4 comments/ 28358 views/ 3 favorites Who Is Watching By: Darrel10 Sometimes a small incident no matter how insignificant will change a person's entire life. I would like to relate such an incident that happened to me. Five years ago my wife and I moved into ahigh rise apartment on the south side of Chicago. There are also many apartments across the street that are only twenty feet away from ours. Sometimes when you are looking out you can see everything that is going on inside the houses. It was a clear December evening. My wife had just gone to bed. I was just finishing some work on my computer when I noticed a man and a woman sitting on a sofa. He had an arm around her and he was kissing her. She looked to be about twenty years old. She had a sweet face and long black hair that flowed down over her shoulders. She was wearing a white blouse and a knee length skirt. The man was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. Apparently they were in his apartment watching television, but they were really doing more smooching than anything else. Occasionally the man would take a sip from the glass of beer on the table and then go back to kissing the woman again. This went on for some time. I really didn't think anything out of the ordinary would happen, especially with the curtains open so I went back to my work. A few minutes later I just happened to glance back at them. Whew! Things had really changed. Her breast were now completely exposed by his working hand, and they stuck out like ripe melons. She was leaning back on the sofa while he deep kissed her. One of his hands squeezed her breast while the other was between her thighs frigging her. He was thrusting his tongue right down her throat. My mouth must have been hanging opened as I watched them. I couldn't believe they would go this far right in front of an opened window. As they continued to heat up I felt my dick getting really hard and I had to overcome my desire to continue watching them. After all I was a married man and I had a lot of work to finish. Even so I had to take several deep breaths to regain my composure. After several more exhausting minutes, I had to sneak another look at them. Damn!. This had gone too far! Right there in front of the window he was fucking her missionary style. I could see his ass going up and down as he rammed her relentlessly. Her arms and legs were locked around him as she writhed beneath him. I was mesmerized by the site as I continued to watch them. This was better than a porn flick, except that you didn't have a zoom lens and a rerun button. I wondered how many other people were watching this show they were putting on. He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him as he fucked her with long, deep, strokes, as she brought her legs up over his shoulders. I could stand it no longer. I pulled out my cock and started masturbating. I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was behaving like a pervert while my lovely wife was asleep in bed. Another thought occurred to me. If I could watch them, how many people could be watching me? But I was filled with lust and was beyond caring. He was fucking her even harder now, pulling all the way out of her, and thrusting back in to the hilt. As I jacked off, I paced myself to climax when they did. I could tell that their climax was coming. The woman was now at the peak of her pleasure, her ass writhing and undulating in a circular motion and up and down to meet each thrust of the man, and trying to get him even deeper inside her. Her legs were pointed skyward, her head thrown back, and her face distorted in an absolute expression of ecstasy. He locked his mouth to hers in a deep French kiss. His tongue must have been hitting her against her tonsils. He picked her up and for a while she was pole vaulted on his cock, and then he started jacking her up and down. Damn it was all so hot. She was right in middle of a humongous orgasm!. She bounced faster and faster, her big breast jiggling, her hair trashing. She finally broke the kiss and threw her head backward as her whole body jerked and stiffened against his. It was too bad that I could not hear her moans and yells. I could tell that she was bringing the house down. Meanwhile I had quickened my own pace. As my climax approached I could see that the man was reaching his. He was fucking her furiously, virtually jacking her on his cock. He carried her over to a night table and continued fucking her like a madman. They were at such an angle to me that I could see all of his cock as he pulled out of her and slammed back in repeatedly. His cock must have been at least ten inches long. Nearly twice the size of mine and he was fucking her with every inch of it. She must have had at least ten consecutive orgasms that added up to one gigantic orgasm that seemed to go on and on. He fucked her with such force that she had to hold on to avoid being knocked off the table, and at one point, the table itself nearly turned over. Just looking at her was enough to make you cum. She was leaning back and looking up with an intense expression of pure lust on her face, her long black hair flailing over the table, her hands tightly gripping the edge to brace herself against his thrust, as she countered with her own, her ass bucking up and down and in a circular motion, totally consumed in her pleasure. Their climax seemed to go on forever. I had already reached mine. I will admit that I had never experienced such a orgasm. I had to hold on to my desk to keep from being thrown off my feet, as I was knocked backward. I continued shooting my seed on the floor as I watched them consummate their pleasure. Then I saw them disappear into another room to fuck the rest of the night away. After I had finished cleaning the mess I made on the floor, I went back to work on my