While She Watches Them

That was the problem with visitors, I reflected. Your secrets aren't ever quite safe.

Taking the wrong door on her way back from the bathroom, Allie had found my binoculars. They were in the spare room, on their tripod, pointed right at the flat behind my house. The kind with an angled eyepiece for comfortable watching.

"So, is your neighbour pretty?" she asked as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Her head cocked to one side, hand on her hip. The years had been very kind to her, and she'd chosen clothes that highlighted her figure. A bronze dress of some soft material with a long row of tiny buttons all the way up the front. It was fitted tight around her body, stitched and embroidered to add stiffness around the boob area, but loose over her hips and thighs. It came to just above her knees, and the heels of her sandals accentuated her legs.

I took all this in while her words made their way from my ears to my brain. My face must have caught her meaning before my mind did, because I felt a rush of heat creep up my cheeks. I considered feigning ignorance while I groped for an answer, but my blush had already given me away.

So I grinned. Allie wasn't a prude. "Not really. But the owners rent out the flat to tourists, and you never know what's going to happen."

I shared some of the stories while we did the dishes. The big one was when two couples were shooting porn: they put up lights and those reflecting sheets, and the men took turns with the camera. But generally it was people too lazy or too unconcerned to close the curtains, even during their lovemaking.

Allie listened with interest. She'd recently returned from several years of travelling the world, and had exchanged her career in law for one in massage therapy. It suited her, and she seemed happier than before. Her skin glowed, too, and there was a vital energy that seemed to radiate from her.

We finished the dishes and I grabbed a new bottle of wine from the fridge. Allie watched while I uncorked it -- one of those modern plastic corks that slid out easily -- but her gaze kept flitting to the window.

"Is there anyone staying there now?"

I paused, bottle in one hand, a pair of glasses in the other. "Yes. A couple arrived this afternoon."

"And?" Allie took the bottle from me and poured. "Did you see anything interesting?"

"Not really. I was busy, but I think they just dropped off their bags and headed out." I took a sip of my wine and stepped into the hall. The front room across from the kitchen was more comfortable.

Allie didn't follow. "There's a light on now. I think they just got back."

I leaned back round the doorpost and glanced outside. Yes, there were lights on, and someone was moving around. "With lots of shopping bags. They must have been busy."

"Is that an en suite?" It was clear that Allie was going to stay and watch. She sipped her wine and raised her eyebrows at me.

"Seems to be. Why?"

"The woman just went in. Probably needed to pee, judging by her hurry."

In the living room, the man had taken off his coat and was placing the bags in neat rows on the low table. "Well, you can't see the bathroom, if that's your thing. Sorry."

She pouted. "No, but it's fun. They're just going on with their day, and they have no clue we're watching."

"You're watching." I took her by the arm and drew her away. "And if you stay here, with the light on, they'll see you. And I'll be labelled a perv when they leave their review."

Her eyebrows shot up, then she smiled. "I suppose." She began to follow me into the hall. "Not everyone needs to know that side of you."

Then she paused, and looked at the door to my spare bedroom. "But that room's dark. And there are binoculars." She pulled away and reached for the handle.

I sighed. Allie usually got her way. "Fine. But wait a moment." I switched off the lights in the kitchen and the hall. "Go on then."

With a delighted squeal she opened the door and tiptoed inside, with me right behind.

The room was in darkness. The binoculars on their tripod were silhouetted against the faint light showing through the crack between the heavy curtains.

Still tiptoeing, as if the holidaymakers could hear her, Allie made her way over. "I see that you've got them all set up already," she said in a whisper.

"Saves time." I felt a grin tug at my lips. "I really ought to remember to put them away when I have guests round, though."

"No! This is fun!" She leaned forward, wine glass held out at an angle as if she was afraid to touch the binoculars. "I see them! They're in the bedroom."

I stood back and sipped my wine as my eyes adjusted. The sight of Allie's arse was always worthwhile. It was fuller than it had been last time I'd seen it up close, filling out the soft material of her dress in a delightful way.

As she bent forward her hem rode up a bit to expose more of her thighs. I remembered how her skin felt, what her scent was like, how the heat radiated from her body. I confess, those memories hadn't been far from my mind ever since she got in touch to tell me she was back.

