Walking in the night - Sex Stories

Walking in the night

... curtains but were presently bare. I would have turned on the light and read but felt embarrassed that the people would see I was awake and overhearing them. Eventually my curiosity won out. Standing to one side of the window I could see past the bamboo. I had seen my neighbour, a plumpish pleasant enough looking woman in her late twenties or early thirties, before. That night, she was kneeling in her court, naked. At first I thought she was ill or might have fallen. I stepped closer to the glass. On her far side was a man. He was also naked and his hand was in front of him. I thought he was reaching towards her then recognised his motion. He was masturbating. I kept still. He spasmed. I was too far away to see him ejaculate but I did see my neighbour lean towards him and, apparently, catch his seed on her chest. There was a faint cheer on the other side of the glass. She rubbed her hands over her breasts and belly. She was still massaging his come into her skin when another man took his place before her. The new fellow's erection stood from him. His hands towards it before she stopped him, holding his hands in hers. She leaned over his prick, lifting her buttocks off her heels. She seemed to dribble spit onto him before releasing her grip. He took his balls in one hand and started jerking off withed the other. My own hands were within the fork of my legs. I hadn't consciously touched myself. My left palm was against my mons. Index and ...

... ring fingers split my folds and the finger between found my clit. My other hand folded over them. A finger entered me. It moved in time with the man. My neighbour bent her head back. The man leaned so his cock was above her face. There was another cheer. His hand stilled. Mine didn't. Before I even realised he had come across her face his place was taken by another masturbating man and then another. I came straining on the tips of my toes and my forehead was against the cold window. My legs were wide. I had crowded three wet fingers into myself. My sight blacked out, returned and blacked out again. My nose and teeth ground against the glass. My legs shuddered and continued trembling as I eased myself onto flat feet. After, my vagina still pulsed against my fingers. It was to delicate to remove then or leave them inside me. My sight returned again. There was a new man in front of her. Her face was thrown back. Her eyes were on me. I pulled back from the window and sat on the edge of my bed. Sporadic cheers continued. I lay under my blankets and later went into the loungeroom. With the lights off I watched an old Grace Kelly movie on the television. Somewhere through it I fell a***** and woke to c***dren's cartoons. I remembered, as I showered, my neighbour and brought myself off again. I had just dressed when there was a knock at the door. I clattered downstairs to open it. My neighbour was standing there. “We'd better have coffee,” she said.