My name is Richard and I rent out a corner of this large studio from a guy called Hank. I have my own key so that I can go over in the evenings like I did last Sunday around 10 o'clock. I don't switch on the main lights because sometimes Hank crashes overnight on the second floor, which serves as an office and is closed off by glass walls. So I normally just keep a small desk lamp on.
Last Sunday, I am starting to get lost in my work when I am aware of faint jazz playing from the second floor and figure that Hank has left his radio on. But then I hear muffled voices and a woman giggling. This is kind of awkward and I think about leaving but something keeps me there. I try to concentrate on my work but I can now hear the woman moaning and without even realizing what it is I'm doing, I find myself creeping quietly up the dark staircase to the second floor and looking through the glass door to the office.
I see Hank lying back on the opened pull out couch with his hands behind his bed. This dark haired woman is sitting over him and caressing him with her breasts. I can't see her face but I can see her full breasts, ample ass and long legs. She is looking up at Hank and she inches down his body towards his erect cock and he looks like he's enjoying every second of her show. By the stiffness in my own jeans, I am too. I see her swirl her tongue around his cock as he lifts her hair up to watch and it's almost like I can feel her tongue on my own cock.
All of the sudden I am aware of the fact that I am acting like some pervert hiding in the shadows with a hard-on watching two people about to fuck. I creep back down the stairs, grab my jacket from my chair and slip out the studio door ashamed but excited by the audacity of my unexpected voyeurism.
A few nights later I am back at the studio with the pretext of doing some wood work but really with the hope of seeing some more of Hank and his lover.
It's dark and quiet upstairs but I had noticed his jeep in the parking lot so I figure he's there. Maybe he's already asleep.
I drift back into my craft and my old routine of losing myself in wood and am working contently for about half an hour.
Then I hear moaning and drop the tool I'm using. It's her.
She's making louder sounds and I can tell she's close to orgasm. I can't help myself. I need to see this woman when she comes and I spring quietly up those stairs.
Hank is fucking her and she is holding one of her legs in mid air and moving her hips to meet each thrust.
Do it, she cries. Do it, don't stop.
And Hank does it. Her face is turned towards the door and I see her biting down on her lower lip, her back arching, her upper lip glistening as she opens her mouth as if to say something but the only sound that comes out is one long, beautiful moan.
But Hank isn't done with her yet. He pulls his still hard cock out of her pussy and moves down the mattress so that he can spread her legs with his arms and spread her pussy lips with his mouth.
She uses her own hands to open herself up for him and she is looking down as he begins to tongue her swollen clit. Each time he touches her she almost buckles and throws her head back with another orgasm.
He does this three times and as he is about to do it for the fourth, he stops and looks directly at me standing behind the glass door.
Get in here, Richard, he says.
Hello, Richard, the woman says to me as I enter the room. We were hoping you'd be back tonight.
Just can't keep up with her on some nights, Hank says to me with one of those smiles. That's why you're here.
