Being Watched
It was all for show.
Everything we did.
It was for him.
He was such a voyeur. And we loved putting it all in for him. It's what drove us. The excitement. The naughtiness. There was nothing better.
We always left the curtains on that side of the loft open. He had the perfect view of our kitchen, living room and bathroom. He was never more than a few yards away when we went at it. The first time he watched us is forever burned in my mind.
Shanna was cooking dinner and I was sitting on the counter stirring a bowl of batter. How I loved her homemade onion rings. I stared out the window, not really paying attention, until I saw him pass by. He as by far the sexiest male creature I had ever seen. His short but wild dark blond hair. I couldn't tell the color of his eyes, but his body was something to get wet over. Even the passing glance of him had me wiggling to apply some pressure to my clit.
Shanna had to have seen me. She stopped and looked at me before smiling knowingly at the window. She turned everything off on the stove before moving to open the window. I looked at her questioningly as she took the onion batter away from me.
"My dear, Neko," she purred in my ear. "You want him."
I blushed and looked down. "Gomen, Shanna," I replied. "I can't help it."
She lifted my head and started laying kisses along my neck. She kissed up to my ear and bit gently on the lobe. "I have only one thing to say."
I closed my eyes and sighed. "What's that, Love?"
She dropped her lips to mine in a demanding kiss. "Be. Loud."
Tearing off my shorts as fast as she could, she pushed two fingers deep into my pussy and spread my legs wide open. Her teeth bit down on my tit through my tee-shirt. I could not hold back the pleasured yell that escaped my lips.
While normally I was reserved and more of a voyeur myself, there was something so kinky about having that role taken away from me. I was went before she pumped into me more than a few times. I threw my head back and hit it against the cupboard. The muted pain made me moan out again.
My first screams of pleasure drew him to the window. Whenever I cracked my eyes, I could see him. He appeared shocked at first, but he never turned away. I knew his eyes were on my snatch and what Shanna was doing.
I moaned again.
Shanna ripped her fingers away and I whimpered in disappointment. But not for long. Her mouth was there and she started tongue-fucking me. That talented appendage of hers and brought me to soaring heights more times than I could count.
My gaze kept moving between the woman between my legs and the man no more than 15 feet away. He was no longer just watching. He was enjoying. He had his cock out and was pumping it in his fist. Shanna hit a sweet spot and I almost melted on the counter.
Her nose kept hitting my clit, causing my muscles to spasm. I could feel her tongue curling and uncurling, twisting left and right inside me. His hand making long smooth strokes that kept getting shorter.
I could feel my orgasm starting to wash over me. His hand moving faster. My mind began playing through what it would be like to have him fucking me while Shanna watched. Him fucking Shanna while I watched. All three of us togther; fucking, licking, sucking...Anything we could do to get each other off.
I screamed. I came. The images rolling through my head proving to be too much.
I vaguely remember hearing him and when I opened my eyes, he was there. His jizz on the window sill.
Shanna licked away the cream between my legs. As she stood, she turned and licked her fingers then smiled at him.
I spun her around and kissed her, all the while keeping my eyes on him. As I pulled away, he disappeared.
We cleaned each other up, Shanna denying a round for herself, and resumed cooking.
Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and was floored to see the sexiest male creature in the world smiling at me.
He pushed me to the wall and slammed his lips down on mine. I moaned and gladly kissed him back.
His heavy breath was in my ear. "My name is Preston."
My own breath panted in his. "My name is Caraleigh."
His hands gripped my hips and pulled flush against the growing hard-on in his jeans. "Your friend?"
I ground myself down and gasped. "Shanna."
He hooked my legs around his waist and pressed me hard against the wall. The size I felt there was amazing. I let out a sound I hadn't heard in a long time. Over and over, he slammed against me, building the fire between my legs again. How I wanted that cock in my pussy. Fucking me. Filling me up.
"As much as I hate to interrupt," came Shanna's sultry voice, "dinner is ready."
Preston and I glanced at her and nodded our heads.
We followed Shanna and grabbed some grub. Dinner would be spent getting to know each other.
Though we just met, we knew there would be more than talking going on tonight. That was an unspoken agreement. Whether it happened when we sat down to eat or when we shared our moment in the kitchen, that was never discussed.
That night, and several more after, was just the first step of many in my own sexual explorations.
