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Watching Thea

By: NotWithoutMyShoes



Her head had been on the brink of falling onto my shoulder for the past 15 minutes. Every time, I thought I'd feel her soft locks brush against my skin, the train would rattle and she roused herself up again. It was torture. I could clearly see she could barely muster the energy to sit up straight again, and I could no longer bear the torture of anticipating the sensations to come and still not feel her on my shoulder. I couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh when the train suddenly screeched to a halt and it was me being thrown towards her. We both flew in a heap sideways across the subway seats. With a loud thud, she crashed onto the seat next to her, and me on top of her.

"Ahhhhhh, what the hell!!" she was clearly not amused.

"Sorry, I couldn't catch myself. You ok? Did you get hurt?"

"Well, I'm definitely awake. Wide awake. Damn, my head!" she replied rubbing her head where it had made impact with the bench. She had barely missed the handrails, which would surely have done some damage, but the hard plastic seat had done its share.

"I'm so sorry."

I had started to stammer, trying to help her up, picking up the various things that had tumbled out of her bag in the crash. A tube of red lipstick, Nice shade, I thought to myself. A tiny hairbrush, clearly hadn't been used today. And... oh wow, a condom. I didn't dare pick that up. Not quite sure how she'd react. "Quit staring at it and give it to me, please! Haven't you ever seen a condom?" she quipped. I had been standing in front of her, my back turned, luckily hiding my red face. I bent down to pick it up, when the train started moving again, and I was thrown backwards, nearly landing on her again.

She laughed, "Twice in one night, I'd almost think you're trying to tell me something." There it was, my chance to say some clever line to get her to laugh, to get her to flirt with me. It had taken me months of sitting on the same train with her night after night to even get up the courage to sit next to her, let alone, try something.

"Maybe I am." and I winked at her. Man, that was lame, I thought to myself.

She looked at my quizzically, "Such as?"

Damn! I didn't actually have a good line for that reply.

"I just thought maybe I'd lie on you for a change." She balked, raised her eyebrows and made to move away.

"Ohh, sorry, sorry, I just meant since you've been nearly falling asleep on my shoulder for the past few days."

Now she really grew visibly uncomfortable, "Sorry, I don't know you. I better get going."

I raked my hand through my hair, damn it, what am I doing, I can't even talk to her, how was this supposed to work!?!

"Maybe this is a little too weird. I'm not some creepy stalker, I promise. It's just that I've seen you take the same late train every night for a couple weeks. You always look so tired. I was trying to work up the courage to introduce myself."

"Right, not a stalker, but have been watching me for weeks."

But the incredulous look on her face didn't last long.

"Alright, Stalkerboy. So you say you weren't stalking me. Just taking the train with me every night. And apparently serving as a pillow for some of them." She laughed, "so tonight was what? Revenge for my having drooled on your shirt when I napped?" I turned beet red, but still couldn't help but laugh at the scene. Here I had been trying to get to know her for weeks, and I topple on top of her.

"Alright, I'm sorry, no more jokes. I'm Thea. What's your name, Stalkerboy?" I looked up at her, somewhat relieved that the tension had gone. Thea, sounded familiar, but still somewhat unusual. A little oddball-ish though. I guess it suited her quite nicely. She looked like one of those artsy types, but still, when I had found her not sleeping, she'd been reading books on politics and current affairs, decidedly non-artsy. I couldn't quite sort her. "Or did you want me to keep referring to you that way?"

I startled, "Oh, sorry, I'm Jake. Nice to finally put a name to the face." She smiled somewhat uncomfortably. She still looked tired, her bright red lipstick was no longer perfectly applied, and her hair was mussed up. She actually looked like she had spent the entire day in bed... with a guy... Damn.

"So what do you do when you're not riding trains late at night, squishing helpless maidens?" The look in her eyes changed from tired to intrigued, she stared right into me. I wanted to make up some fantastic sounding job, but I had a feeling she would know if I was lying to her. Something about her just didn't seem to take too well to being B.S.ed.

"I'm still going to school, working part-time in the cafeteria. And yourself?" 

"Same, still working on my degree and working part-time."

"Working part-time, where?"

"Umm, I'd rather not say."

"Come on, can't be worse, than cleaning cafeteria stoves and emptying trash cans."

"Let's just say, the job isn't going on my resume. It does pay the bills though."

My mind had started racing. What did she do? An escort? A prostitute? Drug Mule? Sell drugs? No, she couldn't. She didn't even look the part. I mean, granted she had nice legs, and from what I could see, didn't look too bad anywhere else, but she just didn't strike me the drug selling, paid escort type.

"Wow, your mind is reeling. What are you imaging? That I jump into bed for money? Sell heroin out of my book bag? Hardly. Nothing illegal. I just let people watch."

Ok, this is too good. "Watch what? I don't get it."

She started laughing, seemingly at my innocence when it came to things more devious than Playboy magazines.

"Well, this is my stop. If you want I can show you. I work around the corner from here."

"Seriously, this late at night, you head to work?"

As the train came to a halt, she answered, "Well, I sleep pretty late, but then I study most of the day and then work at night. It doesn't really do much for my sleep schedule, but unless I find a rich sugar daddy, I gotta keep working."

"Ok, now I'm intrigued."

"Ha-ha, let's hope you'll be more than intrigued in a little while."

Rounding a corner, we walked into the backdoor of an old brownstone. Inside the walls had been painted several coats of rusty red color, there were thick curtains over doorways, behind which I could hear women moaning. I was getting thoroughly weirded out. You could say, I am a bit of traditionalist, and maybe a little boring when it comes to sex, but because I didn't look too bad and the trust fund my parents had set up for me loomed with the promise of money when I turned 25, random women threw themselves at me. Definitely not what I wanted. Thea was refreshing -- she had no clue who I was. Nor did she seem too concerned with who I was. Instead it was me that needed to know more about her. What moves a pretty girl to a place like this. What was this anyway?

"Sit down right here, you can see everything, the guys and me. Just don't make a sound or my boss will have my ass. Ok? You're going to get quite the show. Normally guys drop quite some cash to see this." Her eyes glinted. She sat me down on a stool, crouched in a corner, still hidden behind the heavy red velvet drapes, but still with a view of the small platform behind it as well as another curtain, this one purple.

The platform was covered in pillows, an old teddy bear stuffed into a corner. It was beginning to dawn on me what was about to happen, yet the excitement of the moment and the chance to see more of what was about to precipitate, plus I had no intention of drawing the attention of some bouncer named Pittbull to myself. I just sat and stared at the pillowed stage. Back from the dressing room, Thea harrumphed behind me before she squeezed past me in pink shorts, tank top, and bunny slippers. In the getup, she didn't look much different from my little sister when she was 10 or 11. I guess that was the intent. "What do you feel like listening to? Pop music, R&B, Jazz?"

"Am I correct in assuming that you don't have anything more classical? Say 'Eine kleine Nachtmusik'?"

"You really do want me to fall asleep don't you," she winked. "Ok, I only have a short shift tonight. Just sit here and watch. I'll be done in two hours."

She put on something along the lines of bubblegum pop music. She kneeled on the pillows, hugging that ratty old teddy bear against her chest. She breathed one more sigh, then the curtain rolled up. Behind the glass sat a swarthy man. Perspiration glistening on his bald head. He perpetually mopped his forehead with a dirty tissue, as he watched Thea languidly crawl towards him. When she reached the front of the stage, she squatted down on her heels, spreading her knees apart. Thea used the paw of that bear to slowly stroke from her knees upwards. When she reached the seam of her shorts, she quickly stuck the paw underneath the leg, at which point the curtain rolled down again. The swarthy guy strained to watch her even as the curtain had moved below eye level. Bending down further and further to continue watching Thea, who mockingly waved him goodbye.

"So that's what I mean by watching me," she whispered. "I bet you he's gonna put another twenty dollars down to see more." 

"Is this it? You just prance around in shorts and a tank top, playing with a teddy bear."

"Oh, not enough for you is it? Wait for the next $20."

As though on cue, the curtain opened again, again the swarthy guy sat glued to the window. Thea rolled from her knees onto her back and began stroking her arms, then gliding over her shoulders, breasts to her waist. Her fingers started to probe beneath her tank top, inching it up further until it sat just below her breasts. I had stopped watching the guy on the other side of the glass and began watching Thea, as her fingertips gingerly slid over her stomach towards the top of her shorts. Pushing them down past her hips, Thea, hooked a finger underneath the side of her thong and acted to yank them off as she watched the man in the window. He was breathing so hard with every small yank, I wondered if I might need to jump out and give the guy CPR, he sure looked close to a heart attack. Before he could see even just one curl, the curtain rolled down again. Thea blew him a kiss as he disappeared behind the purple velvet. She stayed lying down, only looking up to find me staring at creamy white stomach and the curve of her hips. "Do you now see why they keep paying? Just enough to keep them interested. Not enough to get off."

"But isn't that what they want to see? Naked flesh?"

"I try to get around that. I've never been that terribly comfortable with taking it all off. Sure one or two things, but everything? Birthday suit? No sir, I can't do that in public. Too self-conscious." Her voice had barely been above a whisper, but we both bolted up when we heard the thundering voice coming down the hallway.

"I told you to start taking it off. Teasing and playing around isn't what I pay you for. I pay you to show your tits and your ass. Are we clear?" The voice belonged to a man of indescribable age. He could have been in his mid-thirties or his sixties. Not that it would have made much of a difference, he was gigantic. One swipe of the hand could have knocked Thea clear across the street. And yet she stood up to him.

"I told you Bernie, I am not doing that. If you want a stripper, go hire a stripper." Thea was 5 foot 7, taller than most women, and standing on the small platform, she was even taller, but in comparison to Bernie here, she seemed tiny. She crossed her arms in front of her, the teddy bear still dangling in the crook of her elbow. The mussed up hair, the stained lips, but not a single shred of fear in her eyes. Thea stared Bernie down. He wasn't quite sure what to do with her. He really did want to fire her, you could tell from his face. He was filled with contempt for that little upstart, but guys kept coming back. That Lolita thing worked on guys, all imagining bedding their own sweet sixteen. It really was all quite disgusting. I had tried to squeeze myself into a corner and hide behind the heavy drapes so that Bernie here, wouldn't see me, but when Bernie started to gesticulate widely, I moved too quickly to avoid getting broadsided by one of those puppies, and the curtain moved. Bernie tore away the curtain from where I was hiding, and bellowed, "What's going on here? Who the hell are you? Thought you could get a free show from your girlfriend here, did you? Let me show you what we do with freeloaders." With that, he tried to get a hold of my coat to drag me outside. However, I sidestepped his huge hand, and said, much to my own dismay, "I wouldn't do that, you don't know who you're dealing with." Thea still stood with her arms crossed, her toes curled over the ledge, and an even sterner look on her face. Bernie was, gratefully, as stupid as he was big.

He stood a bit dumfounded, while I explained to him, "I'm Jackson Walters, the Third. If you even so much as touch me, your club will be closed faster than you can," that's where the mental speech I had laid out came to an end. I was never any good at these things. I may come from money, but the sheer arrogance that so often comes with it did not suit me. "Well, extremely fast!" I finally concluded. Bernie, gratefully, still didn't get it, but he began to get an even meaner look in his eye.

Thea jumped off the stage, grabbed her coat and bag, and pulled me towards the door. Before neither Bernie nor I could say another word, Thea and I stood on the street. "Didn't I tell you not to make a sound? You just got me fired." Before I could get my internal smart alleck in check, I blurted out, "Technically, you just quit." My quip was not met with the humor, with which it had been intended. Thea glared back at me.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I'm sure you can get your job back. You seemed...." I searched for a fitting word "popular!" Even Thea, in all her frustration at having lost her only paying job, couldn't help but laugh at that ridiculous assessment.

"Quite popular actually. Didn't you know, everyone has a fantasy about sleeping with Lolita. Even you were turned on!"

Thea was right of course; she did look enticing on that stage. Bunny slippers, teddy bear and all. Actually, she still looked enticing. She was still wearing the same outfit, in fact, even the slippers were still on. "Maybe you should put your coat on, Thea."

"Well, Mr. Jackson Walters, the Third. Afraid to be seen with a floozy in bunny slippers?"

"Actually, I'm afraid you'll catch your death out here in this cold. Now put that on."

She didn't resists as I helped her into her coat. It did barely anything to cover her bare legs, which were still exposed to the winds whipping through New York. "Alright, maybe one won't do." and I wrapped my coat around here. "So where's home. Don't worry, I'm not going to stalk you there, I know you still think I'm your stalker. I just want to make sure you and teddy get home safe." Thea started laughing, first almost an embarrassed giggle, then a full-on, can't-breathe laughter. "Yes, must get Teddy home safe. You know you're actually very sweet, Stalkerboy." I still flinched at the sound of that unpleasant nickname, but it was far less of a nuisance than when she called my by full name. I never did get used to that name, it's like a title of nobility. Dreadful.

"Well, I don't really have a home. I live in my VW Bus. It hasn't been running in ages, but it blocks the air out and has enough room for me to sleep."

"You live in a car? In this neighborhood? By yourself?"

She waved teddy in front of my face indicating that she was far from alone, but I wouldn't bite. "I'm serious Thea. This can't be safe. Let me get you to a hotel? Come on, I just lost you your job, it's the least I can do." I had tried hard to make that sound less condescending than it did. I did not succeed. Her reaction was explosive.

"I'm not a damsel in distress. This is not Pretty Woman. I don't need your money, I don't need you putting me up in a hotel. I may take my clothes off for a living, or at least pretend to, but I am certainly not for sale. Goodbye, Mr. Walters. And quit taking the same train as me."

She stormed off towards her car, her bunny slippers leading the way. If it hadn't been so freezing and dead serious, the whole scene would have been extremely comical.

I stormed after her.

