The night was late, and quiet. Everyone was asleep in her house as Ali put the DVD in the player under the modest TV at the foot of her bed. She lay back on top of the comfy brown doona to see what this mystery movie was all about. Her husband was off on a fishing trip with his mates for the weekend and had left a DVD in a blank case covered in red rose petals sitting on her pillow.
What he hadn't realised was that Ali was having her friend Cloud over for a little girl time tonight. While they started off the Friday night slowly flipping through magazines and listening to music things turned rowdy when they got back from dinner at the pizzeria. Between the two of them they had finished nearly 3 bottles of champagne and after an hour of dancing and singing to pink and the Back Street Boys the result of Cloud passed out on the lounge downstairs was inevitable. While Ali herself was by far the better at handling the alcohol all those bubbles had definitely gone to her head and when she stumbled into her room and saw the surprise her curiosity was peaked. As she lay back Ali checked to make sure the door was shut and pressed play on the remote.
There was a naked woman sitting on a lounge. She was very pretty, and looked to be in her twenties. She was touching herself. Ali watched as she smooshed her breasts together and gently squeezed her nipples. She seemed to be enjoying it immensely. An authoritative voice started to speak, he was describing her fantasies. The woman then brought her hands down to her hairless vagina and began to slide her finger up and down her wet slit. The camera started to pull back, and there were two beautiful young girls on the floor in front of her, naked, kissing and fondling each other. Doing exactly what the deep voice was describing as the woman's fantasy.
The movie went on, the voice giving play by play commentary on what the two girls were doing, as the beautiful mystery woman continued to masturbate. She had never seriously thought of herself as bisexual, but the sight of it all got Ali very excited and her breathing quickened noticeably. Watching the woman touch herself so sensually was getting her aroused. It was voyeur, being able to spy on someone in their most intimate moments, and get into their head. She had often wondered what other people thought about when they masturbated and now there was a voice telling her exactly what the woman was thinking as she touched herself.
Gradually more people started to fill the room, as more of her fantasies were brought into play. There was a muscular black man getting his big cock sucked by a gorgeous young blonde girl, and in a corner another beautiful woman passionately rode what the narrator described as a sybian machine like it was a wild bronco. Ali had never even heard of a sybian but from the look on the woman's face she wanted to try it. Back on the lounge the woman was now dipping her fingers in and out of her vagina, stopping only to rub furiously on her clit while pinching her nipples with the other hand. Her face was wrenched in glorious pleasure, and Ali loved the abandon she saw in those eyes.
It may have been the alcohol, or the fact it felt so naughty but Ali felt her own excitement build, and she couldn't contain herself any longer. Clumsily she stripped naked and laid back on her bed, watching as the woman fucked herself with her hand. While beginning to touch herself, Ali imagined that she was part of this woman's fantasy, and she was hers, and they were fucking themselves for each other.
The exciting thought of someone, a woman, watching her was making Ali's head spin with lust. If only her husband were here. She knew she would do anything he wanted right now. She felt a climax building inside of her, more powerful than ever before and she began to mimic the woman on the screen. She pulled her fingers from her wet pussy and started to lick them. Ali did the same. The new taste of her own juices in her mouth made her feel even dirtier. She had never tasted anything so arousing.
Again watching the screen Ali pretended that she was licking the juices from the woman's fingers and she from her own. Her whole body was covered by a thin layer of sweat, and she began to shake, becoming aware of every part of her body right down to her toes. Every part of her seemed to be gathering pleasure and directing it towards her pussy. Ali wanted to come for this woman. Ali needed the woman to see her cum for her.
She was completely lost in her fantasy and arousal, on the verge of cumming when Ali dropped her head to the side and caught a glimpse of Cloud standing in the doorway.
"Oh no, Cloud!" Ali cried. She had been so engrossed in the movie she hadn't even noticed the door slowly open or the slight frame silhouetted by the faint hallway light.
Ali felt her whole body become flushed with embarrassment, as she fumbled to turn off the television and cover herself at the same time. Her happy drunkenness disappearing as she wished at that moment the bed would have swallowed her up.
"Cloud what are you doing? Please leave! PLEASE!" she began to shout. Feeling almost on the edge of tears until she saw her friend's hand sliding up her flat belly from the pink boxers she had lent her.
They stood in silence for a moment examining each other before Cloud broke the tension. "You're so hot Ali. And what you're watching was amazing. I'm sorry I intruded but I couldn't help myself."
