She'd waited for the past few weeks, watching for signs that they would be heading to the woods again. The memories of those brief moments during which she'd seen them last time had haunted her nights, waking her in a delicious heated sweat, her fingers clutching the pillows, legs tangled in the sheets, her hips arching, seeking out the touches she craved.
Daring, bold, brazen. Could she ever be that way? No, not her, not the good girl. Be a lady, never be sexual in public, dress correctly and keep your panties up. Mandy could remember her Mother drumming the rules into her if she'd so much as looked at wearing a short skirt. Now, even years after she had moved into her own place, the rules still kept repeating in that loud voice at the back of her mind, stopping her from trying all the wicked things that offered her blatant temptations.
Watching the couple across the street had opened a whole new life for her. Peeping Tom, Voyeur, sicko, it didn't matter which of the labels applied as long as no one else found out.
It had started so simply, curtains left open one early morning, that glimpse of naked flesh flashing across the window catching her gaze. It had been such a brief flash. Funny how that had changed things, how that had led to more, and now an almost unbreakable routine of sitting on the chair, watching their bedroom window each morning. Did they know that others could see them?
If so, perhaps they didn't care, or even did it because of being watched? Either way, Mandy took pains not to be seen, to keep her newly discovered voyeuristic activities well hidden. There, the front door, those playful smiles lighting their faces. They were off again. Becca and John were the sort of people she'd always wanted to be, or wanted to be associated with. But just like clothing, her Mother had had very strict rules on who she could or should be seen with. Her mother never would have approved.
Mandy moved quickly, grabbing her jacket before they had the time to reach the bottom of the path, her tennis shoes already on before she'd sat down in the chair. Just in case they'd planned on heading out. She'd almost missed them one time and wasn't about to take that chance again.
Gods, she'd have given anything to have the guts to wear the sort of clothes Becca did. Short shorts, sports bras; she looked good in them too. And she either wore thongs under those shorts or nothing at all. At least they were moving on foot, made it easier, but offered that hint of danger at the same time. Following by car made things harder, because trying to keep up if they made a sudden turn was dodgy at the best of times.
He had that backpack again. Toys, he used those for toys. She remembered that from the last time she'd watched them. A soft shiver played through her body, nipples hardening under the light T-shirt, a tightening rippling through her core. What did he have planned for Becca today?
Shit, where had they gone?
Somehow she'd lost them. Had they darted through the alleyway? A flash of long, blond hair caught her eyes, the alley, she'd been right. With her heart pounding, Mandy followed after them. The woods weren't that far away, but the idea that she'd lost track of them left her with a knot forming in the pit of her stomach.
Mandy waited for a moment until they disappeared into the edge of the wood before crossing the road, following them. She could hear them, the soft laugh from her, the teasing tone from him, a loud slap as his hand connected with her barely covered ass, a sound that left her with an unknown longing.
They'd be heading for the clearing, they always went there and at this time of day the woods would be empty except for a few early morning dog walkers. And they tended to keep to the pathways and not venture off the beaten track the way Becca and John did. The gap in the brush was just enough for her to slip through and settle behind as she watched the couple.
The scant clothing Becca wore soon fell to the ground, leaving her standing naked in the middle of the small clearing.
"Kneel."
Even from her hiding place Mandy could hear the soft-spoken order. With a smile, Becca slipped to her knees, parting them wide, her hands moving behind her back, crossing at the wrist.
"Such a delectable little pet."
"A hungry pet."
"Hungry for?" he pressed, his fingers trailing through her hair.
"You, Master."
Mandy shivered, her hands smoothing down over her T-shirt, brushing over the band of her jeans. Gods, what would it be like to strip down like that?
"Wicked wench." He reached out, slipping his fingers through her hair as his free hand worked open the zipper on his jeans. "Come on then, if you're that hungry I have something for you."
Hard, throbbing, his erection eased from within his jeans, bobbing in front of Becca's lips. She didn't wait. As Mandy watched with a growing heat building within her own panties, the blond nearly dived forward, capturing the tip of his cock with a soft whimper.
Bold, brazen. Anyone could see them out here. Mandy's fingers rubbed gently along the outline of her mound. They didn't care if they were caught, the moment, the play, their pleasure, that was all that mattered. Her own thoughts soon followed their wickedly delightful path of open sexuality. She wanted to be them, craved it in a way that left her sex tight, panties moist under the denim, every wicked thought, ever needful dream she had surfaced as she watched Becca's head bob slowly up and down his cock.
He groaned, fingers tightening in his wife's hair, pulling her close against his groin, grinding further into her willing mouth. Becca whimpered, suckling him deeper into her throat, her thighs parted wide, hands moving to grasp at his hips until all Mandy could hear were the soft slick sounds of delight.
Carefully, Mandy edged forward, slipping down onto her stomach as she peered through the brush. Her thighs clenched tight, hips pressing against the ground as she fought the drive to rock, a low whimper swallowed rather that let go to gain life. How could she just lay there, watching them?
"Suck it," he groaned, his fingers clenching in the soft strands of her blond hair.
Becca murmured about his swollen cock, pulling back, wrapping her tongue about his tip as she looked up at him. "I want you, please."
He nodded, pushing her down onto her hands and knees, spreading her thighs wide. Mandy could barely stay still. From here, she could see nearly everything as Becca's breasts rocked, hardened nipples almost scraping the ground.
The gaze locked, across the clearing, the smile playing over Becca's lips, making it clear that she knew they were being watched, yet she said nothing. She just smiled, licking the tip of her tongue over her lips, resting on her hands and knees in the middle of the clearing.
A low groan rang through the air as John settled in behind the woman, his cock slipping into the slick confines of Becca's sex. Still Becca held Mandy's gaze, not lowering her head as she rocked with each tight thrust into her warm cunt.
"Do it," she whispered, perhaps to John, but Mandy grasped onto the belief that the words had been aimed at her.
Soft, wet signs filled the air, leaving Mandy squirming against the ground, her fingers slipping down past the waistband of her jeans, seeking out the tight little bud that throbbed against her panties. Wicked. Her Mother would have called her a wicked, spiteful girl, going against everything she had been taught. But she wasn't a girl any longer. A grown woman who didn't have to listen to that voice any longer.
Her fingers slid over the tight little nub, rocking in time to the thrusts of John's cock into Becca's cunt. Soft groans, slick sounds, the slap of his balls against her tight ass, they all mingled with the low grunts that gained life from the back of her throat.
"Fuck me," Becca pleaded.
Fuck me," Mandy whispered, her eyes drifting closed, fingers slick across her sex, hips rocking, heat claiming her cheeks.
"Yes!" John groaned, his cry mingling with Becca's, their dual sounds of pleasure surging through Mandy's body as her own release flushed against her seeking fingers.
Gods, what had she done? Her body didn't care, and her mind was refusing to answer the question as it slipped happily into a soft numb state.
"Do you think she enjoyed?" John's voice pulled her half back into focus.
"If she didn't, she wouldn't keep following us," Becca replied softly, curling against her husband on the scattered dry leaves.
"Maybe one day she'll do more than watch."
Mandy turned scarlet, pulling back from the brush as she turned, hurrying away. No mockery, they hadn't been making fun of her. She faltered, turning to look back at the clearing. Becca had known, John did too. They said nothing, but there was obviously an open invitation to share the bliss she had witnessed.
"Maybe one day I will," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else...
Originally published October 2005 - "Naughty Tricks and Sensual Treats"