Watching the Neighbors

I just stepped off the bus directly from college, I don't know a single soul in the city; my first time here. I got a job here because of my professor's referral and found a nearby apartment online.

I felt my eyes stinging, I took a deep breath, and almost gagged, diesel fumes mixed with the unpleasant odor of garbage, such a tremendous difference from the fresh clean air on the farm, where I grew up.

A handler dragged my gramma's old suitcase from the lower luggage compartment of the bus, I took it from him and sauntered into the depot.

I looked around and took a seat on one of the hard metal benches to catch my thoughts and adjust to my surroundings. My backpack on a seat beside me, the suitcase standing against my knee.

Strange that I needed to sit after 2 1/2 hours in a soft reclining seat; but I was squashed between the side of the bus and a rather large man who wore too much cheap cologne and when he wasn't sharing his deplorable bad breath when trying to look past me out the window, he snored like a hibernating bear.

Now here I am, I'm in the big city, about to embark on an entire new life, but at this juncture I'm not about to wave my arms and shout 'Yahoo.'

I feel like a tiny mouse, timid, afraid to move; so many people, scurrying like they're already late; and are rushing as if any moment they'll be able to catch up.

I'm Doreen 25, formerly from a farm near a small town close to nowhere, and a fair distance from somewhere; making all this hustle and bustle overwhelming. Even college didn't prepare me for this mayhem; yes, there were a large number of people at the university, but they were mostly my age, and I guess they knew where they were going. What I witnessed since arriving is utterly chaotic, all these strangers acting like zombies but moving at high speed.

I questioned my life choices at that moment.

Growing up I was an only child, a tomboy working alongside my dad, until college. I owned two dresses, only worn for church or special events; jeans, plaid shirts, and my dirty old ball cap for everyday was my comfort zone.

College woke me, changed me, the college boys showed me more attention than just pulling pigtails and trying to scare me with frogs or snakes. I let my brunette hair free from my favorite ball cap and started dressing like other girls, I adapted by reading magazines, searching the internet and soon after explored my femininity by accepting dates from the eager sex starved college boys.

I discovered them showing me their snakes led to some salacious scenarios; something I watched the farm animals do, but never allowed the farm boys back home do ... mamma told me that's how I came to be... and the reason she never got to leave the farm. Mamma wanted better for me and told me to keep my legs crossed, now I was on oral contraception and all the guys wore condoms, I was enjoying 'ALL' the perks of being an attractive college girl.

As I'm sitting on the uncomfortable bench, rather anxious, pondering if I should buy a ticket home, back to nowhere and marry a farmer and become a housewife, mother, and farmhand; a lady stopped in front of me and asked.

"Are you ok young lady?"

"I, uh guess so." I looked up at a mid forties, maybe 50-year-old, casually dressed, black haired woman, I returned her kind smile.

She took a seat next to my backpack, crossed her hands over her purse on her lap.

"You sure? You look lost, and a little scared."

"Well, I am sort of, my first time in the city, I just graduated college and was hired by correspondence online, not sure where I'm going or how to get there; so, I'm just sitting a spell, gathering myself."

"Welcome to the city, I'll help you if I can." She had a motherly demeanor and such a comforting smile.

I was wary, but felt alright telling her,

"I rented an apartment here." I dug the folded paper from my pocket, unfolded it.

"I guess that's my first destination."

She took the paper.

"Oh, that's not too far from here, well in a car, it's quite far to walk." Handing me back the paper.

"There's cabs out those doors." She pointed straight ahead to where there was one of those revolving doors people shove each other trough.

"Or you could save about 15 bucks, and I would be happy to drive you."

I guess my farm girl apprehension showed my fear of accepting help from strangers.

"Oh, right ok, I understand, an attractive young girl just arrived in the city ..."

She expanded her smile and a slight nod.

"It's wise to be cautious." She opened her purse, took out a red wallet, opened the gold clasp by twisting her thumb and forefinger.

"I'm Brenda Miller," she handed me her driver's license.

"Here's a pic of my family, that's my husband Frank."

She pulled another pic from her wallet.

"These are my now married daughters, Annette and Louise," She pointed to each with her manicured red nails.

"I totally understand you're concern, but I'm likely safer to leave here with, than many cab drivers,"

She chuckled.

"Do you have a cell phone?" She asked, as she returned her wallet into the sleeve inside her purse.

"Yes," I answered, eyebrows furrowed, puzzled.

"Take my pic, send an email to anyone with a message stating I'm driving you for a few minutes to your address." She crossed her hands on her lap.

"Keep your phone on, gps tracking active, dial 911, hold you finger over the send button, and I think you'll be alright." She winked, chuckled, and tapped the back of my hand, like an exclamation point; just as mom always did after we chatted.

"All right Brenda Miller, I'm Doreen Carlson." I held out my right hand, and we delicately shook fingers.

