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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ The first time she realized that she could see into his apartment was when he had just stepped from the shower and was toweling himself leisurely while looking through what was probably a magazine. She could well imagine what kind of magazine it was by the state of his penis. She felt a faint pang of guilt as she continued to look across the dark space that separated their houses, but continued to sit quietly in the dark as he casually stroked the length of his now full erection. He milked a drop of liquid from it and brought it to the tip of his tongue. She licked her own lips in sympathetic anticipation. The man takes his pleasure fully where he finds it, she said to her- self. With a start, she realized that she, too, had been touching herself, more fascinated than aroused by the sight of a mature man playing with himself. She had never before actually spied on a naked man and it gave her a strange feeling of power to be able to so surrep- titiously invade his privacy. He was far from Adonis, but he was much more than adequate. As he sat on the edge of his bed reading the magazine, he spread his legs and slowly and methodically ran his hand up and down the length of his cock. She watched as he wet his hand his clear pre-cum and sinuously began rubbing it into the head of his cock. Spreading her lips with two fingers, she did the same to her clitoris and felt it respond to the touch of her slippery fingers. No, he was no Adonis, but she wanted him more than any other man in the world at that moment. She watched his hands run from the base of his cock and back again. His movements were slow and sure. She always thought men jerked off fast and hard, like George Pauley had showed her when they were in the back of his Nova. She had been fascinated with the sight of his bobbing penis and made him turn on the overhead light to show it to her. She remembered, he had stopped suddenly, shy and ashamed as if just realizing what he was doing in front of her. She ended up finishing what he had started, her arm soon tiring from the awkward strokes she administer- ed. When he came, large strings of come stained her sweater and she went home in dread that her mother would see it and know what she had been doing. George had been young and inexperienced as a lover, but this man exhibited a sensuous technique that hinted at the touch of a master! Abruptly, the man rose and disappeared from sight, and the room went dark. Later, she sat back in bed, reading a chapter from a paperback novel before sleep. As her fingers found the sensitive fold of skin beside her clitoris, she closed her eyes and thought of his hands moving along the length of his penis as she stared. As her fingers moved feverishly, his hands became hers and a bit of pre-cum on his fingertips became her lips; two fingers from her other hand became his penis sliding into her wet vagina, feeling the muscles squeeze them again and again as the feeling at the base of her clitoris began to spread through her abdomen. As the wave of her climax began, she put her drenched fingers in her mouth and savored the musky taste of her juices, remembering other nights when those fingers had been a penis and her clitoris had been excited by the lips and tongue... But all that was past history. The memories were sweet, to be sure. But they were only memories and they were linked with others that were not so sweet. It had been a long time since she had let herself go free with anyone, and had not thought about it very much. Seeing her anonymous neighbor tonight seemed to have kindled a spark she had forgotten. It would be very nice, she mused, to be able to make love to a complete stranger exactly the way she wanted, for as long as she wanted, and with no obligations or remorse. Of such things were fairy tales written! She reached to turn out the light and, for no special reason, looked at her curtains to assure they were drawn. Of course, they were. She always kept her bedroom curtains drawn. Only middle-aged exhibitionists who got off masturbating for hard-up old maids left their curtains open with the lights on, she mused to herself. She looked at them again; a small powder box on her windowsill had prevented them from closing all the way and left a small Vee of light between them. It was almost too small for her to see. There was no chance that anyone would have been able to see in. For a moment, she wished that someone would have... She closed her eyes and settled into her pillow, the smell of her vagina still clinging to her fingers. Her tongue snaked up to lick them off one last time before sleep. It was one of her most luscious secrets. She loved the taste of herself! * * * * * * The hot shower and some unbidden memories had brought many interesting sensations to his penis and his hands had innocently nurtured