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Story title : "BIRD WATCHERS"

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	The first time she realized that she could see
into his apartment was when he had just stepped from the
shower and was toweling himself leisurely while looking
through what was probably a magazine.  

	She could well imagine what kind of magazine it
was by the state of his penis.  She felt a faint pang of
guilt as she continued to look across the dark space
that separated their houses, but continued to sit
quietly in the dark as he casually stroked the length of
his now full erection.  He milked a drop of liquid from
it and brought it to the tip of his tongue.  She licked
her own lips in sympathetic anticipation.  The man takes
his pleasure fully where he finds it, she said to her-
self.

	With a start, she realized that she, too, had
been touching herself, more fascinated than aroused by
the sight of a mature man playing with himself.  She had
never before actually spied on a naked man and it gave
her a strange feeling of power to be able to so surrep-
titiously invade his privacy.  He was far from Adonis,
but he was much more than adequate.  

	As he sat on the edge of his bed reading the
magazine, he spread his legs and slowly and methodically
ran his hand up and down the length of his cock. She
watched as he wet his hand his clear pre-cum and
sinuously began rubbing it into the head of his cock.

	Spreading her lips with two fingers, she did the
same to her clitoris and felt it respond to the touch of
her slippery fingers.

	No, he was no Adonis, but she wanted him more
than any other man in the world at that moment.  She
watched his hands run from the base of his cock and back
again.  His movements were slow and sure.  She always
thought men jerked off fast and hard, like George Pauley
had showed her when they were in the back of his Nova.
She had been fascinated with the sight of his bobbing
penis and made him turn on the overhead light to show it
to her.

	She remembered, he had stopped suddenly, shy and
ashamed as if just realizing what he was doing in front
of her.  She ended up finishing what he had started, her
arm soon tiring from the awkward strokes she administer-
ed.  When he came, large strings of come stained her
sweater and she went home in dread that her mother would
see it and know what she had been doing.  George had
been young and inexperienced as a lover, but this man
exhibited a sensuous technique that hinted at the touch
of a master!

	Abruptly, the man rose and disappeared from
sight, and the room went dark.

	Later, she sat back in bed, reading a chapter
from a paperback novel before sleep.  As her fingers
found the sensitive fold of skin beside her clitoris,
she closed her eyes and thought of his hands moving
along the length of his penis as she stared.  As her
fingers moved feverishly, his hands became hers and a
bit of pre-cum on his fingertips became her lips; two
fingers from her other hand became his penis sliding
into her wet vagina, feeling the muscles squeeze them
again and again as the feeling at the base of her
clitoris began to spread through her abdomen.  As the
wave of her climax began, she put her drenched fingers
in her mouth and savored the musky taste of her juices,
remembering other nights when those fingers had been
a penis and her clitoris had been excited by the lips
and tongue...

	But all that was past history.  The memories
were sweet, to be sure.  But they were only memories
and they were linked with others that were not so sweet.
It had been a long time since she had let herself go
free with anyone, and had not thought about it very
much.  Seeing her anonymous neighbor tonight seemed to
have kindled a spark she had forgotten.  It would be
very nice, she mused, to be able to make love to a
complete stranger exactly the way she wanted, for as
long as she wanted, and with no obligations or remorse.
Of such things were fairy tales written!

	She reached to turn out the light and, for no
special reason, looked at her curtains to assure they
were drawn.  Of course, they were.  She always kept her
bedroom curtains drawn.  Only middle-aged exhibitionists
who got off masturbating for hard-up old maids left
their curtains open with the lights on, she mused to
herself.  

	She looked at them again; a small powder box on
her windowsill had prevented them from closing all the
way and left a small Vee of light between them.  It was
almost too small for her to see.  There was no chance
that anyone would have been able to see in.  For a
moment, she wished that someone would have...

	She closed her eyes and settled into her pillow,
the smell of her vagina still clinging to her fingers.
Her tongue snaked up to lick them off one last time
before sleep.  It was one of her most luscious secrets.
She loved the taste of herself!

	*	*	*	*	*	*

	The hot shower and some unbidden memories had
brought many interesting sensations to his penis and
his hands had innocently nurtured them until the
familiar sensations of orgasm began to flash.  Abruptly,
he stopped and turned off the bedroom light. He still
had work to do and not much time for playing with him-
self.  Perhaps later he might indulge.  He pushed the
thoughts from his mind and went back to his den to work.
The story was coming slowly - no great gushes of in-
spiration.