We stood and I through my backpack over my shoulder, lifted gramma's suitcase.

20 minutes later after some comforting chatter, we stopped in front of a decent looking, modern 3 story apartment building.

We exchanged phone numbers and promised to have coffee once I was settled.

"I'll wait here Doreen, until you're inside." She again gave me that motherly comforting smile.

I rang the caretaker button; I spoke loudly into the intercom, stating who I was and a moment later the door buzzed; I waved to Brenda and entered the building.

The caretaker was standing a short distance down the hallway, 50's, overweight, balding, wearing dirty grey black pinstriped overalls, and a green t-shirt, he wiped his face with a red handkerchief before stuffing it in his back pocket.

"This way Doreen," He waved his hand.

"3C, third floor, here's your keys, you'll find it... I don't do the stairs anymore than necessary." He pointed to the stairway and went back into his apartment.

I trudged up the 3 flights of stairs thinking I won't need to join a gym, two or more trips a day on the stairway and my walk to work, should keep me in shape.

The basic one-bedroom apartment was relatively new, modern, clean, sparse, seemingly cold.

The door opens into a living room with a sofa chair and coffee table, a set of patio doors to a small deck, barely wider than the patio doors and maybe four feet wide, with 2 plastic chairs on it. The view across the alley is another apartment building, an older brick siding. Open to the living room a small kitchen to the right, small table, two chairs. The bedroom to the left of the living room isn't much larger than the double bed, there's a nightstand, and a 4-drawer dresser. The bathroom is beside the bedroom, barely large enough to turn around in.

I rented this apartment online, as my work is within walking distance, but even though it's small, I'm pleased with it. After a quick walkthrough, I leave my bags unopened on the bare mattress and go for a stroll in the neighborhood needing to shop for everything, I didn't require a list.

I did a previous google map search and so had an idea where the market was and a couple local restaurants.

I bought picnic supplies for now, plastic utensils, cups, and paper plates, enough to get me through until I get to a big box store. I bought two bags of basic groceries and a bottle of wine, twist off cap, as there wasn't a corkscrew at the market.

As put my food away I realized I had no pots and pans, bowls etc. I threw my hands in the air and loudly expressed my frustration.

"My first meal of my new life, and I can't even cook mac and cheese." I open the cupboards and sigh.

"Not even a bowl for cereal," I put a couple wieners in the microwave and butter bread with a plastic knife.

'UGGHH' no condiments.

I finished the dishes, (threw out the plate and utensils) and took a disposable red cup filled with wine to my living room. I opened my laptop to search for the nearest store where I can buy some kitchen supplies, bedding, towels, and some personal items to make the apartment homier.

After about an hour of online activities, I got up for a wine refill and to close my balcony drapes for the evening.

My apartments on the third floor and as I surveyed my view of the building across the alley; movement on the second floor caught my attention, I spotted a couple making out on their sofa barely inside their patio doors.

I was caught between amusement and disbelief; his hand lifted her top and opened her front clasped sky-blue bra. He fondled her abundant bare breasts, bringing her dark nipples to life, once they were standing proud at attention, he nibbled each and his fingers went to her crotch, she opened her legs wide.

I felt an arousing tingle, watched for a brief moment, then closed my drapes.

I got another wine and returned to the comfy overstuffed chair and opened my laptop.

Curiosity prevailed, I needed to see; I took my glass of red wine and laptop into my bedroom and without turning on a light, I parted my curtains slightly and peered across to level 2, peering to the patio doors next to the fire escape.

They were still in full view, now both naked and sitting with knees wide facing towards me; masturbating each other while passionately kissing.

They appeared to be in their late 30's maybe 40, both fit, well tanned, she had a great figure, quite well endowed, as was he.

I became quite aroused standing at the window watching them fornicate and I played with myself. I came several minutes before they did but couldn't stop watching. They were still going at it when I drained my wine and laid on my bed, I turned on my bedside lamp to read, but I was still horny and fingered myself to another orgasm with the vision of them in my mind.

I face-timed mom and dad, gave them a quick tour of my apartment, they saw how sparse it was, and dad email transferred me money while mom and I were chatting.

The next day I took an uber to the box store, bringing home the needed household items, and a very necessary corkscrew for my favorite $20 a bottle French red wine. After making my bed with new linen, showering, drying with a new towel.

I went online and ordered the more not so essential household items to be delivered in the next couple days, amongst which most notably was a vibrator and a 7" dildo.

I walked to the market and expanded my food selection with 2 more bags of groceries; figuring from now on I can purchase any needs as I walk home from work.

I did several shopping trips, and housework as well, so was quite tired, not wanting to cook, I took a large bowl of corn flakes to my comfortable chair. Thinking the promiscuous couple may appear again, I turned the chair to look out over my deck and stayed far enough back so as to just see into the lower apartment.

