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  WATCHING ME,

  WATCHING YOU

  A collection of twenty erotic stories

  Edited by Gwennan Thomas

  Published by Xcite Books Ltd – 2013

  ISBN 9781908766182

  Copyright © Xcite Books Ltd 2013

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

  Contents

  As Seen Through Windows Giselle Renarde

  The Breaking Point Veronica Wilde

  Cheaters Never Prosper Landon Dixon

  Temptation Lives Next Door Beverly Langland

  Who’s Watching Who? J R Roberts

  Deliberate Display Abigail Thornton

  The Convent Girls’ Tale Marlene Yong

  Going Native John McKeown

  Laundry Day Sommer Marsden

  Private Performance Lucy Felthouse

  Showtime Alex Jordaine

  Escape at Erotica Philippa Blaise

  Coming Attractions Landon Dixon

  Watch and Learn Chloe Richmond

  Skimpy Scarlett Blue

  Your Ultimate Fantasy Elizabeth Coldwell

  Between Friends Roxy Martin

  The Watcher Catelyn Cash

  Cheating Made Easy Lynn Lake

  Come Underground Demelza Hart

  As Seen Through Windows

  by Giselle Renarde

  Every morning when I wake up, I open the curtains over my bed and then I let out a big sigh and fall back into my pillows. That’s my morning routine. Doesn’t matter what the weather’s like. Could be raining, sunny, sleeting, snowing. I sigh every morning because I don’t want to get up.

  There are a lot of days when I call in sick even though I’m not physically ill. I don’t do anything fun on those days off. I just stay in bed, under a few cosy layers of blankets. Sometimes I sit up and watch the day go by. I live in a condo complex, and when I look out my bedroom window, I see a lot of other bedroom windows. Living room windows too, but the bedrooms are more interesting.

  There’s a courtyard between my building and the next, so if I look straight down I see the tops of a few young trees. I wonder if I’ll live here long enough to see them grow all the way up to my floor and obscure my view of the building across the way. On the one hand, it would be nice to look outside and see leaves, hear birds, all that. On the other hand, I’d never see Dirk and Shola ever again.

  Dirk and Shola probably aren’t their real names. “Dirk” just seems appropriate for the big black man over there because he looks like he’s got a good sense of humour, and Dirk is a funny name. I call the woman Shola because her long waves of auburn hair remind me of a woman I used to work with whose name was also Shola. I have no idea what their real names are. Those are just the ones I bestowed upon them one day while I was watching them fuck.

  And now I’ve revealed way too much about myself. Yes, I’m the kind of girl who enjoys spying. It’s not like I’ll go out of my way to do it, but if I happen to glance out the window and the shadows across our buildings fall so there’s no glare, and if I happen to spot through those glareless windows a couple going at it? Well, I’m not going to look away. But, really, who would?

  I don’t think Dirk and Shola live together. From what I’ve observed, the condo is hers and he only comes for the odd visit, always during the day. Shola never closes the blinds (in fact, I don’t think she has any blinds) so I often watch her in the evenings. At night, when our condo units are all illuminated from within, it’s much easier to see what people are up to. I sit in the dark sometimes, just watching her. It’s not that she’s doing anything particularly interesting, but it sort of feels like having company. Like having a friend.

  In a sense, I spend my evenings with Shola. I very rarely go out, and neither does she. If I had to guess, I’d say she works from home, something involving her computer. She doesn’t get out of bed until mid-morning, or later, but once she’s up she’s on that laptop morning, noon, and night. She gets her bowl of cereal, sits down on the couch, and balances her laptop on her knees while she eats. I’ve even seen her take that thing into the bathroom. She must be a really hard worker. Although, I suspect she spends some time on YouTube, because I often see her laughing the way I do when I’m watching crazy cat clips.