them until the familiar sensations of orgasm began to flash. Abruptly, he stopped and turned off the bedroom light. He still had work to do and not much time for playing with him- self. Perhaps later he might indulge. He pushed the thoughts from his mind and went back to his den to work. The story was coming slowly - no great gushes of in- spiration. After a while, he stopped fighting it and went to the kitchen for a cup of tea before turning in. Under his robe, his penis was still partially aroused, in fact, it had been most of the night. It was an annoyance he sometimes had to live with. In his dark- ened bedroom, he noticed for the first time that his curtains were open. He shook his head and went to the window. There was just too much on his mind lately. Before drawing them, he looked out at the dark night. Across the way, he could see a triangle of light where someone had not pulled their drapes together all the way. He could see movement of some sort behind them and smiled to himself. There was a difference between a Peeping Tom and a voyeur of opportunity. He wasn't sure what it was, and didn't care. His binoculars showed him that a very sensuous lady was enjoying her- self in the supposed privacy of her bedchambers. The opening was just large enough for him to see occasional glimpses of her thigh and her hand busy at her vagina. For a brief moment, she spread her legs wide and he saw that she had both hands at work on her- self. His robe was open by now and his penis was raging for satisfaction. He gripped it tightly and felt the head swell with blood and power as he looked at the soft flesh of her labia, spread wide by her delicate fingers, faithfully caught by the lens of the binoculars. Then her legs closed and the lovely view disappeared. But the movement became more and more frantic and he knew she was coming. The knowledge was too much and he stroked his penis faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his unseen neighbor. As her legs opened once more, he felt the fury of his own orgasm coming on and staring through the glasses, let it erupt as his hand stroked faster and faster, his balls bouncing between his legs. As the thrusting of the woman's pelvis signaled that she was coming, great globs of semen spurted from his penis and splashed on his stomach and thighs. Still watching the beautiful vignette, he caught a large globule on his fingers and rubbed it on his tongue, wishing he was licking the exciting lips of the vagina he had been watching. The taste of his come was on his lips when he saw the broad expanse of her breasts as she rolled over to reach for the light. She was not small, but had the full Valkyrie body he especially loved. The tiny Vee winked out and the world was dark. For the first time in a very long time, he felt both excited and satisfied. Just before he dropped off to sleep, an idea occurred to him and he smiled to himself. * * * * * * The first thing she did when she returned home from work was to open the package someone had left in front of her door. There was no note and no label. Inside the package was a rather expensive pair of binoculars. A tiny card said "From One Birdwatcher to Another". That was all. The second thing she did was to look out her bedroom window. She did not expect to see anything, of course, but visions of the man stroking his penis had come to her throughout the day at the most inopportune moments. The curtains were closed, as they had been when she had gotten up that morning. She took off her clothes and hung them up while waiting for a TV dinner to cook. She had planned to go to a lecture that evening, but the speaker had canceled at the last minute and her evening now consisted of prime time television and the rest of the novel. She decided against the television and turned on the FM radio. She greatly preferred Progressive Jazz to situation comedy. The novel, on the other hand, was getting mired down in itself - but it would have to do. She did not feel like going out to get another one tonight. Passing through the bedroom once more, she glanced out the window. Something had changed! His bedroom curtains were now opened - halfway! She could see most of his bed and part of what seemed to be a mirror on the wall. She wondered why she hadn't seen it the night before. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that he was not there. But on the bed, very clearly, she could see a pair of binoculars like the ones she had just received. Propped behind them was a piece of cardboard with a message on it. She rushed back to the living room to get the bino- culars. The note said "Thank You". Her face burned with embarrassment. Had he seen her watching him? How could he? What were the binoculars for? What did the message mean? Had he seen her playing with herself? He couldn't possibly have, she told herself. And then remembered the tiny Vee between the curtains. Damn! She thought to herself. And angrily slammed the two halves of the curtain together, this time making sure they closed completely. She dressed quickly and dialed the phone. "Sue, this is Connie. Are you busy tonight? I need to get out for a couple of hours and I thought you might want a drink. I'm busy," she said in a rush. "How about your diet?" Suzy's voice chided. The two of them had been fighting the scales together for almost two years. "Screw the diet," she replied. "I'm too damned frustrated to think about a diet tonight! I've got an oversexed birdwatcher to deal with!" "O-O-O!" Suzy squealed. "I'll be ready in ten minutes. She hung up the phone and finished dressing. Then, just as she was about to leave, she changed her mind and opened the curtains again. His windows had not changed. The binoculars remained on the bed along with the sign. She and put her binoculars on her bed, along with a pair of crotchless panties someone had once given her as a gag. With a magic marker she scrawled a message on a piece of cardboard and set it behind them: 'FILM @ 11' "You did what?!?" Suzy exclaimed. "I didn't do anything!" Connie told her. "I can't imagine how he saw me watching him." "What's he look like?" "Okay, I guess." "C'mon! Tall, short, fat, skinny? What's his dick like?" "Like a dick. You see one, you've seen 'em all!" Connie laughed. "No way, Sweetie! How Long, how fat, cir- cumcised, a lady-pleaser or a pee-chute? Come on, girl. This is Aunt Suzie talking. The same Aunt Suzie who watched you going down on Raymond!" Connie blushed. "You weren't going to mention that again!" she complained. "Is it as big as Raymond's?" Suzy persisted. Connie thought a moment. "I think it's a little bigger," she said. "How about the rest of him?" "Okay. He could lose a few pounds, but couldn't we all?" "We all could. So let's leave it at that," Suzy said. "Don't be so damned sensitive," Connie told her. "So we're a few pounds to the good. Some men prefer that." "You think your birdwatcher likes his women padded?" Suzy asked. "There's one way to find out." "I'm not sure I want to know." "Bull!" Suzy exclaimed. "Tell me about 'Film at 11'." "It was just an impulse. What do you think I'm going to do, give him a damned show?" "I have an idea." "I just bet you do." "I'm serious. Why don't we give him a double show?" "What are you talking about?" Connie asked nervously. "Dykes in Toyland? I don't swing that way." "Nothing serious. Just fool around and drive him crazy a little bit. Neither one of us is built that way, anyhow," Suzy finished. Connie sat silent for a long time with Suzy glancing at her now and again. For almost as long as she'd know Suzy, she'd suspected the woman was bisexual, but this was the first time Suzy had ever come close to making any overt suggestions. She looked across the table at the full-breasted girl looking back at her and her thoughts jumped back nearly twenty years to a dark house and the delicious dread of hot, clumsy fingers and the strange, exciting taste of 'Kathy'. Her fourteenth summer had been one of explor- ation and wonder. The two of them had snuck into Kathy's father's den and found the pictures. There were men and women doing things they had only whispered about. And then there were the women, kissing and fondling one another. Even now, Connie felt her cheeks burn as she remembered their stolen times together and the times their mothers had almost caught them. Although she and Kathy had done everything that Lesbians do, she had never considered herself one. Nor had Kathy. In the end, Kathy's parents had moved away and the two had parted tearfully, promising to never tell anyone. Connie never broke the promise. They had started with one another's breasts, looking, touching and eventually kissing one another's nipples. Suzy, on the other hand was tacitly suggesting something much more serious. Or was she? "I'm not queer," she said almost too low for Suzy to hear. "After seeing you with Raymond, I can vouch for that!" Suzy laughed. "Please! It wasn't...well, maybe it was, but you weren't supposed to come walking into the damned room without at least knocking!" "Do you really think he saw you jerking off?" Suzy asked suddenly. "I wasn't..." "Bullshit! Everybody does it. Do you think he saw you? With the binoculars, I mean." Connie nodded. "I guess so. I made it worth my while, I guess." "Damn! Let's do it!" Suzy urged. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. We'll just pretend and give the pervert a thrill!" "He's probably about as much a pervert as you or me." "Hell! The world could be in some serious shit, if that's the case! Come on, it's almost 10 o'clock. Showtime's at 11!" Suzy's grin was too wicked to ignore. "I'll go along with the joke, but I'm telling you, I'm not queer," she warned Suzy. On the way out of the bar, she felt Suzy's hand pat her behind when no one could see. "What the Hell are you doing?" she laughed. "Nice ass for a white girl!" The note had said 11, but the lights came on in the woman's apartment at 11:30. He had turned his own lights off and sat in the darkness of his bedroom, wearing only his robe. Behind him, the radio played softly. He was prepared to be "stood up" but for some reason felt something special was about to happen. Hell! He didn't even know what the girl looked like, not even sure that she lived alone. He was not prepared, however, when the curtains suddenly snapped shut. A moment later, however, they opened just as quickly. He picked up the binoculars and his jaw dropped. There were two of them! One was taller that the other, but both were full-blown, full- bodied women with round, lush curves and smooth bodies. The short one had huge breasts with dark, pronounced nipples and a thick patch of auburn hair between her legs. The tall one had nice breasts, too. But they were more proportioned to the rest of her. Her pubic hair was a light red, like the hair on her head. Her nipples were pink with small aureola. Both women had attractive faces, although the tall one seemed nervous and constantly glanced in his direction. The best part, though, was her ass. It was as full and round as his glimpse the night before had promised. Smooth and magnificent, his cock began to stiffen at the sight of it. They both knelt on the bed and turned to face him, bowing low. The show was about to begin. His penis stood painfully erect, but he refused to touch it, not wanting to come prematurely. He had a show to watch! * * "Is he there?" Suzy asked. "I don't know. How am I going to tell?" "Hell. Ask him! Write a sign and let him read it!" Connie scribbled, "Are You Ready?" and held up the cardboard. Across the way, there was darkness. And then a small glimmer of light showed. "What the Hell is it?" Suzy asked. Connie took the binoculars and whistled. In the pale circle of a desk lamp, his penis stood proud and hard. "See for yourself!" she said handing the other woman the binoculars. "Great cock!" Suzy admired. "If we play this one right we could get fucked properly!" "I thought we were just going to tease him," Connie reminded her. "Okay," Suzy replied and reached for her. "I'll lead. Say 'no' whenever you want. I'll under- stand." Without further warning, she leaned over and kissed Connie passionately, moving her tongue against the other girl's lips, her hands lightly running over her body. Connie cautiously put her hands on Suzy's waist and ran them up to cup the girl's huge breasts. "Like them?" Suzy asked. Connie nodded and then gasped as Suzy leaned down to kiss her own pink nipples. Suzy went from one to the other, licking and sucking the nipples, drawing them out to their full length. Across the way, the light still showed the erect penis, but there was a hand cupping the heavy balls hanging below it. Suzy's hand had wandered down and was caressing the fullness of Connie's ass. Connie was surprised that the other woman knew of the secret sensitivity of it. Connie's ass was beautiful - like the rest of her. Silently Suzy agreed. Slowly, Connie pushed her pelvis into the other girl's. Memories of Kathy were swarming back - hot, musky memories. She flinched as a hand found her vagina and then relaxed her thighs to let her lips open to the insis- tence of Suzy's fingers. "I hope he's getting his eyes full!" Suzy remarked. Connie murmured deep in her throat. "It's not too much for you, is it?" Suzy asked. "No." The one word spoke volumes. Suzy's tongue ran a trace down to her navel and swirled there a moment before proceeding further down. It stopped just below the line of her pubic hair, and Connie fell back spreading her legs and urging the soft head down to where her clitoris throbbed. It had all come back now! Kathy's probing tongue and the countless times and tastes. Suzy felt so, so good, and the idea of the unknown man watching them with only his erect penis showing excited her even more. Connie spread her legs as wide as she could to let Suzy's tongue probe up into her vagina. It was something she had not done for decades, and Suzy was more expert at it than she or Kathy had ever been. She gritted her teeth as she began to come and felt Suzy's fingers tickling her ass as her tongue continue to spear her vagina like a prehensile penis. * * He stroked his penis slowly as he watched the short one busily devouring her partner. She was on her knees with her ass toward the window so that he could see her open vagina and her breasts hanging down beneath her. Her head blocked any view of what she was doing, but the spasms of the taller girl's body told their own story! If their aim was to torture him, they were having their way! He looked at the other girl's face. Her eyes were tightly closed but her mouth opened full and pouting as if she was trying to capture something as she came. She was saying something now, and the other girl had stopped