This story is a little embarrassing for me to tell, because some of the things that Carmen and I did could easily be considered perverted. I don't embarrass easily, and I like most things to do with sex, but even I blush a little when I think about what I did to my boyfriend without his consent.
It started about three months ago when Carmen and Peter Mallory moved into the apartment next to mine. Although I have a great boyfriend, I enjoy the freedom of living alone. Jeff (my boyfriend) lives about thirty minutes away, but stays over two or three nights during the week, and almost always on Friday and Saturday nights.
It was one of those lazy Saturdays in central Oregon; overcast and rainy. Jeff and I had stayed in bed late, making love in a slow and feel-good way until late morning. When at last we did get up, we lazed around the place and ate breakfast on my covered balcony.
We were just finishing up when a big van pulled into our long driveway. My apartment is in a big old mansion that has been converted into six units. I knew the apartment behind mine was empty, and that new tenants were expected to move in soon, but I knew nothing about them. So, being the snoop that I am, I made Jeff stay out on the balcony with me while we waited for a glimpse of them. I think we were both interested in what they would be like, but all we saw at first was the top of this 24-foot van.
Then a couple got out of the truck and pulled the rear roll-up door open. My first impression of them was one of surprise. The woman was wearing short cutoffs; and I mean SHORT cutoffs. She must have cut the pockets out of them, because you'd have been able to see the white material hanging out if there had been any. It looked kind of slutty, and that interested me. I looked over at Jeff and could see that he was interested now too.
I also had my first sight of the husband. He was worth looking at - one of those hard-bodied guys with smooth, hairless skin, and a light tan that looked like it probably covered his whole body - if you know what I mean.
They looked to be in their mid-thirties, and were obviously athletic. I began to hope that I might soon have a couple of new running partners; both of them looked as if they could be runners.
I like to run about ten miles every evening at dusk, but Jeff is always reading me the riot act about "women running alone on a deserted road at night". It would be great if I could get my new neighbors to go with me, I thought. It's more fun to run with someone, and though they were probably fifteen years older than me, I didn't think either one of them would have any trouble keeping up.
With that thought in the back of my mind, I suggested we get dressed and help our new neighbors move in. We threw on our Levis, both of us coincidentally grabbing one of Jeff's company's black T-shirts which say "Structural Engineers Keep It Up Longer", and went down to introduce ourselves.
We made our way noisily down the spiral stairs, two steps at a time, which is how we normally descend from my crows- nest apartment. As we hit the bottom of the staircase we almost fell into the lady as she came through the door.
She looked surprised at first, but after introductions and our offer to help she soon recovered, pulling us outside by our arms to meet her husband.
"Peter! Look what we have here! Free labor, and they dress alike too!"
We got to know each other pretty well after that. Both Carmen and Peter are runners, just as I'd thought they might be, and I found myself with company on my evening jogs. Carmen and I ran every evening, and Peter joined us whenever he was home. He works in the forestry industry as an inspector, and has to spend at least one night, and sometimes two or three nights, a week, out on the road, depending on the time of year.
Carmen and I quickly became close friends, the age difference making no difference to either of us. She confided in me as if I was her sister, and I found myself doing the same.
She wasn't shy about life issues either. She and Peter had moved into the apartment just behind mine, and our bedrooms abutted each other's. The lady who was there before them had been as quiet as a church mouse, but I found I could hear every sound Carmen and Peter made. (The previous tenant must have had some interesting nights listening to Jeff and me going at it in my bedroom.)
Carmen didn't have to work, but seemed very interested in my job. Doing research for a marketing company on the Internet is unusual as a full-time job, I know, but I couldn't understand why Carmen was so interested in the details.
Then, one evening after we'd just finished our run, she explained. "I hope this doesn't shock you, Kristen, but Peter and I used to belong to a swingers' club in Portland."
We were doing our stretching/cooling-off exercises outside in the yard at the time, and my interest was piqued. I'd never before met anyone into that sort of thing.
Carmen didn't wait for me to say anything, but forged ahead, a slight quiver in her voice. "You see, the reason we moved into the hinterlands of Oregon is that Peter had become jealous of my relationships with other men. He was doing the same with other women, but couldn't take me doing it."
I couldn't believe it. I stood in a half-crouch in mid-stretch, staring at this attractive woman and imagin- ing her having sex with half the male population of Portland. My mouth may have been open - I can't remember.
