Watching Me, Watching You Read online

  As usual, impure thoughts filled Alison’s head but this time, perhaps, they were justified. She stood transfixed as she watched the girl lazily snake a hand inside the waistband of her briefs. Her raging heart silenced as she willed Lucy to slip it in further – her dream scenario had come true, her vigilance finally reaping rewards. Lucy seemingly did Alison’s bidding, pausing only to sit up and quickly check the coast was clear before relaxing back onto the lounger to resume her exploration. Alison sought her own throbbing clitoris, pinching the nubbin between two fingers in an effort to quell her passion, but all she achieved was further arousal. Enthralled, she moved her fingers in unison with the girl’s, eyes fixed, imagining the soft feel of Lucy’s wet flesh.

  Unfortunately, the fantasy was all too brief. Alison heard a voice call from her neighbour’s open doorway and Lucy withdrew her hand and sat bolt upright. A young man came into the garden and the two set to talking. After the euphoria of moments earlier, Alison’s heart felt suddenly leaden. Was this the boyfriend? Was this the person over whom Lucy had been fantasising? Alison could not watch any longer. She hated imagining Lucy with anyone, let alone such a brash-looking boy. It was time for a shower, Alison decided. Time to purge herself once again, to finish what she had started during that brief moment when she and Lucy had connected in the most primitive of ways.

  Somewhat relieved, Alison got out of the shower and started towelling herself, then an unexpected knock on the door sent her scurrying to answer it. It was probably the postie – a dark-haired woman whom Alison had been (optimistically) chatting up. She opened the door wearing only her short robe. Young Lucy stood in the porch in all her glory. Alison couldn’t quite suppress her surprise. The girl looked at her with those green eyes and she blushed. She felt as if she had been caught shoplifting – or worse.

  ‘Lucy!’

  ‘May I come in, Ali?’

  ‘Yes, yes, of course.’

  This was the first time Alison had been alone with Lucy in quite a while. The studio was a mess, but she was more concerned about her state of undress. She couldn’t stop those wicked thoughts creeping back into her head one at a time until it was running riot with them. Her whole body started tingling, her nipples in particular tightening to taut, hard bullets beneath the terrycloth. Lucy had slipped a T‑shirt and short wraparound skirt on over her bikini. On her dainty feet she wore pink flip-flops, with her toenails painted to match. She strode straight into Alison’s domain.

  In just a few short years and before Alison’s eyes, Lucy had grown into a confident and forthright young woman – perhaps a little too demanding, another detail Alison conveniently left out of her fantasies.

  Lucy came straight to the point of her visit. ‘Ali, I’m feeling randy, and since I’m leaving tomorrow, I thought it time we stopped playing games and got down to it.’

  Alison quickly checked the empty hallway then closed the door. ‘What games?’

  ‘Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You watching me tease you. You want to jump my bones. I’m curious. So …’

  Poor Alison was stunned into silence. Her sordid little world had been laid bare in one statement, leaving her exposed – she was actually shaking with fright. She didn’t move. She couldn’t do anything. Lucy stepped close, reminding her just how tall she had grown. Even in her flat-soled flip-flops, she was almost a head taller.

  Lucy placed her hands on each side of the older woman’s cheeks, forcing her to look directly into those green eyes. ‘That was an invitation, silly. Anyone else would have been in my knickers by now.’

  She didn’t move away and Alison could feel that lithe body pressed against her own. Just the smell of the girl sent shivers down her spine. She had just been given an open invitation, but could she cross that line?

  An agonising few moments of hesitation followed but, in the end, Alison could not resist Lucy’s soft, sweet mouth. She stood on her tiptoes until their lips were almost touching, waiting to see if the girl would back away. She didn’t. They kissed. Not a French kiss, but enough of a kiss for the two of them to angle their heads. It was short-lived, yet loaded with passion. The girl’s lips were heavenly, everything Alison had imagined.

