He saw her at the bar; nude high heels, long luscious legs, short
skirt and a blouse that revealed her midriff every time she
raised her glass to her lips. Her breasts pushing out the flimsy
fabric of her top caused his heart to flutter. She turned her
head, her dazzling, emerald green eyes looked towards him and he
looked away reflexively.
Cursing his shyness, he looked back, but her attention had
returned to her friends and her high, musical laugh carried
across the hubbub like morning bird song.

"Seen something you like there Paul?" Gerry, Paul's workmate,
slapped him on the back as the others laughed. Paul laughed
nervously.

At 35, he had been in a few relationships, none of them serious,
with the last one failing miserably and robbing him of his
confidence. As a result, he was awkward socially, especially when
it came to women. He found it hard to string a sentence together
when confronted by a member of the opposite sex.

Paul fantasised about approaching this woman, chatting to her and
taking her home. Daydreaming whilst his colleagues laughed and
made fun of him. He was regretting coming out tonight; he hadn't
felt up to it, especially now, as Gerry left the group and ambled
towards the bar.

He couldn't deny that Gerry was certainly better looking than
him. Gerry was tall and slim, with a kind of Nordic look about
him, finished off with his short, dark blonde hair. Paul, on the
other hand, looked like Tom Cruise, but only in height. His looks
were, what could only be described politely as conventional.
Although he wasn't ugly, he felt like the women he approached
were recoiling; it wasn't even like he was aiming high.

Gerry reached the bar, ordered a drink, then casually turned and
started talking to the object of Paul's desire, casually nodding
his head at Paul. She turned her head in Paul's direction, her
auburn hair cascading over her shoulder in slow motion, like she
was filming a shampoo commercial, as she raised her hand and
waved at him.

Paul was rooted to the spot; unsure of whether to go over and say
hi, until Gerry leaned in and kissed her. She placed her drink on
the bar and kissed him back as Paul's heart sank. Another kick in
the guts for him, and another score, with extra bragging rights
for Gerry. There were a ton of "if onlys" but he could only blame
himself for not taking the initiative there and then. Gerry's
hand snaked down the girl's back and rested on a firm, round
buttock, and squeezed gently. Paul sighed and looked away.

Feeling downhearted, Paul finished his drink and went to the
men's room.
Returning to his colleagues, he picked up his coat, made his
excuses and looked around the room for Gerry. Both he and the
girl had left, "Bloody typical!" He thought, Gerry was supposed
to be the designated driver tonight, but, as per usual, chasing
tail was his main priority.

Paul left the bar and walked in the direction of his home, alone;
the rest of his colleagues far too inebriated to walk in a
straight line, let alone drive: Paul, on the other hand, was
feeling just mildly tipsy, the fresh air was sobering and, with
the walk home and a fantasy of him meeting the girl at bar and
actually talking to her, running through his head; mildly
aroused.

Just fifteen minutes into his walk home, he was sure he'd spotted
Gerry's car in a side street. He paused and walked up towards it,
taking a few moments to process what he could remember of Gerry's
car, when the sound of a woman's laughter drifted to him from an
opened window. He recognised the laugh from the bar and he turned
towards it.

The laugh came from a ground floor window. Paul moved towards the
sound, into the shadows between two large Victorian houses, which
were separated by a low hedge. The curtains were drawn, but a
sliver of light radiated from a slight gap. Paul peered through
the window; squinting as his eyes adjusted from the gloom to the
brightly lit scene within.

Gerry was confidently kissing the woman, pushing her blouse from
her shoulder and breathing gently on her neck. His hands working
on the buttons and caressing her breasts. She giggled as her
hands unclasped his belt and unzipped his fly; one reaching in to
feel his hardness as she pushed his waistband over his bum.

He grasped her buttocks and pulled her towards him, her legs
instinctively wrapping around his waist and her skirt riding up
to reveal her pantyless behind as he walked towards the bed and
lay her on her back. She threw her arms back as he kissed the
bare flesh of her belly and moved downwards.

Her back arched as he kissed her labia; his tongue darting
between her folds as she ran her hands through his hair, grabbing
handfuls as his fingers parted her and penetrated her wetness,
seeking his prize as she writhed on the bed.

A sharp intake of breath revealed that he'd found what he was
looking for as he curled his finger upwards, massaging her g-spot
as he flicked his tongue across her clit, making her cry out,
raising her hips and pushing her pussy into his face as the first
orgasm of the night took her.

She came down panting, pulled him by his hair towards her face
and kissed him deeply. Her other hand found his cock and traced
it's length through his boxers.
Paul, still in the shadows, felt his own cock pushing against
it's restraints. He unzipped his fly and unleashed it's prisoner.
He continued to watch, stroking his cock, oblivious to his
surroundings.

