars he levels on number seven's bedroom window again. Zooming in and out, he struggles to focus on the room but gradually Miss Abi Smith comes in to view. She's kneeling on her bed, her long baggy shirt draped over her like a pale blue sack. From her posture she is talking to someone but who? Mr. Prendergast turns to her page and reads, 'Many suitors but no permanent relationship.' Looking back Abi is smiling and saying something to her mystery guess. Steadying his view he observes Abi lift her hands to the top of her neck and start to slowly unbutton the shirt, letting it gape open. A gust of wind blows across the street, rattling a stray drinks can across the pavement and swaying the cherry tree branches across his line of sight. When his view is restored her shirt is hanging off her shoulders revealing her petite breasts, back arching, her pert nipple point to the ceiling. Letting the shirt drop from her body she kneels on her bed, blonde hair trailing down her back, expectantly waiting. An unheard command comes and Abi repositions herself, laying back on her bed she shuffles about to get comfortable making her small breasts jiggle and bounce as she does. Her forward knee rises, hiding her pussy from view but revealing herself fully to her guess. As the cherry blossom sways in front of him, Mr. Prendergast sees a figure appear in view, to distorted to recognise. Moving between her parted legs a hand wraps around Abi's thigh while a mop of dark hair pushes deep in to her groin and slowly starts to bob up and down. The binoculars move up her body and take in her arching back, hands balled up, gripping the bed sheet and a look of ecstatic pleasure rests on her face. Abi's hand slowly lets go of the bed and she gently caresses her stomach, moving up her torso and traces a single finger over her right breast. Stopping at the pinnacle of her nipple she rolls it between her fingers before grabbing both her breasts and roughly massages them in time to the franticly bobbing head. The silent carnal display ebbs and flows until Abi's hands grab at her partners hair, tugging as she throws her head back and pushes her breasts skywards, her mouth open in rapture. The orgasmic crescendo takes hold of her completely, rippling through her, until the waves of passion start fade and her grip loosens on her partner. Sitting up from between her limp legs, the pale figure fades in to view and Mr. Prendergast gave a surprised cough. Emerging from behind his binoculars, he wiped the steamed-up lenses, took a sip of his now cold cup of tea and fiddled with the pages of his notebook. Finding the page he was looking for he starts to read, 'Mrs. Sophie Lovejoy, 33, wife of Adam Lovejoy, mother of Thomas Lovejoy. Number two Cockermouth Drive.' 'This morning's report,' he thought, 'is becoming very intriguing indeed.'