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Subject: STORY: TWO PLAYER SOLITAIRE (MF voyeurism exhibitionism)
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SOLITAIRE FOR TWO
by Eoghann Irving
eoghann@thenet.co.uk
It was early evening, but already Jane was bored. She picked up the
remote control and flicked through the television channels. There was
nothing on she knew, but perhaps she had missed something.
"Damn." She muttered and threw the hand set across the room. It
struck the wall, bounced back and fell to the floor with a clatter. Jane
got up and began to pace around her room.
How pathetic, she thought to herself. To be stuck inside, on her own,
on a Saturday night. And this was by no means the first time. It was
becoming a regular feature. How long had it been since she had gone out
with friends? It was even longer since she had had a proper date.
So long without fun. So long without sex. There it was creeping into
her mind again. She ran her hand across the swell of her breasts. She
could feel her nipples beginning to harden through the thin cloth of her
bath robe.
She had been feeling horny all day. The bath she had taken earlier,
had been sheer torment. Her refusal to give her body what it craved was
almost masochistic she supposed, but what was the point? It was never
enough. She was always left feeling disappointed somehow. Lonely and
empty.
She shook her head, trying to shake the subject from her mind.
Perhaps a book would distract her, she thought. She walked over to the
bookcase and scanned the shelves for the right sort of book. Something to
lift her out of her depression. Nothing sprang out at her, so she picked a
big fat volume at random and sat down in the big, comfy armchair to read
it.
This was her reading chair because it was positioned next to a small
light on the table. Reading was not the only thing that she had done in
the chair either. Martin had always enjoyed that. Jane wondered if he did
it with that blonde air head.
Irritated by the way her thoughts strayed so easily to sex she bent
her head and concentrated on reading the book. It took only a couple of
pages before she realised that she had made a bad choice. The book was
full of sex. Impossibly beautiful bimbos were stripping, sucking and
fucking rich, handsome, virile men by the dozen. She sighed. One would
do, she thought.
The idea of some young stud ripping off her clothes and thrusting into
her eager body sent a shiver straight through her. She had always
preferred more gentle, loving sex, but after so long with none at all
something more direct was called for.
The scene ran on in her mind and instinctively her left hand slipped
in underneath her bath robe to cup her right breast. She relaxed back into
the chair her legs slipping slightly apart.
She felt a familiar tingle spreading through her body as it woke to
her touch. In her mind she could see the lean, muscled form of her lover
bending over her as she lay there legs apart, waiting for him.
Fat chance, she thought as her hand continued to toy with an erect
nipple, teasing electric sensations from it. She could not even get the
men who worked in the same office as her interested and they were all
balding and fat. Getting Martin in the first place had been a miracle, and
that hand not lasted. Still there was always her imagination.
She supposed that she should close the curtains, but her flat was high
up and there were no lights on in the apartments opposite. Besides getting
up would break the mood. If she wasn't going to have any real sex she was
damn well going to make the best of the substitute.
* * *
Rick sat in his bedroom in the dark. He was looking out the window
through a pair of binoculars. As he watched with growing excitement the
woman in the flat across from his let the book she had been reading fall to
the floor and turned her attention fully to her body.
He had noticed the woman several days ago, almost as soon as he had
moved in in fact. She never seemed to bother shutting the curtains in her
living room and he found himself spending more and more time watching her
as she wandered about. She never seemed to go out at nights, and that, if
nothing else, was something he had in common with this woman.
One day he found himself buying a pair of binoculars so that he could
get a better look at her. Part of him felt that this was an outrageous
invasion of her privacy. Part of him thought that if he got caught he
would be in big trouble. Despite this he found himself watching her
through the binoculars that night.
The woman was not, if one was going to be honest, beautiful. Her
figure was too solid and her face too strong for that. But there was
something about her that made him catch his breath. Watching her walk
about in her thin bath robe, a not uncommon sight, gave him an instant, and
lasting, hard on.
He had been trying to gather up the courage to introduce himself for
days now, but somehow had never quite managed it. After all, what would
she see? A skinny, slightly balding man. Not very impressive. She would
probably laugh.
Rick had been watching the woman for some time this evening as she
wandered around the room, seemingly looking for something to do. Her
bathrobe was thin and showed off her full figure admirably. Rick felt a
tingling in his groin as he watched her buttocks flow against the thin
white cloth as she walked. When she stopped in front of the book case her
body was silhouetted against the robe. The effect was almost pornographic.
How he would love to run his hands up her legs and cup her buttocks,
pulling her against himself.
After a few minutes of reading a book Rick had seen her slip her hand
inside her robe. He had blinked in astonishment and looked again, finding
it hard to believe what he had just seen. Her hand was indeed inside her
robe and she appeared to be fondling her breasts. His fantasies were
coming true it seemed.
