-The Deck-
'Damn dog. It's frickin' midnight,' I mumbled as I crawled out of bed and headed down to the back door where my dachshund would be standing, demanding to be let out regardless of the hour. At least he knew enough to stay in my condo's tiny back yard once he was off the deck. That meant I didn't have to put anything on besides the t-shirt and panties I already wore.
I always figured the chances of anybody else being out at the same hour Frankie decided to go was pretty slim. So I opened the sliding glass door to the deck and watched him hurriedly skitter down the steps onto the grass. That's when it got maddening. He had to smell absolutely everything around the deck. I'm sure there are small animals that roam around the area because of the woods behind me, but that didn't mean Frankie had to investigate each one.
Eventually, he went, as always. I grabbed a plastic bag from the assortment I kept by the door and stepped out into the warm summer night. The wood deck still retained some of the heat from the day, but the grass was cool and comfortable on my bare feet. I quickly gathered up Frankie's deposit and turned to head back into the condo with him.
But a movement two decks over from me caught my eye. I was at the bottom of the steps onto the deck when I managed to make out two shapes, partially illuminated from light inside their condo. It was clearly Kris and Andy, one of the couples I had actually met in the three months I had lived in the complex.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized something I hadn't anticipated: they were both naked. They were holding each other, rotating very slowly and as the light shimmered off each of them, it eliminated any doubt I had about their nudity.
I went up the steps on tip toes and just as silently opened the door to let Frankie in. I laid down the bag and stepped back out onto the deck, hugging the back of the condo, and turned to look again at Kris and Andy's deck.
They stood near the back railing with Kris' ass almost resting on it. The complete darkness in the condo between them and me at least eased my mind a little about anybody else seeing me...or them. Andy appeared to be kissing Kris' neck and shoulders. Then I watched as his head moved to her chest.
'Oh my God,' I said to myself, not wanting to make a single noise. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness and I clearly saw him take a breast in his hand, push it up, and then put his mouth over it. Kris tilted her head back in apparent delight and in the tiniest bit of light that existed between them I saw her put her hand around his cock.
Maybe my TV news experience kicked in because I felt I was watching something unique, something out of the ordinary that I couldn't take my eyes off of. Or, I was just getting hornier, which was being borne out by the growing dampness in my pussy.
I thought about Kris and Andy. I knew they were both in their late thirties, a few years younger than me, and had professional careers. Both were extremely good looking and fit. Kris had short blonde hair that was always meticulously styled. Andy had dark hair, great facial features, and an intelligence that captivated anyone he talked to.
Now they were on the back of their deck, at midnight, seemingly thinking they were alone in their lovemaking. Andy continued his assault on his wife's breasts. That's when I found myself letting my hand slide between my legs and across the front of my panties.
'God, Charlotte. Go to bed,' my brain was saying. My pussy was saying, 'Stay and watch some more.'
I stood with my shoulder barely touching my condo in absolute darkness save for whatever light escaped through the sliding door from the dining room. To me, it was the same as standing on the moon, looking down at my friends and neighbors who were in comparative brightness.
Andy was now sliding down his wife's body, apparently licking his way towards her pussy. His hands slipped around her and took her by the ass while his face disappeared between her legs. When it lingered there, Kris began to play with her tits, rolling them in her hands and pulling on the nipples.
The quietness of the entire scene was eerie. I expected to hear her moans or the sounds of Andy licking her clit or either of them speaking to the other. But the stillness was deafening.
That is, except for my own rapid breathing as I watched the couple and put my hand inside my panties. I remember a mixture of embarrassment and surprise at the wetness of my pussy. I gathered some of the moisture on a finger and used it to lubricate my clit. I nearly gasped at the reaction of that single stroke, in the middle of the night, alone on my deck.
Andy spent several minutes eating his wife. Then I saw him stand, and Kris was the one crouching down. She lovingly caressed his cock for a moment before lowering her head on it and beginning an energetic blowjob. I rubbed myself faster and then moved my hand down in order to insert two fingers inside my throbbing pussy. I watched and masturbated, feeling myself edge ever closer to an orgasm I refused to accept.