  They kissed again. Lucy was inexperienced at tongue-play, a little awkward even, but she was participating, kissing back. They broke apart, breathless. What now? The older woman stood trancelike as the girl slowly undid the ties of her robe and pulled the loose ends apart, fully exposing her breasts. They swayed, with tight knots for nipples. Alison loved the way Lucy seemed mesmerized by them – and, to be fair, she did have good breasts for a woman of her age. Lucy traced a line around a nipple with her fingernail. ‘Ali, I’ve never been with a woman …’

  Oh God, Lucy’s innocence was turning Alison’s pussy to mush. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll show you how.’

  Her words sounded corny. They were corny. The whole situation was like something out of a bad porn movie. This was crazy. Or at least, Alison was acting crazy. She should send Lucy home to her mother – or back to the boyfriend or to another girl so she could experiment with someone her own age. Once again, though, the temptation proved too great. Alison could not abandon this opportunity. She wanted nothing more than to draw the girl to her breast, to have Lucy suckle while she held her angel in her arms. But Lucy stepped away, leaving her vulnerable, embarrassed, desperate to cover herself back up. Was the girl toying with her? Had she come to play some sort of cruel joke?

  ‘What do you want, Lucy?’ asked Alison.

  ‘Something to remember you by. A memento.’

  ‘Of course, sweetheart. Anything! What kind of a something were you thinking of?’

  ‘Well –’ Lucy’s beautiful green eyes held the older woman’s gaze, making Alison’s heart skip a beat ‘– I’d like … no, I want to watch you masturbate.’

  ‘Pardon?’ Surely Alison couldn’t have heard her right? Instinctively, she looked around, uncertain of what she expected to find. The police? A hidden camera? She had spent so long sneaking around that she couldn’t shrug off the awful feeling of wrongdoing. ‘Say again, honey?’

  ‘Oh, you’re so funny, Ms Thornton! You should see your face!’ the girl giggled.

  Alison didn’t need to look in the mirror. She felt her cheeks burn hot, flushed red from embarrassment, from guilt. A sense of dread, of horror filled her. What did Lucy really know about her? Had she seen her at the window – watching day after day? Lucy’s gaze drifted from Alison’s face to her breasts, and the woman realised Lucy was sizing her up. Alison took in a deep breath as if her heart had stopped and she had only just realised it. She didn’t know what to do or say.

  In the end, Lucy broke the awkward silence. ‘You will do it, won’t you, Alison?’ Alison forced herself to look at the young woman. To her recollection, that was the first time Lucy had used her first name in full, rather than calling her “Ali”, and she’d made it sound so sensuous. She wanted to hear Lucy mouth the syllables again and again and again. The dread built in her once again, but this time for a different reason. Alison knew she would do anything for this girl, even if that meant … She shook her head. The idea was outrageous, preposterous! ‘Why would you ask such a thing of me?’

  ‘Why? Because you’re always watching me and I thought it only fair. I know what a voyeur is, but what does it feel like to watch? I have the hots for you, Ali. When I was touching myself earlier, I was imagining you standing at the window playing with yourself. You were masturbating while you watched me?’

  There seemed no point in lying. Lucy appeared to have her neighbour’s modus operandi figured out – and this was Alison’s fantasy come true, after all. ‘Yes.’

  ‘That’s so fucking cool! No one has ever had the hots for me before!’

  ‘I don’t for one moment believe that.’

  ‘Well, no one I like, anyway. I like you, Alison. Enough to walk into your nasty lesbian lair all alone.’

  ‘Is that how people think of me, as a
nasty lesbian?’

  ‘What do you think? You’re a predator, Alison. You prey on young women.’

  ‘Please, I am not a predator! What I do is harmless. Unforgivable, but harmless.’

  ‘That’s a shame. I was hoping the nasty lesbian would eat me. You do want to eat me, don’t you, Alison?’

  Lucy’s green eyes were dancing again. She was obviously enjoying teasing her prying neighbour, leaving Alison feeling utterly helpless. Lucy used her perfect smile with devastating precision, knowing the effect it had on people. Alison had played this scene out many times in her head, only in her version she had done the seducing. In reality, Lucy had the upper hand – a simple case of supply and demand, and what Lucy was seemingly offering Alison was priceless. The words came painfully slowly from Alison’s mouth. ‘Yes, sweetheart. I’d like to eat you very much.’