True to form, she didn't let the silence draw out, and quickly came to the point. "The reason I'm telling you my little secret, Kristen, is that you said you did Internet work. Well, I don't have a computer, and was wondering if I might use yours to e-mail some old flames, and maybe download a few pictures."
This I could understand. When I first started on the Internet, it hadn't taken me long to start trading smut with other smut-worshippers. I got over that picture phase, but I still dabble in erotic texts, and keep in touch with a newsgroup or two.
I smiled knowingly. "Sure, Carmen, any time you like. My schedule is super-flexible and you can use my computer whenever the urge strikes."
She laughed at the smirk on my face and explained: "It's just that after all the sexual activity I've been used to, I need something extra to keep up the intensity. Peter is a great lover, but I still find that I need some external stimulation to keep the spice in our sex."
"No problem, and I know exactly what you mean. I do a little erotic story-writing myself, and Jeff and I read sexy stories to each other from time to time."
I felt that I did know what she meant, but time would show that I was a real innocent compared to Carmen.
She took me up on my offer immediately, dragging me up to my bedroom office and getting me to log on. Once I'd logged on to the Internet for her, I told her to be sure to shut everything down when she finished, and that I'd be in the kitchen, cleaning up, if she needed anything.
She surprised me again by begging me to stay and meet her on-line friends. "I don't want to get into trouble with Peter, and I figure that if you're here with me, it'll seem more like us girls messing around than me surfing the swingers' network."
I tried to make an excuse, but Carmen continued pleading with me to stay, and since I was curious anyway, I let her talk me into staying.
In short order she was book-marking sites I'd never heard of before, real-time chat rooms and newsgroups. She seemed to be well known in the chat rooms, and had her own Hotmail account called [email protected]
I was amazed at the number of people she managed to contact in such a short time. And the kind of things she said really opened my eyes! I guess Carmen hadn't exaggerated when she said that she and Peter had been swingers. In one chat room at least four guys told her how much they'd missed her, and praised her attributes to the skies.
Well, after two hours of this I was simmering. I'd never known anyone in real life having had sex with so many people, and I couldn't help wondering how she could still look so good, when she must have abused her body with that kind of life style.
Later that evening, I bombarded Carmen with questions about the swinging sub-culture, and she seemed to enjoy answering even the most intimate ones. Apparently, both she and Peter kept tallies on how many people they had sex with. Carmen shocked me when she said that she'd had 312 partners over the past five years, not all of them men.
From that night we shared a new, secret life, one that we kept from both Peter and Jeff. I couldn't tell Jeff because he and Peter were becoming buddies; Jeff might let something slip, and I didn't want to get Carmen into trouble with her husband.
Things went on like this for a month or so. Carmen would come over to my place in the evening when Jeff wasn't there, and we'd submerge ourselves in this perverted world of swinging, cheating, sexual contact with people who were actually doing it. Then, about two weeks ago, after a particularly steamy evening of Internet surfing and chat, it happened.
Carmen logged off and turned to me, putting her hands on my knees and looking searchingly into my eyes. I almost jumped out of my chair. I'd just changed into my running gear, and was wearing a tank top and running shorts. And having her hand on my bare knee really made me feel funny.
I'd been turned on all night because Carmen had been having some really imaginative cybersex with "Prince", one of her favorites; so my nerves were already on end. I needed to run in order to wear off some of the sexual tension that had built up in me.
Gently massaging my thigh, Carmen said: "You know, I'd love to see you and Jeff make love to each other."
You could have heard a pin drop in the room as I sat there, looking back into her smiling eyes. I was instantly aroused. Up to that point, my sexual excitement had been unfocused; I had been a spectator only. Now, with this experienced older woman rubbing my leg and staring into my eyes, I knew something exciting was about to happen.
I found it difficult to breathe, and all I was able to say was: "Jeff wouldn't go for that; and what about Peter?"
"They don't have to know anything about it. I'm thinking about shared voyeurism. You can watch Peter and me as much as you want. You can even invite Jeff to watch if you think he'd like it."
I was still a little stunned. "But...I don't know, Carmen; that's a little over the top, don't you think? I mean, if we went down that road, mightn't we mess up a good friend- ship?" She looked at me seriously.
"Kristen, I would never jeopardize our friendship, honest. It's just that I've been fantasizing about you and Jeff for months now. After being with you so many evenings, cruising the swingers' pages and, well, - to you guys through the wall, I thought maybe we knew each other well enough for me to suggest something I know would be fun - that's all."
