Watch Me Ch. 02

My girlfriend Kirstie was in finally in town. After nearly three months of making out over the phone, she'd managed to get some time off and flew out to see me. Long distance relationships are a killer, but she was worth it. At six feet, she was incredibly tall, but still skinny and sexy. In fact, she was just shy of being lanky. Her breasts were tiny, barely filling a B cup. Her pale skin was smooth and soft, and her red hair was always in a pixie cut, framing her face beautifully. I was so in love with this woman.

And that's why I felt so guilty at what had been going on between my neighbor and I. For the three weeks since I'd moved in behind her, we had shared voyeuristic fantasy by watching each other masturbate through our respective bedroom windows. It was exactly cheating, I know, but I felt sure that Kirstie wouldn't approve of my extracurricular activities, either. All these thought were swimming in my head as I drove to the airport to pick Kirstie up.

She looked spectacular as she came through the arrival gate. She was wearing a very pale pink shirt that showed off her midriff, and khaki pants that rode scandalously low on her hips. Seeing me waiting for her, she ran over to me and hugged me tightly, almost lifting me off the ground. Not caring what anyone thought of us, we kissed softly as we embraced. The feeling was magical, and I couldn't wait to get her home. We strolled down to the luggage claim, got her bags and left.

The drive home was filled with small talk and catching up with each other. I didn't mention a word about my exploits with my neighbor. In truth, it was the farthest thing from my mind. All I could think about was getting Kirstie home, getting her undressed, and burying my face between her thighs. It had been far too long since we'd made love, and I had to have her. And I knew she was feeling the same way. Her hand was under my skirt, and had been slowly inching its way up my thigh the entire drive home. By the time we pulled into my garage, hand was resting at the top of my stockings, and her fingers were gently brushing against my panties.

We got her luggage and took it straight up to the bedroom. Without even bothering to unpack it, we dropped her bags to the floor and grabbed each other. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Her hands ran up and down my sides, grazing the sides of my breasts. I reached down and cupped her ass through her pants. I broke our kiss, and pulled her shirt over her head. Her little breasts spilled out, unrestrained – Kirstie almost never wore a bra. I clutched at them and gently tugged on her pert right nipple, as I sucked the left into my mouth. Kirstie moaned my name and ran her fingers through my hair.

I switched breasts; kissing and licking a trail from her left to her right, and again sucked her nipple into my mouth. My tongue swirled over it, and I gently bit down. Then I kissed my way down to her bellybutton as my fingers found the buttons on her pants. I undid them as fast as I could, and pulled her pants down to her knees. Her bald pussy was framed in the tiniest of sheer white panties. I ran my hands up her thighs and slipped my finger along her slit, feeling her wetness through the thin material. She was absolutely soaked. I pulled her panties down, just barely exposing her, and slipped my tongue between her folds. Kirstie's hands gripped my head, encouraging me on.

My tongue darted over her swollen clit as my fingers massaged her slit through her panties. I could feel my own wetness running down my thighs, my pussy throbbing for release. I pulled Kirstie's pants and panties down to her ankles, and pushed her back gently on the bed. I pulled her shoes and socks off, followed quickly by her pants and panties. But she stopped me before I could resume my work on her pussy.

"C'mere," she said, pulling me down on top of her. She reached up and kissed me, holding me against her warm, naked body. I savored the moment, lost in her kiss and the feeling of her legs wrapping around me. Her fingers skillfully unbuttoned my blouse, without ever breaking our kiss, and she cupped my heaving breasts through my bra, giving them gentle squeezes. Her hands then moved to my back, working to lose my bra as she kissed and nibbled my left ear.

Not even bothering to take my blouse or bra off, Kirstie rolled me onto my back, and straddled my waist. She roughly pushed my bra up, and dove down between my breasts. Her tongue teased me, licking the tops and undersides of both of my breasts, then the sides, intentionally avoiding my aching nipples. My hips unconsciously bucked against her thighs, and I moaningly begged her to suck my nipples. She finally relented, her mouth enveloping my left nipple as her fingers slid over my right. The feeling of her mouth on me sent me over the edge into a small orgasm, and I could feel my pussy contracting in my panties.

Then Kirstie sat up, and reached behind her, pulling my skirt up. Her hand ran up and down my stocking clad thighs, her thumb brushing against my sex through my panties. She was such a tease, but she knew that's how I loved it. Finally unable to take anymore, I clamped my legs around her hand and begged her to touch me. Releasing her hand again, she quickly complied, cupping my pussy, and massaging me through my panties. Her free hand reached down to caress my breasts as her finger slipped under the elastic of my panties, and deep into my willing, wet cunt.

My hips rising up to meet her, Kirstie slipped another finger inside me, fucking me faster. I moaned loudly as her thumb found its way under my panties, as well, and began rubbing my clit in time to her finger thrusts. Her fingers curled upwards, running right against my G-spot. I felt a tremendous pressure building deep inside my womb, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out.

"Oh, jesus, Kirstie," I gasped, "I'm gonna cum, honey!" "Cum, baby. Cum for me," she smiled down at me.

I nearly screamed out her name as the dam broke inside me and came flooding out into my panties, onto her hand, and down my thighs. I'd never known gushing orgasms until I'd meet Kirstie. It was just one more reason amongst the millions why I loved her so. She slipped her fingers out of me, and brought them to my mouth. Lowering her head down by mine, she sucked one clean, while I sucked the other clean, savoring the musky tanginess of my own pussy.

She sat up and grinned down at me. Then her head turned, looking out my bedroom window, and she froze. Following her gaze, I saw my neighbor standing at her window, staring back at us. She was clad only in a pair of panties, and her hand was down the front of them as she masturbated standing at her window. When she realized that we were watching her, she froze, too.

"What the fuck," asked Kirstie, half laughing. I said nothing as my mind raced for an answer that wouldn't have Kirstie storming out the door in anger.

"She's my neighbor," was all I could come up with. Kirstie laughed at that.

"Guess we forgot to close the blinds, huh," she asked.

"Yeah," I replied, "sorry about that."

Then Kirstie waved at her. A silly, friendly wave. My neighbor waved back with her free hand. Kirstie giggled, and I couldn't help but laugh, too.

"She likes to watch," I blurted out. Kirstie looked down at me, a look of confusion on her face. I felt my cheeks burn with my stupidity and embarrassment.

"Watch what, exactly," she asked. I couldn't read the tone in her voice.

"Sometimes she watches me when I masturbate," I said meekly. My voice was barely above a whisper. Kirstie didn't say anything for what seemed like ages. Finally she spoke.

"Are you fucking her, Darcie?"

"NO! I'm not, I swear," I said, "we just like to watch each other is all."

She considered my response for a moment. Then a wicked grin came across her face.

"So she likes to watch my baby," she said. "Well, let's give her something to really look at, then..."

Kirstie knee-walked up to my face, and then lowered her sopping pussy onto my mouth. I reached up and grabbed her ass, pulling her onto my face. I slipped my tongue over her clit, and she hissed with delight. My hands gripped her ass tightly, and she arched her back, riding my tongue while her hands clutched at her tiny breasts.

"Fuck yes, Darcie," she moaned. "Eat my pussy, baby. I've needed this for so long." I happily obliged.

I couldn't see my neighbor, but I hoped she was enjoying the show.