  ‘So, let’s play! You show me yours, and I’ll …’ Lucy was stepping out of her bikini bottoms, letting her skirt fall back from those smooth, long legs to reveal a glimpse of inner thigh. It might have been only a game to her, but for Alison, it was the pinnacle of her life! Lucy tossed the warm briefs to the older woman. ‘Sniff these if it’ll help.’

  Christ, the girl was relentless. Hadn’t she embarrassed Alison enough for one day? Yet, Alison didn’t care about the humiliation, deliberate or otherwise. The red-faced woman was too excited to care about little things like shame, too aroused to think about consequences. She felt as if she was in heaven and she had her angel with her. An angel who had just removed her bikini bra and sat in an armchair, awaiting her next move. Alison couldn’t take her eyes from Lucy’s pert breasts, the rose-brushed nipples standing proud. She had to resist the urge to run over to the chair, to fall to her knees and take those firm mounds in her hands, to taste of the forbidden fruit. She knew Lucy wouldn’t give herself so easily, not until Alison had performed for her entertainment. And what Lucy wanted, Lucy usually got, and with interest.

  Alison sat on the edge of the sofa bed, an air of expectation hanging in the small room. She had no idea how to proceed in front of this girl. She was aroused, but her mind was a swirl of emotion. Then she remembered Lucy’s briefs. She held them to her nose and breathed in deeply, letting the girl’s musk fill her senses. The image of the young woman with her hand inside these same briefs came to mind. Alison had been so turned on watching, and she was turned on now remembering. She lifted her feet onto the bed and parted her legs, the towelling falling away revealing her wet, horny, sex. Exposing herself to Lucy sent a shiver down Alison’s spine. Even in her wildest fantasy, she hadn’t felt this good – and as yet, she hadn’t even touched the object of her affection.

  Knowing Lucy’s eyes were on her caused the tingle in Alison’s belly to grow. She shifted her weight, opening her legs wider, allowing the cool air to engulf her pussy. The natural red of her hair sat in tight curls, her labia already glistening with the evidence of her excitement. Alison did nothing for a moment, hoping that she could perhaps turn the tables and tease Lucy, but that idea failed from the outset. Lucy would always have the upper hand, and anyway, Alison revelled in the notion of being in the girl’s thrall. Alison touched herself, like she had done countless times before, rubbing her fingers over her sex until the tips of them were slick with honey – until they started to glide and almost take a life of their own.

  Lucy’s eyes initially grew wide while she watched, her knowing smile broadening. Alison tried to smile in return but suspected her effort looked more like a grimace, for her fingers seemed set to fast-forward. She had wanted to play out the scene slowly, but these events, like the rest of her sleazy little life, seemed out of her control. The slow circling of her clitoris she had intended quickly grew in pace until Alison found herself trapped in a spiral of desire that threatened to suck her under. Lucy was idly swinging her knee outwards, revealing and hiding her crotch. The promise of what lay between that deep valley drove Alison on. Once again, she put Lucy’s briefs to her face, closing her eyes, immersing herself completely in the fragrance. Lust overcome her as the scent once again filled her head. The circling of her fingers became rough strokes, getting shorter and shorter …

  When Alison opened her eyes again, she saw Lucy rubbing her clitoris. Her legs were spread wide and the blonde hair Alison had expected to see wasn’t there. The girl had shaved. Her pussy was completely smooth and all the more enticing for her efforts. She looked so innocent, unused, radiant in every way – so perfect. Almost dreamy, at least through Alison’s lust-fogged eyes. Yet, the sight of her lewdly touching herself was more than the older woman could take and a thunderous climax overtook her. The agony and bliss seemed to last for minutes and every time Alison managed to reopen her eyes to gaze at Lucy playing with herself, she hit another peak.