She was lying back in the chair now and her legs had spread apart
slightly, the robe parting to reveal her creamy white thighs. He could see
himself licking slowly up her inner thighs moving slowly inwards towards
her pussy. What did she look like there he wondered? Maybe he would find
out.
As he watched, the woman's right hand began to stroke those thighs.
Rick's prick was pushing against the confinement of his trousers now as his
excitement built. Swapping his binoculars over to his other hand, he
reached down and undid his zip. The relief was immense. He reached in and
pulled out his throbbing cock. His eyes glued all the time to the woman's
body.
* * *
Jane closed her eyes and savoured the sensations building in her body.
The fingers of her left hand toyed with her erect nipples as her other
hand inched slowly up her thighs. She imagined her stud's hands working
their way gently in towards her moistening sex. Her hand slipped under the
bottom of her robe and crept up to the top of her inner thighs. She ran a
finger lightly along her sex lips and shivered at the pleasure it aroused.
Her lover lowered his head between her thighs and licked her once up, once
down. She could see his erection hard and ready for her.
Jane rolled the stiff buds of her nipples between thumb and
forefinger, squeezing them slightly. She could feel the wetness beginning
to ooze out of her sex now. She slipped her index finger between her lips
and savoured the sensation of having something, anything inside her.
But it was not enough. She needed something more for her fantasy to
work. She wanted her stud's tool to thrust inside her, to fill her up.
Ignoring her body's cries she rose and ran to the bedroom.
* * *
Rick's hand moved slowly up and down his throbbing cock as he watched
the woman reach up underneath her robe. Although he could not see what she
was doing he could imagine.
She relaxed further back into her chair and the robe fell further
apart. Unfortunately, tied as it was at the waist, it concealed all that
he most wanted to see. Despite this frustration Rick had never been more
aroused. He was desperate to see this woman naked. To watch her fondling
her breasts. To suck and lick her nipples. And her cunt. Was she hairy
he wondered? Or did she shave? Would he be able to see her pussy lips?
Suddenly the woman stood up. He watched her swaying backside as she
left the room. She was moving swiftly, no doubt desperate to finish what
she had started. She was probably in the bedroom now. Lying naked on the
bed, her hands working furiously on her hot wet cunt.
The image he had conjured up only increased Rick's desire. His hand
was moving more quickly now, sliding his foreskin backwards and forwards
over the shiny purple tip of his cock. He wondered briefly what it would
be like to be licked and sucked by her mouth.
Movement from the woman's flat caught his eye and he looked up.
Amazingly, she was back. She was holding something in her hand he noticed,
but he was more interested in studying the rest of her body.
On entering the room she had switched off the ceiling light. The room
was now lit only by a small lamp on the table next to her armchair. The
woman walked over to the chair and stood in front of it for a moment with
her back to the window. She undid the belt of the robe with an economical
action and shrugged the robe off. It fell to the floor.
For the first time Rick saw the woman naked. He gazed in awe at the
swell of her buttocks. He pictured himself sending spurts of cum onto
those fleshy mounds and then rubbing it slowly into her skin.
The idea was almost too much for him. He felt his balls begin to
tighten, but with and effort he released his cock for a moment, letting the
pressure fall until he was in control again. He was sure that there was
more to come in this show.
* * *
Jane turned and settled herself into the chair spreading her legs wide
apart. She ran a finger over her sex lips, luxuriating in the dampness she
found there. Slowly she eased her finger inside. She heard a low moan
escape from her lips two more fingers entered her. The feelings were so
good, so strong. Her sex was eager for more though. Something with more
substance. She flicked her clit gently with her thumb, and thrilled at the
spasm which passed through her body.
She thrust her fingers deeper, letting her muscles work themselves
against her hand. Then, slowly, she pulled them out again until only the
tips remained inside. She repeated this action, but this time rubbing her
clit with her thumb. She could feel an orgasm building steadily in her
stomach. In her mind, her stud was preparing to replace his hands and
tongue with his cock.
A sudden flash of light from one of the flats opposite hers caught her
eye. Shocked, she realised that there might be someone there. Someone
watching her. Quickly she switched out the table light and the room
plunged into darkness.
She sat completely still, one hand covering her mound protectively,
the other arm across her breasts. She was hardly even breathing. What if
whoever it was had seen her? Whose flat was that anyway? Slowly her eyes
adjusted to the dark and she peered out the window hoping to catch a
glimpse of whoever was there.
Suddenly, there was another flash of light. Jane stared hard in the
direction that it had come from. It seemed as though she could make out a
pale figure in the darkness. There definitely was someone there. Had they
seen her? What had caused the flashes? Why was this person they sitting in
the dark?
The answers leapt at her in a flash. There was someone sitting in
that flat watching her through binoculars. He had seen everything that she
had done. He had seen all of her, literally. To her surprise, she felt
her face begin to burn in embarrassment.
Strangely she was not angry. She knew that she should be, yet. She
had left the curtains open after all. Had she wanted someone to see, to
watch she wondered? Her sex was hot and damp against her hand and her stiff
nipples pressed into the skin of her arm.
