While She Watches Them

That was the problem with visitors, I reflected. Your secrets aren't ever quite safe.

Taking the wrong door on her way back from the bathroom, Allie had found my binoculars. They were in the spare room, on their tripod, pointed right at the flat behind my house. The kind with an angled eyepiece for comfortable watching.

"So, is your neighbour pretty?" she asked as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Her head cocked to one side, hand on her hip. The years had been very kind to her, and she'd chosen clothes that highlighted her figure. A bronze dress of some soft material with a long row of tiny buttons all the way up the front. It was fitted tight around her body, stitched and embroidered to add stiffness around the boob area, but loose over her hips and thighs. It came to just above her knees, and the heels of her sandals accentuated her legs.

I took all this in while her words made their way from my ears to my brain. My face must have caught her meaning before my mind did, because I felt a rush of heat creep up my cheeks. I considered feigning ignorance while I groped for an answer, but my blush had already given me away.

So I grinned. Allie wasn't a prude. "Not really. But the owners rent out the flat to tourists, and you never know what's going to happen."

I shared some of the stories while we did the dishes. The big one was when two couples were shooting porn: they put up lights and those reflecting sheets, and the men took turns with the camera. But generally it was people too lazy or too unconcerned to close the curtains, even during their lovemaking.

Allie listened with interest. She'd recently returned from several years of travelling the world, and had exchanged her career in law for one in massage therapy. It suited her, and she seemed happier than before. Her skin glowed, too, and there was a vital energy that seemed to radiate from her.

We finished the dishes and I grabbed a new bottle of wine from the fridge. Allie watched while I uncorked it -- one of those modern plastic corks that slid out easily -- but her gaze kept flitting to the window.

"Is there anyone staying there now?"

I paused, bottle in one hand, a pair of glasses in the other. "Yes. A couple arrived this afternoon."

"And?" Allie took the bottle from me and poured. "Did you see anything interesting?"

"Not really. I was busy, but I think they just dropped off their bags and headed out." I took a sip of my wine and stepped into the hall. The front room across from the kitchen was more comfortable.

Allie didn't follow. "There's a light on now. I think they just got back."

I leaned back round the doorpost and glanced outside. Yes, there were lights on, and someone was moving around. "With lots of shopping bags. They must have been busy."

"Is that an en suite?" It was clear that Allie was going to stay and watch. She sipped her wine and raised her eyebrows at me.

"Seems to be. Why?"

"The woman just went in. Probably needed to pee, judging by her hurry."

In the living room, the man had taken off his coat and was placing the bags in neat rows on the low table. "Well, you can't see the bathroom, if that's your thing. Sorry."

She pouted. "No, but it's fun. They're just going on with their day, and they have no clue we're watching."

"You're watching." I took her by the arm and drew her away. "And if you stay here, with the light on, they'll see you. And I'll be labelled a perv when they leave their review."

Her eyebrows shot up, then she smiled. "I suppose." She began to follow me into the hall. "Not everyone needs to know that side of you."

Then she paused, and looked at the door to my spare bedroom. "But that room's dark. And there are binoculars." She pulled away and reached for the handle.

I sighed. Allie usually got her way. "Fine. But wait a moment." I switched off the lights in the kitchen and the hall. "Go on then."

With a delighted squeal she opened the door and tiptoed inside, with me right behind.

The room was in darkness. The binoculars on their tripod were silhouetted against the faint light showing through the crack between the heavy curtains.

Still tiptoeing, as if the holidaymakers could hear her, Allie made her way over. "I see that you've got them all set up already," she said in a whisper.

"Saves time." I felt a grin tug at my lips. "I really ought to remember to put them away when I have guests round, though."

"No! This is fun!" She leaned forward, wine glass held out at an angle as if she was afraid to touch the binoculars. "I see them! They're in the bedroom."

I stood back and sipped my wine as my eyes adjusted. The sight of Allie's arse was always worthwhile. It was fuller than it had been last time I'd seen it up close, filling out the soft material of her dress in a delightful way.

As she bent forward her hem rode up a bit to expose more of her thighs. I remembered how her skin felt, what her scent was like, how the heat radiated from her body. I confess, those memories hadn't been far from my mind ever since she got in touch to tell me she was back.

They weren't the only reason I'd invited Allie round for dinner, but they'd played a big part. Knowing she was back in the country, and unattached... well, I'd wondered whether we could pick up where we'd left off all those years ago.