computer. It took me until 2:00 AM to finish my work. When I walked into the bedroom, I noticed that my wife was gone!. It was at that time that begin to remember how much the woman in the apartment looked like my lovely wife. Then I saw a note lying on the bed written by her. It Read: "I saw you with that bitch in the apartment." "I hope you get your eyes full tonight." "I will have my first real orgasm from a man who knows how to pleasure me." "Don't expect me back." What bitch? What was she talking about? It then occurred to me how much that guy looked like me. Maybe as much as the woman looked like my wife. Right then I must have fainted. When I awoke, it was morning. Then it all hit me like a brick, and I found myself yelling my wife's name. Who Is Watching? Carrie undoes her red silk blouse, slowly, button by button. Letting it slide down her arms, revealing a black lacy bra restraining her generous cleavage. She turns and reaches behind her, to the zip on her straight black skirt that she wears at the office. She pulls the zip down, and slowly peels the skirt down, past her hips. She runs her hands down the sides of her legs, and the skirt falls to the floor. Carrie steps out of the skirt, over to the full length mirror. She stops there, giving you a wonderful view; both front and back at once. She is wearing her black bra, and matching panties, a g-string with a band of black lace running across the smooth cheeks of her firm ass and down in a 'v' in front, pointing the way to pleasure. Her black thigh-high stockings are also banded by black lace, and she is still wearing her stiletto heels. With her feet slightly apart, Carrie bends forward towards the mirror, and runs her hand lightly over her breasts, first one then the other in a sensuous rhythm. The other hand slides down towards her panties, and disappears beneath that band of lace. You know she is touching herself, feeling herself get moist and slippery. You touch yourself now, rubbing yourself through the rough material of your jeans. You see her hand slide lower, and you realize she is pushing her finger inside, and you unzip your fly, free your straining erection and begin to rub up and down your rigid shaft as you watch her. She withdraws her hand; you groan softly in disappointment, but you pause as well. You stand there motionless as your eyes follow her across the room. She walks over to the bed and stops next to it. She gets something out of the drawers next to the bed and lays it on the nightstand; you cannot see it clearly. You are trying to make it out but are distracted by Carrie. Reaching behind her, she unclasps the bra in one smooth movement, and takes it off. Her breasts are revealed to you, full but firm, with rosy, pert nipples. Carrie runs her hands over them, stopping to pay attention to each nipple, pinching and rolling them between her finger and thumb. Her hands slip down, and Carrie hooks her thumbs in her lacy underwear. Spreading her legs, she bends over, away from you, and pulls them down. You can't believe the view! There is Carrie, giving you a perfect look at her tight ass and her glistening lips below. Staying in that position, she runs her hands up the insides of her legs, and you see one long finger rubbing lightly over those pink lips, until you can't stand it any longer. You grab your erection again and begin stroking it, imagining it is your finger, not Carrie's, touching her, feeling that wet velvety softness. Too soon, she stops, and steps out of her heels, leaving only the stockings on. She moves into the centre of the bed, lying back against the pillows mounded up behind her. Again one hand goes to her breasts, and stays there playing with her nipple, while the other hand is again between her legs. They are bent and spread, and you can see her finger between her wet lips, rubbing her clit as she begins to get really aroused. You can see her nipples puckering up, and her hand slips down further. She runs her finger around the juicy entrance to her pussy a few times, then pushes her finger in. She pulls out, and plunges in again, this time all the way to her knuckle, and you can see her moving on the bed in response to the pleasure she is giving herself. Now it is two fingers, and your strokes get harder and faster as you watch her thrusting them in and out, over and over. Without stopping, she reaches out with her other hand and grabs the item off the table. In a flash she removes her hand and replaces it with what you can now see is a vibrator. Its tip is poised at her entrance, but she torments herself by rubbing it up to her clit and back a few times before she reaches down to turn it on. After she's turned it on, she holds it against her clit, making tiny little movements with her hips. But she doesn't do this for long; it is as if she can't wait any longer, because her movements are now faster, and she repositions the tip of the vibrator at the entry to her now-dripping pussy. She reaches down again, and you get the feeling she has turned it right up to high. Then, in one swift move, she shoves it in, as deep as she can. Her body tenses, and one hand comes back up to grab her breast, hard now, massaging and groping roughly as she plunges the vibrator into herself, over and over, harder and harder. You can see every stroke in, and the thrusting of her hips to meet it, and then out, when you can see her lips stretched around the thickness of the vibe. You can feel your balls tightening up, and as Carrie buzzes herself to an orgasm, you stand in the darkness pumping yourself until you feel the cum rising, your glans swelling and that heavenly release. After standing there panting for a second, you tuck yourself away, quietly step out of the shadowy garden bed, away from the window, and continue your walk home. Who Is Watching? Ch. 02 You are drawn back. Earlier, you