Hurrying leather soled footfalls echo along the otherwise quiet cobbled street. My heavy breathing makes the blood in my ears rush loud as I strain to keep moving. The rows of darkened houses on each side of the ancient back cart path loom into view, one by one as I press onward. Exhaustion would have over taken me a mile back if not for the driving thoughts of that broken down piece of crap I left so far back.
Thoughts of why couldn't it make it those last few miles kept resonating through my mind, pushing me further along on my way. Nobody would answer their door as I pounded on the first few near my car. That last beer before I hit the road didn't help a bit either. I have to piss so bad I am afraid I won't be able to get my hose out before the faucet gives way. I must find a place to pee.
As the next house loomed closer I figure this is it. With a well tendered private garden and lots of area plants and bushes. It even has a herring bone brick pathway that leads from the hinged Iron Gate weaving its way through night. Darkened flower beds flow up to the back door steps of the garage. By the looks of the house and yard, I was sure the car within was not like my old rust bucket that gave up the ghost, keeled over, kicked the bucket, became a deceased pile of dead, useless, mechanical trash, that made me hoof it home.
I stood at the open gate shifting from foot to foot as I listened for any nearby sounds. All that I heard was a muffled dog barking a few streets over and the dew settling on the lawn for the night. My full bladder that I couldn't ignore for much longer coaxed me inside the gate and over to a protected area of bushes disappearing into the deepening darkness of the shadows. Beyond caring now, my bladder was close to bursting. Pushing my face and body as close to the leaves of the nearest green foliage I fumble with my zipper, and soon the sound of my stream rustling past the leaves as it splashed onto the earth was sheer bliss. Oh yes, the relief.
At that blissful moment of a relieved bladder with the last few drops falling earthward a low guttural moan floated through the garden. It startled me as I look around; it was so quiet, but nearby. It was quickly followed by the sweetest tinkling giggle, which could have only come from a woman. I froze. My flaccid member still in hand, though now emptied of its pressure. I started tucking it back into my pants, not wishing to be caught holding it by whoever was making the noise.
With the thought of that embarrassment running through my head, I heard it again, that low moan. It seemed to float out onto the evening breeze, as it soared around me. So beautiful that sound of heavenly pleasure, such a soft sigh like a sirens song to the sailor. Its intriguing call beckoned me. My eye catches sight of a dim light that I could have sworn wasn't there before is now barely visible through a curtained window. A fan must be inside the room causing the curtains to flutter about the open window, letting light, and sound float out with the passing air. By chance it might even allow the a quick look inside.
I'm not that sick sort of guy that peeps in windows to get his jollies off, so I start to turn away when the sounds of a passion filled moan flows from the window. The moan wrapped its song of sexuality tightly around me making me stop. Such wondrously sensual sounds tug on my curiosity, prickling the intrigue of what is causing the bewitching sounds. I need to see that alluring mouth capable of producing that wondrous song of passion.
Creeping cautiously forward, my body presses tightly to the brick facade, I ease up to the open window. My breath held in my chest, my body trembling with building nervousness I move to the window where a large climbing vine partially covers the opening. Hidden deep among its leaves I position myself as close the to window as possible, yet at the same time I try to stay unseen. I should leave, now, I don't do this. Not me, I won't even look at porn without blushing, but the sounds of passion have increased in frequency and volume as I realize that more than one voice sings its siren song. I have no choice as the need to at least take a quick look before I leave becomes overwhelming.
Wrapping the leaves round me I encase my body in their protective shadows. I fill my lungs with cool night air, and ease my face so close to the window frame. I exhale slowly, forcing myself to relax. As my intake of breath fills my lungs my body leans forward in time with the oscillating fan as it blows the curtains outward again I rock back to the safety of the wall. My mind cannot fathom the intricacy of that tangle of pale golden feminine curves that wreathed before me in such a brief glimpse. Women's legs intertwined, breast heaved as hair lay across the exposed limbs. Their moving, wriggling beauty, framed against the black cloth they laid upon.