After the cereal, I turned out all my lights, poured a glass of good wine and settled comfortably with my laptop hoping for another pornographic show.

Sure enough, around 7 pm they appeared, performed a similar scenario, making out and undressing each other, but after a few minutes of steamy foreplay they seemed to notice something out their patio doors and moved out of sight; I assumed they went to their bedroom.

I took my wine and laptop to bed.

I started my new job and was beat, so on my way home I stopped at the local pizzeria, brought home a pizza and ate it in my living room with all my lights off, watching out my patio doors, waiting for the couple on the 2nd floor across the alley to provide me with some special entertainment.

There was no activity at all that night.

I went to bed early and read some erotic stories on my favorite page 'Literotica' and fingered myself to orgasm while reading a lesbian short story.

The following evening, I made myself a pot of spaghetti with tomato sauce. After cleanup, I realized it was nearing showtime, I turned off all my lights; hurried to open a fresh bottle of red. I brought the wine and my new toys that were delivered that day, to my chair situated facing out my patio doors, just far enough back that I could watch without fear of being seen.

I was seated comfortably as he arrived to their sofa, shirtless, in black bikini briefs. She strolled in wearing a lacy red bra set, black fishnets, red garter, a red chocker and red stilettos.

This looked like it was gonna be a good show. I set the wineglass down, hiked my hem above hips, removed my panties, undid my blouse, and removed my bra. I switched on the vibrator, rolled my stiffening nipples as I teased my lower lips and clitoris with the humming toy.

He turned her over his knee and spanked her, then rubbed her bum, working under the red panties. It appeared she climaxed with his fingers, and then he did her doggy style in front of the sofa.

I dropped the vibrator and stuffed myself with all 7" of the dildo. I positioned it under me in such a way I could bounce on it, while both hands were free to administer pleasure to both my tits.

They put on a fantastic fuck frenzy, over an hour in several ravenous positions and I came twice as well.

When they left the stage, I recorked the remaining wine, put it in the fridge, cleaned my toys, and went to bed.

I laid there thinking about them; at first, I couldn't believe their carnal display was intentional, but the more I thought about it, it had been over a week since I moved in, and they performed their sexual exhibitionist ritual all but 2 evenings. She always appeared wearing different seductive attire, they ravenously fornicated on the sofa, or on the floor in front of the patio doors, seldom repeating the same position; unobstructed, obviously aware of being in full view of anyone in the 15 apartments in our building that faced them.

I figured they most likely enjoyed the thrill of being watched; I certainly enjoyed watching.

The next evening, I was again properly prepared, I was naked this evening, set up with my wine and toys, anticipating tonight's show.

She entered first, stretched out on the sofa, he kneeled over her, undid her bra, and started a back and shoulder massage. After about 15 minutes it became a full body massage, mostly thighs and bum. They were getting into it pretty hot and heavy; her head was on her arms looking outward, her lips said something, she lifted her head. He turned to look where she was gazing, again, they seemed to notice someone seeing them and instead of closing their drapes they left.

I found that odd, if they didn't want to be seen, why not close their drapes, why leave? Weren't they wanting to be seen?

They hadn't got me worked up enough to masturbate, I sipped my wine and went on social media, I had been debating joining an adult friend seeking website, I viewed a few as a guest and thought that would be a way to meet like minded lifestyle people, without the hassle of dating.

A couple nights later when I was prepping for another voyeur/exhibitionist show, I saw him setting up a video camera on a tripod near the patio doors facing their sofa.

I dropped my jeans and pulled my top off and took my regular position.

The voluptuous woman appeared in sexy burgundy lingerie, she stood with her hands on her hips, they chatted briefly as he finished setting up. They embraced, kissed and she fervently, fondled his phallus, once he was hard, she dropped to her knees, lowered his boxers and proceeded to give him a sensuous deep throat blow job.

I was aroused and leisurely played with myself.

He lifted her by her hair, ripped the lacy fabric from her bottom, bent her over the sofa arm, pushed her upper body onto the sofa and took her from behind. Pounding hard and furiously he rammed her as he tugged her hair, several minutes of frantic fucking and he withdrew, a stream squirted out across her buttocks, he tugged her hair hard and she twisted to engulf his tool again, not before a string of creamy jism landed across her face. After a few moments he tugged her hair back, tipping her head back, he wiped his forefinger across her face gathering the remnants of his sperm and force fed it to her.

He was still hard as steel, and he sat on the sofa; she straddled him reverse cowgirl style facing the camera. He let her writhe on his cock as his left fingers took turns on her tits, I was straining to make out what red tattoo she had on her pubic area, his right fingers were furiously fingering her pussy.

As was I, mimicking them, I had 7" of solid silicone in my cunt and my fingers were a blur on my clit, eyes riveted on my neighbors fornicating.