"Geez, I really have a talent with women. Either they want to jump into my bed as soon as they know who I am or they can't get away from me as fast as possible at the mere mention that I might do something nice for them." I huffed after her. I really was beginning to freeze terribly.

"Come on, I just want to help. Come on!!"

Another half block and I was done for, "At least give me my coat back! Ugh, you stubborn ..., freeze out here, why don't you." She turned on her heel, and marched back. Looking me squarely in the eye, I had the feeling she would either sock me one or let go of a tirade. Well, instead, she swung that teddy bear at my head. It may not have hurt, but certainly confused me for a moment. Only a moment, after which we both broke into laughter. "So come on, let me take you somewhere warm. Promise, no sleazy hotel."

"No can do, I can't leave Dolly alone. She'd probably get broken into and vandalized."

Geez, Dolly? Teddy? I was beginning to wonder if she wasn't really only sixteen giving names like that to her possessions.

"Umm... you've been living on this block for how many months now?"

"Five, why?"

"If she hasn't been broken into yet, she is not going to get broken into if you spend a night away from her."

"Still, I have all my stuff here." she really did sound quite concerned. What an oddball, but I did want to get her out of the cold.

"Make you a deal, I'll see what can be done with ... Dolly... and if we can get her to move again, you'll take the car back downtown."

She already moved to say something in return, but I cut her off, "No buts! I'm not going to have my armor tarnished by a stubborn str..."

"I AM NOT A STRIPPER! Well, not really anyways. Strippers have goodies to show off, I don't." Oh, she was definitely wrong on that last point but I wasn't going to argue with her much longer.

Arriving at her car, I walked around to the back, opened the trunk, really just undoing a few hundred twist ties that served as a latch, and looked inside. It was dirty, definitely needed a thorough cleaning out, which also went for the rest of the car. She had it stuffed to the brim with books and clothes. Thea may have lived in her car, but apparently crammed her entire apartment into it first. I checked a few things, tightened some other ones. "You sure you have gas in the tank?"

"Ok, for how stupid do you take me? Of course the tank is full. That was the first thing I thought of," I had purposely kept my head buried in the engine, but I could feel her eyes glaring into me. If looks could kill, the one she was bound to give me would have had me dead on the spot.

"Sit up front and start, might take a few tries but she should run. Just start her and see if you can get her moving. Your battery needs to get going again."

Dolly just wheezed, nothing. I fumbled with a few more things as she tried to start. Tah dah, she sprang into life. Literally. Thea had taken my advice of getting the battery going again quietly literally, and started slowly driving down the block. I had a quick debate over whether to run after her, I decided that honestly would be too much even if I liked her.

I hugged my arms around me and started off towards the subway station. This was a thoroughly ruined evening. I squished a girl, watched her seduce men with her body, got her promptly fired, fixed her car, and still had to go home by myself.

"Are you going to be walking down the street in the cold much longer or are you gonna climb in?"


Watching Thea



I had barely the energy to reply. I just jumped in, again, quite literally, as she slowed down barely enough for me to get in without breaking anything.

"So where is this non-sleazy place of warmth you were talking about, Mr. Walters."

"It's Jake and that's at 19 Park Place."

Within minutes, we pulled up in front of the house.

"Pull around the corner."

"What? You don't want your parents finding a shabby old VW in front of their house?"

"No, I actually want you to drive into the garage, so that I can have another look at the car in the morning."

A surprised "Oh." was all Thea could muster. Ha, finally speechless.

I took her up the stairs. The house was empty and had been since August. My sister moved to college, finally, and I lived there with our maid, Roberta. I didn't want anyone else taking up the space our parents had occupied. Both had passed away within a short time of each other. My mother of breast cancer and my father of a broken heart.

"Come on in. It's warm and guaranteed non-sleazy."

"Ummm, yeah. It's a palace."

"Home sweet home" I said with a hefty helping of irony. I really didn't like to be in this empty house, but seeing that my sister still lived here during her vacations and still needed family, we had decided to continue living here.

"Sorry, it's a little haunting, I know. I spend most of my time upstairs. Let me show you to one of the spare bedrooms.

"Of which there are?" Thea asked with raised eyebrows.

"Enough."

I gave Thea the room at the end of one hallway, a good distance away from me.

"Alright, so this is far enough away from me, so that you don't get the idea that I brought you here for anything sinister. Just a warm bed. Stay until you finals are over. At least you won't have to work late and Teddy and Dolly are safe. Again, I'm very sorry about tonight."

"Don't worry about tonight. It's not like I could work there forever. I doubt the PhD committee would look too kindly on my part-time job. And thank you."

She padded into the empty bedroom and closed the door behind her. "Goodnight," I whispered to the closed door. I made my way back to my end of the hallway.

I showered and changed into pajamas. I crawled under the covers to warm up. Picking up my textbook, I knew I needed to finish reading for final exams in three months. But my eyes had already gotten so heavy. I couldn't keep them open much longer. I pushed the volume off the bed and buried myself in pillows and blankets.

Even though I was tired, sleep was still a ways off. About twenty counts into sheep, I realized I was counting teddy bears and bunny slippers. I sat up, raked my hands through my hair. I was exasperated. This was not how I had imagined this. I thought I would flirt with her, maybe get her number. Did not think I'd see her half naked. Did not think I would get her fired and then take her back home. I thought about what Thea must be feeling in this odd house. Like on cue, a quiet knock at the door, answered my question. I opened the door to find a freshly-showered Thea looking back at me.

"Oh good, I wasn't sure which room was yours. This house kinda gives me the creeps. Did you know that there are nine doors on this floor alone?"

"Yah, I live here, remember?"

Right. So, is it... I mean, would it... could I maybe sleep here tonight? Promise to stay on the floor. I just need someone around me."

"Ehhhmmm, the bed is big enough for five. I doubt if there's even a chance we'd wake each other."

"Ok," with that the sprinted past me into bed. Cuddling on her side of the bed, she looked even younger than she did on the subway and that ridiculous stage she "performed" on. I climbed into my side, and surprisingly found sleep very easily. The weight of sleep quickly taking over me. Even with this particular creature next to me. I quickly dozed off. We both slept on separate sides of the bed, at least to begin with.

During the night Thea tossed and turned, seemingly racked with nightmares. Eventually ended on my side of the bed, one arm casually flung over my chest, scaring the heck out of me. The joy of feeling the weight of her arm and the scent of her delicious skin was short lived however. Her knees were pulled up straight into my side. Exasperatedly, I whispered, "How does anyone sleep like this?"

I rolled her onto her other side, hoping to extricate my arm in the process. No luck. My arm was wedged underneath hers, but at least her knees didn't bore into my ribs anymore. I found some more hours sleep and woke up with a full face of blond hair.

She slept like a cat, contorted but peacefully. Her pink lips slightly parted, gleaming white teeth. "So are you going to keep staring at me or kiss me?"

"Wha... wha.. What are you talking about?"

Thea sat up and laughed at my miserable, stammering attempt to hide both my morning erection and the fact that I had been staring at her lips for a good five minutes.

"I did that for a living. I detected what would turn a guy on in just a few minutes, remember? And you are definitely one for the helpless maiden act."

"Come on, that's hardly fair. You're practically a professional con artist, playing to people's fetishes and predilections."

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to imply that you were one of those perverted sops. However, I did hope you'd kiss me eventually. Guess, I got a little impatient."

"Well, why didn't you say so."

Hooking one finger under the strap of her tank top and reaching behind her head, I pulled her towards me.

Rather than be passively kissed, Thea crawled the rest of her body towards me, swung her right leg over me, straddling me. Our kiss never broke, but her decision to straddle me was disconcerting. I didn't want her quite this close to my erection, not the kind of greeting I wanted to give during our first kiss. And man, what a kiss. Her tongue teased, licked, danced, and did whatever else it could to turn me on. And damn that worked. I tried to wiggle my way through the impeding disaster, when she reached for the blanket and pulled it away. "You can't hide down there forever."

"No no, Thea, don't. I..." All explanations were too late. She had already pulled down my pants far enough to reach in and pull out my now fully engorged cock. I stared at Thea in shock. I knew what I wanted her to do, and she could apparently read minds. Her tiny hands wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking. Her lips reached for mine again, her tongue probing my lips.

"Is this what you want me to do to you?" She whispered and started slowly kissing from the corner of my mouth down my chin, throat, down to my collarbones. A sighed, "Oh yes" escaped my lips, all while she continued to stroke my cock.

"And how about this?" at which she proceeded to slowly lick the length of my collarbone with the tip of her tongue. She didn't wait for an answer, sat back up, looked mischievously into my eyes, and slid her body down my legs. She had been straddling my thighs, but moved closer to my ankles. She leaned forward, her breasts stroking my thighs. Keeping a firm hold of my shaft, Thea circled the head with small kisses, trailing them down the length and back up, following the same with small licks. I had almost forgotten how good a pair of lips felt on my cock, when she parted her lips and sucked me into her mouth. Her tongue probed and circled the sensitive spots just a long the underside, as her hand continued to pump my shaft. Her lips providing pressure and gentle suction. Good, it was glorious. She was minute in her movements, but deliberate in execution. And skilled. Mere minutes of this treatment and I felt a churning and I knew I was close. I shifted and moaned to indicate her somewhat that I was about blow, words being too far away for the moment. But she wouldn't relent. A few more pumps and I released. An enjoyed giggle and smile indicated to me that she wasn't altogether dissatisfied. Lapping around the head, she continued small kisses until I could no longer bare the sensations. A languid, satisfied smile, was all she could muster, she leaned back against the footboard.

Neither of us really had anything to say and just stared at each other. She really was beautiful. She may have looked childish yesterday, but she was certainly all woman. Her breasts were perhaps only a handful, but still managed to spill out of the tank top she wore. Her shorts revealed soft thighs that were not done justice in the lighting of that dingy club or under street lamps. They were full, certainly not fitting with current day beauty standards, something of another time. When a woman was supposed to have thighs, and hips and a round ass. She had all of that. I was mentally saying a small prayer for the inventor of short shorts, when a loud growl interrupted the silence. We both broke out into laughter, "Sorry. I guess I'm still a little hungry. Could you just point me to the kitchen?"

"Come on, before you get lost and end up waking Bertie."

"Bertie? Is that your ..."

"Housekeeper." I chimed in.

"Yes, of course, housekeeper." Thea rolled her eyes at the mere idea of having one, but I snapped, "She's been with the family for ages, she used to babysit me when my sister and I were younger."

I took her hand and dragged her down the main stairs towards the kitchen. The huge kitchen was one of the only other rooms that I had fond memories of -- our father used to make us rice pudding on Sundays when our mother was off to some charity thing. The double-door fridge was filled to the brim, and Thea couldn't decide. "Why don't you decide," she whispered and she clasped her arms around my waist and reached up to kiss my cheek. She hopped onto the counter, and dropped one slipper to the floor and dangled the other ratty bunny from her foot.

I tossed her a bell pepper, "Make yourself useful."

"Ha, I've already been useful today." she replied.

I whirled around and lunged for her lips, still finding them as soft as before.

"What exactly has she been useful with, Jake?"

It was Roberta in her pink robe standing in the doorframe. She was a grey haired older lady, a little heavy set with age, but the sweetest woman you could imagine.

Thea looked at me anxiously, waiting for me to find a suitable lie. "Oh come on, Bertie. Do I really have to explain the birds and the bees to you."

"No, you don't. But you better find her useful for other things, too. I finally want to see you married."

Thea didn't understand a word of what had just transpired. "Perhaps I should explain. Bertie here raised me. She was the one to give me the birds and bees speech when I was a kid. My parents weren't around anymore." A sad look rushed to Thea's eyes. "And that other part, that's what I was explaining last night. I only get the rest of my "fortunes" if I get married."

"When you get married, not if. Because there is no way, you are letting another one get away." Roberta chimed in.

The look in her eyes went from sadness to confusion and anxiety. To alleviate that, I said, "Don't worry, I didn't help you to trick you into marrying me."

Thea smiled and said, "Good, 'cause even though I need a sugar daddy, desperately, I am not getting married until after I pass my final thesis defense in three months."

She hopped off the counter and started cutting up the vegetables for our omelet.

A big breakfast and a hefty helping of embarrassing stories later, including the one about my now infamous nickname Stalkerboy, I had moved Thea back up the second floor. "Alright, I'll go shower, I'll catch up with you in a bit," I kissed her on the corner of her mouth and left her at the door to her room.

I assumed Thea was doing the same, and didn't bother closing or locking the doors.

After my shower, I walked out of the bathroom, steam billowing out of the room, a towel wrapped around me. I was scrubbing my hair with a towel and nearly missed Thea sitting on my bed.

She was leaning against the headboard, her legs planted on the bed about two feet apart. She had taken off her top and shorts and trailed a lone finger up her glistening slit. The sight knocked the air out of me and I sucked in a breath to keep from tipping over. Rather than being startled, she seductively looked at me and whispered, "Don't you want to see what all those guys came to see."

I moved to sit at the foot of the bed, as she dipped her middle finger into her pussy. It was soaked when she pulled it back out. Dipping two fingers inside, and coating them with her juices, she began teasing her clit. Varying between strumming, stroking, and circling, Thea continually dipped her fingers into pussy to keep them nice and wet. Her other hand was stroking her thighs, up her soft belly, to her round breasts, where it stroked and pinched her beautiful pink nipples till they were hard and pointing seemingly straight at me. Her rapid breathing indicated that she was nearing release.

"I don't just want to see it, I want it."

