Clipboard in one hand, pen tucked neatly behind his ear, he whistled to himself as he rounded the corner of the next house on his route as meter reader. It was a balmy warm summer day, the kind that makes a guy feel good to be alive and out strolling around the quiet neighborhoods.
He liked this house's backyard it was landscaped for privacy and there were no dogs here, only three cats that ignored him pointedly as they napped in the shade of the azalea. The music in his headset changed just as he walked past the patio doors to something dark and heavy by Godsmack. For a moment his eyes flickered down to the mini disc player hooked to his belt, his hand almost reached to change the tune when a movement in the small kitchen window, next to the meter he was supposed to read, caught his eye. He raised his head and focused on the movement on the other side of the glass pane and visibly shook from head to toe.
On the other side of the window the lady of the house was standing with her hands braced against the edge of the sink, her bare breasts swaying with the rhythm of the thrusting man behind her as he slammed his cock into her. He knew he should leave; he could lose his job if he got caught here watching the owners of the house getting it on, but he stood frozen in place. His mouth suddenly went dry and the air around him seemed to thicken so much that he felt as if he were about to drown. His sudden gasp for air came during the interlude between songs, it sounded explosively loud because of the earphones and he looked around quickly to see if anyone heard. Not even the cats looked up at him. His eyes returned to the scene in the kitchen of the house.
They hadn't seen him. They were too lost in the fury of their own passions. After taking another quick look around the very private backyard, he stepped into the shadows at the corner beside the window and stood next to the meter.
His eyes stayed glued to the window and the face of the woman, her dark hair flowed like silk down her back to where it was gathered in the fist of the man behind her. Her lips were parted as she uttered cries and moans that were lost to his ears. The couples swaying undulations followed the beat and mood of the music pounding in his ears. His heart beat faster and his fingers pressed against the stirring in his khaki shorts. The longer he stood there the more lost he became in the scene before him.
Her face contorted with expressions of agony, as the man's large erection smashed into her womb. Then shifted to one of angelic pleasure, as he backed off to stir teasingly at the mouth of her sheath, before ramming deep once more. Her lips formed a perfect ooohh of pleasure and he imagined himself standing in front of that pink tinged orifice. No longer thinking of his surroundings, his hand unzipped his pants and freed his own aching cock.
In his mind he was standing in front of the woman, tracing her lips with the tip of his cock. Seeing them grow moist with the dew welled at its tip. He could feel her breath washing over his hot skin; feel the soft giving flesh of her lips, the moist heat of her tongue tasting his pre-cum. His breath staggered and stuttered as he saw himself taking handfuls of her hair and forcing her head forward to sink his cock into her hungry mouth.
His fingers, on familiar territory, stroked and fondled, and his eyelids grew heavier until he was watching the couple through a rainbow haze. His head dropped back, lips dropping open, and his knees went weak, threatening to drop him to the ground. His hand manipulated his cock with more energy. In his mind he felt the wet heat of her mouth surround the head.
Inside the kitchen the woman had tipped forward, lowering her breasts to the cold edge of the sink, her cries amplified by the porcelain, reached his ears over the heavy throb of the music and his own roaring heartbeat. She pushed herself up from the sink's edge and her nipples stretched down as if trying to reach the cool surface once more.
He felt a physical aching need to reach out and roll them between his fingers. Dropping his eyelids a little lower still, he watched and felt the blows from the man behind her. His imagination gifted him with the feel of her brow and nose butting up against his lower stomach. His groans thundered in his own ears.
She clawed the marble countertop sending a glass to shatter on the floor. Neither one of them seemed to notice the explosion of glass shards that danced around their feet. Her cries got louder as she swiftly approached one mother of an orgasm. He could hear her words over the driving music in his ears... " YESSSSSSSS!!!!! Ooooh that's it! FUCKME!! FUCKMEHARDER!! Comeon Fuckmycunt.... fuckit like youownit!! That's it... That's it.... yesssSSSSSS"
The man behind her released her hair, gripped her hips and began to slam into her body, smashing her up against the edge of the countertop. Her hands scrambled to find purchase as he lifted her feet right off the floor and held her up with a grip on the insides of her thighs, all the while jack hammering his cock into her sopping pussy.
He wanted to comply with every one of her pleas, felt himself pulling her face onto his cock, felt it battering against the back of her throat. Her cheek hit the pane of glass separating her from his watching eyes. Her face contorted in the throes of passion, mouth open as she issued a silent scream, eyes pinched shut. He wanted to kiss that mouth. Wanted to kiss it and then cum all over that lovely face. His hand flew furiously now... his own face beginning to tighten... close he was so close.
He was so focused on the pink depths of her mouth, that it took a second or ten before he realized that her eyes were open and looking directly at him. He shook from head to toe, a rush of adrenaline hit his body like high voltage, their eyes locked, and he let loose a load of thick creamy semen that splattered the glass right across her face.
In that moment, he didn't know what to do. “Didn't know whether to split, shit, or go blind”, as his father had been fond of saying. He stood frozen in place like a lawn statue, kissing his job good-bye, his girlfriend good-bye, and his life good-bye. His heart sounded like a jet engine, drowning out the music.
Then the woman smiled, just a little impish smile, winked, and began to lap at her side of the windowpane. Pretending to lick his cum as it crawled down the glass. He watched her for thirty seconds and then gasped deeply, suddenly remembering to breathe again. He forced himself into action, zipping himself up, taking a quick glance at the meter and jotting it down as he backed away. His eyes still fastened on her face in the window. Behind her he could see the man with his eyes still closed tight in the throes of his release.
As he came to the corner of the house, he looked at her one last time she smiled again and blew him a little kiss.
He glanced around at the quiet serenity of the yard; the largest of the cats had gotten up to watch him walk away. It sat at the corner of the house licking its paw then it looked directly into his eyes and winked. A little ray of hope or perhaps thoughts of future visits lit his face, perhaps this time he had gotten away with it, and perhaps...just perhaps he would again.
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