The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. If we could arrange it in such a way as not to be caught, it would be a maximum rush. I wasn't at all bashful about having sex with Jeff, and the thought of this attractive woman watching me enjoy him turned me on like a current of electricity. Besides, she'd just be watching.
I smiled and said: "So, how could we watch each other without the guys catching us?"
"Simple, sweetheart, a peephole," she said.
I was confused now. "Huh? I thought we'd have to hide in the wardrobe or something."
"We'll have a strategically-placed peephole in our joint bedroom wall; that way neither of us will know if we're being watched. It'll pep up the sex with our men every time."
She smiled radiantly. I was so horny by this time that I agreed with Carmen just so that she'd go home; I needed to relieve my sexual tension, and wasn't ready for anyone to watch me do it.
She understood and smiled, taking my hand and pulling me gently over to my bed. I guessed what she had in mind, but didn't know how to react. I wanted Carmen to leave, but I was also excited by the unknown. What would she do? I felt my heart pounding, almost painfully, in my throat. I sat down on the bed and Carmen knelt down in front of me.
Almost whispering, she said: "You're going to like this; trust me, Kristen."
I looked down at my lap and saw a small wet spot on the front of my shorts. My body felt unbelievably hot; nothing like this had ever happened to me before!
She pulled open the snap on the waistband of my clinging shorts, and I watched numbly while the zipper was pulled down. She began to tug at the waistband, trying to remove the shorts.
I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing underwear, and flushed with embarrassment at the thought of Carmen's likely reaction. Then the foolishness of that thought hit me full force! I was being stripped by another woman, and worrying that she might find me improperly dressed!
I giggled a little hysterically at the absurdity of the idea.
In no time at all Carmen, with a little help from me, had removed my shorts, leaving me naked from the waist down and still giggling (though sobbing might be the more appropriate word). I was so nervous I didn't know whether I was coming or going.
Carmen pushed me backwards onto the bed, and directed my right hand between my legs, whispering in my ear: "Honey, I want to see you come! Bring yourself off for Carmen. Come for me, baby!"
She put her hand over mine and began rubbing slowly up and down my pussy. I was embarrassed at first, but amazing feelings were going through my body. I forgot all about modesty and began masturbating, right in front of Carmen - and it felt good!
She lay down beside me with her face only inches away from my cunt.
Meanwhile I kept up a good rhythm, rubbing my palm back and forth over my swollen clit, and soon felt a gigantic orgasm begin to rise within my body.
Carmen moaned, and I felt her chin pressing against my hip bone. I began to thrust my fingers into my vagina as deep as I could force them. I was on fire.
"GOD! OH Goooooooodd!!" The air rushed out of my lungs as my orgasm exploded inside me, leaving me shivering and shaking in ecstasy. I imagined myself as Carmen, watching me come a few inches from her face. My body was writhing around as a result of my own handwork, and now her hands joined in.
As I came in long, sobbing shivers, I felt both of Carmen's hands roaming over and between my parted thighs, and her lips kissing me high on my inner thigh. The electric sen- sations lasted longer than in any previous orgasm of mine.
Eventually the spasms slowed down, and I was about to relax when Carmen moved in between my legs, forcing them even wider, and began to run her tongue over and around my throbbing clit.
I couldn't take it. It was all too intense for me, and I started to scream: "NO, Carmen! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE KILLING ME... GOD, YES!"
I had completely lost control of my reactions. That had never happened to me before; even in my most powerful orgasms I'd maintained some element of control. This time, though, Carmen had played me like a musical instrument, and my body was so sexually overloaded that I came close to blacking out.
Eventually, either she thought I'd had enough or was afraid that the noise I was making would bring someone in to investigate, she took her mouth out of my crotch.
I can still remember how it felt. My cheeks were wet with tears, and I couldn't stop sobbing.
Carmen lay beside me and hugged me. "See how good it can be when someone's watching?!" she said. She was smiling that brilliant smile of hers, and slowly my sobs turned back into giggles as we cuddled on the bed.
I don't remember Carmen leaving that night. I fell asleep and didn't wake until eight o'clock the next morning, when I found myself naked in bed, with the covers pulled up to my chin. I never felt better in my life.
After that night things changed in my life. I'd never seriously considered having sex with another woman before. I'd never even thought about gay sex; I like what Jeff's big stiff Nordic penis has to offer too much to switch genders.
However, I had to admit that the encounter with Carmen was something I'd never forget.
About noon, she knocked on my door, and when I opened it she greeted me with a big smile. "Hey honey, how're we feeling? You were really hot last night!" Her eyes sparkled. "I've stopped by to drill that hole. Okay with you?"