	After a while, he stopped fighting it and went
to the kitchen for a cup of tea before turning in.
Under his robe, his penis was still partially aroused,
in fact, it had been most of the night. It was an
annoyance he sometimes had to live with.  In his dark-
ened bedroom, he noticed for the first time that his
curtains were open.  He shook his head and went to the
window.  There was just too much on his mind lately.
Before drawing them, he looked out at the dark night.
Across the way, he could see a triangle of light where
someone had not pulled their drapes together all the
way.  He could see movement of some sort behind them
and smiled to himself.  There was a difference between
a Peeping Tom and a voyeur of opportunity.  He wasn't
sure what it was, and didn't care.  His binoculars
showed him that a very sensuous lady was enjoying her-
self in the supposed privacy of her bedchambers.

	The opening was just large enough for him to
see occasional glimpses of her thigh and her hand busy
at her vagina.  For a brief moment, she spread her legs
wide and he saw that she had both hands at work on her-
self.  His robe was open by now and his penis was raging
for satisfaction.  He gripped it tightly and felt the
head swell with blood and power as he looked at the soft
flesh of her labia, spread wide by her delicate fingers,
faithfully caught by the lens of the binoculars.  Then
her legs closed and the lovely view disappeared.  But
the movement became more and more frantic and he knew
she was coming.

	The knowledge was too much and he stroked his
penis faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his
unseen neighbor.  As her legs opened once more, he felt
the fury of his own orgasm coming on and staring through
the glasses, let it erupt as his hand stroked faster and
faster, his balls bouncing between his legs.  As the
thrusting of the woman's pelvis signaled that she was
coming, great globs of semen spurted from his penis and
splashed on his stomach and thighs.  

	Still watching the beautiful vignette, he caught
a large globule on his fingers and rubbed it on his
tongue, wishing he was licking the exciting lips of the
vagina he had been watching.

	The taste of his come was on his lips when he
saw the broad expanse of her breasts as she rolled over
to reach for the light. She was not small, but had the
full Valkyrie body he especially loved.  The tiny Vee
winked out and the world was dark.

	For the first time in a very long time, he felt
both excited and satisfied.  Just before he dropped off
to sleep, an idea occurred to him and he smiled to
himself.

	*	*	*	*	*	*

	The first thing she did when she returned home
from work was to open the package someone had left in
front of her door.  There was no note and no label.
Inside the package was a rather expensive pair of
binoculars.  A tiny card said "From One Birdwatcher to
Another".

	That was all.

	The second thing she did was to look out her
bedroom window.  She did not expect to see anything, of
course, but visions of the man stroking his penis had
come to her throughout the day at the most inopportune
moments.  The curtains were closed, as they had been
when she had gotten up that morning.  She took off her
clothes and hung them up while waiting for a TV dinner
to cook.  She had planned to go to a lecture that 
evening, but the speaker had canceled at the last 
minute and her evening now consisted of prime time
television and the rest of the novel.  She decided
against the television and turned on the FM radio.

	She greatly preferred Progressive Jazz to
situation comedy.  The novel, on the other hand, was
getting mired down in itself - but it would have to
do.  She did not feel like going out to get another
one tonight.

	Passing through the bedroom once more, she
glanced out the window.  Something had changed!  His
bedroom curtains were now opened - halfway!  She could
see most of his bed and part of what seemed to be a
mirror on the wall.  She wondered why she hadn't seen
it the night before.  But that wasn't important.  The
important thing was that he was not there.  But on the
bed, very clearly, she could see a pair of binoculars
like the ones she had just received.  Propped behind
them was a piece of cardboard with a message on it.
She rushed back to the living room to get the bino-
culars.  The note said "Thank You".

	Her face burned with embarrassment.  Had he
seen her watching him?  How could he?  What were the
binoculars for?

	What did the message mean?  Had he seen her
playing with herself? He couldn't possibly have, she
told herself.  And then remembered the tiny Vee between
the curtains.

	Damn! She thought to herself.  And angrily
slammed the two halves of the curtain together, this
time making sure they closed completely.  She dressed
quickly and dialed the phone.

	"Sue, this is Connie.  Are you busy tonight?  I
need to get out for a couple of hours and I thought you
might want a drink.  I'm busy," she said in a rush.

	"How about your diet?" Suzy's voice chided.
The two of them had been fighting the scales together
for almost two years.

	"Screw the diet," she replied.  "I'm too damned
frustrated to think about a diet tonight!  I've got an
oversexed birdwatcher to deal with!"

	"O-O-O!" Suzy squealed.  "I'll be ready in ten
minutes.  

	She hung up the phone and finished dressing.
Then, just as she was about to leave, she changed her
mind and opened the curtains again.  His windows had
not changed.  The binoculars remained on the bed along
with the sign.  

	She and put her binoculars on her bed, along
with a pair of crotchless panties someone had once given
her as a gag.  With a magic marker she scrawled a
message on a piece of cardboard and set it behind
them:  'FILM @ 11'

	"You did what?!?" Suzy exclaimed.