Gerry continued his seduction, unaware of his audience, but
giving a stage worthy performance nonetheless as he suckled on
the woman's breasts. She purred, delighting in his tongue
flicking her sensitive, hard nipples while his hand massaged her
moist pussy. She took hold of his hand, forcing his middle finger
inside of her with her own. His hand trapped, Gerry's finger
explored her, gently pressing against her clit, her knees raising
to her chest as another orgasm washed over her and took hold.

As she cried out, Paul stifled a sneeze and was rewarded from
behind by a quiet "Bless you."

Startled, he turned quickly, stuffing his cock in his trousers as
he did.

"Don't put it away on my account." The stranger said quietly.

Shocked, Paul zipped his fly and turned to leave.

"Show's not over yet." The man said. "Sarah won't be happy until
she's had her fill. You may as well stay for the fireworks. I am.
I'm Darren by the way. I'd offer you my hand but..." Darren
nodded downwards. Paul looked towards where Darren had gestured
and immediately got the point.

Paul was wondering whether to leave when Sarah cried out again.
Gerry was on his back, Sarah's pussy grinding into his face as
she alternated between sucking Gerry's cock and screaming as she
came. The curtains opened slightly as Darren quietly guided a
stick through the opened window and pushed them apart. There was
now enough of a view for them both to enjoy it, but not enough
light from the window to illuminate the gloom in which they hid.

Feeling too embarrassed, but still too aroused to walk away, Paul
stroked his cock through his trousers. The waistband of his
boxers was uncomfortable against the swollen head of his erect
penis, but the sensations weren't entirely unpleasant. He tried
not to notice Darren, who was quietly but excitedly wanking
himself.

Paul's attention returned to the room where Sarah was slowly
impaling herself on Gerry's cock. Gerry, on his back, reached up
to caress her pert breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples as she
rocked herself to another screaming orgasm. Gerry's face
contorted as her pussy spasmed around his hardness, she pulled
forward, letting him slip out as he spurted his load over her
buttocks and back, pressing her breasts into his chest and
kissing him passionately while his pulsing cock subsided.

The excitement had got too much for Darren as he grunted through
his own climax, his seed splashing uselessly onto the lawn. Sarah
meanwhile, was sucking and licking Gerry's limp penis back to
hardness again. Her head rising and falling as her tongue
caressed his shaft, savouring the taste of his sperm and her
juices, taking his length into her mouth while Gerry laid back,
enjoying her ministrations.

Paul leaned towards the window as Darren stepped backwards and
tripped over his own trousers. He landed on his bum with a loud
"Oof!" Gerry instinctively looked towards the window as Sarah
stopped sucking and Paul dropped from the window, pressing his
back to the wall and hugging his legs.

"Who's there?" Gerry shouted. He got up off the bed and walked,
naked, towards the window.

Sarah licked her lips then wiped her mouth with the back of her
hand, "It's probably just a raccoon." She said.

"Raccoons don't go 'Oof'!" Gerry replied as he spied the white
soles of a pair of training shoes disappearing over the hedge.
Darren had quickly pulled up his trousers and dived nimbly over
the bush. He lay flat on the ground as Sarah tried to placate
Gerry and coax him back to the bed for some more play time, to
which he succumbed willingly.

Darren's head appeared over the top of the hedge as Gerry's moans
increased. Paul turned around and raised his head to the window,
Sarah was back on top, her luscious mouth working on Gerry's cock
while he licked and sucked on her moist pussy. Darren snuck next
to Paul by the window, "Sorry about that." He whispered, "He
nearly caught us there. D'ya think he bought the raccoon story?"

Paul didn't know what to think, until Sarah started panting; she
raised her head from Gerry's cock as her orgasm built, then
before she came in a cacophony of lustful moans, she looked
towards the window and winked. "That's my girl." Darren whispered
next to him, his voice tinged with pride as Sarah rocked herself
on Gerry's exploring tongue, covering his face in her juices.

She climbed off Gerry, beads of sweat ran down her back as she
opened her bedside drawer. She pulled out five silky scarves then
sat back astride Gerry's waist, rocking slowly, teasing the tip
of his penis with her slick, puffy lips. He reached up to touch
her breasts, trying to position her to a point where he could
penetrate her again when she slipped a scarf around his right
wrist and knotted it deftly. He reached up with his left arm and
she did the same.

She took hold of his wrists and leant forward, her breasts
pushing into his face, he suckled on her nipples as she tied the
scarves to the headboard. His arms secure, she sat up and turned
around, hovering her sweet pussy over his painfully erect cock.
She let the head slip in, then slowly sank his length into her
depths. Holding onto his ankles, she gyrated her pelvis, causing
him to groan, not noticing that his ankles had been bound until
she raised herself from his member and tied the scarves to the
end of the bed.