She squirted, spewing her ejaculation juice toward the camera.

That made me climax; I could see her screaming, he twisted one nipple, she twisted the other, his fingers remained relentless on her clit, she gushed again, fell forward, off his lap, curled into a quivering ball on the floor, legs shaking.

I came again, gasping for breath, wishing I'd known the sensation of squirting.

He was still hard, and his dick bobbed as he crossed the gap to turn off the camera, he laid behind her, cuddled her convulsing body.

I gave myself a pussy plunging, clit tickling orgasm; but couldn't make myself squirt.

Gawd I could only imagine how tremendous that must be.

****

I found myself fantasizing about them several times a day; when I woke up, while at work, at the coffee shop, every night as I drifted off.

Their exhibitionism had made me an avid voyeur, but I craved the human touch. Three weeks in the city now and I know no one outside the narcissistic, arrogant lawyers I work with; none of whom I'd even consider dating if asked. I need a real body to share my bed; it's been nearly a month since I had a real cock in my cunt.

I made a profile on an adults only friend webpage. I need to get out and meet people.

I consider calling Brenda for coffee tomorrow.

It was Friday night; I had a pretty decent day at work and the moment my door closed my heels were off, my dress quickly followed, as I crossed the living room to my bedroom, my bra was off, I flung my clothing toward the laundry hamper, and I pulled my light cotton oversized t shirt over my head.

I bought some weed at the cannabis store on my lunch break and my work week completed; I wanted to fully relax. I flopped onto the sofa, hastily rolled a joint and fired it up, relaxing with my feet on the table, toking, deciding on where to order supper from.

My fingers wandered involuntarily as I toked; I realized my fondling fingers had aroused me.

I continued to play with myself until the roach was finished. I went for my toys and as I was about to stretch out on my bed, I gazed into the mirrored closet door. I removed my night shirt and sat with my feet tucked near my bum, knees wide, not visible on either side of the full-length mirror, I was about a foot from my reflection, if I leaned forward, I could kiss myself, and my boobs would touch.

The view was breathtaking; my unshaven curly brown pubes, my cunt's dark pink labia dripping wet with its own flowing lubricants, peeking past my puffy mons pubis.

My dark red nipples, hard and erect, I squeezed them and harshly pulled on them, stretching outward until a slight pain was felt, making my body tingle with even more heightened desire.

The powerful aroma from my wide-open cunt rose ... the erotic muskiness filled my nostrils, a dizzying sexual scent that caused me to edge myself, I squirmed and bucked ever so slightly.

I held a stare with the gal in the mirror, watching myself as if it was someone else teasing my labia.

My mouth craved the taste of pussy, and I found myself desperately wishing I was a contortionist so that I could lick and suck my own creamy cunt.

My minds eye envisioned the lady across the way, how sexually alluring she was with her legs spread while he fingered her when she squirted.

I effortlessly imagined she's the one in the reflection, I'm teasing her pussy as she's fingering mine. I slowly slipped two fingers far into my velvety vagina, feeling the walls tighten and attempt to suck them in. I allowed myself the enjoyment of being finger fucked for just a moment, sliding in and out enough times to coat my fingers abundantly with my slick juices.

I brought that wetness to my waiting mouth and languidly licked off every drop of my succulence, eagerly sucking the tangy treat from between my fingers while imagining it's her vertical lips my tongue is parting.

My other fingers toyed with my erect nipples.

I reinserted my right fingers as I pressed the 7" fake phallus to my clitoris with my left hand, I removed my soaked fingers and easily shoved the dildo fully into my cunt.

I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, my sopping pussy-soaked fingers against my mouth, I savored my flavor as my tongue slid between my tasty fingers. My left hand busy, wildly fucking my sloppy vagina, making slurping, squishy sounds.

I fantasized I was in a threesome with the couple on the second floor, it was his cock rubbing my G, her vagina I was licking.

I felt it welling up; it started in my tunnel walls, tingling sensations, my impending orgasm was about to burst.

I plunged faster, licked quicker, moaned louder.

My body tensed, a deep guttural groan escaped as I fell back.

I stopped plunging but kept a steady slow stroke until my body shivered again, and I gently rubbed the silicone dick against my clit. I clamped my thighs tight and sighed deeply as I basked in the warm afterglow of my salacious threesome orgasm.

I once again wet my fingers and held them to my face, laying there fantasizing a lesbian liaison as I savored the flavor of feminine secretions.

I laid there for a long time fantasizing myself with them, hopefully squirting, having a lesbian scissoring session. I got extremely aroused again; I could have easily come again with little effort but decided to take my toys to my chair to watch my neighbors again later.

I donned my light cotton night shirt, made a stir fry, enough for lunch tomorrow.