"Yes, I guess so, though after last night I'm not sure I'll be up for much anytime soon. I feel sated like I've never been before."
Carmen didn't seem at all put out. "That's okay with me, honey, you can watch tonight. I'll be the one doing the entertaining!"
I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to watch another couple making love, but as I thought about her words I began to feel sexually excited again. I surprised myself; only a moment ago I could have sworn that I'd had enough to last a week.
Carmen drilled a one-inch-diameter hole in the wall above my bed. When I protested that a hole that large would be too obvious she smiled and reached into a bag she'd brought with her. She pulled out a little wall mirror, which she proceeded to fix neatly over the hole. The mirror wasn't more than ten inches across, but it had an interesting frame and looked nice on the wall.
We had to rearrange the furniture, putting my bed against the far wall so that it offered a good view from the peephole. When we were done moving the big stuff, Carmen suggested that I check out the peephole for height and field of vision, so I pulled out my little two-step stepladder and climbed to eye level with the mirror. Taking it off the wall and handing it to Carmen, I looked though the hole into the next room.
I realized that Carmen had already installed a mirror in her room, but that I could see the whole room without obstruction. "They're two-way mirrors, aren't they?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Yup, they are. So, can you see all right?" she asked.
"Perfectly. But I still can't believe we're doing something this perverted! If my mother knew about this, I know she wouldn't like it! As for Jeff, well I'm afraid to guess what he'd say."
I was extremely nervous about Jeff discovering our little setup.
That night Jeff showed up, and so did Peter, so we post- poned the plan for a night. Jeff was feeling horny, so after watching "Merlin" on ABC we went to bed, with sex on our minds.
I felt a bit guilty about the sex I'd had with Carmen, behind Jeff's back, and I suppose I wanted to prove to myself that I was "all woman." At any rate, I intended to give Jeff some great sex that night.
He knew it too, because whenever I suggest starting off with a shared shower he knows that I mean to eat him up!
Jeff stripped and headed for the bathroom. He stood in front of the shower doors, adjusting the water temperature, while I discarded my T-shirt and bra in the bedroom. I was about to follow him when I heard a knock from Carmen's side of the wall; three knocks, then three more. It was our prearranged signal, which we'd decided to use for the first couple of times, and indicated that someone was watching.
Standing there naked, I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I hadn't prepared myself for this. Might Peter be watching me while I was stark naked?
I had assumed there'd be no peeping tonight, and I guessed that Carmen had told Peter about our little arrangement in hopes of loosening him up a little.
The scenario ran through my head as I stared at the mirror. Carmen wanted to get her husband back into the swinging mode, and letting him watch us fucking would be a good start down that road.
I felt a little used but, surprisingly, that served only to arouse me. I smiled and turned toward the bathroom. Then I noticed that you could see straight through the bathroom door to the shower doors. I felt a momentary annoyance that Carmen could be looking at my man in all his glory.
I had prepared myself to look at Peter, but I hadn't given any thought to how I might feel about others seeing my man naked. Then the thought popped into my mind that if Carmen succeeded in her aim with Peter, she'd want to have sex with Jeff, and that Peter would then be fucking me. It was too much to take in all at once!
All I knew was that I felt super-horny, displaying myself to a strange man. I wondered if he had an erection because of me. Then I wondered if it was Carmen at the peephole, with Jeff's semi-erect Viking cock dangling invitingly before her vision.
It was time to stop thinking and have some fun! If being watched was going to make having sex with Jeff as good as it promised, then I was glad she'd talked Peter into watching us.
I put on my slinky walk and glided toward my man. He had just stepped into the shower when I came up behind him, letting the water cascade off his broad back and splash my front. He turned to face me, his Jeff smile wreathing his handsome face. (I do love Jeff. He's very straight- forward about life, and a god in bed!)
He reached behind me to close the shower door. I let him do it but I was determined, this time, not to perform my usual shower routine with him. When I want to reward Jeff for being good, I usually make him come twice - once in the shower, and once in bed, between my legs.
I knew he would be disappointed, but I intended making it up to him on the bed, where our neighbors could watch us.
I soon became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin touching wet soapy skin. I love to rub, and to squeeze, and to be rubbed and squeezed in the shower.
After Jeff had soaped my breasts, and had knelt down to soap between my legs, I found my resolve breaking down. I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold back when it was my turn to soap his body.