I pulled off the towel wrapped around me, and moved towards her. Her pulled up knees fit perfectly underneath my arms as I pulled into her. She wrapped her warm legs around me and practically pulled me into her as much as I entered her. Her legs and arms wrapped around her I didn't need much to hold onto her and was able to take a hold of the headboard, wedging Thea between me and hard wood. She was indescribable, soft, warm to the point of hot. Her pussy was tight, but dripping. Thea's hold on my shoulders and around my waist allowed her to grind herself further onto me each time I slammed her against the headboard. Her hot tongue trailed from my lips to my neck to my shoulders, where she practically suction-cupped herself to keep from screaming. I felt her tightening around me in her grip on my body and my cock. A few more slams and we both found release.

We both lay panting across the bed, dripped in sweat. She pulled up to my chest and said, "Well, this certainly wasn't boring."

My confused look prompted her to explain that further. "Come on, don't you ever read the gossip pages? That last slut you dated announced to the world that you were boring in bed..."

I rubbed my eyes and face, and she said, "Well, maybe she didn't know how to turn you on. She certainly wasn't much to look at, skin and bones that she was."

A smile escaped my lips, as she laid her head on my chest, her blond hair splaying across. I wrapped my arms around her and we drifted off to sleep.

I caught her just as she was sneaking out of the bedroom later that day. "Where are you headed?"

"Oh, did I wake you? I was heading to the university library to study and prepare for my degree defense."

"No you're not. You're staying here."

"Come on, as nice as sex is, I told you I can't do anything until after that last defense."

"While I do agree that the sex is nice, and there will be a repeat performance shortly, I actually had something else in mind. Follow me."

I pulled on my jeans from the previous day and a shirt and walked her downstairs towards a locked door.

"This is or rather was my father's library. I don't really use it, but if you need a place to study while you're here, you're welcome to."

"And exactly how long am I here?" Thea asked pointedly.

Confidently, almost arrogantly, I replied, "At least until finals are over, and then we'll see." I clapped her delicious ass and left her at the open door.

When I came back to check on her a few hours later, she was engrossed in a textbook. I walked around the desk and peeked over her shoulders at what she was reading. Despite the fact that we had had amazing sex, and she had spent the night in my house, in my bed even, I still didn't know much about her.

"Come on, we'll get some dinner. Roberta is cooking up a storm with you in the house. We'll talk a little and then I'll let you get back to your work."

She was about to protest, but her growling stomach thought otherwise. Sitting at the kitchen table, Thea and I sat for a couple hours as we recounted tales about our past. Bertie had gone to bed hours ago, but we were still talking. Thea's full name had been Thea Magdalene Concord, and she had left home after her family had told her that her plans for a PhD were impractical and she should just start working with what she already had. Another six years of school wouldn't add much to her "marriage eligibility" as they put it. She had lived in housing for the majority of those six years, but the last year had proven very hard, with funding drying up and her having to move out of housing. She didn't want to give up so close to the end and decided living in her car and working as a "professional tease" was enough to pass the last year. After that, she would surely get a job and move out.

"Alright, so how about, you stay here until you finished your thesis and defended it successfully? Whenever that may be. And then if you still want to stay after you are done, you are very welcome to. I have enough space and my sister Cathy won't be home until May, so you have plenty of privacy for your work."

She agreed, but only if I finished fixing up her VW and ... continued the earlier treatments, which she added with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Studying did not happen anymore that night, except perhaps of each other's likes and dislikes. She loved anything hard and rough, though nothing that would leave permanent signs and was probably the biggest tease, starting with the way she would walk in front of me and then slowly slink backwards into me. Her main pet peeve was people trying to tickle her, it would get her into such laughing fits that she'd be more likely to fall off the bed than be further turned on. Such were the next few nights and mornings. She'd study in the library during the day, while I fixed her car and finished studying for my exams, which were coming up soon as well. I had been finishing up my Master's degree. I already had a job at my father's old firm, but had decided to take some time off to actually study and work a real job in the real world, away from money. Being a member of the board and going golfing at 2 p.m. on a Tuesday, just wasn't the life I wanted to lead just yet.

December rolled around. My final exams had already passed, I scraped by as usual. Thea had been hiding more than ever in my father's old library. The night before the big thesis defense, I knew it was the night before, because all the coffee was drained and the trash was filled with chocolate bar wrappers. I swear that girl lived on caffeine and chocolate. How, I don't know, but she did it.

I silently knocked on the library door, when I heard an exasperated scream from the other side. I shouldered open the locked door, and found Thea sunk into the chair, her feet on the desk, legs wide apart, furiously rubbing her clit. I wasn't quite sure whether I should turn and leave or just wait patiently until she finished. She growled, "What, it relaxes me."

I walked over to the desk, crawled between her legs and took over for her fingers. Licking her fingers clean, I dipped my own fingers into her dripping pussy, rubbing against her clit as I pulled them out again. I reached up to her chin with my other hand, kissed her softly and said, "Why don't you let me do that." With that I leant down, softly slid my tongue over her already bright red clit, while continuing to fingerfuck her beautiful pussy. Her moans and stifled screams became louder, when she suddenly and ferociously climaxed. Had she not been sitting, Thea would surely have fallen - so intense was her reaction. I stood up, picking her up with me. "Come to bed, you've done quite enough here today. Your thesis is done. You have all the answers. You're ready. Just need a good night's sleep."

"You're gonna have me sleeping, are you?" she winked.

"Yes, ma'am. You're going to be well-rested for tomorrow morning. After that, you're not sleeping for a while." I replied with a huge grin on my face.




Watching Thea



We both slept uneasily. Thea was nervous and couldn't find rest, while I had such a hankering for her body, it took all my energy not to pull her underneath me and fuck her. Soon. She needs her energy for tomorrow.

The next morning, we both rushed to get dressed. Thea headed for the subway, when I pulled up in my father's limousine. I craned my head out the window and said, "Your noble steed awaits, Professor Concord."

Thea was silent the entire ride to campus. I waited outside the conference room for a good three hours. Pacing up and down the halls. The secretaries started to grow ill at ease with me loitering around them. A quarter to noon the doors opened and an overjoyed Thea leapt into my arms. She wasn't the lightest thing, but she clung to me and nearly crushed me in her kiss. "What did I say, Professor Concord?"

Still with her legs wrapped around my waist, I carried her down to the car. I couldn't wait to get her home. And finally back into my bed.

"I cannot wait to tell Bertie." Thea and Bertie had taken an instant like to each other. Bertie kept fresh coffee and chocolate in the house just for her, something she hadn't even done for me.

"Yes, neither can I, and I hope we can tell her something else." A confused look crossed Thea's expression. "Well, you said only three months before you could... you know." This certainly wasn't going how I planned. I wanted to ask her, but now I was at a loss of words. "Well, remember that first morning, when you said that you couldn't get involved with anyone until you were done with you thesis defense?"

"Yes, of course." she smiled.

"Well, so now that you're done. I'd like to ask you, Miss Thea Magdalene Concord, would you marry me?"

Her crushing kiss knocked the wind out of me. "I'm going to need an answer, you know." I said when I could free my mouth enough to speak. "I already answered yes of course before you even asked me, silly." And she had.

I reached for the button to pull up the privacy screen to the front of the limo, but it had already been done. "Thank you, Herb." I shouted to the front.

"Who's Herb?"

"Bertie's husband. He's driving."

"Ok, I'm going to take a while to get used to your money..."

"Well, maybe I can help with that."

I pulled out an old diamond ring and slipped it onto Thea's finger. "The first of many things to come."

"Prove it," Thea replied as she started to unbutton my jeans.

"I always do what the Professor orders." I replied.

I hadn't even noticed what Thea had put on underneath her suit this morning. As I inched up her skirt, what I assumed to be pantyhose turned out to be stockings, held up by a lacy garter belt -- deliciously worn without the matching thong. As I marveled at the sight, Thea whispered, "I figured I'd return the favor for all those long nights in the library," clearly referring to last night.



Watching Their Passion



He awoke to a sound, he had been asleep. But now he could hear a deep, fierce moaning, almost animal in nature. Puzzled, he sat up and cocked his head to the sound. It was loud, it was raw, and it was coming from the wall that separated his room from his parents. 

He understood immediately. His parents were having sex. 

In a blink of an eye, without even consciously thinking about it, his young prick swelled with arousal, his heart thumping in his ears. His dad had just orgasmed, unloading into his mum with his throbbing cock. He hadn't even thought about them in that way before. But the images flashing into his mind as next door the bed springs slowly settled again was of his late 40's mum, small, with her perfect sized, even handfuls of breasts, laying naked on her back bathed in sweat as his similar aged dad pounded into her again and again, pushing in and out till he climaxed and fell onto her heaving tits, her fingers needing the broad flesh of his back, both of them taking in deep breaths, exhausted. 

His hand immediately found his own swollen penis underneath his boxes and he began massaging it as it throbbed to full erection. He then gripped it firmly and began to move his hand up the shaft, over the head then back down to the base again. He was so turned on he came in moments, unsure of why he was so excited but knowing that nothing had aroused him like the sound of his own parents fucking in the next room. He let the small amount of juice that had come from the end of his cock soak into his boxes as he lay back down, amazed at what had just occurred and his own instant reaction to it.

His dad worked on a farm out of town and only came back in on weekends. It was a Friday night, his dad only coming back that evening. The next night he stayed awake, hoping to catch them out again. But he fell asleep still waiting, realising that his parents probably didn't have that big a sex drive to do it more than once in a couple of days. 

He was right. Over the next few weeks he came to know their patterns well. His Dad would come home Friday night, his mum and dad would fuck that night, and then to his disappointment they would just sleep the other night of the weekend. Then his dad would leave late Sunday. 

He had just turned 18 and was taking a year off from study before going to university. Each Friday he would lay in bed waiting for the sounds of their lovemaking to become loud enough to carry through his walls and to his ears as he lay in bed masturbating to the images his strong imagination would conjure up to match the sounds, hand gripping his shaft and pumping up and down, his foreskin working overtime. Once they had turned the lights out so that only their lamp would cast a dim light over their room it would usually take about 30 minutes of foreplay before they would couple and start the bedsprings going. 

It was an old bed, with broken springs and a creaky wooden frame that would set a background music to their opera of fucking. After the 30 to 40 minutes of foreplay his mum would come, making small, high, feminine moans and he imagined his dad using his hands to make sure his lovely wife came first. 

He imagined his dad's calloused fingers caressing her lips, then parting them open and gently easing in and out of her pussy while another finger probed and played with her clit. 

Or maybe he went down on her and went to work with his tongue, lapping up her juices and sucking on her clit whilst she clenched and unclenched her tiny hands in his hair till she peaked. Then he imagined that his dad would spread her knees wide and slowly slide his cock into her wet mound as she recovered from her own orgasm and prepared to return the favour. 

It was strange but he could only imagine them having sex in the missionary position. 

Then his dad would fuck her with strong powerful thrusts till his own climax was reached, where he would moan with each last thrust, getting the bedsprings and bed boards to their loudest before spending himself inside her. 

He began to get more bold, yearning to hear more and discover more about his parent's sexcapades. As soon as their door would close he would immediately jump from his bed and run to his door, pressing his ear to the crack at the bottom where he could see the soft lamplight spilling out from under theirs. 

He would hear as they talked about their week and undress. Then he would hear the covers being pulled right back, it being the middle of summer, and the bed creak gently as they both got in and started their foreplay. Towards the end of the 30 minutes he would hear loud sucking noises, adding to his imagination's theory of his dad going down on his mum to make her cum first. 

And constantly there was the rustling, of bodies on bedding, and the sounds of hands on skin and limbs entwined. They were active in bed, always with their hands roving over the others body, responding to each others arousal. 

Their son's imagination painted a picture of his dad's hands caressing his mother's back, up her milky white thighs, caressing and grasping her arse and fondling her breasts and nipples. His mum's roaming over his dad's back, massaging each cheek and then caressing and manipulating the thin skin of his sack, his testicles inside it and the shaft and throbbing head of his experienced penis. 

These sounds would all gradually build in intensity till the moment his mum came, then the sounds coming from the next room would become frantic as his dad mounted his mum till his own orgasm would grip him, taking hold of his cock and pumping himself into her. 

Always he returned to his bed, hand on cock, feeling the same arousal that had been climaxed in the next room and bringing himself to a similar conclusion.

One day, while searching for something in their office, he found an old hand held sound recorder his older sister had used to record lectures at uni and it gave him an idea. 

He bought a couple of batteries and two blank tapes, then he waited for Friday night. By this time he'd grown tired of just listening at his door. He wanted more. 

At about 9:30 that night he retreated to his own bedroom and left his parents to watch one of their boring shows on TV. He was shaking with anticipation. Right before their last show ended at 10:00pm he slipped into their room. He could see them curled up in each others arms on the sofa, watching the final plot developments in some crappy English crime drama in the lounge down the end of the hall. He quietly lifted the mattress, clicked the device to record with the 45 minute per side tape inside and slid it deep into the middle of the bed, between the boards and the mattress. He let the mattress drop and slipped back into his own bedroom, shutting his door and eagerly awaiting their night's bout of lovemaking, his cock already half erect with anticipation. 

It seemed like forever as they switched off the TV, the lights to other rooms and brushed their teeth and got themselves ready for bed, all the while he could hear his mum's quiet murmurings and his dad's deep replies. He couldn't wait for those voices to be used for something else.

Sure enough they began making love and he heard their hands roaming over each other and tried to imagine something new which they could be doing. 

Maybe it was his mum's turn to go down and orally pleasure her husband, where she would be naked sitting on her knees on the mattress at the end of the bed, her breasts sitting perky and full inspite of having four kids, bathed in lamplight, while his dad lay on his back with his head on a pillow, lovingly staring down in anticipation. 

Then maybe she would hungrily seize his flaccid penis in one hand and slowly bring her mouth down over the top, gently sucking on it and kissing it to its full size. Their son imagined standing naked at the foot of their bed behind his mum as she did this, watching his mum's white cheeks bob up and down as her head bobbed up and down on his dad's shaft and massaging his own aroused cock at the sight. 