  I also think she spends a bit of time on porn sites, because … well, first of all, she never really gets dressed. Shola usually wears something slinky around the house, like a silk negligee, or even something more adventurous like a corset. Maybe it helps her concentrate to be so bound up. She has one corset-type outfit that’s a lovely shade of purple, with lace up the front and matching panties. Usually, she’ll wear stockings too, since the corset has garters hanging off the bottom. It never takes her long to get “dressed”, but she always ends up looking very well put together.

  The reason I think she sometimes watches porn is that I’ll often see her set down her laptop on the coffee table. She’ll stand up and slide off her panties, then sit back down and straddle the computer, in a sense, just open her legs to it. The first few times I saw her do this, I wished I had a better view. That’s why I bought myself a good pair of binoculars.

  She starts slow, rubbing her naked mound in smooth, sweeping circles. If I’m in the right mood, I’ll even join in. Shola is a beautiful woman, and watching her touch herself always sparks a forgotten arousal in me. I watch her work her clit with her fingertips, round and round. Her pussy is so wet it glistens. Mine isn’t quite there, but I work at it, holding the binoculars with one hand, flicking my clit with the other.

  I don’t get off – I haven’t had an orgasm since I was in my twenties – but that’s not really the point. I love watching Shola dance her fingers around her pussy, slapping her clit every so often and gasping in response. She has a drawer full of toys. Sometimes she’ll turn on one of her vibrators, press it to her clit, and come pretty much right away. Her face contorts beautifully as she comes. I almost think I can hear her across the courtyard, even though both our windows are closed and she’s rather far away.

  Other times, she’ll place a dildo on the couch and straddle it. She works her clit while she lowers herself down on the thing. She takes her time because the fake cock is massive. Shola must be incredibly wet to take on a dildo that size in one smooth motion. I’d love to touch her pussy one day. I bet it would feel soft and welcoming, and so moist her juice would drip all the way down my arm. Something tells me she’d be tight too, but that wouldn’t stop me wanting to shove my whole fist inside of her. She’s beautiful, and so is her cunt.

  I sigh as I watch her ride that big dildo. She works her clit while she’s bouncing, and I watch her pussy devour the thing. It’s purple, just like her corset. She rides it like a cock, like a man. She rides it the same way she rides Dirk, when he’s around.

  But I’ve noticed that Shola always folds her laptop down when Dirk is on his way up. If I’m home watching, like I am today, and I see her answer the phone, I can tell right away if it’s him ringing up from down in the lobby. He doesn’t have a key of his own, apparently – another sure sign that the two don’t live together. I know it’s him because I see the way she looks around. She always glances at her computer first, and she usually closes it before she does anything else. After that,
she tidies dishes, mail, whatever’s lying around. That’s about all she gets around to before he knocks on her door.

  Shola stands behind her door while she opens it. I would assume that’s because she doesn’t want any neighbours who happen to be passing by in the hallway to see her so scantily clad. Every time I see her do that, I feel a little guilty in the pit of my stomach. I’m a neighbour and I’m watching her live and eat and work and get off – on her own and with Dirk. Would Shola be embarrassed if she knew? She probably would be, and I feel bad about it, but not bad enough to stop watching.

  When Shola closes the door, Dirk looks her up and down. I see his lips moving, and I imagine he’s saying, ‘Mmm-mmm, you look fine!’ That’s what I would say if I were him.

  Shola smiles and pulls him into the bedroom. He kicks off his shoes en route. He’s dressed in a security uniform, as always, and it suddenly occurs to me that he might be the guard for Shola’s building. That makes perfect sense! It’s just after noon. He probably comes up on his lunch hour for a bit of afternoon delight, then goes back to work after. I wonder if he’s married. I don’t see a ring on his finger, but you never know. Maybe after work he heads home to his wife and kids. Maybe Shola is just his bit on the side. That would explain why he never stays the night.

  I wonder how they met. I wonder how this thing started between them. One of life’s great mysteries, I suppose.