I fully expected Andy to cum without my even knowing it. But then Kris was getting up. I massaged my clit again, with more vigor than before. She was turning and stretching out her arms to support herself on the railing.
'Jesus, he's going to fuck her,' I thought.
I'm not sure why it astonished me as much as it did. I had just watched about ten minutes of foreplay. What else did I expect them to fucking do?
What was difficult for me to grasp was the fact they had no clue anybody was watching. So, just as I found it easy to masturbate in private, they were going to fuck in private.
Andy got in position, put his hands on Kris' tits, and then I watched the space between them vanish. Still, not a sound was heard although I saw Kris' head jerk back.
My body shuddered as a sign to me that I was close. I was frantically stroking myself. My legs grew less steady. I took a few steps forward so that I could put my free hand on the railing, almost laughing at the similarity to the position Kris was in.
Andy fucked her for quite a long time and I struggled not to cum. Then, as if by accident, I heard the faintest squeal from Kris. By all indications, they were about to climax together. My pulsating clit could take no more and my entire body exploded in one of the strongest orgasms I could ever remember. I literally put a hand across my mouth to stifle the noises I made while I came over and over again.
A second faint shriek from Kris was quickly followed by Andy pulling out and masturbating over her ass until, I supposed in the darkness, all his cum was poured onto it. I heard him groan one time. Otherwise I just watched his body twitch until the end.
On very shaky legs, I slithered back into my condo.
-Kris and Andy-
"Have you met any new neighbors?" Kris asked me.
"No. I'm not the type to initiate those types of introductions. I'll bump into them all eventually, I guess," I replied.
It was two nights after the deck incident and Kris and Andy were sitting in my living room. We had recently started meeting pretty regularly for drinks and snacks. The conversations were always fun and easy, but this evening I was having a little trouble keeping my thoughts off what I had seen in the dark.
"So, you haven't met the Anderson's yet?" Andy said. "They're the ones in the condo between us."
"Oh, I've waved. I talked to her for thirty seconds getting out of the car one time," I said. "Like I said, I can be very private when I want to be."
"I thought a big TV news star like you would love to be out among the people," Kris said with a hint of a grin.
"I like people. I don't crave the attention," I said. "And I'm not a star."
"There aren't a lot of gorgeous, single females living here," Andy added. "I thought there'd be guys at your door every night."
"I'm divorced, Andy. I learned my lesson. I'll let them bang at my door when I'm good and ready. And they better be rich. Not to mention a hunk. For now, I've got Frankie. Frankie loves me."
Kris smiled. "Speaking of Frankie, how is he about wanting to go out at night."
I quickly said, "Oh, he's generally good. Most nights I never have to get up, with the exception of a couple nights ago when...um...ah...."
I caught myself and stuttered to a stop, unable to make my mind work fast enough to complete the sentence and get out of it.
Kris just kept smiling, sipping on her wine. "Around midnight?"
My heart skipped three beats. She couldn't know, could she?
"It was so late I don't know what time it was," I managed to respond. I, too, took a drink and thought about heading to the kitchen for something.
"We heard him," Kris said nonchalantly.
I paused. Then said, "I'm sorry if he woke you."
"We were up," Andy stated.
Kris nearly choked. "Yes, we were."
The looks on their faces gave them away. I insisted on playing dumb.
"Frankie will get used to the new settings soon."
"It's quiet out here at night, isn't it?" Kris said, grabbing a cracker and cheese.
I nodded. "Very."
In the ensuing silence, I began to get up from the couch. Halfway up, Kris said, "Why didn't you go back in with Frankie?"
I stood and stared at her, unable to formulate an adequate response. Andy just grinned, watching both of us in the subsequent suspension of talk.
Kris continued, "What made you stop?"
I sat back down, too stunned to leave the room.
"I...I...thought I saw...you. Both of you," I stammered.
"And did you?" she asked.
"Yes," I admitted, feeling a little bit like a witness in the box.