Seeing her lips slowly part in arousal, seeing a tiny bit of glistening wetness as she got turned on by the reaction she was making in his dad. Then his dad might turn her around, and, placing a hand on each white thigh, he wcould slowly spread her apart and gently kiss her wet opening. His dad's eyes could watch her peach like cheeks quiver with anticipation as he gently pulled her open and probe her wetness with his tongue. She might moan a little and press her womanhood down onto his awaiting tongue, forcing his head back into the pillow as he eagerly responded, working her clit with his moist tongue, tasting her excitement while working two fingers into her hole and finger fucking her in and out. 

From this view their son would now be able to see his mum working on his dad's erect rod, seeing her small mouth opening and swallowing the head, then inch after inch of the shaft till there was nothing left but the curly mass of dark hair at its base, then she might slowly bring it back out with a moist "pop" where it would shine glistening with his mums saliva in the lamplight. 

He'd be able to see her breasts, those beautifully mature, full globes, with their perfect pink nipples becoming even further peaked by his dad's oral pleasuring of her opening. 

His dad would bring her to the peak of the mountain that would become her building arousal, where she'd make her precise, feminine moans which built in to one, louder, unrestrained expression of pleasure, and it would now be time for him to enter her. 

His dad would lay her gently on her back and eagerly probe her with his head, gripping his hard shaft and stroking her lips with his swelled cock, still wet with her saliva and his own precum, then he'd position himself on top of her, craning his neck down to take one of her erect pink nipples into his mouth and sliding his tongue over and around it whilst gently sucking it and teasing it with his teeth as he slid his cock deep into her, to thrust in and out with the strong muscles of his hips, arse and thighs as his wife arched her back and let him have her. 

As his dad came to the end of his restraint his thrusts would suddenly become explosive, his cock burying deeper and deeper into her with each last thrust and he'd moan his deep animal bellow as they both crashed the bed into oblivion. 

All of this is imagination created from the sounds that drifted from their bedroom.

He timed his parents once, reading that the average time a male in his late 40's lasted was 2 and a half minutes. He watched the clock tick upwards with pride and arousal as his own dad lasted 5 and a half minutes before exploding into his mum with animal moans and chaotic banging into the bed. He couldn't wait to hear it on tape. 

He grabbed a sock and returned to his own bed naked, tugging furiously at his raging hard-on, his own arousal bursting from his developing body, hearing his mum's moans again and again in his head as he did so till he exploded into the white sock, enthusiastically missing the first few spurts as he felt the intense pleasure of orgasm, before catching the rest in the sock and catching his breath. 

As he slowly went limp, the same as his father was doing still inside his mum's pussy, nestled between her open legs, his foreskin once again covered his head and he wiped himself off and cleaned up what he had missed, eagerly going to sleep and dreaming of the chance to get to the tape recorder and hear his prize.

The next morning, when his parents had woken and left to take care of whatever errands they had he slipped back into their room with anticipation, reaching in under the mattress and grasping hold of his prize. He then went back into his room and rewound the tape, his cock starting to swell and grow inside his pants with the sounds he knew the tape would contain as he slipped it into his hi-fi system and pressed rewind. 

The player continued to whir and then with a sudden click it was done. He reached out a slightly trembling finger and pressed play. 

The sound he heard was even clearer than he'd hoped. He heard them getting ready for bed and the sounds of them taking their clothes off and climbing onto the mattress, the rustling of fabric on skin, of clothes dropping to the floor and of the old bed springs protesting as the two naked bodies settled into each others embrace on top. 

Their son stripped himself naked and listened as the night's previous activities came to life in his imagination, images of his own mother being poleaxed by his father, each driven to a frenzy by the sheer force of each other's arousal before exploding and moaning as they came. 

He was so turned on he turned the volume up as loud as it would go, the sounds echoing through the whole house, before running into their room, leaping naked onto their bed and grinding himself into his mother's pillow, thrusting his throbbing, erect shaft and swelled head into it in time with his father's own passion, imaging he could smell on it their sex and coming at the exact time that on the recording he heard his father make his mum moan, coming like his father had done in that exact spot, inside his mum, the night before.

Each weekend now he would record their lovemaking, playing it back and stroking his cock each night of the week, till his dad came back home for him to make a fresh one. He grew bolder with his listening, building up the courage to silently open his bedroom door and creep into the hall to settle down right outside their door, bending his head down to watch and listen to their every move. 

He'd watch their feet as they undressed, watching each item of clothing fall to the floor. 

His mum's jeans and top. He imagined her standing there in nothing but her underwear. He could only see her half of the room from where he crouched. 

Then her bra would fall and he imagined her breasts spilling free and settling over her chest, beautiful orbs of white, then she'd step out of her panties and stand uncovered, her son's eyes watching her feet step towards the bed and climb in as her underwear fell around her, naked, watching the bed's base move a little, hearing the sounds coming from the room with crystal clarity as she did so, all this happening so tantalisingly close to his eyes, yet just out of reach, separated by a wooden bedroom door just two inches thick. 

Or sometimes she would be dressed in a cream silk slip with a dressing gown over the top. He longed to see her wearing only that around the house but she never did. It would have reached just below her mound, leaving the beautiful white curves of her small round butt peaking from its bottom. 

If wearing that she would just slip out of her robe and climb into bed, then midway through his parent's lovemaking he would hear a rustle of silk on skin and watch it fall to the floor. 

Also from this bold new position, added to the crystal clear sounds of their lips kissing each other and each other's bodies, their hands roaming all over each other, their legs coiling and curling over and through the others and over the fabric of their bedding and their breathing becoming deeper and deeper, expelled with more and more force, he could also see the bed begin to move once the foreplay was finished, his dad had made his mum cry in orgasmic rapture and they had begun to fuck. He'd see the bed tremble slightly as his dad mounted and slid his shaft inside his mum, then it would begin to rhythmically shake and rock, making tiny creaking noises. As the sounds that escaped them in their passion became less restrained and more frequent, so too would the bed begin to shake more violently and protest louder till those final thrusts, when he knew his dad was driving his rigid, firm shaft deepest, his dad's head ploughing his mum at its strongest, when the bed would near lift off the ground at the strength of his father's thrusting. 

When he replicated the scene in his imagination and on top of his mother's pillow in the middle of their bed, where he'd imagined they'd coupled just the night before, he would try to get the bed as loud as it was when they fucked, but to no avail. Nothing short of jumping on it could make it reproduce the same beautiful music.

But he yearned to see more. He began to leave them in the lounge earlier in the night, hoping that when they eventually retired to their own room to join in coupling that they would be careless and leave the door to their bedroom open. 

Then, when he would hear the light switch off and the bed creak as his dad climbed in to begin to caress and arouse his mother he could silently twist the nob of his door and quietly pull it open. He imagined slowly leaning his head around the door frame and seeing their naked bodies entwined, their skin bare to him, their lovemaking in plain sight. 

Seeing his father's hips rise and fall in the air as he plunged his cock into his mum's hole, seeing her knees in the air and splayed wide to accommodate the full length of her husband's hard member, her breasts flowing over her chest, beautiful and erotic in the way they swayed, seeing her head tilt back in pleasure, her neck arched, accenting the curves of her breasts and their glorious, pink, button like nipples. 

But this never eventuated and he knew that if he wanted to see more he would have to go about it himself.

His idea was simple in its plan, but never even considered by their son due to a lack of courage. How could he explain to them if he were caught? How would he explain that he longed to be in the room with them when they had sex, longed to be sitting naked at the foot of their bed while they brought each other to arousal and climax, massaging his own prick and coming at the same time they did? 

His parents went out to dinner with friends one Friday night leaving him home alone. He rarely went out with his own friends on a Friday night, his need to hear his parent's lovemaking overriding everything else. Once their car had pulled out of the drive and driven off he went to work putting his plan in place, high on adrenaline. 

He switched off all the lights in the house, simulating the house as it would be when they would be stroking and kissing each other to an animal frenzy behind closed doors in their bedroom.

Then he turned on the bedside lamp that they'd leave on during sex and went to the curtains of the window which had been drawn by his mother when she was changing to go out. 

He ever so slightly pulled them apart, then went outside and down the side of the house to their window and peaked in, judging what he could see. 

He had to be careful, making the gap in the closed curtain wide enough for him to view them in union on the bed, but not too wide as to arouse suspicions, or just make his mum think she hadn't closed them properly and pull them shut. 

Moving back into their room he closed them a little, shortening the gap, thinking it too suspicious. Then he returned the inside of the house back to normal, switched off his mother's bedside lamp and switched on the TV to wait. 

At 10pm he retreated to his room and put on a jumper, warm pants and thick socks on his feet to be quieter than shoes as they'd crunch against the sand. He switched off his own light and lay on top of his bed, waiting. 

AS he waited he slid his hand inside his pants and massaged his semi hard cock, already dripping with precum, such was the level of his arousal at what he may see as he watched from their bedroom window. 

Soon enough, at about 10:30pm, he heard their car return and pull into their garage and he pulled his hand from off of his already near climaxing shaft and focused on what he needed to do to pull off his plan. He needed to be calm and collected if he was to succeed. 

His parents didn't even turn any of the house lights on, just locked the front door and went straight to their bedroom and closed the door. Like a flash he was up, quickly crossing to his own door and carefully edging it open. He resisted the urge to stay and listen at their door, instead stepping quietly down the passage and to the side door of the house through the laundry. He slid the glass sliding door open, inch by inch to stop it making any noise, and made a gap just large enough for his body to slip through. 




Watching Their Passion



If he were caught now he would be in trouble. An explanation such as sneaking out with friends would hardly be plausible with no shoes on his feet, and decked out in just "house clothes" as he was. 

Then he crept down the side of the house, coming alongside their bedroom window. 

This was it! He couldn't believe it. He was about to watch his parents having sex. It was as big a moment as un-intentionally hearing their passions erupting in the room next to his. That night that had started the obsession, the arousal. But this time he had orchestrated what he was about to see. And what he saw was unlike anything he'd imagined, nothing like the picture his imagination had painted with only his parent's images with clothes on, and the sounds they were making, as inspiration. This far surpassed anything he had experienced of their lovemaking before.

The wind blew cold around him as he crept up to the window on hands and knees. It had been raining earlier in the night and he could see, from the soft yellow lamplight spilling out through the gap in the curtains he had made earlier, small drops of water on the cold glass. His knees were wet but he didn't care. He had thoughts for only one thing. What was happening on the other side of the window, out of the wind, in the warm setting of his parent's bedroom, on top of their bed, in each others embrace. 

He slowly raised his head and knelt straight, imagining he looked like a prairie dog, just to one side of the opening in the curtain. He then carefully leaned over, easing his head around the curtain and bringing his eyes into first sight of what was occurring inside. 

As his eyes adjusted to the light he began to make out what he was seeing. Their bed was paralell to the window, about a metre and a half from where he was looking in. His father was laying on his side, his broad, naked back facing his son. The covers were pulled midway to his stomach. His mother was lying facing her husband, furthest from their son's vantage point, the view of her bear shoulders meaning she too was naked before him, but hidden mostly from view by his father's body. 

Above him the curtains were drawn together so he couldn't stand and peer over the top of his dad to gain a view of his naked mother. Something he would have to remedy next time. 

They were kissing passionately, their eyes closed, their heads slowly rolling around, their mouths opening wide and occasionally staying open as their tongues tangled, slipped and glided over each other inside the other's warm, wet mouth. 

Her small hands were running through his black hair and stroking his neck while his larger, calloused, worker's hands roamed over her back in broad circles. Up her white, smooth side from her hips up to her shoulder, then across her shoulders and back down on the far side to the small of her back, where his fingers would lightly glance the beginning of her rounded, curved, smooth white arse before again moving back up. 

This continued for some time, the covers slowly creeping down and slipping away to reveal more to their son's hungry eyes as the minutes passed and the arousal in the room, and outside, clearly grew. 

His father's hand slowly began to dip lower and lower with each circuit of her back. As it stroked down it would keep going, following the contours of her body, over her cheeks, gently squeezing the skin when it felt the beautiful flesh rise up underneath. 

Their son watched as his dad's hand dipped below the covers and began to take longer and longer to come back out. He could see his dad's hand moving below the covers, stroking and massaging her arse. And all the while their lips remained locked, passionately kissing. 

His mother's hands too began to caress more. No longer just running her fingers through his hair, she would bring her arm down and with her fingernails lightly scratch his back up and down, sending a shiver through their son. When he was young she used to scratch his back in the same manner when he couldn't sleep. She would come into his room in answer to his cries and she would slip her hand beneath his pyjama top and gently rub his back, her nails soothing in their light trails over his skin. 

If he had ventured out into the lounge room to receive the treatment she would laugh and say "You're dad loves having his back scratched too". A look always passed between their eyes when she said this, and his dad would always be smiling in a funny way their son would never see any other time. Now he knew what that look was. His dad was sexually aroused by the same treatment. 

His own back instantly broke out in goose bumps as he could imagine the exact feeling his father was feeling. He was so turned on he thought he would blow his load there and then, his hard-on straining his pants and pressing into the cold outer wall of the house. 

All the while his parents' lips had never left each other, passionate in their embrace. He watched their arousal slowly unfold before him, watched as his mother's hand suddenly continued down instead of caressing back up his father back, and instead glided down to a firm cheek, squeezing it, which brought the covers all the way down past both their sexes, to let it slip down their thighs. 

They were now in full sight. 

He could now see their legs were entangled, their feet stroking up and down each other. As she continued to clench and unclench her fingers deep in the flesh of his father's arse, she brought one leg up over the top of his legs, her knee bent, her pale white skin a stark contrast to his same white skin, but black with hair. This had brought their bodies closer entwined. 

He looked back up the wreathing mass that was their lovemaking to see that their lips were no longer together. 