She thought about a man, it must be a man, watching her and wanking.
Wanking over her body. Her breasts. A thrill ran through her body and
straight down between her legs. She pushed her palm hard against her mound
as she worked out whose flat it was.
Suddenly she remembered. It was that man. He had moved in only a
couple of weeks ago. She had seen him a few times from a distance and once
close up. She tried to remember what he looked like. He had been quite
tall and his eyes. There had been something about his eyes. He had stared
at her for a moment and she had felt her knees weaken.
She should have gone up to him and said hello then, but she had not
been brave enough. She had been sure that he would not be interested in
her. She knew what she looked like. She was too fat and her strong jaw
made her face harsh.
Yet he was watching her. A second thrill ran through her. Watching
and wanking, she thought. The idea made her sex throb. She reached over a
switched the light back on.
* * *
Rick watched in amazement as the light came on again in the woman's
flat. She must have seen him he thought. Why else would she turn the
light out? She had seen him and she did not care. That was the only
explanation. He was no longer spying on her, he was taking part with her.
His hand encircled his prick again as he watched her perform for him.
When he she placed the large dildo against her pussy lips, Rick's
imagination went into overdrive. It was his prick rubbing against her damp
cunt. His cock easing slowly into her.
Rick could feel himself deep inside the woman's cunt. His prick was
surrounded by her hot gripping muscles. He pulled back slowly until only
his tip was inside her slit. He groaned in agony as he left her, desperate
to be buried deep in her flesh again. He could resist no longer. With a
grunt he thrust hard towards her.
* * *
Jane stared out the window straight at her watcher. She reached down
with her left hand and gently pulled the lips of her sex apart. She knew
that he could see all of her now. That he could see right up her wet
channel. She shaved her sex now. Martin had liked it smooth like that.
Jane imagined her watcher's manhood growing bigger as he stared at her
open sex. She picked up the dildo she had brought from the bedroom and
rested the tip against her sex lips, rubbing gently imagining that it was
her watcher's hard column nestling at her entrance. He entered her slowly,
pushing steadily deeper until he was completely inside her. Jane moaned.
It felt so good to be full.
With a scream she thrust herself against his hard organ, embedding
herself on it. They quickly established a rhythm powering his throbbing
column into her tight channel again and again. Her first orgasm rippled
slowly though her body and her head thrashed from side to side as he
continued to pump into her. Already she could feel a second building.
* * *
Rick felt as though he was going to burst. He could feel the sperm
boiling up inside his balls and the need for release was too strong. He
thrust himself deep into her cunt one last time as spunk gushed from his
prick.
It was several minutes before he returned to his senses. Quickly he
looked across at the other flat. The woman was lying slumped in her chair,
her legs splayed wide, a large dildo embedded in her cunt. As he watched
she sat up slightly and blew a kiss in his direction. Suddenly the light
went out again.
* * *
Jane lay awake most of the night in a state of panic and arousal. Her
display earlier had given her the best orgasm she had had in ages, But
where did she stand now? Should she introduce herself to him? Was he
interested or just making the most of a free show? She thought back over
what had happened. As she did so she became aware of a growing warmth
inside her sex. She reached down with her hand.
* * *
Rick was woken early the next morning by his doorbell. Only half
awake he stumbled towards the door and opened it, not considering that he
was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. To his astonishment it was the
woman from the flat opposite. She was wearing a long brown coat that
covered her shapely body completely.
"Hello." She said quietly, avoiding his eyes.
Rick stared at her for a moment and she ducked her head even lower.
Was she blushing?
"Come in." He said, hoping to ease her embarrassment. She stepped
inside quickly and he shut the door.
"My name's Jane." She said. She was still not looking at him. She
was obviously shy. He was amazed that she had made it this far. But then
last night's display was obviously an unusual occurrence
"Rick." He said reaching out his hand. She took it and looked up.
Their eyes locked. He could feel his prick rising in his shorts. Just the
touch of her hand was making him horny. That and images of last night.
Jane's eyes dropped again. This time, however, they were not fixed on
the floor, but on the prominent bulge in his shorts. Now it was his turn
to blush. She smiled encouragingly at him. He relaxed a bit. Obviously
she did not regret what had happened.
"Do you mind if I take off my coat?" She asked. He shook his head,
puzzled by the question.
With the same economical movement she had used the night before, Jane
undid the belt of her coat and shrugged it off. The coat fell to the
ground revealing a thin white bath robe. Rick's cock began to throb.
"I thought you might like a closer look." Jane said, a note of
uncertainty creeping into her voice. Rick's eyes ran slowly up her body.
He wanted to do more than look.
"The bedroom is this way." He said with a smile.
THE END.
Other stories by this Author:
Losing Control
Bird Watching (currently being written)
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Have fun,
Eoghann
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