A small chuckle brought me back to the present. "What?"

"See those shopping bags? I think someone has plans for tonight."

"What do you mean?" I peered across the dark expanse, but it was too far for me to see any details without the binoculars.

"Champagne." Silence, then: "And a corset. Looks like leather. Ooo, boots!"

I bit back a curse. This was exactly the kind of scene I'd love to watch by myself, gently stroking my cock while I enjoyed a strange couple's kinky lovemaking from afar.

But it didn't seem like Allie was going anywhere. She shifted her weight -- the material of her dress swayed with the movement -- and kicked off her sandals. This meant that her arse wasn't sticking up quite as high, and the muscles of her legs weren't stretched as tightly.

But she planted her feet apart on the carpet, toes wiggling a little, and I imagined running my fingers over the smooth skin on the insides of her thighs.

Again it was her voice that interrupted my thoughts before they could run away.

"She's out of the bathroom. Wearing a dressing gown. Quick kiss... Pick up the corset... They're flirting and laughing. Aaand she's heading back to the bathroom. With the corset and boots, and-- Naughty minx!"

"What?"

"She dropped her dressing gown just before she closed the door. She was naked underneath. Nice arse."

I tried to picture it. As it was, I could see the man, with a happy smile on his face, give himself a quick adjustment. He began to strip, awkwardly kicking off his shoes and clawing at his shirt.

Allie was still talking. "That's right, my friend. Take it all off -- including your socks, good man!"

I remembered Allie was the one who taught me how unsexy it was for a man to leave his socks on. Or even to leave them for last when undressing.

"Now, let's see what else we have in those bags, shall we? What's in that box? Small, shiny -- ah, it's a plug! With a tail." Allie rose slightly and glanced over her shoulder at me. "This is going to get good. Will they close the curtains, do you think?"

"Probably not." My voice sounded a little hoarse. "People on holiday don't seem to care who sees them. Part of the thrill, I suppose. No-one knows them, and it doesn't feel real. A bit like spending foreign money."

In the darkness of the room I could see a smile on Allie's lips, and my heart began to thump. That smile brought back even more memories.

"Lucky us," she murmured and turned back to the binoculars. Her arse swayed slightly, like an invitation.

My cock was trying to burst out of my trousers. I knew where this was going now. Perversely, I decided to let it play out slowly. With the uncertainty removed, this was a journey to be enjoyed to the fullest.

So I sat on the chair behind her, close enough so that I could touch her if I stretched my arm. A glass of wine, a beautiful woman and the air thick with anticipation. Yes, I could enjoy this for a while.

Allie seemed to be enjoying it too. "Well, he's left his shorts on. Black, so I suppose that's acceptable. A nice body for his age. Hmm, what are you going to do while you wait for her to emerge? Ah, champagne! Yes, she'll appreciate that."

My attention was on Allie's form now, and her movements. I noticed the small shifts in her position, the way her hands rested on her thighs and her fingers clenched ever so slightly.

"And here she is! The corset looks good on her. You'd love it." Allie didn't offer to make room for me at the binoculars, though. "Boobs and boots. Very nice. And fake cat ears too. I think we can guess what fantasy they're playing out."

"You mean the butt plug?"

"Hmmm." She shook her arse at me. "First the champagne, though. A toast, a kiss. They must be celebrating something. Ah, that's romantic! He's putting both their glasses away, and they've got their arms around each other. Ooo, this is steamy!"

I'd stopped caring that I couldn't see. I was enjoying the effect on Allie. I was enjoying hearing her relay what she was seeing, listening to her voice in the darkness. Noticing where it caught, where she swallowed, what she chose to tell me.

"He likes her arse. Not surprising, it's a beautiful arse. He's squeezing it. He has nice hands. Slim, with long fingers, but not dainty. Strong."

Allie had always liked hands.

"She's up on her toes, pressing herself against him. Those boobs are spilling over the top of the corset. Well, they were only half covered in the first place."

I tried to picture it.

"She's-- Oops, he spanked her! That's left a mark. A red handprint on pale skin. She doesn't seem to mind, though. She's almost eating his face off."

Allie's fingers were clenching rhythmically on her thighs, gripping at the material of her dress, slowly pulling it higher, fraction by fraction.

"Another spank! She's definitely into this. She's clawing at his chest. No, he's pulling free. Spinning her round and bending her over the bed. Now there's a sight for sore eyes!"

"Her arse in the air?"

