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10/04/2017


I woke, I didn’t know if it was the dying notes of a song from the clock radio or… “What’s the time? What’s the time?” I said frantically to myself, unconsciously looking around to see if anyone had heard me talking to myself. With an awkward laugh, I rolled over the big bed and looking at the glowing numbers on the screen. “Noooooo,” I moaned, “I’m going to be late,” I said again. Not looking around this time because, well, I live alone and I swear I’m not crazy. With another moan, I struggled out of the loving embrace of pillows and blankets, then growled in shock as I dragged my barely awake body through a very inconsiderate damp spot on the sheets. With a rather girlish giggle I covered it with the duvet then looked around nervously then sighed again. “You live alone Nancy, your mother isn’t going to find your wet spots anymore… and now I’m talking to myself… about wet spots I caused… alone… you’re losing it Nancy,” I said. Maybe I am crazy? Then in a moment of rebellion I pulled back the covered and revealed the wet spot to… myself. The gasped as I realised it wasn’t alone. Last night had been fun I thought with a wicked grin. Then… fell on my face. Why weren’t my legs working you ask? Because my sleeping shorts, also damp, were wrapped around my ankles. Why do I still wear sleeping shorts? Because I’m a classy lady who doesn’t know who will knock on the door in the middle of the night. It could be… why is Natalie Dormer the first name that pops into my head? I blush and hide a wicked smile from all the eyes in my empty room. Kit Harington, or… my neighbour. I shiver and mysteriously my hand is at my clit. With my shorts off I run to the window and look out, “Please tell me I haven’t missed it… I don’t want to miss it,” I whisper frantically. With a smile, I see them walk into their kitchen, I let out the breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding and prepare myself. Naked? Check. Lube and toys from the bookcase beside the window? Check. Conveniently placed chair so I can watch the show? Check and I’m sitting in it. Confused voyeuristic feelings? Check. Towel on the floor? Check. I watched as the couple started their morning routine. They kissed and she pushed him away with a playful frown. He came back at her and she acquiesced. He pulled her sleeping shirt off and took one of her nipples into his mouth and her head went back as her spine arched. My slightly damp fingers went to one of my nipples and I starting pinching it. Then he lifted her slight frame onto the kitchen counter and dove between her legs. I could tell by her face that she had trained him well. Men usually don’t realise it but oral training is very important and lessons begin the first time you head down there. Her legs twitched once and he started to pull his head out from between her legs but she pushed him back in, “Good girl,” I whispered to myself, and her, “You take what you need.” I don’t think it was my whispered encouragement but this morning she had her man between her legs for longer than usual and I heartily approved. Sometimes you need to take a firm hand with your man to make sure he knows you are the Queen and he is lucky to taste from your glorious, wet centre. I didn’t need lube today, watching this beautiful woman take what she wanted had me wetter than I expected to get. I reached up to the bookcase and found what I wanted, a long, reasonably girthy vibrator. It had cost me more than I wanted to spend but more than made up for its price tag with explosive results. The towel on the floor was down due to those results. I snapped my attention back to the real-life porn in the house next door. He was standing up and she pulled his face to hers, so they could both enjoy her taste. With the thought of her licked her own juice from his face I pushed the vibrator inside, my back arched and I felt it fill me. With a contently wiggle of delight and pleasure I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled her from the counter and turned her around… this was new. They usually stayed in the earlier position and stare at each other as he pushes inside. This time… this was new. She lifted her ass up to meet him and he bent over and gave her a quick slap across the tender flesh of that well-formed ass. She jumped and he kissed up her spine. For the first time, I didn’t know who I wanted to be, him or her. I shook my head, her ass, and that smooth back though, I flicked a knob on my toy and kicked it up to the next speed and rotation setting and the world was lost time me in a haze of pleasure and need. When I came back to myself he was positioning himself at her entrance. She was looking over her shoulder and saying something and he nodded and thrust, in one smooth motion he was, to use a very masculine term, balls deep inside her. Lucky girl, I flicked the knob on my toy again and lost the world just as he was pulling out of her in preparation to thrust again. I could feel the juices dripping down my thighs as I pumped the expensive toy in and out, in and out, trying to match my movements to the furious fucking in the house next door. He was pumping as hard as he could go and she had given up holding herself on her hands to watch over her shoulder and was just gripping the stone bench so she didn’t get thrust over the other side. Then he stops his glorious onslaught and she looked up and said something and all I saw was his smile, she said something else and I was caught up, I didn’t know what they were saying but I could see the lust and desire on her face reach a fever pitch. It was then I realised I was no longer matching my movements to theirs as my toy was still pumping in and out of me and I couldn’t stop my hand even if I wanted to. Then he was off again, this time instead of just thrusting into her, he had gripping the front of her thighs and was pulling her back to meet his thrusts. She was done, her mouth opened to form an “O” and I could see her juices squirting from around his cock as he pushed her to orgasm after orgasm while I watched. I didn’t realise I had squirted till the towel my feet rested on was to wet and I had to change positions. But he was still going, her body was twitching and her breathing was laboured but he kept fucking her like he was compelled to fuck her until she couldn’t cum any more. Then it happened, her eyes snapped open and a lazy smile creased her lips and he pulled out and fell against the bench. She rolled over and leaned back on the bench and slip her hand down her body to her very sated pussy and dipped a finger in and pulled it out covered in more than just lady juice. Her smile grew and her finger went to her mouth and she tasted their combined efforts. That did it for me and I screamed my largest orgasm out and collapsed back on the chair only to notice that the couple had looked right at my window as my orgasmic cry had broken the sleepy morning quiet. I was frozen, then noticed that my window was ajar and theirs was also open. I watched as he shrugged and shakily stood up and kissed his lover then walked into the kitchen. She shrugged as well, then when he was gone, looked right at me and slowly licked another finger covered in their juices and blew me a kiss. In a rare moment of… wild abandon I opened the blinds and waved at her with my very juicy vibrator, allowing her to see me. Her eyes roved over my body in a way that made me very conscious of how naked I was. Then she was gone, cupping a hand between her legs as she ran further into the house, not before she blew me another kiss over my shoulder.

I closed the blinds and ran my other hand over my clit, sending little shocks through my body. It looked like she had told her man that she didn’t know where the noise had come from, but she obviously had seen me. This could get very interesting I thought as I drifting off to sleep, hand at my clit and juices drying on my thighs, very interesting indeed.


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