I finished supper, uncorked a fresh bottle of red wine, and poured myself a glass while I sat on my sofa rolling another skinny joint, anticipating another show across the alley.

I stood with the weed hanging from my mouth, to turn off the lights and move to the chair.

I noticed him standing by his sofa, he was earlier than usual, he was looking my way.

I set the weed down, took a swig of wine and moved to close my drapes, as turning off my lights wouldn't suffice tonight, not now that he's seen me home. If I wanted to watch it would have to be from peeking through my bedroom curtains again.

I moved to the patio doors, took a hold of the draw cord.

His eyes caught mine, his face lit up, I saw his mouth move saying something, an inexplicable shiver coursed through me, Our eyes stayed connected, the woman came into view, wearing an extremely sexy black lingerie ensemble, she also began staring at me.

Her lips moved, she said something to him as she cupped her boobs and bobbed them. She winked at me and slid her hand inside her panties, wiggled her fingers, and brought them to her face and seductively sucked them, just like I did, tongue flicking between the fingers.

My gawd I'm sure I oozed, as I sighed. I licked my lips, my breath caught, my heartbeat surged, but I couldn't move.

He deftly lifted her lacy brassiere and suckled a tit, elongating her dark nipples.

I was mesmerized, hypnotized, stood staring, unable to pull the cord to close my drapes. I had the thought that tonight's show might be performed specifically for me, and I considered removing my tee and joining them... sharing ourselves from across the alleyway.

They both continued staring at me as they proceeded to get naked as they lewdly, fervidly fondled each other.

I regained some semblance of rationality; I was feeling very guilty because I was caught watching them and I whipped my drapes closed.

Being caught watching seemed to escalate my exceedingly aroused state.

I chugged my wine and sank into my chair, gasping, extremely horny, not just from this voyeurism episode but from my earlier fantasies participating with them.

I poured myself another glass of wine, fighting the intense urge to look across the alley again. I lifted the joint, debated reopening the drapes, toking, or stroking, what should I do.

I needed some relief; I put the weed down, picked up my toys, lifted my right leg and hung it over the chair's arm. My fingers followed my regular evening voyeur ritual, a pleasant amount of foreplay with my tits, to decide if I finger myself to orgasm or use my new toys and fuck myself when splayed out on my bed.

I squeezed my breasts tenderly, traced over my areoles to twist and roll my nipples as my right-hand roved lower to fiddle my clitoris and diddle my soaked lower lips. My sensitive nipples stood erect, and my left fingers remained to tweak and roll them, my mind focused on that woman's enticing form as she licked her fingers.

My eyes were closed, fingering my pussy, I was on the fast track, heading full speed toward a tremendous orgasm, when a knock on my door startled me instantly back to reality.

I hastily stood, straightened my oversize t-shirt, and loudly announced.

"I'm coming." I chuckled at the pun, as my eye peered through the peep hole.

It was them ... the couple from across the alley ... what do I do? ... I already hollered, they know I'm home ... they also saw me watching them a few minutes ago ... 'DAMN' .... What now?

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding like a jackhammer, I pulled the chain through the slide and opened the door, forcing a smile.

Gawd she was stunning, even sexier up close, the revealing see through lacy wrap was enhancing, not at all concealing her bodacious body. I was admiring her full breasts capped with large dark brown areoles, and her nearly black extended nipples screamed to be toyed with.

Well, yah, him too, even though his body was covered in a burgundy robe, I was enthralled as I knew what he was covering.

I don't know what shade of red my face must be, but my blushing had to be noticed as I could feel the heat in my flushed face and neck; my nipples poking profoundly was another tell tale sign of my aroused erotic state and my wet pussy scent was likely notable to them.

We stood there ... each of us surveying one another, all knowing why were here.

Silence enveloped us all, however our eyes spoke loudly, flickering mischievously, as our grins turned to smiles.

Temptation wrapped in desire, lust simmering, the air charged with sexual energy. Her sultry eyes proffered a forbidden, seductive message.

Her eyes had my tummy fluttering and several other parts tingling ... it wasn't the unique golden hue, nor the bright twinkle ... it was the depth ... the way they pierced deep into me ... I felt she knew not only what I wanted, but she somehow conveyed, I needed.

Her tongue salaciously peeked between her bright red lipstick as the corners of her mouth turned into a devilish smirk. No doubt she knew the sensuous effect she had on me, we both knew at that instant where we would soon end up.

I felt her naughty, provocative vibe penetrate deep into my soul, I bit my lower lip, and my loins tightened, gazing at this stunning woman as I recalled my licentious mirror play.

We never exchanged verbal greetings, she stepped in, her boob grazed mine as she passed, it was like static electricity, only way more provocative.