"Yes!" Allie breathed, shaking her rump at me again. "Two perfect globes. A hint of a promise in between. Soft, pale flesh, with two red marks. Three! Four!"

I was tempted to rise and plant my own marks on Allie's soft, pale flesh. But the time wasn't right, I sensed.

"Her legs are spread. He's running his hand up between them... I can't tell for sure, but she seems to be wet already. I think her hairs are slick and sticky. Yes, his fingers are gliding easily. She's squirming, but he has a hand on her back, holding her down."

Allie's voice was throaty, and her fingers were almost clawing at her legs now.

"Time for the plug, I think. Yes, he's reaching for it. It's very shiny. The tail is black, like her ears. What's he doing-- ah, he's warming it up! Rubbing it over his skin, breathing on it. You have a very considerate lover, you lucky girl."

I felt a fleeting pang of conscience. I'd been quite selfish, before Allie taught me how to treat a woman properly. I'd been grateful of the lessons, and so had my partners ever since.

"I don't see any lube. Wait, not necessary. Up and down, and against her pussy... It's in. Surely it's not going to stay there?" She gave a low laugh. "Our girlfriend is wondering the same. What will he do? Oh, very good!"

"What?"

"He understands that he can't just poke things up there. He's on his knees, kissing the backs of her thighs, up, up, and... Yes, she likes that! Lick her crack, you good man!"

Allie liked a bit of bum play. One of her hands was definitely stroking the inside of her thigh now, slowly but with pressure. The material of her dress was pulled tight around her legs to show off the curve of her arse.

"He likes it too. Or else she has him firmly under control. No hesitation. He's got his tongue right up her hole. Hands on her arse to keep her steady and stop her squirming. They're very compatible."

I was squirming in my chair too by now. My cock screamed to be released, to be stroked, but I wasn't going to give in before Allie. Too much risk of crossing the point of no return too soon.

"Now he's using his fingers. Slowly, gently. One to start. Just the tip. Yes, let her get used to it. Oh, she's tensing up. Relax, girl, deep breaths... There you go. Aha, now you like it! Pushing back against his finger, you greedy minx!"

By now her hand was under her dress. I caught a glimpse of the crease where thigh met arse, and ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the memory of her skin.

"And a second finger. This one's easier. That look on her face is pleasure. Oh no!"

"What?" I breathed.

She glanced round again. Her eyes were wide, her lips moist. "The plug slipped out of her pussy."

"A tragedy."

"He caught it on his legs." She turned back to the binoculars. Her legs were wide apart. "He's sucked it clean, and now it's pressing against her hole. Gently, my friend, gently... Don't fight it girl! Welcome it in. There it is!"

Both Allie's hands were clawing at the skin on the insides of her thighs. I leaned forward and gently raised the hem of her dress to rest on her back.

Sitting back again I admired the view. Her legs were more toned than I remembered, but still carried an enticing layer of softness. In the room's darkness, the white of her skin showed marks where her fingers had dragged over her thighs.

Her cheeks were covered by lacy knickers -- she'd never been enthusiastic about thongs. The pair she was wearing now enhanced the view rather than obstructing it, showing the curve of flesh and crack.

Allie gave no sign of noticing my move. Instead, she simply continued to narrate the happenings across the dark gulf to the other flat.

"Look at that darling kitty. Yes, my friend, stroke her. She's on her hands and knees on the bed now, her tail dangling down between her legs. Shake it, kitty-cat, shake it for us!"

She shook her own arse, as if to demonstrate.

"Our friend likes it. He's taking off his shorts. It's a bit difficult, with his cock pointing up. The elastic has caught on it. No worries though, they're off now. Hmm, nice cock." Her fingers were teasing along the edge of her knickers, where the lace met her flesh.

"Kitty likes it too. She's turned round, mouth open, still on her hands and knees. Eye contact, lovely! Slowly, slowly... Yes, take it all in. Ha, he enjoyed that! His whole body tensed up!"

There was a pause. I couldn't see from where I was sitting, but it sounded like Allie was licking her lips.

"Kitty likes sucking cock. And why shouldn't she? It's such an intimate thing, with a partner you know and trust. If you enjoy the scent of his body." Did her head move ever so slightly in my direction? It was impossible to tell in the dark. "When you trust him, and he trusts you, and he's at your mercy."

"Mercy?" The word came out with difficulty. I fought the urge to clear my throat, and swallowed hard instead.

"She's going easy on him. Teasing, coy glances. But he's in the palm of her hand. In more ways than one."