She dismounted, leaving him pointing towards the ceiling, his
balls aching, frustrated. As he started to protest, she tied the
fifth scarf across his mouth, muffling his complaints, then she
climbed off the bed and walked towards the bedroom door as Gerry
struggled against his bonds.

Paul realising that he was alone, had his nose pressed to the
window as Darren walked into the room and was instantly embraced
by the naked Sarah. Gerry's muffled cries of anger were replaced
by mewls of disgust as Darren lifted Sarah onto the bed, with her
back against Gerry's side, he entered her sloppy pussy and fucked
her, hard.

Darren pulled out Sarah gasped and he turned her around, she
grabbed hold of Gerry's cock as Darren took her roughly from
behind. All three came together, Gerry's ejaculate covering
Sarah's hair as she rested her head on his stomach, panting from
her exertions, Darren's cum dripped from her battered pussy and
down her inner thighs as his softening cock slipped from her.

Paul was breathing hard, his breath fogged the window in front of
him, his hands gripping the sill as the erotic scene unfolded in
front of him. He'd forgotten that he wasn't supposed to be there,
that he was just a spectator in a twisted little play that wasn't
really for his eyes, but he was mesmerised; rooted to the spot as
Darren and Sarah's game played out, with Gerry still helpless on
the bed.

Sarah kissed Darren tenderly, then dashed towards the window and
threw open the curtains. Paul stumbled backwards and sprawled
onto the grass, Sarah giggled, her breasts bouncing gently in the
dim light. "Come inside and clean yourself up." She beckoned as
Paul slowly got to his feet.

She met him at the front door wearing a sheer silk robe, her hair
matted with Gerry's cum. Leading him into the bedroom he could
see Gerry still tied to the bed, too exhausted to test his
restraints. Darren was still naked from the waist down, searching
in a cupboard. Sarah handed Paul a damp towel which he used to
wipe the stains on his trouser leg. She sat on the edge of the
bed and absently patted Gerry's leg, he was on the edge of sleep,
his eyelids heavy.

Paul produced a brown bottle from the cupboard and looked towards
Gerry, "Don't think we'll be needing this then." He said as soft
snores emanated from the bed.

"I think we better had." Sarah replied, "Just in case."

She turned to Paul as Darren picked up one of Gerry's socks,
poured some of the liquid from the bottle on to it, then covered
Gerry's mouth and nose. "Don't worry." She said, "It's only
ether. It usually knocks them out long enough for Darren to drive
them to a park and sit them on a bench by the pond. If we're
feeling especially naughty, we'll sit across the pond and watch
them wake up." She giggled, Paul was overwhelmed with visions of
some poor bloke that she'd taken home, waking up disorientated,
unsure as to how they'd ended up there while they revelled in his
confusion.

"I love to watch her seducing men like your mate here." Darren
explained.

"And I love being watched while I fuck them." Sarah continued.
"It's even better when I know there's someone else out there too!
You need to be a bit quieter with those curtains darling."

"Sorry love." Darren apologised. "Wasn't expecting company." He
nodded towards Paul who was still trying to take this all in.
Gerry snored loudly.

"Anyway," She said, "I hope you enjoyed it? Could you give Darren
a lift with this one?"

They untied Gerry, carried him out to his car and laid him on the
back seat. Paul had sobered up enough to drive, but he got in the
passenger seat while Darren took the wheel and drove towards the
park.

"It is funny though." Darren said, "When we're out together, I
notice these men looking at her, the guys we've done this to
before, they've got this puzzled look in their eyes; like they're
not sure if they know her, or what she's done with them. There's
been a few that've approached her, but she denies everything and
they walk away even more confused. She'll never do the same man
twice."

"Are you worried that she'll do it without you watching?" Paul
asked.

"Not at all! She says she feels safe with me watching. If it goes
bad, if someone gets too rough, then I'm on hand with the bat in
the umbrella stand. Only needed it once; fella cried like a baby
and I didn't even touch him!"

They drove the rest of the way with the silence punctuated by
Gerry's snores.

At the park they left the car in the parking lot and carried
Gerry to a nearby bench facing the duck pond. They left him lying
on his side and went back to the car; Sarah pulled up in her car
and offered to take Paul home, he declined, saying that he needed
to clear his head and the walk would do him good. They offered
him an open invitation for a seat by the window, if he ever felt
the urge to watch Sarah in action again. He said he would; the
sight of her in the midst of a full blown orgasm was just too
sensational to miss, "And," he thought, "I might even get a
chance to join in!"