Then her right hand followed, dragged across me, like one would drag their fingers along behind them to feel the ripple of a picket fence. From my left side, lightly, just enough to move my cotton fabric, and I could feel her fingertips through the fabric, lingering, slowly, across my thigh, then with slightly more pressure over my vulva, steadily onward, to my right thigh then past. The effect was like a lit match passing a candle wick and it ignited a flame; her fingertips ignited my libido.

Oh, how I wanted her mouth to fan the flames, into a roaring fire.

My eyes followed her, yearning to take the entire evening to investigate her enticing body, to explore her smooth, soft flesh with my lips, my tongue and my fingertips caressing her curves and valleys.

To taste not only her sweet secretions, but her sweat as well; at that moment she was all I craved.

He stepped directly in front of me, interrupting my lusting gaze, and my current fantasy vanished as he shut the door.

His presence was intense, unwavering, I felt he had a confidence that doesn't beg for attention, it demands it. Dark eyes that study you but seem to already know your darkest, nasty secrets, a combination that I couldn't help but feel was made for sin.

I felt I was teetering on the brink of something dangerous and something exquisite. So, if this was sin or dangerous ... then I'm gonna be a sinner tonight, I'll conquer danger to find that exquisite.

He didn't do anything, just smiled, his eyes laden with significance, I could read his carnal desire, it was as plain as the nose on his face, but why didn't he do something?

I was uncertain how to react; I had no similar experience to draw on to help me decide what to do. I felt frozen, at his mercy, vulnerable, desired, and that excited me, everything about this meeting was exhilarating, arousing, but it was her I wanted more.

I gasped as he moved closer, his face was mere inches from mine, I could feel his warm breath, his masculine aura, his eyes shone with an inner light, I was elevated to a higher state of arousal.

My gawd is it possible to orgasm without physical contact?

I thought I might find out, I found myself swooning, waiting, for him to speak, or touch me, anything ... the silent lasciviousness was predominant ... the anticipation was excruciating and erotically elevating.

It felt as if every pore in my body was exuding pure lust.

Then like an epiphany, I realized what he was doing, he was waiting for me to decide, wanting me to make the first move.

He wasn't going to persuade me do anything I didn't desire; he knew I wanted it ... but was forcing me to ask or maybe waiting for me to beg for it.

His restraint offered me every opportunity to withdraw, to refuse, to tell them to leave; but lingering there, our eyes locked again, provoking me to take the initiative.

I shut my eyes for a mere moment to regain my composure and steady my breathing, I knew what I was craving; I wanted her, but it was evident when she stepped aside, he was in control. If I wanted to have her, I had to go past him.

So be it, danger be damned, I'm after exquisite and she's right fucking there, in my apartment, within arms reach to my right.

The quivering uncertainty within me vanished, I opened my eyes, my fingers brushed his cheek my fingertips felt the bristling of his stubble and came to rest on the nape of his neck, my other hand went behind his head, I leaned closer.

A surge of emotion exchanged as our heads tilted, and our lips touched.

Like a flower blossoming, petals opening to the warm sun's rays, I sensed a serene feeling as our tongues injected past soft lips.

When our tongues touched, my loins tingled, and his arms lifted. I felt his hand firm behind my neck, holding me as if I might retreat and his hand wouldn't allow that.

My tongue coaxed his into my mouth and there we swirled.

Our connection was intense, electric, and I shivered with the passion that I felt transferring through our tongues.

We separated; our eyes maintained our ardent connection.

His voice was calm, deep, like a radio announcer, mesmerizing, his raw emotion shook me.

"What do you desire most?"

I was taken aback, at such a bold, open-ended question. My mind reeled, grasping for the words ... should I admit I want her.

Now am I to beg? Do I need to tell him that I want to be fucked?

I'm unsure what he's asking ... uh, he must be asking for something more definitive; maybe a position ... or should he be gentle or forceful.

I craved to taste her and to have her eat me, I'd never experienced that and now that it's an option it had me mesmerized; but dare I speak it at this time.

I smiled and turned to the tempting woman, giving me a chance to choose my words carefully. I knew I wanted to have him touch me, to explore every inch of my body, as I often saw him do to her; but not as badly as I wanted to explore her body, nor as much as I craved her to touch me.

He must have recognized my licentious lust for her, or possibly she signalled him; he placed his hands on my hips.

"You need not say it, I see it, we both sense it."

No fumbling, a confident sure grip of an experienced lover, his fingers held my waist, I felt myself swelling with something I hadn't fully expected, magical, irresistible, his fingers lifted my oversize shirt, I raised my arms as the light cotton was removed and tossed aside, his fingers were forceful yet delicate.

"Damn you're gorgeous, I want my cock inside you," he whispered ever so softly and parted my lips with his tongue again.

Our tongues swirled, dancing in the ballroom of my mouth, his fingers gingerly twisting, tugging, and tweaking my sensitive nipples.