"So she's using her hands too?"

"One of them. Cupping his balls, fingers stroking further down... Ah yes, he clenched up for a moment, but now he's relaxing. I think she's massaging his hole. Sucking and massaging, he must be in heaven."

I recalled a few times Allie had given me the same treatment, and gave the unseen man a mental salute of appreciation.

"She's enjoying it as much as he is. You can't fake that." Another slight glance over her shoulder at me. "Do you know how erotic it is? Knowing that you're giving someone that pleasure, knowing that their entire universe is reduced to one place, and that place is you. Your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your finger."

Her own fingers slid under the material of her jockey. I could see the lace moving as they rubbed up and down. It was sexy to watch -- the implication rather than the actual sight -- but I decided I'd waited long enough.

I sat forward again, suppressing a curse as my swollen head caught in the folds of my trousers, and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her knickers. I rolled them down, and Allie obligingly moved her hand out of the way. Lower and lower they went, exposing first her crack, then her hole, then those pink lips that I remembered.

This close, her scent filled my nostrils. The short hairs that peeped out between her legs were plastered to her skin. It could have been sweat, but from the stickiness I guessed it was her arousal.

Allie raised a foot well before her knickers reached her ankles. She was as eager as I was for them to be off. I pulled them round her toes, then helped her other foot out too. I balled the lacy material up in my hand and held it to my face. The scent was all Allie.

Before I sat back I ran my fingers lightly over her arse. A shiver went through her, and goosepimples appeared on her skin. Taking the fingers that were still resting on the inside of her thigh, I drew them towards my mouth and sucked at the tips. She let me, then pulled them free and ran them over my lips. I gave them a last kiss and returned to my chair. "What have we missed?"

"Nothing much." I was smug to hear a breathless note in her voice. "He has his hands on her head, guiding her back and down. Doesn't seem to be forcing her, though. It's a light touch." Her own fingers were stroking the insides of her thighs again. "Just enough to let her know he's enjoying it."

"She should be able to tell without his hands." I inhaled her knickers again and felt the head of my cock tremble with pent-up excitement."

"I'm sure she can. But it's a sexy feeling."

I decided that Allie knew best. She certainly seemed to be enjoying the sight. The fingers of one hand had found their way back up to her mound and were rubbing softly. A little more pressure brought a sudden squelch, and she gave a muffled snort. "Oops."

I choked back a laugh of my own. "Don't worry. It's a happy sound."

She wiggled her arse at me in response, then went back to relaying what she saw. "He's saying something. I can guess what, from the way his arse is clenching. His face, too. Drop the fancy toy, Kitty. You'll be rewarded in other ways."

I looked forward to my reward, too.

"She's being a good kitty. A bit of pouting, but we know that's an act. Best not to rush things, he's not young anymore." Was that a smirk on her face as she looked round? If it was, I ignored it. The other chap was easily ten years older than me. Well, close enough to ten.

"His cock looks like it might burst. Actually, everything about him looks like he might explode. There's a lot of energy there. What-- ah, that's good! Throw her on her back. Drag her closer. Show her how manly you are, show her the beast she's awoken!"

This brought back more memories. Allie liked to be in control, but she also enjoyed being manhandled a bit.

"He has her with her legs over the edge of the bed. Boots just touching the floor. One of her tits has slipped free from the corset, but she's just lying with her arms over her head. He's kneeling down..."

I took another good sniff of Allie's jockey. She must have heard, because when she looked round her gaze lingered before turning back to the binoculars.

"Hands under her knees, lifting them up over his shoulders. Kissing the insides of her thighs. Slowly, getting closer... She's crossed her ankles on his back. Just to encourage him. Perhaps dig those heels into him as a hint." Allie's hand was pressing further along her mound now, almost reaching the point where I could see her moist lips, glistening with arousal in the dark.

"He's done with teasing her. Face going towards-- no, he's closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, enjoying her scent. I'm jealous."

I couldn't tell whether she meant of him or of her. Either. Both. Her fingers had reached her folds now, and one of them was teasing gently.

"Now he's going for it. Slowly. No rush. He knows what she likes, and they both know she's going to get there. That boob that's out of her corset, she's decided to play with it. Just a bit of light stroking with her fingertips. Her other hand is running through her hair."

