The Watchers

Marion sat up right on the bus seat watching out the window. Her hands were folded neatly on top of her purse and overnight bag on her lap. Her knees and ankles were primly together. She watched the lawns and businesses go by out the window. It was a beautiful fall day and the gold and brown leaves looked wonderful against the still green grass. It was warm out, so she could carry her coat. Which was good or it would have ruined the effect of her outfit. She wore a fine white wool sweater which fit snugly to the curves of her chest. A knee length pleated grey skirt clung to her rounded thigh. Black nylons encased her shapely calves. All was finished off with three inch black pumps. She didn't look flashy. Marion never did. She always went for a classic look, dressing old for her age. "Marion the Librarian" she'd heard snickered by the popular girls in high school. Shy and subdued, she was only ever paid attention to by boys who weren't interested in her, just in how far they could get. Afraid of being set up for some cruel joke, she always backed away.

The first few years at university seemed much the same. Doomed by her shyness and wardrobe to be elegant but ignored by the boys around her. Then Jack came along. Jack saw her. He tried talking to her on the first day of Renaissance Literature class. Marion didn't know what to do at first and tried being cool, but he pursued her across campus for a week until she relented and went for coffee. Jack seemed nice and actually interested in her for a change. After a few dates he invited her to his apartment for dinner. She'd accepted cautiously, packing her toothbrush and a change of underwear if things went well and cab fare if things didn't.

Things had gone very well indeed.

Jack was also rather shy and let her set the pace. So it was just kissing and caressing the first few nights. Sleeping together shyly in their underpants. Jack seemed to be quite content to suck on her breasts, although he would have to go excuse himself to the bathroom and, she assumed, masturbate.

But eventually one Friday afternoon she let him take her panties down on the couch and she guided his hardening shaft inside. Oh my goodness! It was wonderful! She loved feeling him moving inside of her like her whole body was a secret temple for his cock to worship in. Jack took to this worship enthusiastically and they barely left the bed that weekend. So every Friday she'd skip her afternoon class and go to Jack's apartment for lunch. Lunch would wait while they fucked energetically on the couch of his basement apartment.

The big picture window of his living room was at ground floor. Sometimes if children were playing outside on a weekend she'd have to duck down giggling. But Fridays the children were in school and they could pleasure each other with wild abandon. Shortly after they started their Friday afternoon sessions on the couch, she'd noticed their Watcher. While Jack was thrusting away energetically she looked over his shoulder and could see the building opposite. Up on the third floor a middle aged woman was standing on the balcony, smoking and watching them. Even after she finished her cigarette she stayed to watch them, slowing rubbing at the crotch of her jeans. An electric thrill raced through Marion, her back arched as her sudden orgasm exploded from loins to forehead.

Every Friday since she made sure they fucked on the couch with the curtains open in full view of her Watcher. Even if it was raining the woman would come out to smoke and watch their lovemaking, filling some unsatisfied need of her own. Marion thrilled at the sense of raw sexual power it gave her. She had something someone wanted. Marion the Librarian indeed.

She rang the bell for her stop. As Marion stepped down to the sidewalk a cool breeze curled between her parted thighs and tickled the hairs of her naked bush giving her a delicious thrill. She deliberately crossed her feet like a runway model as she strode confidently along the sidewalk. This made her bottom sway and her pleated skirt swish rhythmically. The feel of the skirt lining as it brushed against her bare bottom built a current of sexual charge in her naked pussy. Her ample, rounded breasts also bobbed rhythmically as she walked. Bouncing up and down. A slight chill caused her nipples to harden and press against the wool. The wool was itchy against her naked nipples but that completed the circuit, as the sexual charge surged from pussy to ass to nipples with each step.

She noticed the men watching her as they went by. Eyes locked indiscreetly on her proudly bouncing unapologetic breasts. In some shop windows she would check her reflection and catch them turn to check out her ass too. There were wolf whistles. She coolly ignored them and continued on, except perhaps to give a little extra wiggle with her backside. Ignored no longer, Marion was now desired by all the men who saw her. She felt powerful and alive. She was going to her lover's apartment for a weekend of passion and lovemaking.

Marion the Librarian indeed!

Jack's Friday class was early in the morning. As soon as it was done he hurried home, stopping to buy groceries and some treats for lunch. He did a quick tidy of the apartment, running around with broom and damp cloth, changing the bed sheets and putting a fresh towel in the bathroom for Marion. He was on the couch doing some reading for one of his classes when he heard the click-click-click of high heels in the hall way stop at his door and then the knob turned.

The door opened and she stood there. Marion. His heart stopped as he beheld her curvaceous beauty framed in the doorway. She paused, smiling, enjoying the complete and total attention of her lover.