  She pushes him down on the bed and he lets her. She unbuttons his shirt, then unzips his pants. She does all the work, getting him undressed. I’ve seen Dirk naked many, many times, but I always get antsy at this stage. I want Shola to move faster, show me what’s underneath those familiar layers of clothing.

  His skin is dark, like polished wood. She licks his chest and I see him groan. I feel it in me. I wonder if she’ll ride him today. Usually, that’s what she does. I think Dirk likes it when someone else is in charge. If they were performing solely for my viewing pleasure, I’d rather see him take her from behind, pound that firm cock into her juicy cunt over and over, then pull out and spray thick ropes of come all up her back. That would be my preference.

  But I’m not calling the shots. They are.

  Dirk says something, and Shola laughs, nods, rifles through her underwear drawer. She holds up two silk scarves, and he bounces his feet against the mattress. She looks around like she’s not sure, and then sheepishly digs something out of her closet. When she gets near enough to the window, I can see that it’s a length of rope. Dirk grins from ear to ear, nodding, making some joke, I imagine, like, ‘Oh you just happen to have one of those, huh?’

  First, Shola secures his feet to the bedframe. She pulls tight and he jerks back, like he’s surprised that she knows what she’s doing. I can see his mind reeling.

  Next, Shola uses the silk scarves to tie Dirk’s wrists to the headboard. When he’s totally strung up, he looks like an X on her bed. She gazes at him inquisitively, one hand on her hip, the other supporting her chin in mid-air. Shola’s mind is reeling too. She’s wondering what she should do with him.

  Dirk says something, and the tension between them is broken. Shola climbs into bed and sets herself between his spread feet. His cock sticks straight up in the air, but she doesn’t grab for it. Instead, she licks him. She starts at his ankle, and he watches her work her way up past his knee. She bites his thigh and he grins. Then she looks up at him and they share a moment, and I watch as it all plays out.

  He must think she’s about to suck his cock. That’s what I would be thinking if I were him. But Shola starts over on his other ankle, licking a smooth trail up to his thigh. When she gets close to his dick, she stops. She bypasses his erection and licks his belly, working her way up to his nipples. I watch her flicking them with her velvety, pink tongue, one and then the other. Then she sucks and he smiles.

  After his nipples, she veers toward his neck and nibbles there, working her way up to his full lips. Just as she’s about to kiss him, though, she pulls away and smirks. They converse back and forth, both chuckling, and then Shola straddles Dirk’s face by manoeuvring her calves underneath his shoulders.

  Shola’s thigh is blocking my view of her mound and his mouth, but it’s crystal clear what’s happening. She’s hovering over him. He’s licking her clit. Long, slow strokes, I bet. That’s the one thing I miss about partnered sex: the sensation of someone else’s tongue on my pussy. There’s nothing else in the world that can replicate that sensation. I know they make little sex toys and vibrator attachments that look like tongues, but how could that possibly feel the same as warm, wet flesh on flesh?

  I bet Dirk enjoys eating pussy. I bet he loves the taste of Shola’s cunt. If I had to guess, I’d say she tastes musky and sweet and tangy and a little sour. Imagine if I could sneak into her apartment right now. You know what I’d do? First off, I’d put on one of her corsets and a pair of her panties. They’d be too small on me, of course, but that’s half the appeal. I’d feel the elastic of her thong digging into my belly and my thighs, hugging my pussy and rubbing against my asshole. Her corset would suck in my gut and bring my boobs jutting forward. I’d barely be able to breathe, but that just might bring me closer to orgasm. If I could only use half my lung capacity, I would come or I’d pass out trying.

  If Shola were riding Dirk’s face like she is right now, I would climb in behind her. I’d straddle Dirk’s big body, but I’d press my front against Shola’s back. I’d feel the sizzle of her skin where my boobs were bare. I’d rub up against her until they burst out the front of the corset, and then my nipples would harden against her back. I don’t think I’d “do” anything, like fuck Dirk or demand satisfaction. I think I’d just reach around Shola’s body and play with her tits while Dirk licked her pussy. We’d bring her to orgasm together.