She stepped in, her naked warm body pressed against my back, I felt her hard nipples pressed by her warm mounds against my shoulder blades. Her tongue traced a course across my shoulder to the nape of my neck, her soft, warm lips on my neck, a gentle sucking kiss there sent shivers down my spine and goosepimples popped up, covered my arms and thighs, her tongue went up to my ear, I quivered at the delightful sensation as she swirled in there.

Her delicate fingers roved around and cradled the underside of my breasts, a barely audible moan escaped me, my eyes closed as she squeezed my soft mounds lovingly.

My entire body was burning with anticipation.

Lightly, delicately, sloth like, her fingers explored lower, as if counting each valley and ridge of my ribs, a forefinger circled my belly button then lower, her fingers came together like magnets on either side of my vulva, pressing my soft flesh together, not forceful, firmly, several pulses, squishing my labia.

I involuntarily sighed and my body arched; her fierce touch caused a rich tapestry of sensations and emotions.

Her tongue trailed down my spine as she kneeled, she lightly bit my ass cheeks as her fingers went to my inner thighs to caress the smooth flesh and with gentle persuasion, made me widen my feet, her knuckles caressed my inner thighs her thumbs grazed my sensitive, swollen, slick lips.

His mouth moved to my nipple and bit lightly, simultaneously her left fingers tugged my pubes, both actions were enough to make me gasp but not overly painful ... synchronized, like they rehearsed, they repeated the sensuous action.

Her right fingers squished my wet labia and attempted to tug them, but they were too wet, so no grip was attained. She teased my clit, rubbing the hood over and back, like jerking off a tiny penis, exciting my blood engorged sensitive bean even more.

Her tongue was striving to penetrate my puckered anus; all these salacious movements combined with sliding a finger ever so lightly, edging along my slim, wavy, vertical lips.

I was swiftly coming unravelled, about to climax and that would be fantastic, but I needed to participate somehow.

I turned to her, dropped to my knees, wrapped my arms around her, and shoved my tongue as deep into her mouth as I could, my fingers went to her hard nipples, and I rolled them firmly, precisely the way I prefer mine treated.

I gasped at the passion that was being exchanged, I nibbled her earlobe and whispered.

"I've never been with a woman, but I crave it badly."

She smiled broadly, her left hand on the centre of my back, she eased me onto my back, once I was prone her hands went to my knees and with a little nudge, I yawned my legs, her fingers meandered up to my breasts as she moved between my legs and went down on me.

She skillfully, softly, sucked my sopping, sensitive fleshy lips into her mouth as she tenderly slurped, her tongue ran the edges of my labia.

I was writhing and moaning, nearing a magnificent orgasm, he was beside me, administering such delightful nipple play.

The sensational, erotic chewing and sucking on my titillated flesh went on for several minutes and they sensed how close I was, she released my labia, her fingers held my flaps open, and she feverishly flicked my clit with the tip of her tongue.

One finger eased inside my tunnel, searched my smooth, warm, wet walls, instantly located my G.

My back arched instantly, a desperate groan escaping my lips, my orgasm emerged.

I closed my eyes and let go; writhing, relishing in the glorious rapture I was receiving.

A second finger joined the drumming on my inner button; her lips persistantly nibbled my outer love button.

I did not try to suppress the moans that her stimulation gave me, her fingers dug unto the flesh of my buttocks as her face pressed, her tongue wagged.

I shook ... I stiffened, the orgasm hit me like a tsunami, a tidal wave of unbelievable euphoric sensations washed over... wave after wave crashing, replicating thunderously.

Intense vibrations reverberated and bounced around inside me like the inside of a tornado tossing stuff erratically.

I was ecstatic, elated, I quivered, my fingers combed into her hair, holding her firm as I mashed my cunt hard against her mouth, my thighs tightened around her ears, as I continued writhing, gaining glee from her mouth.

The presenter of this profound pleasure swung her narrow hips around, and suddenly she was straddling my head. Her pussy was inches above my face; I could smell her sensuous scent now.

My lips curled into a grin when I saw a cartoon style tattoo on her waxed smooth pubic area. A smiling, winking, sexy female red devil with detailed tits and genitals; a long tongue curved like a ribbon licking her own privates, the well-known arrow tipped tail isn't, her tails end is a bulbous cockhead and it's about to join the tongue. What a perfect way to say, I'm a naughty promiscuous bisexual person being.

That heady musty scent put me right back in the zone.

My hands instantly rose to her ass, digging my nails into her soft mounds as she slowly lowered herself to my waiting mouth.

Her smooth, thick, slick lips met my eager tongue.

Smell became taste, oh what a glorious, delicious flavor, she was sweeter than I anticipated; her feminine secretions were much tastier than my own nectar.

The sweet, sticky taste filled my mind as well as my mouth. I automatically began to suck on her vulva and my tongue probed inside her thicker flaps.