	"I didn't do anything!" Connie told her.  "I
can't imagine how he saw me watching him."

	"What's he look like?"

	"Okay, I guess."

	"C'mon!  Tall, short, fat, skinny?  What's his
dick like?"

	"Like a dick.  You see one, you've seen 'em
all!" Connie laughed.

	"No way, Sweetie!  How Long, how fat, cir-
cumcised, a lady-pleaser or a pee-chute?  Come on,
girl.  This is Aunt Suzie talking.  The same Aunt Suzie
who watched you going down on Raymond!"

	Connie blushed.

	"You weren't going to mention that again!" she
complained.

	"Is it as big as Raymond's?" Suzy persisted.

	Connie thought a moment.  "I think it's a little
bigger," she said.

	"How about the rest of him?"

	"Okay.  He could lose a few pounds, but couldn't
we all?"

	"We all could.  So let's leave it at that," Suzy
said.

	"Don't be so damned sensitive," Connie told her.
"So we're a few pounds to the good.  Some men prefer
that."

	"You think your birdwatcher likes his women
padded?" Suzy asked. "There's one way to find out."

	"I'm not sure I want to know."

	"Bull!" Suzy exclaimed.  "Tell me about 'Film at
11'."

	"It was just an impulse.  What do you think I'm
going to do, give him a damned show?"

	"I have an idea."

	"I just bet you do."

	"I'm serious.  Why don't we give him a double
show?"

	"What are you talking about?" Connie asked
nervously.  "Dykes in Toyland?  I don't swing that
way."

	"Nothing serious.  Just fool around and drive
him crazy a little bit.  Neither one of us is built that
way, anyhow," Suzy finished.

	Connie sat silent for a long time with Suzy
glancing at her now and again.  For almost as long as
she'd know Suzy, she'd suspected the woman was bisexual,
but this was the first time Suzy had ever come close to
making any overt suggestions.  She looked across the
table at the full-breasted girl looking back at her and
her thoughts jumped back nearly twenty years to a dark
house and the delicious dread of hot, clumsy fingers
and the strange, exciting taste of 'Kathy'.

	Her fourteenth summer had been one of explor-
ation and wonder. The two of them had snuck into
Kathy's father's den and found the pictures.  There were
men and women doing things they had only whispered
about.  And then there were the women, kissing and
fondling one another.  Even now, Connie felt her cheeks
burn as she remembered their stolen times together and
the times their mothers had almost caught them. Although
she and Kathy had done everything that Lesbians do, she
had never considered herself one.  Nor had Kathy.  In
the end, Kathy's parents had moved away and the two had
parted tearfully, promising to never tell anyone. Connie
never broke the promise.

	They had started with one another's breasts,
looking, touching and eventually kissing one another's
nipples.  Suzy, on the other hand was tacitly suggesting
something much more serious.  Or was she?

	"I'm not queer," she said almost too low for
Suzy to hear.

	"After seeing you with Raymond, I can vouch for
that!" Suzy laughed.

	"Please!  It wasn't...well, maybe it was, but
you weren't supposed to come walking into the damned
room without at least knocking!"

	"Do you really think he saw you jerking off?"
Suzy asked suddenly.

	"I wasn't..."

	"Bullshit!  Everybody does it.  Do you think he
saw you?  With the binoculars, I mean."

	Connie nodded.

	"I guess so.  I made it worth my while,
I guess."

	"Damn!  Let's do it!" Suzy urged.  "You don't
have to do anything you don't want.  We'll just pretend
and give the pervert a thrill!"

	"He's probably about as much a pervert as you
or me."

	"Hell!  The world could be in some serious shit,
if that's the case!  Come on, it's almost 10 o'clock.
Showtime's  at 11!"

	Suzy's grin was too wicked to ignore.

	"I'll go along with the joke, but I'm telling
you, I'm not queer," she warned Suzy.

	On the way out of the bar, she felt Suzy's hand
pat her behind when no one could see.

	"What the Hell are you doing?" she laughed.

	"Nice ass for a white girl!"

	The note had said 11, but the lights came on in
the woman's apartment at 11:30.  He had turned his own
lights off and sat in the darkness of his bedroom,
wearing only his robe.  Behind him, the radio played
softly.  He was prepared to be "stood up" but for some
reason felt something special was about to happen. Hell!
He didn't even know what the girl looked like, not even
sure that she lived alone.

