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“So, what time should I pick you up, Sweetie?” It had been so long since Phylicia had seen Riley, her excitement was off the charts. She wasn’t just counting days, she had a timer on her desk that displayed hours, minutes and seconds.

“I can’t tonight. Sorry, Baby. Business. You know how it is. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

Her heart sank. “Sure. I understand. It’s not like I had anything special planned,” she lied, thinking of the expensive champagne chilling in the refrigerator and the new vibrator in her nightstand. “But I really want to talk to you about what my boss said to me today. It was terr—”

“I’d love to, Baby. But another time. I’m slammed. Still at the office. I’ll call. I promise. Love you.” [click]

Stunned and downcast, she curled up on the sofa and hugged a pillow. After thirty minutes of moping around the apartment, she sighed and decided to finally play with the telescope she’d purchased. She lived opposite a series of glass towers, and her curiosity about her neighbors had gotten the best of her. As she scanned the windows, she was surprised to come across two women making love in a shower. Despite the thrill of forbidden pleasure, she knew she’d crossed a boundary. She moved on to another apartment.

She’d already told herself that, when it came to respecting people’s privacy, she would follow a commonsense rule. Everyone living in homes with transparent walls knew the risks of being seen. Open curtains, then, meant the inhabitants didn’t mind that aspect of their lives being watched. She assumed the lovers got caught up in the passion and forgot to close the drapes.

It struck her a few minutes later, however, that none of the bathrooms in that apartment building had windows. So how could she see the sexy pair in the shower? Unable to let it go, she took a second look.the modern girls guide to female friendly porn It turned out that what she was looking at was a mirror that reflected a view of the apartment’s bathroom. The two women making love in the shower. Gloriously naked. Lovingly lathering one another up. Hugging. Kissing. Pleasuring every inch of their beautiful flesh with their hands and lips.

Phylicia looked away. Not only was she sure the women would object to being watched, but their lovemaking only reminded her of how long it had been since her body had been touched that way. The ache was deep and torturous. She went to the kitchen, poured herself a large glass of wine, and felt sorry for herself. Then it hit her. There’s something familiar about those two. Do I know them? She raced back to the telescope. It is! Tinker and Belle! I had no idea!

‘Tinker’ and ‘Belle’ were two women who were always in the front row of the spinning class she took each evening. She called them that because they looked like ‘pixies’ to her. Very petite. ‘Pixie’ haircuts. Sweet, high pitched voices. Phylicia always took a bike three rows directly behind them, and she couldn’t help but envy their tight, shaped behinds. Frankly, it was trying to get an ass like theirs that motivated her to work as hard as she did in class.

riding out the stormKnowing that having answered the ‘Do I know them?’ question meant she had no more reason to watch, she tried to look away—but couldn’t. The sex was hot, and the atmosphere was playful. There was lots of giggling and laughter, followed by raw, desperate, hungry passion. The girls were absolutely uninhibited in their giving and receiving pleasure.

On top of the sex, however, their love was so palpable—and stood in such stark contrast to her own life—she was desperate to share in it. Bracing herself against the wall, she slid her hand into her panties. Imagining it was Tinker’s hand massaging her wet pussy, she came with such force, her knees buckled and she almost fell over.

When her body stopped trembling, a wave of guilt washed over her. It was one thing to accidentally see the naked couple. (Oops! My bad! Moving on.) It was another to go back (Just trying to determine how it’s possible for me to see into a bathroom with no windows)—and then return again (I’m sure I know those girls). But she had no good defense for what she’d just done. She knew the lovers would not agree to her using their most intimate moments as ‘reality porn’ to masturbate to. No matter how frustrated she was, this didn’t excuse such an invasion of privacy.

As she was beating herself up, her phone pinged. Seeing that the text was from Riley, her heart leapt—Yeah! Change of plans! When she read the message, it crashed.

“Delayed at work for another hour. Will be late—so even hornier! Be ready with cold bubbly, wet pussy, and no panties! Expect the best fucking weekend of your life. Get it? XXX.”

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Phylicia felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. She couldn’t breathe. Riley had already cancelled their evening plans. Damn! It’s everything I was afraid of. That’s what those cancelled weekends must have been all about. When she regained her composure, she resolved to finally take control of her life. She wasn’t going to wait for some stupid excuse she’d desperately want to believe. She texted back through her tears, “Don’t even bother to try to explain. Don’t call. Don’t text. We’re done!” The phone immediately rang, of course. She refused the call and blocked Riley’s number.