  Finally, Alison’s spasms started to subside. Her whole body tingled with the afterglow of her orgasm but now, looking at Lucy eyeing her hungrily, she realised that she hadn’t finished her supplication. Lucy’s eyes were smoking with desire – adult desire – and Alison could wait no longer. She slid to the floor and padded across the empty space between them on all fours. She paused at Lucy’s feet to kiss her delicate toes. She wanted to devour her completely from the bottom up but as always, Alison’s impatience won. Anyway, she had a greater goal in mind, a prize she relished more than any other, and that prize was ultimately within her grasp at last. Alison kissed her way up Lucy’s calves, laying siege to the underside of her knees for a moment, then slowly – agonisingly slowly – along the girl’s soft inner thighs.

  Lucy lay back in the armchair and accepted her worshipper’s kisses as if she were due them by right. In Alison’s eyes she was a goddess – one who had willingly mounted the pedestal placed before her. Doubtless, there would be other worshippers in years to come, but Alison took great pleasure in knowing she was the first – well, the first woman at least. Lucy’s exposed pussy was too great a temptation. She was making slow, lazy circles on the girl’s inner thighs, inching closer to her sex, but its odour was intoxicating. Alison was drunk on the heady fragrance. She could not wait. She had to taste her angel.

  Lucy parted her legs further, allowing Alison to place a hand against her bared pussy – it felt so warm and wet. Alison licked her fingers, tasting. She wanted more of the nectar so she spread Lucy’s sex until the girl’s clitoris emerged, hard and round like a precious pearl. She lowered her mouth to the nubbin, the tip of her tongue reaching out to touch the juicy pink flesh for the first time. She didn’t apply pressure, so as not to enter the moist folds, but simply tasted the honey of which she had so often dreamed. Lucy tensed slightly, an involuntary action, and her ragged breathing, that had seemingly filled the studio, stilled for the moment.

  After the rushed pace of what had gone before, Alison wanted to slow things down, to savour every moment – but Lucy’s erect clitoris was right in front of her eyes, glistening as bright as a beacon, drawing her closer. She sucked it into her mouth and felt the girl’s hips respond to the stimulation, moving upwards, pressing her sex against Alison’s lips. Lucy was half-sitting, half-lying back, squirming in the chair, moaning and asking Alison to put her tongue in her pussy. Small, kittenish sounds started coming from the girl as Alison set to work in earnest, using all the skills she had gleaned over the years.

  Lucy was watching her carefully. Alison could feel her curious eyes. Alison paused to smile, and then returned to working on pleasuring her angel. She parted Lucy’s labia and delved deeper. Lucy was soaking, flooding her mouth with honey, and she drew in as much of it as she could gather. Alison was in heaven. Lucy’s juices were pure nectar, and the girl was more than happy to oblige in letting her taste them, looking as if she too had joined Alison on another plane. So Alison probed deeper, curling her tongue and fucking her princess, yet she never neglected that beautiful pearl. She kept going back to Lucy’s twitching clitoris, working on the swelling protrusion, letting the girl know she hadn’t forgotten its importance. After each v
isit to it, Lucy grew more excited and as her moans increased, Alison worked faster and with more diligence until Lucy started to grind and gyrate.

  The girl’s hands reached out, clutching for Alison’s head, fingers wrapping in her thick hair, pulling and pressing the lapping woman’s tongue deeper into her beautiful young cunt. Her eyes started to roll, then her eyelids closed, and Alison sensed she was drifting towards bliss. The older woman could have ended Lucy’s misery but she was relentless – she wanted her angel’s first time to be perfect, and she had her own selfish reason for that. She was enjoying herself so much she didn’t want their lovemaking to end. Her pussy still burned from earlier, and she had been fingering herself slowly, to keep her own passion alive. Yet, her own bodily needs were of little concern to her. Really, there was only one pussy on her mind – the one her tongue was buried in.

  That practised tongue worked tirelessly, increasing in momentum until Lucy grew agitated, moving uneasily in the chair, her hips beginning the jig of climax. There would be no stopping the girl now, so Alison clasped her mouth over Lucy’s clitoris and sucked the hard flesh between her teeth, clasping tight on to the nubbin, nibbling and stretching the flesh mercilessly. Lucy lost control, bumping against Alison’s face, grinding hard as she came. Her body stiffened and a warm, delicious gush of nectar flowed into Alison’s mouth. The more- experienced woman kept her lips clamped in position until Lucy relaxed and Alison heard her breathe easy.