Jane
From the small loading dock, I had an unobstructed view down the narrow laneway to the couple making out behind the skip bins. I had been playing the voyeur for about ten minutes and they were completely oblivious to the fact that they were being watched. The girl was about my age in a short skirt and crop top and the guy looked a few years older in jeans and a dress shirt. The couple had been so engaged in their passionate embrace they hadn't even noticed my arrival.
The only reason that I was down this dingy alley was because of Tiffany's teasing. Tiffany could be a real bitch at times and referred to me as "Jane the Virgin" after that dumb TV show. Both bits of the name were true, but it still irritated me whenever she said it. I thought tonight might be different as I had made a real effort. The new dress I was wearing was by far the most daring thing I had ever worn. The hemline was at least three inches shorter than anything that I had ever put on and its plunging neckline and strapless back left me feeling more exposed than I felt in a bikini. None of the bra's I owned went with the dress so in another first I went without. The dress did have some built in support that fitted my two pert little gravity defying breasts exceptionally well.
By ten o'clock all my friends had either paired off with their boyfriends or picked up some random guy in the club leaving me feeling like the perennial wallflower. My insular upbringing had contributed a lot to my chronic shyness and lack of confidence. It meant that I was unable to even talk to a male let alone flirt with one. Tiffany in one of her more callus moments told me about the laneway and what happens there after dark and indicated that I should take a good look as I might learn something.
It was shortly after that I decided to call it quits for the night and grabbed my coat for the long, lonely walk home. As I rounded the block and passed the entrance to the laneway my curiosity got the better of me. Here I was spying on the love making of two complete strangers. The guy ran one hand up her skirt while the other massaged her breast up underneath her short top. The hand inside her panties was rubbing her sex vigorously to her obvious pleasure. The scene was turning me on. I could feel a flush of moisture dampen my cotton panties. I don't recollect how my coat buttons had become undone, but my hand was now inching its way down my tummy to stroke my private places through the silky soft fabric of my new dress.
The girl zipped open his fly and started tugging on his erect penis. It was the first time I had ever seen an erection. My view was partially obscured and couldn't see much from that distance but what she was doing was having the desired effect judging from the low male moans and groans quietly reaching my ears. The scene continued to evolve as he hiked her skirt up over her hips and pulled her knickers all the way down her long legs. Forcing her up against the brick wall opposite he gently proceeded to kiss down her body until his face was buried deep in her pussy. My body betrayed me with another much bigger flush of wetness. As one hand rubbed my mound and the other gripping the safety rail at the edge of the loading dock to keep myself stable. All I could think of was how I wish it were me getting eaten out like that as a mini orgasm rocked my body.
So intent was my focus on the events in front of me that I didn't even hear the door open behind me. It was only when he spoke that I realised that someone was there.
"You must be the new girl. Good you're early. It's busy and we have customers waiting."
Startled at the sound of his voice. I spun around quickly to find a big bruiser of a man invading my personal space. He had a confidence about him indicating that he knew how to handle himself in any given situation and you wouldn't want to be on his wrong side. I had just been caught touching myself in public watching another couple make out. My heart felt like it was trying to thump its way out of my chest and my brain was going a million miles a second. I was frozen in place. My mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. Unable to say anything I simply took in a massive gulp of air causing my head to bob.
"Good. Let's see if you are presentable."
Without warning he grabbed my coat and pulled it back off my shoulders revealing the full front of my dress with its low-cut cleavage.
"The dress is OK, and your tits look pretty good if a bit on the small side."