They weren't the only reason I'd invited Allie round for dinner, but they'd played a big part. Knowing she was back in the country, and unattached... well, I'd wondered whether we could pick up where we'd left off all those years ago.

A small chuckle brought me back to the present. "What?"

"See those shopping bags? I think someone has plans for tonight."

"What do you mean?" I peered across the dark expanse, but it was too far for me to see any details without the binoculars.

"Champagne." Silence, then: "And a corset. Looks like leather. Ooo, boots!"

I bit back a curse. This was exactly the kind of scene I'd love to watch by myself, gently stroking my cock while I enjoyed a strange couple's kinky lovemaking from afar.

But it didn't seem like Allie was going anywhere. She shifted her weight -- the material of her dress swayed with the movement -- and kicked off her sandals. This meant that her arse wasn't sticking up quite as high, and the muscles of her legs weren't stretched as tightly.

But she planted her feet apart on the carpet, toes wiggling a little, and I imagined running my fingers over the smooth skin on the insides of her thighs.

Again it was her voice that interrupted my thoughts before they could run away.

"She's out of the bathroom. Wearing a dressing gown. Quick kiss... Pick up the corset... They're flirting and laughing. Aaand she's heading back to the bathroom. With the corset and boots, and-- Naughty minx!"

"What?"

"She dropped her dressing gown just before she closed the door. She was naked underneath. Nice arse."

I tried to picture it. As it was, I could see the man, with a happy smile on his face, give himself a quick adjustment. He began to strip, awkwardly kicking off his shoes and clawing at his shirt.

Allie was still talking. "That's right, my friend. Take it all off -- including your socks, good man!"

I remembered Allie was the one who taught me how unsexy it was for a man to leave his socks on. Or even to leave them for last when undressing.

"Now, let's see what else we have in those bags, shall we? What's in that box? Small, shiny -- ah, it's a plug! With a tail." Allie rose slightly and glanced over her shoulder at me. "This is going to get good. Will they close the curtains, do you think?"

"Probably not." My voice sounded a little hoarse. "People on holiday don't seem to care who sees them. Part of the thrill, I suppose. No-one knows them, and it doesn't feel real. A bit like spending foreign money."

In the darkness of the room I could see a smile on Allie's lips, and my heart began to thump. That smile brought back even more memories.

"Lucky us," she murmured and turned back to the binoculars. Her arse swayed slightly, like an invitation.

My cock was trying to burst out of my trousers. I knew where this was going now. Perversely, I decided to let it play out slowly. With the uncertainty removed, this was a journey to be enjoyed to the fullest.

So I sat on the chair behind her, close enough so that I could touch her if I stretched my arm. A glass of wine, a beautiful woman and the air thick with anticipation. Yes, I could enjoy this for a while.

Allie seemed to be enjoying it too. "Well, he's left his shorts on. Black, so I suppose that's acceptable. A nice body for his age. Hmm, what are you going to do while you wait for her to emerge? Ah, champagne! Yes, she'll appreciate that."

My attention was on Allie's form now, and her movements. I noticed the small shifts in her position, the way her hands rested on her thighs and her fingers clenched ever so slightly.

"And here she is! The corset looks good on her. You'd love it." Allie didn't offer to make room for me at the binoculars, though. "Boobs and boots. Very nice. And fake cat ears too. I think we can guess what fantasy they're playing out."

"You mean the butt plug?"

"Hmmm." She shook her arse at me. "First the champagne, though. A toast, a kiss. They must be celebrating something. Ah, that's romantic! He's putting both their glasses away, and they've got their arms around each other. Ooo, this is steamy!"

I'd stopped caring that I couldn't see. I was enjoying the effect on Allie. I was enjoying hearing her relay what she was seeing, listening to her voice in the darkness. Noticing where it caught, where she swallowed, what she chose to tell me.

"He likes her arse. Not surprising, it's a beautiful arse. He's squeezing it. He has nice hands. Slim, with long fingers, but not dainty. Strong."

Allie had always liked hands.

"She's up on her toes, pressing herself against him. Those boobs are spilling over the top of the corset. Well, they were only half covered in the first place."

I tried to picture it.

"She's-- Oops, he spanked her! That's left a mark. A red handprint on pale skin. She doesn't seem to mind, though. She's almost eating his face off."