When his mum had moved her leg over his dad's she had moved her whole body up, so that now his head was in line with her beautiful full breasts and their eagerly awaiting nipples. His father had his mouth over one, his cheeks pulled inwards as he suckled it firmly. 

His hand no longer patrolled her back, but instead was now needing at her other breast, just like his wife's were needing at his butt, his palm cupping it as his fingers massaged its flesh and toyed and pulled at her hard teats. 

Her son could see she was clearly aroused, her nipples standing to attention when ever they popped into view, and the leg on top of his dad's was coiled up high, opening herself wide and pressing into him. 

His dad was working both her breasts with his mouth, kissing the flesh around each nipple then the nipples themselves. He began to work her whole chest with his mouth, licking, kissing, sucking and gently biting her breasts, leaving her chest a glistening shine in the lamplight, his saliva allowing his tongue to glide over the skin of her breasts and around her nipples with warm, moist ease as he opened his mouth wide and took in a whole, beautiful mouthful of his mother's breasts; skin, areola, nipple and all, the skin around it bulging out and overflowing around his mouth as he sucked in and pleasured it with his expert tongue, his whole mouth filled with the delicious flesh. 

She had her head tilted back on an arched neck, pressing her breasts harder into the face of her lover, her husband, his dad. Her hands pulled back from his butt and trailed down between their bodies, her thin fingers caressing his stomach all the way down where she began to massage his cock and fondle his balls, starting to awaken his penis from its semi-erect state. Their son watched her fingers working expertly between his legs, rubbing over his balls and grabbing a handful of his sack, then pulling up around his shaft and rubbing the top of his head. 

His father's free hand had now strayed to his mum's mound. His dad's arm worked his hand up between her legs, caressing and stroking her thighs and then up tracing the outline of each cheek, to that point where they met in the middle, her opening, her womanhood, the place from which her watching son had come from years ago, perhaps conceived exactly the same as this. 

He saw his dad's fingers not yet delving deep inside her, just gently stroking her lips and rubbing through her hair as he saw that his mum wasn't in to Brazilian waxes. She had a natural, full mound of hair, a beautiful black triangle that sprouted up from her lips and spread up to artfully and all naturally frame her sex. His dad's fingers rubbed through it, toying around her lips and every so often a finger would gently probe into the wet slit. 

All the while his dad literally consumed her breasts, dining out on them like there was a national shortage, burying his face in them, filling his mouth with their beautiful, arousing, pink white flesh. His mother continued to hold him to her, one arm around his head and stroking his ears, neck and hair, the other at his crotch, coming away every so often, careful not to arouse him to much so that the majority of his pleasure would come from when he was inside her. She just needed to make him swollen and hard and she expertly brought him to that point but no further. 

Suddenly he left of teasing and outright attacked her pussy with his fingers. One moment a finger was gently tracing the line between her lips, the next he'd slid two fingers right inside her hole. His thumb was resting on the inside of one thigh, his next two fingers probing deep down and rubbing inside her, while his third finger curled up and stroked her clit, firmly rubbing it up and down, his little finger rubbing against the inside of her lip, his whole hand expertly positioned to pleasure every part of her sex zone. 

Her legs had come to surround one of his, the one highest off the bed, and she suddenly clamped down on it with both of hers at the pleasure onslaught his dad was unleashing. Her hands had left off caressing his body and now gripped his father's back in a tight embrace, his lips again finding hers as they nearly ate each other's faces. 

So, he thought, as he watched all this and his pants bulged with an arousal which pressed firmly into the wall of the house. The wet sucking sound wasn't from oral sex, it had been from his dad's mouth feeding on his mum's breasts and teats and then going back to hungrily and un-synchronisingly kissing his mother with mouth gapingly wide, sloppy kisses, which she returned two-fold. 

His dad's fingers worked the wet, lubricated walls inside her, rubbing that special spot deep inside as outside he fingered, toyed and pleasured her clitoris. His mum began to grind her hips and her arse, pushing into his hand and forcing his fingers to go deeper, and to work at her pussy harder. It grew from an occasional movement to a regular thrusting into his hand, her head pulling away from his mouth and burying into his shoulder as she began to moan, began to peak, feeling the pleasure grow and grow and continue to build. His hand was now a jack hammer, working in and out, his thumb now gently gripping into the soft mound beneath her hair, and his next three fingers sliding in and out of her hairy, wet, pink lips and hole. From the very top of her lips, now fully blossomed out in arousal, they slid down over her clit and deep into her mature pussy. 

After another thirty seconds she couldn't hold any longer and she suddenly released, her hips thrusting into his hand once, twice and three huge lunges that rocked the bed, a sound of pure ecstasy flowing from deep down in her throat as she tried to muffle it in his broad shoulder, but failing as her son could hear it even though he was outside the house. 

His dad continued to finger fuck her pussy, forcing his fingers to work her despite her pressing into him hard and almost begging him to stop for the pleasure was too great. 

After a few more minutes what happened next shocked their son watching through their window. His dad pulled his hand away and suddenly rose up on his knees, his fully aroused cock standing out from the hairy base of its balls, splitting the light cast from the lamp in two and casting a shadow over his son staring through the window. 

His mum, instead of turning onto her back and opening her legs like he expected her to and accepting him into her in the missionary position, instead rolled over onto her stomach, positioning a leg either side of his kneeling dad. His dad moved in closer to her, placing a knee on the inside of each of hers and spreading her legs apart a little further. She then raised her arse, her white mounds moving off the bed and into the air, inviting his dad to enter her, to take her, to fuck her from behind. 

The next image could only be described by what he had seen on a nature documentary on TV. It was about the African plain and included a scene of a male lion and a female lioness mating. The female lay down on all fours in front of the male and the male then engaged her from behind, mounting her in a strong show of dominance, perching himself over her behind and her lower back. 

The same thing was occurring identically before him. His father gripped the side of her left cheek with his broad hands and used his other to gently hold his erect penis, gliding his head then the rest of his cock inside her opening as he lowered himself over her, mounting her, perched astride her arse, the male lion showing his dominance and power. She was pushed down into the mattress by the weight of his body as he slid it in till the large rounded head was deep inside her, then he moved his hands further up, one curling underneath to grip a breast and begin massaging it while the other held her gently below the arm, just on the outside of her other breast. 

He then began to work his hard shaft in and out, sliding it into her wet pussy, then drawing it out again with the muscles of his thighs, arse and lower back, stopping just before the head reached the opening. 

After a few of these strokes to open her he lowered himself till he was laying on her back, her tiny form nearly buried beneath his larger frame, the flesh of her breasts squeezed out the sides. 

But they had moulded together perfectly, her arse cupped by the skin between his cock and his stomach, fitting neatly into the flat of his stomach, enough of her white flesh rising from the sides of their union for their son to watch, hypnotised. As his dad slowly increased the tempo and vigorousness of his thrusting, the cheeks of his arse rising into the air before thrusting down smoothly and strongly, clenching and driving his cock back up her slit again and again, he lent down and nuzzled her neck, kissing it and breathing into her ear. 

Her right arm, which had been resting near her head as she accepted him and took him into her, now moved down and underneath her body. She slipped it into her own lips and spread them wider, then used another finger to grind against her own clit, hungry for anther climax. 

Their son watched as the bed began to shake as the speed and force his dad used to fuck his mum became higher and more frantic. Gone were the gentle, slow motions of the first few moments of their joining at the sexes, replaced with an aroused, energetic, strong display of lust as he saw his father begin to feel his peak approaching. 

Her hips now moved with his, the small amount of movent the position and his weight afforded her used, her legs rising up at the knees to wrap around his and grip them in a vice like clamp, the beautiful cheeks of her arse shaking each time he thrust into her. He left off kneading her breast and instead grabbed her other arm and held it out to the side, curling his fingers around hers. He placed his other hand on the mattress by her head, using it to support some of his weight as he let his chest rest fully over her white back, his arse moving into the air as it took control and pounded his swelled head up and down inside the walls of her opening, his balls slapping the mattress with each thrust. 

Her head had been turned to the side but now she buried her face into the soft pillow as she felt another orgasm swell inside her, forming at her clitoris, moving along the shaft clamped hard around the head and length of her husband's member deep inside her, before shooting up her body, erupting from her breasts and escaping with a high, muffled moan of pleasure, relief and exhaustion into the pillow, her hand pulled out from under her to clench at the other pillow by her head, her fingers clenching, then releasing, clenching, then releasing. 

The bed boards at the head of the bed were now hitting the wall, such was the strength of his approaching orgasm. The springs, frame, boards and wall all sounding out their protest as he repeatedly buried himself into her, in, out, in, out, in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in till he arched himself back from her then thrust his cock inside her as hard and far as his strong muscles could push it, burying his mother into the mattress, his arse pushing down, clenched, sweat shining of his back as an animal, primal sound, a deep moan, erupted from his throat. 

In a single movement he pulled back and pushed in again just as deep, moaning again as his thrust was expelled, then repeating it a third time, his lungs heaving, exhausted, his balls clenched up to his thick base, his sack shrunk, his head bursting within her, spraying her walls with cum, his shaft swelled and throbbing its last acts. 

His thrusts became spasmodic as the last aftershocks of his climax escaped from his body, his legs relaxed and the muscles he had used to pound her unclenched and returned to flesh. They lay locked together like this for some time, spent but still feeling the power of their union, his dad slowly loosing his erection as his cock relaxed inside her body. Her legs uncoiled from his and she lifted her head and turned her neck, her lips meeting his as he bent his head to her, passionately working her lips and tongue with his own with a wide opening and closing of his mouth. 

Their son then watched, as he had done from the very first caress of foreplay nearly an hour ago to these last moments as his dad lifted himself off his mum's back, catching a glimpse of his dad's now dwindling erection and the white cum that was oozing from its eye as he pulled it from her slit. 

He then switched his eyes to his mother, finally seeing a full view of her bare naked breasts for the first time, without his dad's head, mouth and hands in the way as she rolled over on to her stomach and perched herself on her elbow, reaching out to embrace with his dad who was laying back down. 

They were bigger than he had judged; only going on what he'd imagined was cupped beneath her bra, and they hung down lower. Their nipples were a pink brown, the areola no larger than a 50 cent piece, with large erect nipples rising out into the air. No wonder his dad loved to suck on them, they were perfect, delicious on their own, let alone surrounded by the rest of the lovely flesh of her breasts. 

His own cock was now flowing torrents of precum, continually seeping from his eye, his shaft and head never before so full of blood with arousal. He feared moving, knowing that even the slightest caress from the thin fabric of his silk boxer shorts would make his head explode into its own orgasm. 

But he knew he had to get back inside and close the sliding door, which could be noisy, before they had returned from their world of lovemaking that only contained themselves and nothing else outside of that room. 

He reluctantly left off watching them cuddle in a post coitus embrace and crept back down the side of the house, in through the side door of the laundry, closing it behind him and breathing a sigh of relief as it did so without a sound. 

He then crept silently up the passage, past their door at the end and through into his own room, shaking as he gripped the cold metal handle and edged it closed. He then ripped off his top and pants and slid off his boxes, his pulsing cock springing free from the restriction it had been under, standing proud and full in the moonlight shining through his own open curtains, insatiably aroused by what he had just witnesses. 




Watching Their Passion



He wrapped his fingers around its base and slowly drew them up over his swollen knob causing more slippery precum to seep out and over his fingers, then back down again. On the virge of climax he laid his pillow out in the middle of his bed and mounted it, imagining himself as his father perched on top of his mother's small round arse. 

He then began to hump his hips, repeating it for only 20 seconds before his cock erupted and he felt pure ecstasy run through him, his balls clenching, his arse clenching, his jaw clenching trying not to scream with pleasure and release. It shot from his feet, buried into the bedding and mattress of his single bed, up his legs and over his thighs, into his arse and out along his shaft, all pressed down and clenched tight, then up his back, over his shoulders and up into his clenched teeth. 

He continued to grind his orgasm into the pillow. He felt the wetness of his cum surround his cock as he continued to thrust, heard the squelch of it as he rubbed his cock through it with the muscles of his butt, thighs and hips as sperm continued to erupt from the end of his swelled head, thrust after thrust, flow after flow, wave after wave of orgasm filling his young body. 

Gradually it left him and he realised he was breathless as he spasmed the last of his climax into the pillow, just as he had watched his mother and father do only minutes before, but inside each other, before rolling off, his cock starting to drain of arousal as he lay on his back and let the last of the nights sex in his home seep from the head of his penis and onto the flat of his stomach and the hair that sportued from its base. 

A last thought crossed his mind and brought a responsive twitch from his young cock, the fact that he'd be able to relive it all again tomorrow as he'd recorded the night's activities, the first time he'd heard, and seen, his mum have a multiple orgasm, with the little black tape recorder that he'd slipped beneath their mattress just as he'd heard their car pull in.

Twice more he would watch his parents having sex, peering in through their bedroom window late at night, before his brother moving back home and other events transpired to close the curtains once and for all on his fascination with their lovemaking. 

The second time he saw them he had prepared everything just like he'd done the time before. Once they had retreated to their bed he crept outside, out the front door this time and out into the night. 

When he eventually worked his way round to their window he peered inside, eyes feasting on all he saw. Again they were laying on their sides, his mother facing his father with his father's broad back facing the window. This time they had the cover's pulled all the way up to their shoulders, their naked bodies completely hidden from view. But their son still watched as the blankets constantly shifted, as if a nest of snakes was writhing underneath. 

Again they were kissing each other passionately whilst their hands roamed over each other, caressing, massaging and awakening arousal in each other. Their son wished they were in plain sight but no matter which angle he moved too he couldn't see any of his parent's naked skin, or see in intimate detail the methods they were using to build arousal in each other. 

He watched the foreplay continue beneath the covers, watched them constantly shift and move, becoming more active and alive as the minutes ticked by. 