Damn, I was right! When he had me clean, both inside and out, it was all I could do to stand up. My legs were trembling under me as I squeezed some liquid body soap into my hands and rubbed them together. Slowly, savoring the feel of his soapy skin, I ran my hands down Jeff's chest, around his nipples, and on down his muscley stomach.
When I reached his beautiful straining cock, I stepped right up close, rubbing my very erect nipples against his chest while reaching down soapy hands to fondle his cock and massage his heavy balls.
To feel Jeff's soapy cock is an awesome experience! That's the only time I feel a little jealous of men. They have this wonderful toy just hanging there whenever they want it, it's just there for them.
I began to jack on Jeff's big stiff pole and suddenly thought of our neighbors. Would Carmen get to feel these body parts in her turn, and what would go through her mind while she massaged my boyfriend's nuts in the shower? The thought made me shiver.
And what would it feel like for me to do it to Peter, maybe while Jeff watched? I suddenly noticed that Jeff was groaning and leaning back against the shower wall. In my fancy I'd been fucking two men, but in the real world I'd been jacking off my man's soapy cock, and it looked as though he was about to come. Damn!
I quickly took the overhead shower nozzle off its hook and aimed it directly at Jeff's erection to give it a quick rinse. At the same time I bumped open the shower door (it didn't really matter with the shower nozzle hanging down by its hose).
I would have normally closed the door again, but not tonight! (I'd heard another three faint knocks.) Jeff was still standing, trembling, against the shower wall, now in full view of our voyeur neighbors, and I was contem- plating the tip of his shiny wet cock, swaying in the cooling air. (I love Jeff's cock, especially when it's squeaky clean from the shower.)
I could tell he was on the verge of coming, so I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his shaft, grabbed his nuts with my left hand and squeezed lightly as I knelt in front of him. I had total control over him at that moment, either to cause him pain or to give him pleasure (so far I've always chosen pleasure!).
One more squeeze on his stiff shaft, and the first gout of hot white come spurted onto my chest. I couldn't stop myself, and with an ecstatic moan I took his big wet cock into my mouth as deep as I could.
The next surge of hot come pulsed into the back of my throat, almost making my gag reflex take over. I tightened my stomach muscles and began swooping my lips up and down my man's supercock. (God, I love Jeff!)
I could hear him groaning as he let himself go in my mouth. I made a big show of swallowing. Girls don't have an Adam's Apple, but it's still possible to tell when they're swallowing. I was sexually super-charged at that point, knowing that people were watching us, and probably touching each other up on the other side of the wall.
They had to be going crazy over there, but they were only an after-thought to me as I lapped up the last of Jeff's hot sperm.
He was so sensitive by then that his whole body jerked each time my tongue ran across his cock head. (I really had fun with that!)
We dried each other as usual, and I went downstairs to get a couple of iced teas.
It's always an adventure to go to my kitchen with no clothes on. My apartment is really no more than two rooms, one on top of the other, with a spiral staircase running three floors up near the front opening of the house. My kitchen, living room and balcony are on 'my first floor' (second floor of the house) and my bedroom and bathroom are on the next floor up (third floor). So, when you go out to the kitchen you're really going where anyone coming into the building could look up the stairwell and see you.
I do it all the time, but so far I don't think anyone has seen me.
Anyway, when I got back, and after we had a few sips of our tea, we began messing around again on the couch, and I became horny all over again.
I knew that Carmen and her husband were probably fucking each other while Jeff and I were lying in each other's arms. I could hear next door; faintly that their bedsprings were making a rhythmic squeaking sound, and the temptation to go over to the peephole and remove the mirror so I could watch them became almost a physical thing.
The thought of Peter's sperm shooting from his body into Carmen's, possibly at that very moment, was such a turn- on for me; Peter making his little deposit in my friend, because Jeff and I had turned him on.
Suddenly I had to get release, so I climbed onto Jeff and began stroking his magic love tool to get it fully hard, intending to ride him until I came. But Jeffrey had other ideas.
He grabbed my breasts and began massaging them with his strong hands. Wonderful sensations arose between my legs each time he twisted a nipple.
Then he picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he laid me down. It never fails to give me a rush when he lifts me as effortlessly as if I were a featherweight and puts me down wherever he wants my body. I always feel weak and vulnerable against that Viking strength of his.
While I lay waiting for Jeff to pleasure me, I heard the faint three-knock signal again. 'Boy, they must fuck like a couple of rabbits!' The thought of Peter mounting Carmen and humping her like an animal made my juices flow even more freely just as Jeff was putting his tongue inside my pussy.