Allie's fingers were clenching rhythmically on her thighs, gripping at the material of her dress, slowly pulling it higher, fraction by fraction.

"Another spank! She's definitely into this. She's clawing at his chest. No, he's pulling free. Spinning her round and bending her over the bed. Now there's a sight for sore eyes!"

"Her arse in the air?"

"Yes!" Allie breathed, shaking her rump at me again. "Two perfect globes. A hint of a promise in between. Soft, pale flesh, with two red marks. Three! Four!"

I was tempted to rise and plant my own marks on Allie's soft, pale flesh. But the time wasn't right, I sensed.

"Her legs are spread. He's running his hand up between them... I can't tell for sure, but she seems to be wet already. I think her hairs are slick and sticky. Yes, his fingers are gliding easily. She's squirming, but he has a hand on her back, holding her down."

Allie's voice was throaty, and her fingers were almost clawing at her legs now.

"Time for the plug, I think. Yes, he's reaching for it. It's very shiny. The tail is black, like her ears. What's he doing-- ah, he's warming it up! Rubbing it over his skin, breathing on it. You have a very considerate lover, you lucky girl."

I felt a fleeting pang of conscience. I'd been quite selfish, before Allie taught me how to treat a woman properly. I'd been grateful of the lessons, and so had my partners ever since.

"I don't see any lube. Wait, not necessary. Up and down, and against her pussy... It's in. Surely it's not going to stay there?" She gave a low laugh. "Our girlfriend is wondering the same. What will he do? Oh, very good!"

"What?"

"He understands that he can't just poke things up there. He's on his knees, kissing the backs of her thighs, up, up, and... Yes, she likes that! Lick her crack, you good man!"

Allie liked a bit of bum play. One of her hands was definitely stroking the inside of her thigh now, slowly but with pressure. The material of her dress was pulled tight around her legs to show off the curve of her arse.

"He likes it too. Or else she has him firmly under control. No hesitation. He's got his tongue right up her hole. Hands on her arse to keep her steady and stop her squirming. They're very compatible."

I was squirming in my chair too by now. My cock screamed to be released, to be stroked, but I wasn't going to give in before Allie. Too much risk of crossing the point of no return too soon.

"Now he's using his fingers. Slowly, gently. One to start. Just the tip. Yes, let her get used to it. Oh, she's tensing up. Relax, girl, deep breaths... There you go. Aha, now you like it! Pushing back against his finger, you greedy minx!"

By now her hand was under her dress. I caught a glimpse of the crease where thigh met arse, and ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the memory of her skin.

"And a second finger. This one's easier. That look on her face is pleasure. Oh no!"

"What?" I breathed.

She glanced round again. Her eyes were wide, her lips moist. "The plug slipped out of her pussy."

"A tragedy."

"He caught it on his legs." She turned back to the binoculars. Her legs were wide apart. "He's sucked it clean, and now it's pressing against her hole. Gently, my friend, gently... Don't fight it girl! Welcome it in. There it is!"

Both Allie's hands were clawing at the skin on the insides of her thighs. I leaned forward and gently raised the hem of her dress to rest on her back.

Sitting back again I admired the view. Her legs were more toned than I remembered, but still carried an enticing layer of softness. In the room's darkness, the white of her skin showed marks where her fingers had dragged over her thighs.

Her cheeks were covered by lacy knickers -- she'd never been enthusiastic about thongs. The pair she was wearing now enhanced the view rather than obstructing it, showing the curve of flesh and crack.

Allie gave no sign of noticing my move. Instead, she simply continued to narrate the happenings across the dark gulf to the other flat.

"Look at that darling kitty. Yes, my friend, stroke her. She's on her hands and knees on the bed now, her tail dangling down between her legs. Shake it, kitty-cat, shake it for us!"

She shook her own arse, as if to demonstrate.

"Our friend likes it. He's taking off his shorts. It's a bit difficult, with his cock pointing up. The elastic has caught on it. No worries though, they're off now. Hmm, nice cock." Her fingers were teasing along the edge of her knickers, where the lace met her flesh.

"Kitty likes it too. She's turned round, mouth open, still on her hands and knees. Eye contact, lovely! Slowly, slowly... Yes, take it all in. Ha, he enjoyed that! His whole body tensed up!"

There was a pause. I couldn't see from where I was sitting, but it sounded like Allie was licking her lips.

