Watering

Listening to the trickle of water from the watering can, Beth admired the view from her eighth floor condo by Lake Michigan and nourished her thirsty plants. From her small platform of nature in the urban jungle, she had seen numerous birds including seagulls, hawks and an eagle. Just last week she had spied the coyote roaming by Navy pier even before it was a big news item. That was the extent of the wild life she expected to see.

It had been an extremely hot day, a high of 98 degrees and the heat still radiated from the concrete and brick environment of the city. Beth had her AC off to conserve both energy and money so she had the sliding door to her balcony open and the two other windows in the condo flung wide too. A light breeze from the lake was some relief to the sweltering heat of the day, but it was still oppressive. She had just turned off the 10 o'clock news and was wearing only her yellow smiley face t-shirt to keep cool.

She walked inside and reached up to water her spider plant, the t-shirt riding up on her back and exposing her long legs and butt cheeks. She thought her boyfriend Dan would have enjoyed the view from the couch, if he were on the couch and not away on a business trip. When he was away, Beth liked to have the lights on in their condo because it seemed safer. She imagined the comment he would make as the ceiling light illuminated the pink flesh of her butt. About how her ass was missing the loving attention to which it was becoming accustom. The thought of attention after a week of drought started a minor flood of emotions and juices. In mid thought of Dan coming up behind her and pressing her against the wall, his weight pinning her as his hand explored her bare rump, all the lights went out. Beth stood there in total darkness with her hand holding the watering can and her mind the thoughts of Dan. Turning around she realized the only dim light was drifting in from the balcony.

She carefully put done the watering can and walked back out onto the iron grid suspending her high above the street. The other buildings were dark too. The stars shown brightly, released from their cover by the black out. Across the darkness of the street hung one window lit by candle light. That condo was recently vacant and now occupied by a couple she had never met, they were just people across the street, but she was mentally calling Dave and Jean. At first Beth thought the room was empty, but a movement on the floor caught her eye. Transfixed by the scene that unfolded before her she stood, her arousal increasing. She could easily see Dave and Jean on the floor, their bodies were naked, their skin touching and they kissed each other deeply, longingly.

Beth's hand started to travel up her smooth warm skin of her inner thigh, her stomach was tingling. She watched as Dave kissed Jean's ear and sucked on its lobe. She imagined the feeling of his lips on her ear and her pulse quickened. She could see Dave trace Jeans neck with his tongue, down the side of her neck and along her collar bone to that special sunken area right at the front.

Beth licked her index finger of her free hand traced her neck mimicking the path she had just witnessed. Then she made little circles around her areola while Dave deeply massaged Jean's right breast, her nipple gripped between his fingers. She thought of Dan and his warm hands and their firm grip on her breast. Then Dave's mouth worked its way down to join his fingers in their mammary delight. Beth sighed at the sight, pinching her nipple. As Dave's other hand wondered south Beth saw Jean's hand move down between their bodies and imagined it squeeze his enlarged cock as it was pinned between his stomach and her thigh. She thought of gripping Dan's engorged cock, hefting its weight, feeling its firm shaft and teasing it's sensitive head with a finger tip.

Dave's hand reached Jean's other thigh and gently parted it further, lightly brushing along its inside up to the knee. Now his tongue had worked its way south dutifully following his hand. Up her inner thigh then slowly, ever so slowly back to that hidden valley of pleasure. Beth's hand followed the same path picturing his tongue parting the tangle of dark hair and darting toward its goal. Her precious clitoris waited, begging for attention.

Beth watched Dave bury his head between Jean's legs and imagined his tongue extended, with its tip I probed her lips and edge of her love canal while keeping her clit cupped in its base. Never relinquishing pressure. Beth's fingers followed her mind's eye and attended to her aching button. Her legs were feeling weak so she sat down on one of the chair, her fingers dancing between her legs again. Then she saw Dave cross his fingers and twisted them up under his chin and in between Jean's legs. She could see Jean's body twist and arch her back with pleasure, her mouth moving, repeating something over and over. The motions of Dave's head and arms escalated as did Beth's finger. Beth leaned back in her chair and propped her legs up on the iron railing. She watched the couple through her legs as her fingers pushed and teased her closer to the edge.

Then Dave appeared to ease his contact with Jeans pussy and licked up the inner thigh of her leg. Feeling so near release it was with reluctance that Beth's fingers obediently followed Dave's lead tracing a path up her thigh, leaving a glistening trail of her juices mingled with her sweat. Back down down the thigh inched Dave's mouth and Beth's fingers slowly returning to the spot of ultimate pleasure. This pattern repeated itself over the next half hour. A crescendo of pleasure followed by a brief decrescendo. Beth watched and felt Jean's body being pressed to the edge and held back a dozen times, her mind was buzzing with delight and the promise of ecstasy. Her her heart was racing and the sweat in the heat of the night was trickling down her back.

Finally Jean grabbed Dave's head and pulled him up as if he needed air. Guiding his lips, covered in her juices, to her lips, his tongue to her tongue, his cock to her cunt. In on smooth motion our mouths met and the length of my manhood slid home. Beth gasped at the sight of their union and plunged the fingers of her other hand deep into her self. They held each other tightly in that ancient lover's embrace. Deeply thrusting, their motions, their energies increased. Shuttering together as they released themselves to one another. Their life fluids mixing as their hot bodies folded together. The scene was so beautiful Beth could not pull her eyes away. Her pleasure was blended with their pleasure. They had peaked but she was still charging to the brink of the precipice. One of her hands glided up and down her slippery lips teasing her most sensitive area, while the other slid in and out of her making soft slurping noises.

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She could feel the energy building in her loins and the warm puddle of pleasure spreading through her stomach and up her chest while descending down her legs to curl her toes. When it completely enveloped her body like a cocoon, a low moan escaped from her mouth and her fingers excitedly danced her into bliss, her body wracked with joy. Slowly her body relaxed and she opened her eyes to the lights of the city and Dave and Jean embracing each other and gazing across the gap to her.