I couldn't stand it any longer. I took a sip of my wine, then put my glass on the floor by my chair and leaned forward. Reached out and ran my fingers ever so softly up the outsides of her legs, from her ankles to her knees. A slight shiver ran through her, and she shifted her feet on the carpet, spreading her legs wider.

"Don't distract me too much if you want me to tell you what's happening." She didn't object when I let my hands glide up to her thighs, though, or when I pressed my nose between them and inhaled.

I'd missed her scent.

But the memories that it brought back chiselled away at what little patience I had left, and I pressed my lips against hers, kissing and nibbling and delighting in feeling her shiver in response.

When she spoke again there was the slightest tremble in her voice. "Her nipple is large and pale. All swollen. She's rolling it between her fingers. Pinching it. Now she's stroking it again."

My tongue explored Allie's slit. Her lips parted at the slightest pressure to give me access to her soft, wet warmth. Her taste was as intoxicating as her scent, as wonderful as I remembered. My mind flooded with images from all those years ago, sleepless summer nights with nothing to do but sweat and fuck, afternoons of skiving off from class for a quickie, evenings in the library with our books forgotten as our hands teased and we tried to make the other break the silence...

But here and now Allie was angling her hips up in a clear hint of what she wanted. And much as I enjoyed teasing, I wanted to give it to her.

So I let my tongue glide lower, searching for her button, finding it instantly. Swollen and hard, just waiting to be caressed. I pursed my lips and sucked it gently, drawing it into my mouth again and again and flicking it with my tongue.

Allie was trembling on her legs now. I heard her breath coming in wet gasps, felt her body give twitches and spasms.

I drew my mouth away long enough to ask, "You were telling me what our friends across the way were doing."

"Bastard." She took a deep breath. "He's still got his face pressed up against her. Unlike some people."

I took the hint and returned my lips and tongue to where they'd been a moment before. Allie fell silent again. I noticed her fingers digging into her thighs, leaving clear marks as if she'd clawed the skin open.

"She's pinching her nipples. Both of them. Got them both out of the corset now. Pinching. Pulling. Her eyes are closed."

I pressed my fingers into her arse cheeks.

"I think she's close." Allie didn't sound very far from her climax herself. "She's bucking against him. Mouth open. Flush spreading down her neck. She's... sh-- she's very close. Gasping... gasping for air."

My finger slid over to Allie's entrance. Her arousal was warm and slick, and my fingertip pressed inside her just as I sucked her button hard into my mouth.

Whatever Allie was going to say disappeared in a choked grunt. I felt her body go rigid, felt her arse and thighs trembling under my hands. A sudden spasm, a soft moan, then she was pushing back against my face, and I was sucking and flicking and revelling in every shiver and spasm that ran through her, and she was whispering, "No, no, nnggh--!" as another wave hit her, and then I eased up, letting her body recover, noticing how her hands were clutching at the curtains and her head was bent and she was watching me between her legs.

I grinned, feeling very pleased with myself. Her taste was in my mouth and on my lips, and I deliberately licked them clean while her gaze was still on me. She smiled back, then drew in a deep breath as another shudder ran through her, then she pulled herself up again and returned her eyes to the binoculars.

"I was right." The aftereffects of her orgasm lingered in Allie's voice. A tremble, a rasping in her throat, a tiny unsteadiness. "Kitty over there came too. I saw most of it, I think." She wiggled her arse at me. "Don't you just love coming together with someone else?"

I did. And I didn't need any more invitation. I rose, clawing at my clothes and tossing them onto the chair as I pulled them from my body. Shirt, shoes and socks, trousers, shorts. I wanted to be naked with Allie now. Fucking her with my trousers round my ankles felt cheap.

She didn't turn round to watch. Instead, she kept her eyes glued to the binoculars. "Our friend is on the bed next to Kitty. She seems to want to sleep. He's not having any. Pulling her against him. Lifting her leg over his. Grabbing her arse."

I ran my fingers up Allie's thighs and moved close. My cock pressed against her, nestling in her folds. She pushed back, then drew forward, gliding over my shaft. When I glanced down, I saw it was glistening with her arousal.

"She's getting into it now too. Grabbing him, guiding him. Bringing him to where she needs him."

My head was swollen and shiny. I aimed it at her entrance and pressed forward, resting my hands on her waist, feeling the material of her dress. She pushed back, and I felt her parting slowly, felt her body welcome me inside. She reached behind with one hands, fingers clawing at my thigh and pulling me forward.

But I held back, drawing out a little before slowly, ever so slowly, entering her again. A little deeper this time, and she gave a low moan. Her fingers dug into my skin.