Then all of a sudden his eyes were treated to a sight beautiful to behold - his mother's naked silhouette form. 

He was watching their bodies where he thought their hips would be, imagining his dad's fingers stroking his mum's lips, when suddenly his mother sat up. His eyes instantly shifted at the movement in time to see her lift her silk slip from where her husband's hands had shifted it up around her breasts and pulled it over her head. 

For the briefest moment her son caught sight of the beautiful curve of each breast, aroused nipples standing to attention as they were caught by the light framing her naked form, her whole upper body surrounded by the light from the lamp as he gazed hungrily over each breast and the rest of her naked white skin. Her arms pulled the silk material up over her head before letting it drop to the side of the bed. She then lay back down, now completely naked, with the covers now leaving the upper half of their lovemaking bare to their son's eager, fascinated, aroused eyes. 

His dad's hands where again expertly inside her, fingering her and building a climax deep inside her womanhood. Her hands were stroking his cock, ringed around the shaft and pumping slowly up and down, encouraging it to swell to its full size. 

Both of them suddenly stopped their hands and she shifted her body so that she was facing the opposite wall, her back pressed into his dad as she let her pussy slide down over the head of his cock to swallow his shaft to its base. 

He wrapped his hands around her, one caressing the smooth skin of her stomach, the other cupping a whole breast in its spread fingers, gently clenching and releasing and teasing its nipple between the base of two of his fingers. 

As they both still lay on their sides his father moved his hips gently, not thrusting in and out of her but moving the shaft around inside her, letting it press against the walls of her sex and its outer lips. 

His mother pressed back into his dad, craning her neck around as far as it could go whilst his dad bent his neck to her, their lips locking together just like their sexes were locked further down. 

The slow movements gradually became repeated and greater, their lips coming apart and his dad's hands no longer stroking and massaging, but gripping her to him and holding her tightly. She had become lifted off her side and his dad had pulled her on top of him and was laying on his back. 

She had a hand planted on each side of their entwined bodies to balance them when suddenly she rose free from his embrace and sat astride him, the beautiful curve of her back facing her husband as she spread her smaller legs to run down inside his, sitting reverse-cowgirl on top of her lover's penis as it rose up hard to spear deep inside her pussy, its head buried inside her. 

After a couple of circular movements, stirring his shaft around the walls inside her, she began to bounce her cheeks, riding him in quick small bounces as his hands gripped her each side of her arse, squeezing it, holding on as she rode him, watching her expertly from behind as she took control and began to head for the finish line. 

Their son watched his mum perched on top of his dad, breasts bouncing and jolting in the dim yellow lamplight like a naked jockey, a completely different picture of lovemaking from that of the last time he watched them, and he was aroused by the thought of the sexual variety they incorporated into their fucking. 

He could see his dad's hands clasped around the sides of each swelling of her beautiful arse, could see the skin pulled with the strength of his grip, could see his fingers clenching and releasing and stroking up and down the sides of her cheeks. He could see his mum staring down intently in concentration, could see her hands resting on his dad's thighs for balance, could see her breasts swaying. 

Their son was hypnotised by the site of her nipples bouncing and rolling as the muscles of her hips, her butt and her thighs worked his dad's cock, her pussy split by its shaft, its walls stroking his pole and rounded head to a climax. 

But no longer was she looking down. She had arched her neck to the ceiling, eyes closed, feeling the intense pleasure of her orgasm begin to build inside her, begin to take control of her. It was bliss, it was enjoyment, it was satisfaction, all building at once, unstoppable, uncontrollable. 

Seeing her reaction, and feeling the muscles inside her clamping his dick in that familiar feeling, his dad began to use his own muscles to greater effect, holding her with his hands at each side of her arse and pushing his own down into the mattress underneath, then pushing it back up, creating a greater movement of his cock inside her, timing it perfectly to synchronise with her own movement which was now starting to lose its rhythm as she lost control and cried out, her fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, her orgasm erupting from the union of their sexes and rushing through her entire being. 

From slow, controlled thrusts his dad's own climax began to take him and soon he too began to lose rhythm, bouncing his wife on top of his cock as his thrusting quickened to a frenzy, their bed shaking chaotically, her breasts bouncing madly, his moans growing inside his throat at the same time as his orgasm and as his balls shot his own climax up his shaft, into the swelled head of his cock and out into the warm, moist darkness of that special place deep inside his wife, his animal release sounded, a bellow, a sigh, a call of triumph, all mixed in one and sending waves of pleasure from the skin of his sack, to the ends of his toes, from the tip of his cock, to the top of his head. 

As the last jolts of it shook his father's cock inside his mother she lay back and rested herself on top of him, his dad's shrinking penis still inside her, breasts heaving with the exertion of their lovemaking, stomach facing the ceiling, their covers crumpled at the foot of the bed and the silk top she had been wearing when she got into bed now forgotten, discarded, lying where it fell to the side. Underneath her his dad stroked his hands up over his wife's body, lazily gliding them over her stomach and up over her breasts, gently squeezing them and idly playing with their nipples with his fingers. He kissed her shoulders and neck in post coitus affection, loving her for what she did to him whenever they came together in their marital bed. 

Their son regretfully peeled his eyes of his mum's body laying prone, in full view on top of his dad, to sneak back inside, quietly closing and locking the front door, then stealing up the passage and into his own room. 

Once in bed his hand soon found his own cock, far from shrinking, swelled to its full, tall standing point, its foreskin drawn down around the base of its head at the strength of the erection. He gripped it in his right hand about half way up the shaft and began pumping it strongly. He then moved his right hand further up and gripped his other hand around his cock's base, loving the feeling of his whole penis enveloped by his hands and feeling pressure all the way down, from the head to the base. 

As his orgasm took him he bucked his arse into the bed and up, the strength of his arousal and exploding passion uncontrollable, his muscles taking on a life of their own as he pumped at his exploding dick with both hands whist his hips thrust it into them. The first of his cum shot into the air high above his bed and fell back down, landing on his chest whilst the remaining sperm and semen pumped out of his eye and ran down over his fingers, into his pubes and over his balls. He ignored the mess that was pooling over his body and seeping into the sheets and lay staring at the ceiling, both hands still gripping his now softening young cock, lungs breathing in deep, rapid breaths as his body recovered from one of the most intense orgasm of its limited sexual life.

The third and final time he watched them was much the same as the second. Once outside he was again limited by the covers of the bed, everything his parents were doing hidden from view. 

All until the actual moment of penetration. 

They had been at it for the usual half hour, their movements becoming more frantic underneath the blankets, the blanket moving constantly as their legs, arms and bodies entwined, coiled and stroked, hands and fingers moving over all the parts of the other's body in a ritual that their son now knew didn't change. From the early kissing, to the hands up and down each other's backs, to his dad's hands working their way down to her pussy, then sliding inside, to his mum's first orgasm, coming to her as she gripped his cock with her hands to bring it to full erection. Their son heard the faint feminine moan drift through to him outside and eagerly waited for what was to come next, curious as to the position they would choose to use this time. 

He didn't have to await long. 

After her orgasm finished his mum rolled onto her back, positioned on the bed so that her open legs actually nearly faced their son, laying across the bed, her pussy alomst wide open for him to see. His dad didn't waist any time as he rose, their covers discarded and forgotten as they slid back to reveal his parent's naked forms. 

For an instant, as his dad moved around her on his knees and prepared to enter his mum missionary style, their son caught sight of her slit in full view. 

Starting at the base of her stomach was a large thatch of soft, curly black pubes which separated down around the sides of her lips, blanketing her whole sex in a triangle of natural growth. They were slightly matted and wet from his dad's finger-fucking of her opening, her natural lubricant having flowed out over them. 

Her outer lips were now wide open, encouraging his dad's cock to enter her, giving to him what was hidden deep inside them, a secret which he knew all too well but would always keep coming back for more. His dad needed no second bidding and soon their son's view of her pussy was blocked by his dad's arse, his dad placing a hand either side of her shoulders then slowly lowering his throbbing head to meet her eager lips, finding the hole without any need for guidance, his hips pushing it deeper and deeper till it was buried completely within his wife, filling her completely. 

His mum had her knees up and legs spread wide to ensure his dad's dick went as deep as possible and his dad then began to thrust. From his view from the window their son could see his dad's balls bouncing back and forth with each push, his dad pulling his cock out, then slowly sliding back up, starting off with slow calm movements, the muscles of his arse bunching every time his cock went inside her. 

His mum ground her hips to encourage him to work faster and his dad responded, developing smaller, quicker thrusts. Their son could make out a breast curving to the side of their joined bodies and he watched it bounce each time his dad pushed into her. It wasn't long before the movements intensified and the bed began to shake. 

Their son recognised that the climax was coming any moment now and without thinking he reached a hand down into his boxes and pulled out his own cock, his pants pulled down as he felt the chill of the cold night air flow across his arse and between his legs, shrinking has sack and leaving his skin covered in goosebumps. He enveloped it within his right hand and began to pump it in time to his parent's fucking in front of him. 

His dad's thrusts, full of power before, then exploded, three long, prolonged drives, plunging his cock into his mother to cleave her sex in two, and with the fourth his throbbing knob exploded, cum squirting inside her, his dad's thrusting loosing all rhythm in orgasm, becoming spasms that marked each subsequent spray of sperm that flowed from his head to coat her already wet passage. 

A second later his own cock erupted, hosing the wall of the house just below their window in white cum as it squirted from his cock and flowed out over his hand, pumping the last of his orgams from it. His dad had collapsed on top of his mum and she embrace him, fingers slowly and gently trailing over his broad back, legs clamped around his waist, pulling his sex tighter to her. Outside their son lent against the wall, exhausted.

And that was the last time he saw them making love. Events around him, including the realisation that maybe they were catching on to his voyeuristic addiction of watching their naked bodies entwined, and his own personal exploration of the female body through personal experience, conspired to close the curtains on his fascination. 



Watching Them



Out of all the social functions I attended each year my favorite by far was Caroline Carson's annual summer kickoff party, held every June at her twelve room plantation home on the river. Caroline's parties were legendary in savannah's social circles; she picked the guests personally for each party. And sent each one handwritten invitations that were delivered by messenger, she would spare no expense. 

Caroline had made her money the old fashioned way, being already born into it she had married it and then buried it twice , and as the curator of the savannah museum of art for twenty five years she had developed a penchant for extravagant, and could afford it being one of the wealthiest women in savannah. 

I was greeted by a valet, as I pulled up to the twelve room antebellum home that sat on the banks of the Savannah River, nestled among the cypress and magnolia trees. 

The house was enormous and had quite a long history, Caroline had acquired it after the death of her second husband; and it had been in his family since before the civil war.

As I stood taking in the familiar surroundings, Marcus Jones Caroline's personal assistant greeted me on the front steps with a smile and a warm hug , I had never met anyone as loyal or as diligent as Marcus. 

"Jordan Keller, it's been way to long and don't you look absolutely amazing." The slightly overweight balding man beamed as he enveloped me in a tight hug.

I had dressed in a pair of charcoal grey drawstring twill pants and a cabernet colored silk tank top that showed a bit much of my stomach, with black Prada ankle strap sandals, light make-up and my long blond hair pulled back at the sides...

"Let me look at you." he said pulling back and spinning me around.

"I love the outfit, very sexy." he said with a wink. 

"It's good to see you too Marcus, how have you been?"

"I've been well, come in sweetheart."

Politely he stepped aside as I walked into the main foyer.

"Miss Caroline is upstairs and she requested you come see her before the other guest's arrive." he pointed me toward the stairs and smiled as he stepped away.

I took the marble stairs two at a time that led to the second floor, my mind flashing back to various times I had ascended these steps and what they had always led to. 

The memories I had of the stunning redhead always brought a smile to my face.

Caroline was a part of my past, someone who could stir my soul , a woman who was intelligent, challenging ,fearless , sexy and had been one of the most intense lovers I had ever had the pleasure of having.

I stood quietly in the doorway of her bedroom watching her as she sat on the edge of the king-size canopy bed naked except for black strap pumps, and a black g-string, slowly rubbing lotion up and down her calf. 

Even now at forty five and fifteen years my senior she could still stir me to the bone, I remembered every square inch of her tanned and toned body and how she cold make me feel as I stood there lost quietly in thought.

Lost in the images of this beautiful woman and the things she could do to me, it had been months since I had seen her but the feelings never changed.

"Are you just going to stand there darling, or are you going to help me with my dress?" She asked, looking up at me with a flip of her red mane.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted." I teased.

I stepped into the room as she stood picking up her dress from the bed, and crossing slowly to me with a sultry grin.

"You always were so very easily distractible." those luscious lips of hers claimed mine as she stepped into me, pressing the full length of her incredible body against mine.

Pulling back from the kiss, I slipped the silky, thin, little black dress over her head kissing her again slowly as I let my hands trail the path of the dress. Over the curve of her shoulders, as my thumbs brushed lightly across her hardening nipples and my hands slid around to her ass, pulling her into me harder making her moan softly as the dress fell into place.

Caroline pulled back from me, breaking the kiss and sighing deeply.

"Why did we ever stop being lovers?" she asked, running her thumb slowly across my bottom lip.

"You grew tired of me." I joked, letting go of her waist she stepped back from me, her grin salacious.

"Tired of you, darling that's like saying your tired of breathing. "She frowned.

Caroline handed me her choker and turned around so I could latch the clasp , and I leaned in biting gently at her earlobe , she ground her perfect ass against me , arching into my hands as I slid the choker around her neck.

"If memory serves me, your chosen profession pulled you away and keeps you away for weeks at a time, and a woman has her needs." 

"I'm never too far away, and we could always get reacquainted." I whispered into her ear.

" As good as that offer sounds , and as much as I would like to have you fuck me into a babbling mess I do have a party to host and you and I have business we need to discuss."

Caroline pulled away from me again, took me by the hand and led me out to the balcony.

