Hey David, that thing we talked about, are you still up for it? Send me your address. Time? Will you be alone?
Yeah? Cool. Looking forward to it.
Ah, there's the street, what number again? I check the scribble note on the dash. I pull up down the street a little, and walk back to his place. Might as well be discreet. Oh look, a condo with what looks like a communal pool. Nice. Good for the kids, and must be nice for the neighbours too, pleasant scenery with a bit of luck.
Just push the door open and shout, he'd said, I'll hear you. So I do. But I don't shout, because I've heard a noise. A noise I'm familiar with.
Alone, huh?
He's not alone. Not alone at all.
I duck back into the entry hall where I'm hidden in shadow, not that these two are going to see me. Oh no. Facing away from me, I recognise the shape of David's back, but only from the cut of his hair. I've never seen the guy naked, I've never seen him in anything but chinos and a plain shirt, but here he is front of me, butt naked. I immediately see his gesture, fuck it's more than gesture, it's unbelievable articulation. His body is curved in two extremes; his head is arched back and I see the veins in his neck, thick and strained. Even from behind, I can't see his face, but I know, I just know, that his eyes are closed in ecstasy or agony. It's so difficult to tell the difference sometimes. His head arched back, the tendons on his neck are tight right down to his back and arms.
The moan, my god, the moan of pleasure from the woman, "Fuuccck, fuucck mee." I can smell her pleasure from across the room, that high sweet scent of sex, pussy and the sweat of a well fucked woman. My nostrils flare, breathing her in.
And the other tension, I did not expect this either. The cheeks of David's ass are like hard balls of muscle, tightening and clenching with his rhythmic pump, pump, thrusting his groin against...
I feel my cock thickening in my jeans. I shift my weight from one leg to the other to ease up some space in the tight cloth, but I know the inevitable is creeping in on me, which means something will need to be done. I can wait a while. My cock feels good, pressing against the tight cloth. I brush the sensitive inside of my wrist against the denim, that soft inch of skin that's nearly as soft as the skin on my plum red cock head. It feels good. My nipples are tight on my chest, that beautiful familiar ache I get when my body's nerves all start to join up.
My vision sharpens, and again I smell cunt, liquorice, sweet and dark. And musk, is that the added spice of a sweating, clenching ass? I know it immediately, she's fingered, one finger, two fingers, up his ass. He's pounding her because she's filled his ass and taken it away. That's why he's clenching his ass cheeks so tight, he's trying to keep that filled right up feeling, but he's empty.
She's not empty. And she's tiny, bent forward over the kitchen table, and he's pounding her cunt like a dog, fuck, fuck, the slap of his thighs against her round ass cheeks. David has mentioned he's got a little wife, but he's never said just how little she is. David isn't that tall, not compared to me, but powering into this doll of a woman, he's huge.
She's leaning forward, bent over the table, her breasts flattened on the table top. Her legs, tightly muscled and straining, are taut and firm, lengthened by the high heels she's got on, black heels with a red sole. Click click on the pavement, women wear their red soled shoes so men know the colour is the same as their inner lips, up the crotch of their business skirt or the just too short dress they keep tugging down. Their fuck me heels. I brush my hand against my nipples, and undo a button. My nipples ache, my cock feels so thick.
The little doll of a woman is gripping the edge of the table with both hands to give her leverage against David's thumping fuck. She's wearing black nylons, one leg rolled down to just below her knee, the other still high up on her thigh, a wide band of black against her pale skin.
I move back against the wall, leaning against it, and I reach for the belt of my jeans, to ease the pressure on my cock. But the buckle of the belt knocks against the wall, and she's in between moans, and she hears it. I grab the buckle to stop its movement, and at the same time she looks up, looking straight ahead. I realise that she's facing a window looking out over a small courtyard, and the movement of my hand caught her eye. She can see my reflection!
David is still fucking hard into his wife, but she's not moving, she's looking at my reflection in the glass. She looks at me for a good five, ten seconds, and then I see in her reflection, a tiny smile. We've seen each other. She places her head down on the table, and I see her relax, lose the tension in her body. David senses the difference, she's not resisting him, not fighting him any more. He slows, and I see him sink deeper into her pussy. She's sucking him in now, opening up her body to him and urging him deeper. He leans forward and covers her back, and his fuck is slower, less frantic. She reaches around his ass, and places her little hands on his tight cheeks, and pulls him into her.
David is slumped over her back, covering her completely, his head down on her shoulder. She looks up, and in the glass reflection she's looking straight at me, looking straight into my mirrored eyes. I'm holding the thick bulge in my groin now, one hand cupping my thickness. With my other hand I undo the buttons of my shirt, and pull it out of the waist of my jeans. Then I see her hands move quite deliberately to the cheeks of David's ass and she pulls the cheeks wide, showing me the darker shadow of his crack. She slowly lifts one hand from his ass and makes a circle with her forefinger and her thumb. And with her other hand she completes the gesture, and finger fucks the circle. Her meaning is obvious.