eating her and was crawling up to kiss her. Then they both got up on their knees and bowed toward him again. He could think of no better response than to wave his penis toward them. He still had not come, but it was not far off. Then the show continued. * * Connie was feeling guilty. Suzy had just licked her to one of the finest orgasms she had ever had and now was laying back stroking her own clitoris, afraid to ask her to bring her off. She rolled over and kissed Suzy firmly, letting her hand run down the girl's body to caress the fleshy fold between her legs. Suzy's vagina was a wonder in itself. It was strange, yet familiar. It seemed to draw her fingers inside it and she felt the slick abundance of juices flowing from the woman. She slowly drew her soaking hand up to her face and inhaled deeply. The musky odor of Suzy's vagina was almost too much as her tongue snaked out to lick her fingers. Suzy groaned loudly and spread her legs impossibly wide. "Please!" she begged. "I'm sorry but I really need it. Connie gently slid down until her face was firmly pressed against Suzy's labia. With loud slurping sounds, she sucked and licked as much juice as she could from deep inside Suzy, just as she had done with Kathy so many years before. Then she took Suzy's clitoris between her lips and pulled it gently, letting it almost slip away before sucking it back again and again. Suzy squealed as her pelvis spasmed over and over, her hands entwined in Connie's hair. Connie's own hands reached up to massage Suzy's breasts. Kathy's had been the small, hard breasts of a nubile teenager. These were full and demanding. Before she was done, she knew she wanted to bury her face between these beauties and smother them with kisses. When Suzy stopped writhing, Connie slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position. "This is our secret," she told Suzy. "Ours and his!" Suzy laughed. "Damn!" For the moment, Connie had forgotten about the subject of the evening's entertainment. "Want to invite him over?" Suzy asked. "What?" "Look." In the window was another sign: LIKE COMPANY? It's owner stood partially in the shadows. Connie peered through the binoculars. Globs of semen clung to his stomach and legs. "The son-of-a-bitch jerked of and came all over himself!" she exclaimed. "That makes three of us! Tell him to come over. A solid cock wouldn't dampen the party. Hell, at least he asked!" "Okay," Connie warned, "You really want him, don't you?" Suzy was silent for a moment. "You've done it before with a girl," she said quietly. Connie nodded. "Well, you know then. It's...it's just better with a man involved," Suzy tried to explain. "Hell, that's what bi is all about - the best of both worlds, isn't it?" Connie understood what her friend was trying to say and nodded. The vision of the man's cock had not left her mind since they had started. "Was it as good? Or was it better than before?" Suzy asked lightly. Connie kissed her. "I'm still not queer," she said, "but I liked the way you tasted when I licked your pussy. I like to taste come, too. You know, like men's come, especially after it's been in me." "Let's bring him over and fuck him so we can suck each other off some more," Suzy told her. They both looked toward the window and waved. There was no mistaking their meaning and they were rewarded shortly as the lights went apartment. He was on his way. "Have you done this much?" Connie asked shyly. "Only a couple of times," Suzy replied. "I'm not really a Lesbian, but I am bisexual, I guess. I can't wait to get ahold of that guy's cock, if you want to know the truth, but I want to watch him fuck you, too. I really got off the night I watched you sixty- nine Raymond." Connie blushed again. Raymond was a casual date she had met at one of Suzy's parties. As they danced, she had felt his penis become hard and press against her. When most of the guests had gone and Suzy had retired to her bedroom with her own date, Connie and Raymond had gone into the extra bedroom and begun necking. Before she could breathe, his hand was under her dress and inside her panties, stroking her wet pussy. She opened his fly and reached inside to grasp his cock, still hard from their dance. "You watched? I thought you left as soon as you opened the door!" "No way! You were working that cock and coming in his mouth at the same time! I almost jumped the two of you. Whatever happened to him, anyway?" "He's a prick. Forget about him. I'm nervous about what we're doing right now." "Connie, next to me, you're the sleaziest little snatch I know. If this guy gives us any trouble, we'll just fuck him to death and hang his dead ass out to dry!" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected sex with strangers. This story is for entertainment not to be imitated. You only have one body per life time... Take good care of it... Kristen !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!