There wasn't any thought involved; I just did it ... and I instantly loved it, the way she tasted and how her body responded to me and I knew right then that everything I had known had changed. This was a sample of heaven, way better than cock sucking.

My tongue was exploring the soft, warm, wet flesh of that gorgeous female I was craving a short while ago.

At that same moment I felt her soft mouth back on my genitalia.

She flicked my clit with her tongue once, twice, and then ran her tongue down the length of my slit and over my perineum to tease my dark star, a new thrill and it was titillating.

Her hands locked my hips in place, nails digging hard into the soft flesh of my ass, widening my cheeks, her forefinger trying to iron smooth the wrinkles of my puckered aperture. I mirrored her action, hoping she realized I wanted to do to her what she needed.

We munched leisurely on each others' labia and clits, as we fingered back door openings.

We were both sweating and our bodies fell into an unmistakable rhythm, we were heading toward a mutual, simultaneous orgasm.

I wasn't going to be able to prolong my orgasm, I was too far gone, I moaned and as I came, I felt it transfer straight into her body; she quivered; and we actually did climax together.

Gawd it was so good.

I felt such jubilation, making her cum. My finger on her anus was moved aside by his hand and I opened my eyes to watch his glans press past where my finger was.

Her body stiffened, as he invaded inward, but the woman did not stop licking me; she groaned, and her hips tilted. Her tongue worked harder and harder, not letting me relax for even a second, as I stared at his entire cock disappear fully into her ass.

It took me a moment to return to my muff munching.

Her hands were under me, lifting my pussy to her waiting mouth. He began a machine like, piston stroke, his balls rubbing my forehead as he thrust.

Her finger penetrated my asshole, and I came unravelled from the unknown, unique sensation, a yelp escaped me. My mind's eye saw an explosion of multi-colored stars, an entire galaxy bursting sporadically. The stirring sensations between my legs was an explosion of pleasure so strong that it verged on pain. Her mouth kept working on me, drawing out the climax until my body could handle no more, I was spent, exhausted, gasping for air, which wasn't coming.

Then it was their turn, his balls were no longer brushing my forehead; they had shrunken up into his sack. He was pounding her hard with long, deep strokes.

She started spasming in the throes of an epic climax, he grunted and with a firm grip on her waist he held motionless. He twitched, remained buried deep, and her buttocks clenched, twerking rhythmically, milking him; I watched her vagina muscles pulsate.

He grunted with every convulsion, interspersed with her wails, their orgasm was tumultuous, turbulent; lasting what seemed to be an eternity. His milky jism started oozing from her reddened, thick, slick lips, his cream trickling to my nose and mouth. I tasted his salty fluid and combined with her succulence; I had a renewed vigor.

I was more fervent, I swirled my tongue around his shaft, desiring his fluid as much as hers, my hand went behind his butt, I knew men also had a g spot, I knew how erotic and sensitive it was, and where it was, I stuck my finger up his ass and worked his prostate and took turns licking her labia and his shaft.

She pulled away, flipped around and we shared his shaft. Our eyes locked across the large cock and as we licked the length, we flicked each other's tongues and his crown together. My finger remained in his ass, and he grunted dispersing a second load that we amusingly fought for as much of his jism as we could get.

He remained hard as we cleaned his cock.

I fell back, pulling him with me; we didn't need words.

She followed and I was sandwiched between two equally sweaty, sex stinky bodies but I couldn't have been happier. His arms cocooned me in a protective embrace, my backside curves fit perfectly to match his curves as we spooned.

She snuggled to me, her warm titties against mine her hand behind my neck, her right leg pressed against my vulva, trapped between my thighs.

Her and my eyes exchanged amorous passion, she brushed a lock behind my ear.

"I'm Gina, he's Conner, that was terrific, you were awesome for a first timer."

We kissed, our lips shared all three flavors, intimately, he found that perfect spot in the nape of my neck that aligned perfectly with his lips. Intimate seemed so cliché, this was much more profound.

"I'm Doreen, tonight was by far the best sex ever, I want more, specifically to experience squirting and tribbing."

Conner took my left hand to his soft member, another nuzzling on my neck.

"I want you too, but we never play with others more than once a week." He nibbled my ear and softly whispered.

"There's other in this building, so you'll have to wait you're turn. But you can move your chair closer to the patio, and we can enjoy watching each other most nights."

We lay cuddling for quite some time, I dozed off gazing into her sultry eyes, the steady rhythm of his deep breathing on my neck as he slept spooning me.

The morning light seeped into the apartment, I awoke alone, on the floor near the sofa, they left sometime during the night when I was asleep. I missed the warmth of him against my back, her gorgeous eyes ... hell everything about her ... my fingers were spreading my juice ... I wanted them.

Maybe I'll find someone else to share my bed, give me a squirt and a tribbing.