saw Carrie get into a taxi, dressed like she was going out. So you watched her house, noted which lights she'd left on; the front porch, the kitchen, and the laundry at the rear of the house. After midnight, the front porch and laundry lights turned off, and the light in her bedroom switched on as you watched from your second story window. Carrie was home. Once again, darkness finds you standing between two shrubs, hidden from the street by the shadows. It is a warm night, so the slight breeze is welcome as you peer through the gap in the curtains. Carrie has already gotten undressed by the time you arrived, so you first see her coming out of the ensuite bathroom. To your delight, she is already naked. She is brushing her hair, and as her arm moves her firm breasts jiggle, nipples tightly puckered. She laughs, and turns and says something in the direction of her bed. She is not alone! You hadn't realized she had company, and quickly look over towards the bed. Lying back on the pillows is a beautiful woman. She has long blonde hair, and her body is firm, with smooth tanned skin. Her breasts are smaller than Carrie's generous cleavage, but still a good size, with paler, small nipples. You cannot see her pussy, but her legs seem to go on forever. You recognize this woman; her name is Sara. You have seen her before with Carrie; they seem to work together. Sara smiles and holds out her hand to Carrie, who puts the brush down and walks over to the bed. She pauses near the bed, and the blonde runs one hand up Carrie's smooth leg, before catching her hand and pulling her down on the bed. They laugh, and, now lying next to each other, Carrie runs her hand down Sara's back, and starts gently rubbing her firm ass. Their legs are intertwined, and Sara's slides sinuously up and down against Carrie. They kiss, and instantly your cock is throbbing. You free yourself and groan with pleasure as you watch the two girls, one blonde and one brunette. Carrie lightly nips Sara's bottom lip, and brings her arm around to Sara's breasts. You stroke yourself as you see Carrie's glossy red nails gently rolling Sara's pink nipple between them, then spreading her hand and massaging the whole breast. It fills Carrie's feminine hand, and you can imagine your hand holding that breast instead of Carrie, feel its fullness in your palm and the softness of the skin under your fingers. You start stroking a little faster as you watch Sara's hand dip between Carrie's legs. Carrie responds by spreading her legs, and your pulsating cock jerks as you see Sara's unpainted fingernail sliding down Carrie's lips, parting them to reveal her clit, which Sara begins to touch lightly, rubbing in small circles. Carrie gasps and grabs Sara's breast harder, kneading it and pinching Sara's nipple. Then her hand slips down Sara's body, over her ribs, down between her legs. You cannot see Carrie's finger, but you imagine it is you feeling that slick wetness. Sara's arm moves, and she thrusts her finger inside Carrie's moist pussy. You can see Carrie's lips shining with moisture as Sara works her finger deeper and deeper, in and out. Carrie's hips start moving in rhythm, deepening the thrusts, and on the next push, Sara slips a second finger inside. You spit on your hand and rub the moisture over the swollen head of your dick as Sara raises herself to her knees, between Carrie's legs, making Carrie lie back. Sara works her two fingers in and out, and with the other hand she rubs Carrie's clit. Carrie starts to massage her own breasts, pinching her nipples roughly as Sara's fingering gets harder and harder, until she is slamming her knuckles against the entrance to Carrie's pussy. Carrie is writhing on the bed, lifting her hips to meet each thrust, and suddenly she gasps as she cums. Your cock is aching, and you keep rubbing yourself as Carrie gets up and pulls her vibrator from a drawer. Returning to Sara on the bed, she kisses her deeply, massaging Sara's pert tits at the same time. Reclining, Sara spreads her legs, and at last you get a good view of her pussy. Like Carrie's, it is shaved, and glistens with the result of her arousal. Carrie switches the vibrator on, and lightly runs the tip along the line between her pussy lips, from her clit down to her pussy, where Carrie slowly circles the tip around and returns back up to Sara's clit. She repeats the move, this time slipping inside Sara's cunny slightly before withdrawing. Each time she does it, she pushes the vibrator in a little further, before teasingly pulling the vibrator back out. Sara is unable to keep still, and when the vibrator slips back down to her pussy, she raises her hips, trying to take more each time, but Carrie laughs and pulls the vibrator out again, before continuing with her teasing. You can't take much more of this; your cock feels like its about to explode. Suddenly, with no warning, Carrie rams the vibrator inside Sara, as deep as it will penetrate. You pull yourself furiously as you feel your cum building up, watching that vibrator pushing deep inside Sara's swollen lips again and again. Sara jerks and writhes on the bed, and Carrie kneels between Sara's legs. Supporting herself on one hand, she leans forward and begins to tongue Sara's clit, continuing to use the full length of the vibrator in her pussy. Sara bucks, and grabs onto the edge of the bed as you see her cum. The sight of her juices soaking Carrie's hand, and Carrie lapping it up furiously, makes you cum with the pressure of a freight train roaring through your body. Your legs almost give way as your cum spews from your cock in a fountain. Carrie lies back on the bed next to Sara, and they kiss gently as you wipe yourself off and tuck your now deflating cock away. Carefully you make your way out of the garden, away from the window, and make the short walk home.