Mable had just moved into her new home when she noticed something out her bedroom sliding screen door. Not only could she see across into her neighbor's and her nonexistent backyard, but through their bedroom sliding glass door as well. It was late and dark out by now. Like no one was watching, she saw her athletic good-looking neighbors fucking like animals on the bed. The sexy woman made an unheard growl like a beast, as he thrust deep inside her doggie-style.
"Someone should learn to close their curtains," she said, embarrassed for them. But she couldn't seem to stop watching. After a few minutes, she felt her body temperature rising, and her nipples getting erect. She had been lonely and horny since she broke up with her boyfriend. "What am I doing? This is a violation of their privacy," she said, ashamed. "But I don't wanna tell them that I saw them having sex. That would be awkward for everyone. Maybe they will notice the curtain is open while I just go take a shower. A nice, COLD shower."
Mable left the scene to take the longest shower of her life, hoping the curtain would be closed when she came back. Her mind, however, wouldn't let her forget the primal passion she bore witness to. 'I wish I was getting fucked like that,' she confessed to herself. Her right hand drifted towards her clit, but with reluctance, she pulled back. "I can't do this. It's wrong. I'm sure the curtains are closed, or at least they have finished." Although, she hoped she was wrong on both accounts.
Wearing just a bathrobe, she returned to the doorway. As if they were trying to tempt her further, the couple were now pressed against the screen door in the ballet dancer position, the woman's back to her. The light in their bedroom silhouetted the couple and Mable could see the man's slick cock and balls thrusting upwards into his girlfriend's moist pussy. "Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!" Mable said with exasperation.
She looked around at the darkness, noticing she barely saw her hand in front of her face. "They probably can't even see me now," she reasoned. "Fine! Do you want me to watch?! Then I'll watch!" Mable said irritated. She spoke too loud in her frustration and was overheard by the lovers. Their love-making didn't falter, but the boyfriend looked right at her.
"Oh, honey. I don't want you to watch. I want you to join us," he murmured, the sound of their lovemaking making it impossible for Simone to hear. The silence was broken again when they heard Mable pulling a recliner towards the window. Still, in her bathrobe, she faced the chair towards the couple, before plopping down on it.
"What was that noise?" the woman, Simone asked.
"Spin around and see," her boyfriend, Adam, suggested. "We have an audience." Adam released her leg, and he withdrew himself from her. She spun around, eager to see what their neighbor was up to and for him to continue fucking her. Mable was leaning back, with her hands caressing her big teardrop-shaped tits from within the bathrobe. Mable was burning up and getting wet.
"Come on! Don't stop now!" Mable urged.
"You heard her. Get that dick back in me already," Simone said, only audible enough for him.
"Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint my co-star or my audience," he replied. It was easy for him to slip back in, while Simone's hands and breasts pressed flat up against the glass. Legs wide apart. His penetrations soon had her groaning like an animal in heat. Her hot breath fogged up the glass, but that didn't matter, as Mable's eyes were fixed on Adam's plunging dick visible between her legs.
"I'm so glad they can't see or hear me," Mable said with confidence.
"Wrong again," Adam called out, with a soft wicked grin. "Our eyes adjusted to the dark while you were in the shower. We turned our lights back on when we heard you get out," he explained.
"Oh, just shut up and keep going," Simone said, somewhat agitated.
Mable was too occupied to realize her neighbor was talking to her. Her hand finally made it to her clit. It was engorged and very sensitive. She rubbed the hood with one hand and tried to muffle her orgasm with her other hand, unaware they have already seen and heard her. It was then that a cat walked by Mable's back porch, and activated the floodlights. The cat fled in terror and left Mable in the spotlight, masturbating.
Now, Mable was frozen stiff, as her neighbors smiled with approval at her. They gave her the 'come over signal', but her reaction was to leap up and hide behind the chair feeling humiliated. It was one thing realizing they had heard her, but something completely different from them seeing her masturbating to their actions.
'I can't stay here forever,' she admitted. 'I have to do what I wanted to do in the first place and tell them to close their curtains.' Mable tried to assure herself. Wrapping her bathrobe around her, she stood up, opened the door, and attempted to recover some dignity. She headed towards the exhibitionists.
Simone opened the sliding glass door for her, and Mable marched inside. Simone slid both the glass door and the curtain closed once Mable had walked by her. In the center of the room, Adam stood nude before her. Mable focused on his eyes to prevent her from staring down at his rigid cock. Before Mable could speak, Simone went first.
"Hello, I'm Simone and this is my boyfriend Adam." she greeted her.
"I'm Mable. I've just moved in, and..." she answered, being caught off-guard by the question. "And I just wanted to say..'' she began. She glanced down at his giant erection. Damnit,'' she chided her wandering eyes.
Adam gave her a look that said, "You were enjoying yourself, weren't you?"
She blushed before bringing her eyes back up. Simone walked over and stood by her lover. Mable was glad to have the distraction of another body. She switched her eyes over to Simone. Gathering up her courage, she lectured, "You should close your curtains so no one can see you making love."
Simone shook her head. "That's not why you came over here." A puzzled look crossed Mable's face.
"What? Yes, I did," she argued.
"You could have done any number of things," Simone began. "You could have closed your curtains. You could have yelled at us to stop. You could have just ignored us. But instead, you remained silent. Because you liked what you saw. So much so, we heard you moving the recliner to the window. And we saw you touching yourself," she explained. Mable's face grew red with shame.
"Then one pussy helped reveal another when the lights came on," Adam smirked. Simone rolled her eyes at him.
"It was when you knew, we saw you masturbating, that you made your final fateful choice. So why did you march right over here?" she questioned.
Mable had trouble finding an answer. What part? "Because there was nothing on T.V.?" she said awkwardly. Mable looked past Simone and noticed the curtains were closed. "Why is the door shut?"
"Because we got what we wanted," Simone said with a wolfish grin. "Now, we will give you what you desire."
"I don't know what you mean," she mumbled. Mable was a poor liar.
"Here you are, almost naked in a stranger's house. Because you longed to have my lover's big dick between your legs, spreading your lips apart, diving himself deeper than any other man, and making you cum repeatedly for hours on end, until you collapse onto the floor, out of pure exhaustion. That's why you are here, isn't it?" Simone enticed, with seduction.
Mable shivered at the thought. "Yes," she said breathlessly.
"Take off your robe then," Simone instructed.
With hesitation, she let her one piece of clothing hit the floor. Overcome with shyness, she stood there, with her arms covering her breasts.
"Arms down. We already saw your tits while you were fingering yourself with your robe open," Simone insisted. With reluctance she let her arms drop to her sides. "Look at those firm round nipples," Simone said, amused.
"I thought you said you already saw them," Mable disputed.
"I lied. It was dark. You were too far away. And you had a robe on," Simone wore a sinister smile. "Besides, we can't have you standing there the whole time holding your breasts. Your hands will be busy elsewhere." Simone rationalized.
Mable wanted to be mad at her, but she was right.
