The giggles and whimpers are permeating through the wall. I speculate that he is pleasing her just as he has always pleased me. He is tantalizing and satisfying her in ways that only he can accomplish, but I cannot understand it; they've only just met. He cannot know her, or she him, well enough to sound so intimate with each other. I cannot listen any more; I simply must know what is happening in there.
I quietly exit my room and enter the hall. Her door is wide open but it appears dark inside. I presume the open door implies a summons to me, but I hesitate. He knows how much I desire him, and how much I need to feel his touch again. He is aware of the fascination I have with his inexplicable power over me, his alluring sense of dominance, his mysterious talent for making me understand and want to obey his every command, no matter how incomprehensible it may be. He entices me with a simple look; his eyes pierce my heart and mandate my devotion. I cannot resist him, yet I cannot accept sharing him, so I decide I must put an end to it, and I quietly enter her room.
With just enough glow from the alarm clock I see her in a pose of adulation. She looks so beautiful. Her long flowing hair is a healthy golden blonde, with more waves than the ocean. The low-grade glimpse of light that's available modestly bounces from her tresses, and I see that her youthful body is lean with all the right curves. A sense of pride briefly flushes through me.
Her back is to me as she kneels on the floor in front of him. He is standing facing me, and despite his eyes being closed, I recognize that undeniable look of fulfillment across his face. She is moving her head to and fro, and I can hear those memorable sounds of passion that I long to participate in again. He undoubtedly is relishing her talents, her beauty, her youth, as he holds both sides of her head and directs her efforts. I feel a warmness come over me, and I yearn to be touched by him.
As she continues to make slurping sounds, I imagine she is encircling his cock with her tongue. He continues to push himself into her throat in rhythmic movements, and I slowly pull up my nightie in the front. I have nothing on underneath, and I want so desperately to shed this useless piece of silk, but I remain still and quiet except for my right hand between my legs.
Recognizing my lack of restraint, I begin to lightly rub myself as I watch him teach her to unleash her inhibitions. He opens his eyes and notices me in the corner near the door. The glint of his baby blues look intently at me, but his facial expression remains unchanged. He is noticeably proud of himself, and he doesn't mind me witnessing his latest triumph. His look directs me to stay, but not to intrude in his newfound conquest, and as is typical of me with him, I obey.
He rakes his hands through her hair and pulls her head upwards so that she is looking into those penetrating eyes of his. He leans down slowly and whispers something into her ear. She begins to stand and I fear she will see me so I back up a bit to where I am partially hidden by the door. He cleverly positions her to stand facing the bed, again with her back towards me, and tells her to lean forward. He moves her hair from her back and begins to kiss her neck, then her shoulders, then her back. His hands are wrapped around the front, and I am certain he is caressing her firm, perky breasts. He continues to kiss and lick her back, lowering himself methodically to her ass. She leans further forward at his direction and rests both hands on the bed. Her rear is so curvy and tempting in this position that even if I had the courage to prevent him from continuing this unspeakable deed, I could not begrudge him the opportunity to taste and savor it.