"Business, you never want t talk business?" I'd asked once we had stepped outside.

"Yes Jordan, I recently acquired ninety-thousand dollars worth of uncut diamonds from a gentleman in New York in exchange for a few paintings and I need those stones turned into cash." she smiled.

"Of course, I can take care of it tonight if you like; it will just take a phone call." I said confidently.

"I knew you could help me, you make that call and I'll go downstairs to greet my guests."

With a soft kiss on the lips she was gone, as a few cars had already begun to arrive, and it was time for Caroline to be on show.

I took my time making the calls I needed to make to move the diamonds for Caroline, while standing on the second floor balcony pacing, smoking a joint and watching the cars come and go down the oak lined drive as the valets take turns parking them. 



I recognized the black Mercedes as it pulled in slowly, and grinned to myself thinking of how interesting the night ahead would soon become. 

The woman I'm currently fucking and a woman that I used to fuck in the same house, oh the possibilities.

I watched as the stunning banker climbed out of the passenger side of the car and her fiancée came around to meet her, she looked ravishing in a simple white sun dress and brown sandals, her shoulder length brunette hair loose and framing her gorgeous face. 

Our business relationship hadn't changed but our personal relationship had, the torrid affair we were carrying on was dangerous for both of us and I had no intention of letting it stop.

I made my way downstairs slowly, the crowd had quickly grown to about forty people and I was as usual scooped up in a conversation with a city commissioner about a fundraiser for the local school art programs. I listened to his pitch, not that it mattered I would spread my money around my home town as I always did. 

I nodded politely as he spoke, going on and on about how desperate the local children were for art and music supplies. Most of the people in my social circles knew my family background and how we had made our money, but none seemed to care where the money came from as long as it kept coming. 

I sipped on the champagne I had plucked off a passing tray and pretended to listen as he continued. My mind was elsewhere, I was watching Rachael move about the main ballroom. 

My need for her seemed insatiable; she was like a drug, a habit forming substance that I had to have more and more of. I watched as she moved casually among the guests, shaking hands and mingling like she always did at these things.

I also watched as the D.A. stayed close to her, working his own agenda, which lately had been about me and needing one more major conviction before his try at state government. He was the one person capable of bringing me down, which was an unlikely scenario, but I kept my space from him just as well and covered my ass better than anyone in my position would.

I was a drug trafficker amongst other things in a room full of white collar criminals and I didn't feel out of place one bit, these were my people and none would dare speak out against me.

"Commissioner, just call my office Monday morning at the port and I'll have my secretary cut you a check." I said politely, not really caring what he was saying.

I waked away leaving him speechless and made my way toward the bar, I wanted something stronger than champagne. There were three full bars all throughout the mansion and I made my way to the nearest by the dining room.

Chamber music filtered through the rooms, mixing with the chatter of different conversations as I stood quietly off to the side out of the way of the different groups, I had lost sight of Rachael when I'd gone to the bar and was casually scanning the room for her.



Sipping my vodka tonic, I turned around to head to the ballroom and came face to face with her. Those luscious lips immediately drew my attention and the devious smile was not missed at all.

"Jordan, how have you been?" she asked politely as a few guests made there way between us.

I couldn't help the smug smile that crept across my face , she knew exactly how I was , we had seen each other just the day before , having had a quick afternoon romp on my sailboat.

" You look amazing ." she said softly reaching out as she touched my bare hip, letting her thumb stroke slowly against it, I stepped back from her needing a little distance and a chance to gather my stoned brain.

"Thank you." 

We were in a room full of people, and I wasn't as comfortable playing our game as she was. Rachael on the other hand seemed to thrive on flirting with me, any time we were out in public and would take every open opportunity. 

As I moved I saw Caroline over Rachael's left shoulder, watching us intently, reading us, reading me and as I saw her break away from her conversation and make her way toward us, I wasn't quite sure what to expect.

"Ladies', I hope you're enjoying yourselves so far?" she asked with a smile, her eyes instantly on mine.

"Of course Caroline, it's a wonderful party and thank you for inviting John and I." Rachael began, "I was just telling Jordan the same thing."

"Think nothing of it sweetheart we only get to see one another at the museum board meetings, so we're glad to have you." The redhead smiled.

Just then, the D.A. stepped into our conversation, breaking Caroline's train of thought and interrupting us.

"Thank you again Caroline, the party is fabulous." he said, his gaze falling on me.

"Good evening, Jordan." he offered.

"Counselor" I said flatly, and not near polite enough. 

"If you all will excuse me, I need another drink." I said courteously as I moved to walk away.

Caroline's hand on the small of my back stopped me, and a whispered command of no kept me there, rooted to the spot, a subtle move that didn't go unnoticed by Rachael.

"Rachael dear, have you had a chance to tour the house yet?" she asked quickly changing the subject.

"Not yet, but I would love one the house is amazing."

"Yes it has a lot of history, and I insist that you have a look around." Caroline said, turning to me.





"Jordan why don't you show her around, you knows this place like he back of your hand and all the stories that come with it." Her tone left no room for argument.

I was sure the look of disbelief was evident on my face, and I turned to look at her as if she was serious and she just smiled. "That way the young aspiring D.A. can tell me more about his political aspiration." She added.

Rachael stood quietly watching me; I could see the wheels spinning in her beautiful head. 

" I would love a chance to offer some ideas about making our fair city better, and you know we can always use contributions." the D.A. said in his best used car salesman's voice.

"Well, it's settled then ...." Caroline began as she offered her arm to the D.A. "shall we get a drink and discuss a little politics?"

She offered her arm to him, and just like that they were off into the crowd, leaving the two of us standing there in a quiet state of confusion.

'I think you have a tour to give." Rachael teased.

"It would seem that way."

"Lucky me." she grinned, as she pulled me off in the direction of the staircase.

As I watched her walk slowly up the steps, following the curve of her legs with each step, I turned and caught a glimpse of Caroline, who was watching us, with a knowing smirk on those beautiful lips and she was completely oblivious to anything the D.A. was saying.

As I reached the top of the steps I led Rachael to the right as we began to walk down the long narrow hallway. The walls were covered in paintings and family portraits and Rachael strolled casually looking at them between glances at me. 

"The house was built in the early eighteen hundreds, and was a part of the Underground Railroad at one time during the civil war and it's filled with hidden passageways." I said as we strolled slowly down the hallway as Rachael took in her surroundings between glances at me.

"It is truly an amazing house." 

As we neared the end of the hallway, I took her hand and pulled her into the library, before closing and locking the door.

Rachael walked around the dimly lit room, looking at the books on the shelves and pictures on the walls. The only light in the room came from a tiffany lamp that sat on the old pine desk in the middle of the room, but it gave enough light for me to see the quizzical look on her face.

"I' m curious about something?" she asked, turning to face me, but not coming any closer.

"What's that?" I asked.

Rachael walked slowly to me, her eyes wandering over my body as she did so.





"How well do you know Caroline?" her tone was not jealous, but curious.

I stood there quietly leaning back against the desk, looking at her, gauging her body language and quickly realizing what she was asking me.

I reached out and pulled her into a long slow kiss, before I turned her around, pulling her back against me.

"It's a simple question Jordan."

I leaned in, letting my tongue slide up her pulse point before biting gently at her earlobe as I whispered in her ear.

"I met Caroline when I was twenty one, my father set up a business transaction for me and I came here for a meeting." I continued to kiss and suck at the nape of her neck, as I let my hands wander down the front of the dress, palming her full breasts softly.

"It wasn't the first time I had been attracted to another woman, but I was so intrigued by her." I let my hands drift lower, lifting the dress letting my nails scratch lightly at the inside of her thighs as I did. Rachael moved against me, moaning softly as my lips teased her neck, biting a little rougher as I lifted the skirt out of my way.

Holding it with my left hand I let my right slip down between her thighs, and slowly tugged at the white cotton panties she wore, the moan that escaped her was delicious.

Slipping my fingers inside her panties, I slid them slowly through the wetness I felt there, Rachael ground against my hand as I continued to tease her.

"I never got to finish the tour of the house; we never got past her bedroom." 

"She seduced you?" her question was breathy in between light moans.

"I wanted her to." I whispered and her reaction was to grab the hand between her legs and push it deeper.

"I didn't leave this house for three days." I said as I slowly slid two fingers into her, making her cry out as her body shuddered against me.

As I looked up, I wasn't shocked to see Caroline standing quietly in the shadows, against one of the bookcases sipping a glass of champagne, watching us.

She had come in through the secret stairway from downstairs; that opened behind the wall. I wasn't sure which turned me on more, knowing she was watching us or knowing Rachael was getting off on my story.

I didn't stop my eyes on the redhead as I continued pumping my fingers in and out slowly as Rachael looked up she saw Caroline watching us and froze only for a second.

I stilled my hand, unsure of what her reaction would be but not pulling my fingers away, and I waited for her to panic.

"Don't stop." she said breathlessly, grinding harder against my hand using hers to push my fingers deeper into her. Slowly I began to thrust in and out, pulling my fingers almost all the way out before slipping them easily back in 

Rachael's breathing changed; she threw her head back on my shoulder as I continued to pump my hand in and out of her dripping pussy.



"For three days I let her have me....anyway she wanted." I whispered.

One of Rachael's hands went to the desk to balance herself and the other stayed between her legs, guiding mine wanting her release.

"I let her do anything she wanted to me, anything at all." I said softly.

I held Rachael against me tighter as her body began to shake, her breathing became quicker and her moans longer.

"Tell me!" she growled, pumping harder against my hand.

I looked at Caroline, relishing in the self serving grin she had across those familiar lips as she took another sip of the golden liquid and enjoyed the show. 

"She could make me come so hard; I had never felt anything so good, so raw in my life to that point." I whispered while gently biting at her earlobe as my fingers slid in deeper with each thrust.

"And I did....come for her over and over again," I quickened my strokes making Rachael's gasps into long drawn out moans as she began to tremble, pulling her in tighter I slipped my soaked fingers out quickly and slid them over her clit, harder making small circles. 

Rachael took her free hand and slid it around the back of my neck as she began to shake uncontrollably and her moans became pleas of release.

"Please Jordan, more." she mumbled between strangled cries.

I slipped three fingers back into her roughly, pumping faster and deeper as she began to cry out.

She was so close, I could feel her muscles contracting around my fingers with each deep thrust, and her moans became silent screams of pleasure as she buried her face against my neck, quietly asking for release.

"Please baby, don't stop...."

I locked eyes with Caroline , as I made her come not stopping my thrusting as she did, pulling her orgasm from her body greedily as she moaned my name as she came . Her body racked with spasm after spasm of pleasure as it coursed through her, shaking her to her core.

We stayed like that for a few moments before I slipped my fingers out of her slowly, making her moan again as I did. 

With her head resting on my shoulder Rachael gave a throaty laugh, as she turned and kissed me slowly, her tongue teasing mine.

"As much as I hate to break up the show, I'm not sure how much longer Marcus can stall him." Caroline said quietly.

"Thank you Caroline, for a very stimulating tour of your home." Rachael said as she turned to the redhead, giving her a wicked smile...

"On the contrary dear, the pleasure was all mine." Caroline's smile was genuine.

Before Rachael walked out of the library she turned around looking at us both.

"Maybe we can do this again sometime."



Watching Them Stroke



My name is Ann. I met a young attorney on the Internet. We met because of a mutual interest in masturbation - especially in public or semi-public places. His name is John. John took me to an adult theater. He had been there a number of times before and his descriptions on men jacking off in public as they watched the movies were an incredible turn on for me. We had spent many of our mutual masturbation sessions on the phone talking about the goings on in such places. We went to theater on a Thursday night about 9:00 pm. At John’s request, I wore a skirt (not too short) and a crop top sweater. Of course, I left my panties and bra at home. John wore slacks and a sweater. He also brought along a tube of his favorite lubricant. 

In the car on the way to the theater I arranged my self so John could look up my skirt - not too obvious, just a peek. 

“I’ve been to this theater many times,” he said, “and I know that at some point tonight you will have the opportunity to watch a stranger masturbate his cock and I want you to really enjoy yourself - let yourself go - free yourself form any inhibitions and go with it.” 

John’s invitation had two immediate effects on me: I let out a small moan; and my legs spread involuntarily. It wasn’t long before my pussy lips became inflamed and moist. I said, “You know I would love that. I can just imagine a group of men all jacking off and not caring who watches.” In my mind I could imagine the sounds of men fisting their well lubricated cocks and others groaning upon the release of their cum. Those two sounds are almost as powerful a turn on to me as the sight of a man jacking off. 

I lowered my hand to my lap, pulled up my skirt and began to rub my twat as John watched and smiled. I could have easily cum right there in the car but I wanted to prolong the pleasure so I just rubbed my finger between the lips of my wet slit. 

The theater was just like those in the Internet stories - old and kinda seedy. We made our way down the isle with John in the lead and me following. As we passed one man seated on the isle seat, I looked down into his lap and all the stories John had told me about the place came into sharp focus. The man had his pants open and pulled down a bit. His hand was wrapped around his cock which he was slowly stroking. He made no effort to hide his erection or his stroking.

In the reflected light from the theater’s screen I could see that his cock and fingers were slick with either pre-come of some type of lubricant. I fell a little behind John as I paused to stare, I just couldn’t help it. What made the sight even more exciting was that the man looked up at me staring at him and pumped he cock a little faster as I watched. I would have stayed to watch the inevitable outpouring of his cum but John had moved well ahead of me by now. I caught up and we sat near the side of the theater - John closest to the wall. We were alone in our row although there were about seven guys all sitting in the vicinity. The closest was one row in front and two seats to our left. It seemed from the movements of his shoulder and upper arm that he was pumping himself. For a women who loves to watch guys masturbate themselves this was heaven.