  If Dirk wasn’t around and I was alone with Shola, that would be a different story. I would love to feel her tongue on my clit. There’s something about her that makes me think she’d be great at eating pussy. I would sit on her couch and open my legs. She’d kneel between them and hold my thighs apart. The sight of that pretty face diving at my mound would probably reawaken my capacity for orgasm, and the sensation of her warm tongue would surely put me over the edge. I can’t imagine being with her and not coming.

  But it doesn’t bother me to see Shola with Dirk. After all, we’re only close in fantasyland. In real life, she wouldn’t know me from a hole in the ground. Anyway, I like watching her receive pleasure, whether it’s from herself, from porn, or from good old Dirk. He seems to do a pretty good job of getting her off, anyway. I wish I could see his tongue as he licks her, but her reaction says it all. Her eyes roll in her head, and she leans back so far her long hair dances against Dirk’s erection. She turns her head like she’s trying to reach it. She sticks out her tongue, but she can’t quite get there, can’t quite lick him.

  When Shola pulls herself to standing, then awkwardly steps away from Dirk, I catch sight of his face and tremors run through me. His chin and cheeks are glistening with Shola’s pussy juice. I can’t tell you how I envy him. He licks his lips and I lick mine, hoping to taste my favourite girl. All I taste is cherry Chapstick, but I know what Dirk’s got on his tongue. He’s got Shola.

  She turns full around with her legs spread on either side of his wide chest. Bowing down on top of him, she grabs his cock with both hands and shoves her pussy in his face. They’re sixty-nining with her on top. I bet Dirk would just love to take that great ass of Shola’s in his hands and squeeze, but she’s secured him too firmly to the bedposts. He isn’t going anywhere.

  Pumping his big shaft in her two hands, Shola licks Dirk’s cockhead. I can feel his reaction, even across the courtyard. I almost can’t imagine what it would be like to have a dick, but I try. Whenever I’m watching Shola devour Dirk’s erections, I always think how it would feel to drive it down someone’s throat, or lie back like Dirk and let Shola go to town on me. The warmth of her mouth must make him crazy.

  Dirk’s movi
ng more now than he was before. His feet and his hands are rattling the bed. I bet he’s grunting and slurping as he works Shola’s clit. I bet he’s holding back as well. He probably wants to come already, after all the build-up.

  Shola pulls away from his mouth again. She crawls down the bed without looking back, and collapses on his dick. I gaze from the junction of their bodies to the expression on Shola’s face. Her eyes are clenched shut. I bet it hurts. He’s so big.

  She can’t really move in that position, so she turns around until she’s straddling him but facing him too. When their gazes meet, they both smile. They say something and laugh. It’s adorable. Then Shola sets her palms down on his chest and starts riding him slowly. I bet she’s brushing her clit against his pelvis. Her pussy’s probably pulpy and throbbing after feeling the wrath of Dirk’s tongue.

  I wish she would take off her corset now. I want to see her breasts swinging while she fucks him, but it’s not up to me. Would Dirk like to see her tits, I wonder? Not that he’d be able to touch them. His hands are still bound over his head.

  Shola works hard and fast. I watch her bum jiggle as she rides him. She’s amazing, this woman. The pleasure she’s giving Dirk is right there on his face. He doesn’t hide a thing.

  I can only imagine how tight her pussy must be, and how it might feel when she hugs his cock with it. She picks up speed and Dirk throws his head side to side. He’s coming. I can see it not only in his face, but in the way his body writhes and hops. He’s coming, and so is she. She stops moving and straightens up, rubbing her clit with her whole hand, up and down, frenzied motions. They’re coming together. You always hear that people don’t do that in real life, but Shola and Dirk do. All the time.

  Once she’s untied him, they lie together on the bed and talk. I wish I could hear what they’re saying. Maybe I should learn to read lips. Of maybe, if I knew, I wouldn’t like them so much any more. Who knows? Maybe they’re horrible people.