"Kitty likes sucking cock. And why shouldn't she? It's such an intimate thing, with a partner you know and trust. If you enjoy the scent of his body." Did her head move ever so slightly in my direction? It was impossible to tell in the dark. "When you trust him, and he trusts you, and he's at your mercy."

"Mercy?" The word came out with difficulty. I fought the urge to clear my throat, and swallowed hard instead.

"She's going easy on him. Teasing, coy glances. But he's in the palm of her hand. In more ways than one."

"So she's using her hands too?"

"One of them. Cupping his balls, fingers stroking further down... Ah yes, he clenched up for a moment, but now he's relaxing. I think she's massaging his hole. Sucking and massaging, he must be in heaven."

I recalled a few times Allie had given me the same treatment, and gave the unseen man a mental salute of appreciation.

"She's enjoying it as much as he is. You can't fake that." Another slight glance over her shoulder at me. "Do you know how erotic it is? Knowing that you're giving someone that pleasure, knowing that their entire universe is reduced to one place, and that place is you. Your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your finger."

Her own fingers slid under the material of her jockey. I could see the lace moving as they rubbed up and down. It was sexy to watch -- the implication rather than the actual sight -- but I decided I'd waited long enough.

I sat forward again, suppressing a curse as my swollen head caught in the folds of my trousers, and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her knickers. I rolled them down, and Allie obligingly moved her hand out of the way. Lower and lower they went, exposing first her crack, then her hole, then those pink lips that I remembered.

This close, her scent filled my nostrils. The short hairs that peeped out between her legs were plastered to her skin. It could have been sweat, but from the stickiness I guessed it was her arousal.

Allie raised a foot well before her knickers reached her ankles. She was as eager as I was for them to be off. I pulled them round her toes, then helped her other foot out too. I balled the lacy material up in my hand and held it to my face. The scent was all Allie.

Before I sat back I ran my fingers lightly over her arse. A shiver went through her, and goosepimples appeared on her skin. Taking the fingers that were still resting on the inside of her thigh, I drew them towards my mouth and sucked at the tips. She let me, then pulled them free and ran them over my lips. I gave them a last kiss and returned to my chair. "What have we missed?"

"Nothing much." I was smug to hear a breathless note in her voice. "He has his hands on her head, guiding her back and down. Doesn't seem to be forcing her, though. It's a light touch." Her own fingers were stroking the insides of her thighs again. "Just enough to let her know he's enjoying it."

"She should be able to tell without his hands." I inhaled her knickers again and felt the head of my cock tremble with pent-up excitement."

"I'm sure she can. But it's a sexy feeling."

I decided that Allie knew best. She certainly seemed to be enjoying the sight. The fingers of one hand had found their way back up to her mound and were rubbing softly. A little more pressure brought a sudden squelch, and she gave a muffled snort. "Oops."

I choked back a laugh of my own. "Don't worry. It's a happy sound."

She wiggled her arse at me in response, then went back to relaying what she saw. "He's saying something. I can guess what, from the way his arse is clenching. His face, too. Drop the fancy toy, Kitty. You'll be rewarded in other ways."

I looked forward to my reward, too.

"She's being a good kitty. A bit of pouting, but we know that's an act. Best not to rush things, he's not young anymore." Was that a smirk on her face as she looked round? If it was, I ignored it. The other chap was easily ten years older than me. Well, close enough to ten.

"His cock looks like it might burst. Actually, everything about him looks like he might explode. There's a lot of energy there. What-- ah, that's good! Throw her on her back. Drag her closer. Show her how manly you are, show her the beast she's awoken!"

This brought back more memories. Allie liked to be in control, but she also enjoyed being manhandled a bit.

"He has her with her legs over the edge of the bed. Boots just touching the floor. One of her tits has slipped free from the corset, but she's just lying with her arms over her head. He's kneeling down..."

I took another good sniff of Allie's jockey. She must have heard, because when she looked round her gaze lingered before turning back to the binoculars.

"Hands under her knees, lifting them up over his shoulders. Kissing the insides of her thighs. Slowly, getting closer... She's crossed her ankles on his back. Just to encourage him. Perhaps dig those heels into him as a hint." Allie's hand was pressing further along her mound now, almost reaching the point where I could see her moist lips, glistening with arousal in the dark.