The movie was pretty standard stuff - a petite brunette was kneeling before two guys and was alternating between their cocks. John wasted no time. He unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and removed his cock. John’s cock was not fully hard but he began work himself up. He seemed totally unconcerned that others might see him stroking himself. When he was fully hard he applied a little lube to his left hand (the hand he masturbates with) and continued his stroking. As John focused on pumping his cock, I noticed the man in front of us begin to move his arm faster. Everybody seemed so open and unconcerned about masturbating - well, I guess that’s the point of the place. 

I needed some relief too so I slid down a little in my seat and spread my legs. I put my hand on the hem of my skirt and pulled it higher on my legs so I could have better access to my cunt. I masturbate lots of different ways but when I’m really hot I like to put the middle two fingers of my right hand in my cunt and pump them in and out - slowly at first and then when I’m just on the edge of cumming I pump myself faster. I was very hot now so I spread my legs a little further and slipped my fingers inside my pussy. The first few strokes are always very intense and my moan caused John to look over and smile. With my other hand, I gave John’s cock a few strokes to let him know I was comfortable and enjoying myself. 

My stroking on John’s cock was interrupted by a rather large groan from our nearest neighbor. “Do you think that man just came,” I whispered to John.

“Sure, that’s what guys come here to do. I’m sure he did.” 

So nonchalant, so casual. A guy not more than five feet from me just shot his cum all over - like it happens every day. I guess it does here. It was my turn to moan as I let John’s words have their effect on me. I began fingering myself faster. I was just about there when a man entered our row and settled down just two seats to my left. John made no effort to hide his stroking but I removed my wet fingers and rearranged my skirt. There were plenty of open seats so the man’s choice of our row was obviously and attempt to watch us and maybe let us watch him.

“Ann, I bet that guy is going to jack off, “ John said as he continued working on his shaft. “This is the perfect place, no names, just cock and cum and you can watch. Let him know your interested Ann.”

I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I told John, “Pull up my sweater and fondle my breasts, but when your done leave my sweater up over my tits.” 

John did as he was told and when he returned to pumping his cock my breasts were fully exposed for the man on my left. I looked over at the stranger and made sure we had eye contact. I leaned back in my seat and cupped my breast as the man watched. Again, I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs. Our eyes met once more and I turned slightly in my seat to give him a better angle to watch me. The man wasn’t bad looking. He was about fifty, rather distinguished. Frankly, I didn’t care about his looks or his age, I wanted to see him pump himself off. And, I wanted John to watch me watch the stranger. I wanted John to encourage me to finger myself for both him and the strange man. I wanted men on either side of me jacking themselves off. I knew I was going to cum on my fingers for both of them. 

Without saying a word the stranger unzipped his pants but not before he made sure I was watching. He had a difficult time getting his cock out because it was so hard. It was a nice sized cock, but nothing specular. I didn’t hesitate and quickly had my skirt up around my waist and my legs spread. I looked at John who had been watching the stranger and me.

“Is this what you wanted to see, a big, hard cock being jacked for you to watch?” John asked and then asked, “Is he hard?”

“Yes, very.” 

“Is his pre-come flowing yet? 

I looked at the man’s cock and could just make out a drop of pre-come on the heard of his cock. “Yes just a bit.” 

John took my other hand and placed it on his cock, I now had a cock in my hand and two fingers up my cunt. The sexual tension I felt was overpowering. “Should I stroke you a little John?” I teased, “I think you need it, don’t you?” I asked John as if I didn’’t know the answer.

“God yeeees,” John said as his cock jumped in my hand. As I started to work John’s cock up and down, he motioned for the stranger to move to the seat next to me. My heart was pounding. The man stood up and moved towards me. His hard cock looked so lewd sticking out of his pants. He made no effort to hide his excitement and in fact I noticed a two inch string of pre-come hanging from the head of his shaft. 

When we were resettled I did something I hadn’t expected to do - but I was so hot. I took the man’s cock in my hand and very slowly began to move my hand up and down his shaft. Oh god, I had a cock in each hand. I began to masturbate both men with slow strokes. I didn’t want to bring them off - I wanted them to do themselves for me as I watched - but I wanted to experience the feeling of power over both of them. I knew how John liked to be stroked and I did him the way he likes. 

I looked from John to the stranger and wispered, “Am I stroking you the way you like it? Are my fingers on your cock the way you like to be held?” The man gently used his hand to arrange my grip on his shaft so that my fingertips were on the ridge on the underside of his cock.

As I resumed my slow pumping, he said his first words, “Oh yes, that’’s perfect.”

“I’m not going to finish either of you off but I’ll help get you ready,” I whispered. It only took a few moments of pumping their cocks. I new they we on the edge so I stopped. “Finish yourselves for me. You first John,” I instructed.

John circled his cock with his hand and began to pump himself. “Can you see me OK?” John asked. I moaned "Yes" as I put two fingers up my twat and began to rub my clit with my other hand which was still slick with the juices from the stranger’s cock. John was close to cumming. 

I looked into the stranger’s lap and saw he was keeping himself on the brink of cumming by working his cock with very short, rapid strokes. He seemed to be concentrating on running his fingertips up and down the ridge on the underside of his dick - he was dripping pre-come which coated his hand. He was waiting until I could focus solely on him before he made himself cum. He said, “Watch your friend cum, I can wait til he’s finished.” 

I turned towards John who was beginning a long moan. His hand was a blur as it flew up and down his cock. My fingers were going deep inside my cunt and out again, and in, and out, and in, as I slouched deeper in the seat to give my fingers better access. My eyes were glued to John’s cock as he began to shoot his cum.

“Watch me shoot for you, Ann,” he hissed as his cum flew from his cock. He was literally covering me with his cum. I came on my fingers as John’s sperm rained down on me. John slumped in his seat and I turned to our new friend. “Please cum for me,” I whispered. “Tell me when your about to cum,” I told the man. I had him pull his pants lower so I could get an unobstructed view of his masturbation. I also told him to expose his balls. They seemed heavy with his load. I looked around the theater and saw that most of the other men had given up on the screen and were watching us. I told the man to stand up and turn towards me. He did so without hesitation even though it meant that everyone in the theater could see him pumping his cock. I heard the soft groan of another female in the audience. The man’s pants had now fallen to his ankles. He cupped his balls and began to pull harder on his shaft. 

I urged him on, “I’m going to cum with you - cum for you.” Again, I began to work my fingers in and out of my cunt. The stranger adjusted the grip on his cock and began the climb to his climax. More pre-come leaked from his cock. I could hear the obvious sounds of his jacking his cock through his well lubricated hand. He groaned from deep within.

“Not yet,” I said sternly, “I’m not there yet.” He stopped his pumping and used his fingers to milk more pre-come from the head of his cock and smeared the pre-come all over his shaft. 

“I can’t last much longer - I need to cum,” he said.

“OK finish yourself off for me,” I replied knowing he was about to shoot. “Watch me finger myself as you cum.” 

Between his hand gently holding his balls and his rapid stroking of his shaft it was clear he was ready to cum. 

“He’’s going to cum Ann, he’s almost there, cum with him Ann, just like we talked about” John urged from my right side. That set the man off and his cum began to spurt all over himself and me. He seemed to aim the first two squirts of cum at my breasts. I felt the hot liquid land on me. The feeling in my cunt intensified and rolled over my body in a crushing climax. I kept fingering myself as the stranger milked his cock for both his and my pleasure. 

It must have been quite a sight: My skirt up around my waist, my top pulled up over my breasts which were covered with cum, my legs spread wide, and two men stroking their cocks both covered with their own cum as they watched my fingers pump in and out of my cunt. I let out a loud moan. I was way beyond caring who heard or saw this lewd public display. I began to cum again. It was one of the most intense climaxes of my life.



Watching Them Watching Us



Scene: a suite at a nice hotel. A suite, because it has a separate living area with a sofa, armchairs, bedroom. We arrive early afternoon and as soon as we enter the room, you turn to me and I kiss you, stroking you hair, your back, the curve of your bottom. I brush your nipples through the soft, flimsy material of your top, before slipping my hand under your skirt and cupping the soft warm mound of your sex. I can feel your heat, I know you're wet. I'm hard and you firmly stroke me through my jeans, we're teasing each other. 

They arrive, early evening. They look good, warm smiles, carefully dressed, smelling good. There's a sense of excited tension, of unspoken desire. You and I settle into the sofa, they take the armchairs. We pour some drinks, turn on the soft lamps, play The XX. We chat about nothing, the real communication is subliminal, subconscious. 

As we talk, I have my arm around you, stroking your arm, your hair, just low key, but intimate, warm, loving. From your body language, I'll judge how much further I should go. If you're snuggling into me, kissing me, being a little bit demonstrative and affectionate, I'll continue caressing you. We'll still be talking, but my focus is on you. There will be a gradual transition from all of us talking together, to me gently cupping your breast as we kiss, stroking and teasing your nipple through your top. They will be watching avidly, but without making it too obvious. For me and you, it's about you and me. Sharing the eroticism and intimacy of our sex with others will intensify and extend it for us. 

You lean back into the sofa and trust me to manage things. I'm super-perceptive to the signals you give off, your body language, the sounds you make, everything. I hook your leg over mine, so I can caress your inner thigh, eventually sliding your skirt up to reveal your knickers. There's a strong sense of the surreal, the conversation is drying up, they're watching, sipping their drinks. 

We don't notice, focusing on each other. I gently stroke you through the thin silky fabric of your knickers, kissing you, encouraging you, loving you. When I feel the movement of your hips pushing up to meet my finger tips, when I feel your knickers are wet, I gently pull them to one side. Now, for the first time, after all the talking and fantasising, we've all arrived at a moment of truth. 

You're stroking the obvious bulge in my pants, as I'm gently sliding my finger up and down the slick wetness of your vulva. They can clearly see the beautiful nakedness of your sex, as my fingers dip into you. Your eyes are closed, you're moaning, giving yourself to me, urging me to give you more. Across the room, his erection is easy to see, she's caressing her own nipples through her top. She's wet, you're wet, I'm hard, he's hard. 

I stand up, gently pull you up, and lead you to the bed. They'll watch from there, for now. You're facing me, with your back to them. We kiss, stroke and caress each other, as we always do. I ease your top off and unclip your bra. You pull my shirt off. I've pulled your skirt up, holding your bottom, fingering you under your knickers. You undo my belt and pull my jeans off. You step out of your skirt and I roll your knickers down, displaying your beautiful body to them. We're almost completely lost in the moment, yet aware of another dimension to this familiar situation. 

You're caressing my rock-hard cock through my pants, finally freeing it as you pull them down and I step out of them. We're both naked in front of them, but both completely secure with each other. We're just doing what we've done so many times before, but with the exhibitionist's delight of showing something secret. There's music, but no conversation. When you kneel on the floor before me, they can see my hard cock, see you gently, lovingly take it into your mouth, licking, sucking, pleasuring. The intensity of the moment and the soft wet warmth of your mouth is almost too much to bear, so I reluctantly stop you, pulling you to your feet, onto the bed. As you do so, you look over at them. 

She's straddling him, her skirt, knickers discarded on the floor. His hands caresess her bottom, they're kissing deeply. As she leans forward, she reveals the pink lips of her sex, glistening and shiny. His cock is thick and hard with desire, straining to penetrate her. We feel good to be displaying ourselves, and to see the effect on them. It turns us on to see them so aroused and it encourages us to go further. There's a sense of freedom, like being naked on the beach, but with an erotic illicitness that thrills and excites us. 

You lay on your back, sideways on to them, opening your legs for me. I take my time in penetrating you. I want her to see my cock. I want her to want it. I want him to want you. I want them to watch me slide into you in a single, deep, slow thrust, easily lubricated, causing us both to moan. You pull your knees up and I begin to fuck you deep and slow. We kiss deeply, caressing each other, doing what we always do. I'm quietly talking to you, telling you what they're doing, telling you how much I love you, adore you. As I turn you over onto your tummy, we hear her moan as he penetrates her. The sight of them fucking, so aroused, watching us closely, is hugely exciting for us. I fuck you slow and deep, supporting myself on my outstretched arms, so the only part of me in contact with you is my hard cock, slipping into the soft yielding wetness of your sex, below the roundness of your beautiful bottom. 

From the side, this is an incredibly erotic view, and we tease them with it for several minutes before I pull you up onto your hands and knees. I fuck you, gradually harder and deeper. Although I'm concentrating on you, I'm loving the experience of deliberately displaying myself, my cock hard and wet with your lubrication, and of displaying you, so gorgeous, the curves of your body, the slick wet nakedness of your sex. They've changed positions. She's kneeling on the chair facing us, he's standing behind her, between her legs, holding her hips and we watch the ecstasy on her face as he fucks her slow, deep. Her breathing is short, tight, mouth open, holding the chair tight as his pace increases, her hair swinging across her face in time with the movement of her body. 

We watch, enthralled, as her orgasm builds. She comes hard, a loud, urgent cry of a fantasy fulfilled. She's beautiful in the deep swirling mist of her ecstasy. We're wildly turned on by their extreme arousal and the sharing of such incredible intimacy. I pull out of you and lay on my back. You immediately turn and sit astride me. The build up to your orgasm is obvious and compelling, sweeping them helplessly along. It takes just a couple of minutes for you to come, as I gently but firmly squeeze your nipples and hold your bottom, pulling you onto me. They can clearly see my cock slipping in and out of your sex, both of us glistening with our own lubrication. They can smell our sex and hear your moaning, my urging, watching those final tight, urgent intense moments of fucking until wave after wave of your orgasm washes over you, and as you come, he comes too, not trying to hide the visceral sound, a release from deep within. For me, the breathtaking eroticism of your and their orgams is too much and as you take me in your mouth, gently but urgently sucking and licking the inevitable release from my balls, I come hard, holding your head, my fingers interlaced with your hair, loving you, watching them watching us.