"Hmmm, we're certainly ready tonight," he said with a chuckle.
'If he only knew,' I thought.
He started hitting all the right places, making me squirm under his tongue. After a couple of minutes of pure animal pleasure, I grabbed his hair and pulled his moist face against mine. We kissed, deeply, as I took back what I had given.
I love kissing. If you know me at all, you already know that about me. I could kiss all night long; in between fucking, of course!
After a while, I felt that we owed our voyeur neighbors a little more action to pay them back for the excitement they'd added to my sex this evening. So, tearing my lips away from Jeff's, I moaned in his ear: "Fuck me, caveman! Give me some of that horse dick of yours! I want it deep and hard. Get those rocks off in me, baby! (Jeff likes a little dirty talk, especially about his wonderful maleness, and it's easy for me, because I like talking dirty to him.)
"Come on, make me scream for mercy! Stretch me so wide that I'll be spoiled for other men! Come on, honey fuck me! I need your big cock rammed deep into me. Fuck me like an animal!" (Yes, that's the kind of thing I really do say when we're doing it. I know it looks corny in print, but believe me, when Jeff has his big beautiful cock poised, it just comes out naturally!)
I watched him rise up over me, the muscles on his biceps standing out like ropes. He poised himself over my opened body as if he was doing pushups. His massive cock was so erect that even in that pose it was almost tight against his stomach.
I held my breath. My animal-man swooped his body against me in one quick thrust and entered me on the first attempt. Jeff seems to have that particular knack.
"Oh...!!" In an instant I was full of cock. Jeff had thrust right home and was straining his pubic bone hard against my mound. To become instantly full, and to be so wet, is the ultimate pleasure for me. One of the things I like best about fucking is the feeling of becoming filled up. For me, there's nothing to touch it in the world. It gives me a feeling of "completeness" that I didn't have a moment before. And Jeff fills me up soooo nicely.
As he drilled me with his rigid manhood, I heard sounds again from the next apartment and saw the mirror begin to move. I couldn't concentrate on it at the time because Jeff became the animal I'd called him. He jabbed into me, pulled all the way out, then thrust again to the hilt, grinding his pubic bone against my clitoris.
Pulled out, thrust to the hilt, again and again. Faster and faster, my body was being jerked around by his animal power. I felt helpless, like a rag doll, as he used my body for his pleasure. "Fu-u-c-k m-e, f-u-c-k-m-e -h-a-r-d-e-r, f-u-c-k-m-e l-i-k-e a-n a-n-i-m-a-l.." I had started to hyperventilate because I could only breathe at moments when Jeff was pulling out of me.
Each time he crashed back into me the breath was forced out of my body, so I had to take quick shallow breaths to keep some oxygen inside me.
Vaguely I heard a crash, which sounded like the windows of my apartment breaking; then a mind-numbing orgasm surged through my body, radiating from our union point and exiting through my fingertips. My body exploded in pure pleasure.
Jeff suddenly stopped thrusting into me, holding me in a bear hug as his body quivered above mine and inside me. In a moment of sanity I felt the first gush of hot come shoot towards my womb, then another orgasmic contraction took hold of my body and I forgot even to breathe.
When it was all over we lay quietly in each other's arms, as we always do after great sex. And after a while, when the blood had slowed in our veins, and the ocean noises quieted in our ears, both of us sat up and listened to the racket going on in the Mallorys' apartment.
It was quite obvious what they were doing over there! Jeff looked at the opposite wall and said: "What the hell?" He got off the bed and went directly to the little one- inch hole in the wall. The mirror was on the floor in a million pieces, and he had to step carefully so as not to cut bare his feet.
I watched his muscley butt flex as he stood on his toes to look through the peephole. I held my breath as I waited for his reaction.
The noise from the other room had got louder, and I could hear Carmen crying out. What would Jeff do when he realized that our neighbors must have been watching him fuck me? Would he be disgusted with me for being a pervert and letting them watch us?
He was at the peephole for the longest time. And I admired his body as his leg muscles flexed from standing on tiptoe.
At last he turned back to me, and I let my breath out in relief because he had this big grin on his face, and his Nordic flagpole was waving a big hello at me.
Now my only worry is: where is all this peephole stuff going to lead?!
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job editing my little story.
(c) May 1998 -- Last ed. 05/18/00 Kristen Kathleen Becker - [email protected]
MY STORY PAGE http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/stories = or = http://kristenstories.web1000.com/