Everything we did.
It was for him.
He was such a voyeur. And we loved putting it all in for him. It's what drove us. The excitement. The naughtiness. There was nothing better.
We always left the curtains on that side of the loft open. He had the perfect view of our kitchen, living room and bathroom. He was never more than a few yards away when we went at it. The first time he watched us is forever burned in my mind.
Shanna was cooking dinner and I was sitting on the counter stirring a bowl of batter. How I loved her homemade onion rings. I stared out the window, not really paying attention, until I saw him pass by. He as by far the sexiest male creature I had ever seen. His short but wild dark blond hair. I couldn't tell the color of his eyes, but his body was something to get wet over. Even the passing glance of him had me wiggling to apply some pressure to my clit.
Shanna had to have seen me. She stopped and looked at me before smiling knowingly at the window. She turned everything off on the stove before moving to open the window. I looked at her questioningly as she took the onion batter away from me.
"My dear, Neko," she purred in my ear. "You want him."
I blushed and looked down. "Gomen, Shanna," I replied. "I can't help it."
She lifted my head and started laying kisses along my neck. She kissed up to my ear and bit gently on the lobe. "I have only one thing to say."
I closed my eyes and sighed. "What's that, Love?"
She dropped her lips to mine in a demanding kiss. "Be. Loud."
Tearing off my shorts as fast as she could, she pushed two fingers deep into my pussy and spread my legs wide open. Her teeth bit down on my tit through my tee-shirt. I could not hold back the pleasured yell that escaped my lips.
While normally I was reserved and more of a voyeur myself, there was something so kinky about having that role taken away from me. I was went before she pumped into me more than a few times. I threw my head back and hit it against the cupboard. The muted pain made me moan out again.
My first screams of pleasure drew him to the window. Whenever I cracked my eyes, I could see him. He appeared shocked at first, but he never turned away. I knew his eyes were on my snatch and what Shanna was doing.
I moaned again.
Shanna ripped her fingers away and I whimpered in disappointment. But not for long. Her mouth was there and she started tongue-fucking me. That talented appendage of hers and brought me to soaring heights more times than I could count.
My gaze kept moving between the woman between my legs and the man no more than 15 feet away. He was no longer just watching. He was enjoying. He had his cock out and was pumping it in his fist. Shanna hit a sweet spot and I almost melted on the counter.
Her nose kept hitting my clit, causing my muscles to spasm. I could feel her tongue curling and uncurling, twisting left and right inside me. His hand making long smooth strokes that kept getting shorter.
I could feel my orgasm starting to wash over me. His hand moving faster. My mind began playing through what it would be like to have him fucking me while Shanna watched. Him fucking Shanna while I watched. All three of us togther; fucking, licking, sucking...Anything we could do to get each other off.
I screamed. I came. The images rolling through my head proving to be too much.
I vaguely remember hearing him and when I opened my eyes, he was there. His jizz on the window sill.
Shanna licked away the cream between my legs. As she stood, she turned and licked her fingers then smiled at him.
I spun her around and kissed her, all the while keeping my eyes on him. As I pulled away, he disappeared.
We cleaned each other up, Shanna denying a round for herself, and resumed cooking.
Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and was floored to see the sexiest male creature in the world smiling at me.
He pushed me to the wall and slammed his lips down on mine. I moaned and gladly kissed him back.
His heavy breath was in my ear. "My name is Preston."
My own breath panted in his. "My name is Caraleigh."
His hands gripped my hips and pulled flush against the growing hard-on in his jeans. "Your friend?"
I ground myself down and gasped. "Shanna."
He hooked my legs around his waist and pressed me hard against the wall. The size I felt there was amazing. I let out a sound I hadn't heard in a long time. Over and over, he slammed against me, building the fire between my legs again. How I wanted that cock in my pussy. Fucking me. Filling me up.
"As much as I hate to interrupt," came Shanna's sultry voice, "dinner is ready."
Preston and I glanced at her and nodded our heads.
We followed Shanna and grabbed some grub. Dinner would be spent getting to know each other.
Though we just met, we knew there would be more than talking going on tonight. That was an unspoken agreement. Whether it happened when we sat down to eat or when we shared our moment in the kitchen, that was never discussed.
That night, and several more after, was just the first step of many in my own sexual explorations.