"Aren't you going to invite a girl in?" she teased, even though she was already closing the door and putting her bag and coat down.

Jack dropped his book on the floor and went to her. They wrapped each other in arms and kisses. Hands searched up and down backs. One of Jack's hands explored the curve of her bottom while the other went up inside her sweater. He dropped his face to nuzzle at the swell of her breasts, sucking on her nipple through the soft wool. He held his head back in surprise. "No bra?" he grinned.

Marion went to the couch, hips swaying. "Nope." Standing in view of the Watcher's balcony she reached down to grab the hem of her sweater and slowly pulled it up over her head. Her breasts bounced free. Jack came closer and she started undoing his shirt buttons as they kissed hungrily. His hands kneaded at her breasts, thumbs swirling on hard nipples. She stroked her fingers through his chest hair and pulled his shirt down, dropping it on the floor.

Reaching behind she undid the zip on her skirt and tugged it over her hips to let it slide to the floor. Jack gasped as he saw that she wasn't wearing anything except for a garter belt and black stockings. He quickly knelt. Grabbing her bottom in each hand he buried his face in her bush, inhaling her scent. He loved her bush and loved nuzzling his nose in the hair. Marion placed her hands on his head to steady herself and spread her legs. She'd hoped that by wearing heels her vagina would be at the right height for this. Tilting her hips towards Jack's face he opened his mouth and his tongue flicked out to lick her clitoris.

"ooooh, Jack!" she gasped. "Keep doing that!"

Jack needed no encouragement. He ran his tongue along her vagina and swirled it over her clitoris, then back again. Tilting his chin he took a fold of her labia and suckled at it like he did to her nipples. Marion's panting breath got ragged as she fought to stay on her feet against the electric charge thrilling through her body.

She pushed his head away. "Sit over there" she commanded, pointing at his solitary arm chair opposite. "I want you to watch me."

Jack did as he was told. She sat on the couch and spread her legs. "I want you to watch me" she repeated softly, whispering to herself and the unknown woman on the balcony. She'd never masturbated in front of Jack before. He watched her intently, his nostrils flaring as she slowly ran her own hands up and down her body, caressing breasts and thighs. When she'd lived in residence, she would hear her roommate masturbating in the dark sometimes. The change in breathing and rhythmic sound of the sheets rustling giving it away. Excited, Marion wold wordlessly touch herself, silently breathing a tiny orgasm into her pillow. Caressing breasts and thighs, her hands moved up and down as Jack watched eagerly. She ran her fingers through her bush a few times to tease her audience before she finally started slowly circling her clitoris with one hand while the other cupped a breast and played with the nipple.

Looking out the window, she could see her Watcher watching on the balcony. Their eyes locked as she licked two fingers and slid them down to her waiting pussy. One hand rubbed her clitoris as the other slid in and out, fucking herself in front of Jack, the Watcher, and the whole world. Her breath quickened as the electric charge built again.

"Do you like this?" she asked Jack and the Watcher. "Do you like watching me?"

Jack nodded wordlessly. His own breathing heavy. The Watcher kept watching.

"Do you like watching me touch myself? Do you like watching me... me..." she paused as a small wave rippled through her. "...fuck... myself?"

The waves of electric current built in intensity. Her breath became more ragged. She needed more than her own fingers now. "Do... you want... to... want to... fuck... me?"

"Oh yes" said Jack as he stood up and dropped his jeans. His erection was purple with engorged blood. Stiff as a cannon ready to explode. He stood between her thighs and steadying himself on the back of the couch he thrust down and forward, battering the knob of his cock through her waiting pussy hair hurriedly in his passion.

"Oh God!" Marion gasped. She grabbed Jack's ass and pulled him in deeper. He was thick and hard in his arousal, filling her channel completely. "Oh God, Jack! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Jack thrust frantically. Watching Marion masturbate in front of him had almost made him cum in his pants. This wasn't about love making anymore. He needed to fuck. Marion looked up at him hungrily, mouth parted. They were both gasping for air. As Jack's thick cock plunged into her, touching the top of her vagina, completing the circuit finally, Marion's orgasm burst in a shower of sparks. It felt like they exploded out of her eyes and filled her mouth so she could only say "aaaaah!" After a few more thrusts Jack also plunged as deep as he could with a grunt and exploded inside of her, filling her with a flood of warmth.

Jack collapsed on top of her and they shifted fully onto the couch, wrapping each other in an embrace of arms and legs as they basked in the flood of endorphins and the warmth of each other's skin. She kissed the side of his head, looking over his shoulder to see the Watcher going back inside to whatever life awaited her. She kissed Jack's ear. "I guess you liked my show?" Jack grunted happily. She poked Jack in the shoulder playfully. "So what's for lunch?"