"He's inside her. She's rolling him onto his back, pulling herself on top. She's got her arse angled towards me so I can see her tail. Leaning forward on his chest -- wait, she's pushed herself upright."

I glanced over her head through the crack between the curtains and caught a glimpse of pink flesh, a pale arse, a streak of black fur. Nice, and if I'd been alone I'd have been tugging away, letting my eyes feast on the sight.

But now I had something better to do, better to look at. Allie's arse was just as pale, and when I pressed forward I could feel it against my lower stomach. Her warmth held me like a velvet glove.

"Kitty knows what she likes." Allie's voice was steady despite the rhythmic grunts every time I thrust into her. "She's grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. Squeeze, my friend, show your woman you love her!"

It was a good idea. I leaned forward and reached for Allie's boobs. They were hanging down in her dress, their weight pressing them against the soft material. I didn't feel a bra, and I wondered when she'd taken it off. She was definitely wearing one when she arrived at my place, and during dinner.

But now all I felt was the delicious plumpness -- larger than last time I'd held them. Her nipples were pronounced, and I ran my fingers around them and was rewarded by a small shiver. They'd always been responsive.

"I like how her hair falls over her back. Almost down to her arse. Swinging a little with her movements." Allie took one of my hands and guided it to the row of buttons along the front of her dress.

Obediently I let go of her breasts and undid the top one, and another and another. My fingers found smooth skin as the material folded back, and I stroked for a moment before undoing a few more buttons.

Allie's hand had slipped between her legs. I could feel her fingertips brush my shaft as she rubbed at herself.

More buttons came loose until I could reach under the material and cup her breasts in my hands, feel their weight and their warmth, squeeze their softness.

Suddenly it all hit me. Holding Allie, feeling her body so close, listening to her ragged breath, realising that she'd stopped talking. Feeling her warmth wrapped around my cock and noticing how she was trembling.

I'd missed this. I'd missed her. And here she was again, sexier than ever before. Mature, confident, erotic. And she'd come here to fuck me.

I realised I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. Already I could feel the spark igniting in my balls. I could control it, or I could release it, but I couldn't put it out.

Allie seemed to sense it too. She pushed back faster, so that our thighs slapped against each other like someone was clapping in the darkness. I picked up my own pace until I was thrusting away, holding on to her breasts for leverage, squashing them against her body.

Her breath was hissing between her teeth, punctuated by grunts that mingled with mine. Somehow she was still looking through the binoculars, one hand clutching at the curtain while the other continued to rub between her legs.

Inside me the spark had become a flame. I could feel it in my legs now, in my stomach. My arse clenched with the effort of holding it back. I was leaning almost over Allie's back, close enough that I could smell her hair and feel the warmth rising from her back.

A soft keening sound escaped from Allie, and the dam burst. I felt my cock swell up, until it seemed big enough to rip her apart, and I pulled back one more time as the fire began its exquisite and excruciating march along my shaft, and then I thrust inside her and exploded, and again, and again, each bolt of lightning setting me on fire as it was released, and my world was reduced to pleasure, and my breath rasping in my throat, and the warm globes in my hands, and the soft warm skin under my cheek, and then I became aware that she was shuddering too, and bucking against me, and her grunts had turned into a cry, and somehow another spurt exploded from me, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to hold in the ecstasy long enough for it to settle, slowly come down, like the last glowing ember on a burning log.

And then we were both shaking, trying to breathe, me clinging to her while she clung to the curtain.

I leaned back, still holding her, and we tumbled backwards until my arse met the chair and she was sitting in my lap. My cock slid out of her, and she shivered again and gave a soft moan, and then she twisted and seized my head and our mouths met in a kiss that was wet and breathy and very clumsy. Her breasts were still in my hands and I pinched her nipples until she tore her lips free from mine and buried her face in my neck. "Gently," she breathed, "gently for now..."

So I stroked them, and I stroked her back through the material of her dress. I inhaled the scent of her hair and realised I could still smell her arousal on my chin.

Her breathing slowly recovered, and I felt her hand on my cheek, teasing softly. In the darkness of the room her eyes gleamed, and I could tell she was smiling. A mischievous smile, I thought, and when she spoke it was clear in her voice too. "Are you going to invite me to spend the night? Because I want to see what our friends across the way get up to in the morning."

Well, what could I say? Nothing, I decided, so I lowered my face and kissed her again.