While licking my clit, I felt him insert a finger into my pussy. It was when he hooked his finger to hit my G-spot that I opened my eyes, my whole body flinching from the sudden change in sensation. I gripped the sides of the lounge chair as he fingered me. Fuck, was I close to cumming.
My eyes rolled back, and when my vision came back into focus, I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. In a second-story window of the house next door, I saw someone in the frame, staring at me as writhed in pleasure.
“Connor,” I gasped, reaching down to tap his hand. “Connor, there’s someone watching us.”
He paused and looked up at me from between my legs. “Wait, what?”
I glanced back at the window, making eye contact with the person in the window. It looked to be a man, maybe in his 30s, and he was watching us from above.
Something about the eye contact was… I don’t even know. Was I aroused by this? It felt like a switch had been turned on inside me as I realized that I was enjoying this stranger’s voyeurism. The idea of him watching us in the pool, watching me suck Connor’s cock, maybe even hearing me moan… I imagined him watching and wishing he was in Connor’s place, wishing I was sucking his cock, wishing he was making me moan… fuck, that was hot to think about.
Connor felt my pussy tense up and get wetter, and he started rubbing my clit to get my attention. I looked back at him and whimpered.
He smiled. “Do you want me to keep going? Do you like this?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please… please don’t stop.”
“Do you like being watched? Are you enjoying this, slut?”
I just about lost it at that. I looked down at Connor, then back up at the man in the window. I felt the stranger’s gaze glide over my tits, my stomach, down to my pussy; his eyes lingered there as he reached for his own crotch. He grabbed his cock through his pants and started to stroke. “Yes, baby… fuck yes. Fuck. Please…”
Connor got up and leaned over to kiss me while still rubbing my clit. His dick, rock hard once more, brushed against my thigh. I reached down to hold it, stroking it slowly as we made out.
I broke the kiss and leaned up towards his ear. “Should we give our new friend even more of a show?”
I repositioned myself so I could spread my legs open, continuing to stroke his cock as I lightly tugged it closer to my crotch. Then, I slid a few fingers into my pussy, surprised (but also not surprised) at how wet I was; it was practically dripping. I brought my hand back to his cock, lubricating it with my own wetness.
Sensing what I wanted, he shifted his body so he could comfortably fuck me. Before entering me, he glanced up at the window, then back at me.
“As I fuck you,” he said, “I want you to look up at him. I want you to tell me what he’s doing while I shove my cock into you, over and over, making you lose control. Okay?”
I nodded. With that, he plunged his cock straight into me. I gasped as he started to thrust in and out, filling me up, my pussy walls convulsing around his dick. I was so wet that he slid in and out with ease while still maintaining the perfect level of friction to drive us both wild.
After a few moments, I looked back up at the window and moaned. The man was still masturbating, but his hand was now in his pants, probably rubbing his bare cock. I started to feel that feeling again — that inexplicable urge to see him do more, to watch him get off from watching us. I wrapped my legs around Connor to pull him closer into me; I wanted him to fuck me harder as I felt my orgasm build up.
“Tell me what he’s doing now,” Connor asked, increasing his pace.
My eyes fixated on the stranger’s hand rapidly moving in his pants. “He’s… he’s touching himself, but it’s under his… his pants now,” I responded between breaths. “He’s moving faster now. His mouth is falling open a bit… I think he’s moaning. Oh my god; I think he’s close to cumming.”
I looked back at Connor. “I need you to fuck me senselessly. Right now. I want you to fuck me until you cum inside me. I want you to fill me all the way up. I want him to watch me lose control as we cum together. Please…”
Connor grunted and fucked me harder, shaking the lounge chair beneath us. I looked back at the window and gasped. The man started to visibly shudder, jacking himself off furiously until his jaw dropped and he came in his pants. His hand movements slowed and he closed his eyes, breaking our eye contact. Watching all of this pushed me over the edge, and I started cumming, too. I let out a long moan, my pussy contracting around Connor’s cock as my orgasm flowed through my whole body. Connor couldn’t hold out any longer and started to cum soon after; his eyes rolled back, and his body quivered as his cum surged into me. After cumming for the second time that day, he collapsed next to me. Our bodies twitched as we came down from climaxing together.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to collect myself. I’d just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and based on Connor’s endurance and subsequent exhaustion, I suspected the same was true for him.
When I opened my eyes again, I looked up at the window, expecting to see the stranger staring back at me. I wanted him to see more of me, and I wanted to see more of him, too. I really liked how it felt to be watched, to know that a stranger was so aroused that he couldn’t help but masturbate right then and there. I wanted to feel more of that. I wanted to make him do it again.
Instead, the window was empty; he’d vanished, almost as if he’d never been there in the first place.