After spending the weekend in bed, going through six boxes of Kleenex and a half-gallon of Rocky Road, she dragged herself to work. As much as she wanted to scurry home and climb back under the covers, she ordered herself to go to the gym. Iam taking my life back today! We have ice cream calories to burn! But when she saw Tinker and Belle, all she could think of was the erotic scene they’d starred in. Class was agony.
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Desperate for any kind of balm for her pain, she gave herself permission to spy on the sexy shower babes one more time when she got home. If watching the couple would give her at least a glimmer of hope about her own life, she was sure they’d understand.

When she trained her telescope on their apartment, however, she found a sign, not the sexy couple. “Hey there, Back Row Lipstick. Wanna play? There’s plenty of hot water, and room for one more dirty girl!” Their phone number followed.

She didn’t care how they knew. All that mattered was someone wanted her. Talk about fantastic gaydar! She grabbed her phone and dialed.  “Hi,” she said nervously, in a voice overflowing with relief and desire. “Do you mean it?”

The voice on the other end was soft, sweet, and full of concern. “Absolutely. You looked so unhappy in class tonight, we want to cheer you up. You don’t have to tell us what’s going on, but please don’t say no. You’re gorgeous, and we’ve been crushing on you for weeks. It broke our hearts to see you so sad.”

Phylicia teared up. “I’ll be right there.”

*

Within two minutes of her entering their apartment, the three of them were naked and wet (in every way imaginable). The girls’ shower was amazing. Water not only rained down from above, sprays pulsated from every direction. The all stoodalmost motionless for a few minutes as they hugged, kissed and let their hands roam over each other’s naked flesh.

Phylicia luxuriated in the feeling of being desired by two such beautiful women. The sensation of four hands and two mouths pleasuring her almost made her pass out.

“Tonight is all about you,” Belle said sweetly. “We want to make you happy. You can worry about us,” she winked and giggled, “next time.”

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Phylicia had done without for so long, each touch made her hungry for more. She responded to each kiss with increasing passion, noticing how differently the two women kissed and touched. Tinker was aggressive; Belle, softer and gentler. It felt wonderfully wrong to be with two women at the same time. It was the sexiest moment of her life.

The two girls squeezed a rich, beautifully scented lavender gel into their hands and v-e-r-y slowly ministered to every inch, every curve, every opening of Phylicia’s body. Returning to her breasts, each girl took a nipple. Tinker roughly tugged and squeezed the left one. Then she ran her teeth around the stiff peak, and bit ever so lightly. Belle gently tongued and sucked the other. Such completely different sensations sent Phylicia’s excitement skyrocketing. Her heart pounded. She breathed so deeply she couldn’t help but take in some of the mist enveloping them. When Tinker bit harder, she came. Her body shuddered as she screamed in amazement. It was the first time she’d ever come just from someone playing with her breasts.

Belle gave her a chance to recover, then stepped behind her, squeezed her ass, and … “Ow!” The hard slap on her behind took her by surprise. Her ass stung sharply because it was wet. But the pain quickly morphed into an indescribable warmth in her pussy. A second slap sent so much pleasure shooting through her body, her knees wobbled. She felt herself heading towards another peak already.

Tinker knelt down and ran her stiff tongue along every surface of the swollen red lips. Teasing the clitoris out from hiding, she sucked it forcefully.

Phylicia squirmed from the rough delight. It made her greedy for ecstasy. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” she begged.

Tinker complied, sliding two fingers inside and began slow, deliberate, excruciatingly delicious, and agonizingly delightful finger fucking. As she increased the speed, Phylicia’s deep moans announced she was on the edge—and desperate for release. Pressure on her G-spot rocketed her to another climax, and took her to a place she’d never gone before. Her cunt clenched ferociously around Tinker’s fingers. Her body shook in ecstasy. She let out an inarticulate groan and collapsed into their arms.

Phylicia’s new lovers toweled her off and led her to bed. As they cuddled in the afterglow, Phylicia noticed something in the corner of the bedroom.

“Is that a telescope?”

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Jane Colt

Jane Colt

Jane Colt is a successful erotic romance writer. After living in Los Angeles, she recently returned home to Massachusetts with her husband and two cats. Her focus is upbeat stories with irresistible (and positive!) men, and passionate heroines who fall in love and have amazing sex. See her website.

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