	He was not prepared, however, when the curtains
suddenly snapped shut.  A moment later, however, they
opened just as quickly.  He picked up the binoculars
and his jaw dropped.  There were two of them!  One was
taller that the other, but both were full-blown, full-
bodied women with round, lush curves and smooth bodies.
The short one had huge breasts with dark, pronounced
nipples and a thick patch of auburn hair between her
legs.  The tall one had nice breasts, too.  But they
were more proportioned to the rest of her.  Her pubic
hair was a light red, like the hair on her head.  Her
nipples were pink with small aureola.  Both women had
attractive faces, although the tall one seemed nervous
and constantly glanced in his direction.

	The best part, though, was her ass.  It was as
full and round as his glimpse the night before had
promised.  Smooth and magnificent, his cock began to
stiffen at the sight of it.

	They both knelt on the bed and turned to face
him, bowing low. The show was about to begin.

	His penis stood painfully erect, but he refused
to touch it, not wanting to come prematurely.  He had a
show to watch!

			*	*

	"Is he there?" Suzy asked.

	"I don't know.  How am I going to tell?"

	"Hell.  Ask him!  Write a sign and let him read
it!"

	Connie scribbled, "Are You Ready?" and held up
the cardboard.

	Across the way, there was darkness.  And then
a small glimmer of light showed.

	"What the Hell is it?" Suzy asked.

	Connie took the binoculars and whistled.

	In the pale circle of a desk lamp, his penis
stood proud and hard.

	"See for yourself!" she said handing the other
woman the binoculars.

	"Great cock!" Suzy admired.  "If we play this
one right we could get fucked properly!"

	"I thought we were just going to tease him,"
Connie reminded her.

	"Okay," Suzy replied and reached for her.
"I'll lead.  Say 'no' whenever you want.  I'll under-
stand."

	Without further warning, she leaned over and
kissed Connie passionately, moving her tongue against
the other girl's lips, her hands lightly running over
her body.  Connie cautiously put her hands on Suzy's
waist and ran them up to cup the girl's huge breasts.

	"Like them?" Suzy asked.

	Connie nodded and then gasped as Suzy leaned
down to kiss her own pink nipples.  Suzy went from one
to the other, licking and sucking the nipples, drawing
them out to their full length.  Across the way, the
light still showed the erect penis, but there was a
hand cupping the heavy balls hanging below it.

	Suzy's hand had wandered down and was caressing
the fullness of Connie's ass.  Connie was surprised that
the other woman knew of the secret sensitivity of it.
Connie's ass was beautiful - like the rest of her.

	Silently Suzy agreed.  Slowly, Connie pushed
her pelvis into the other girl's.  Memories of Kathy
were swarming back - hot, musky memories.

	She flinched as a hand found her vagina and then
relaxed her thighs to let her lips open to the insis-
tence of Suzy's fingers.

	"I hope he's getting his eyes full!" Suzy
remarked.

	Connie murmured deep in her throat.

	"It's not too much for you, is it?" Suzy asked.

	"No."

	The one word spoke volumes.

	Suzy's tongue ran a trace down to her navel and
swirled there a moment before proceeding further down.
It stopped just below the line of her pubic hair, and
Connie fell back spreading her legs and urging the soft
head down to where her clitoris throbbed.  It had all
come back now! Kathy's probing tongue and the countless
times and tastes.  Suzy felt so, so good, and the idea
of the unknown man watching them with only his erect
penis showing excited her even more.

	Connie spread her legs as wide as she could to
let Suzy's tongue probe up into her vagina.  It was
something she had not done for decades, and Suzy was
more expert at it than she or Kathy had ever been.  She
gritted her teeth as she began to come and felt Suzy's
fingers tickling her ass as her tongue continue to spear
her vagina like a prehensile penis.

			*	*

	He stroked his penis slowly as he watched the
short one busily devouring her partner.  She was on her
knees with her ass toward the window so that he could
see her open vagina and her breasts hanging down beneath
her.  Her head blocked any view of what she was doing,
but the spasms of the taller girl's body told their own
story!  If their aim was to torture him, they were
having their way!

	He looked at the other girl's face.  Her eyes
were tightly closed but her mouth opened full and
pouting as if she was trying to capture something as
she came.  She was saying something now, and the other
girl had stopped eating her and was crawling up to kiss
her.  Then they both got up on their knees and bowed
toward him again.  He could think of no better response
than to wave his penis toward them.  He still had not
come, but it was not far off.

	Then the show continued.

			*	*

	Connie was feeling guilty.  Suzy had just licked
her to one of the finest orgasms she had ever had and
now was laying back stroking her own clitoris, afraid
to ask her to bring her off.

	She rolled over and kissed Suzy firmly, letting
her hand run down the girl's body to caress the fleshy
fold between her legs. Suzy's vagina was a wonder in
itself.  It was strange, yet familiar.  It seemed to
draw her fingers inside it and she felt the slick 
abundance of juices flowing from the woman.

	She slowly drew her soaking hand up to her face
and inhaled deeply.  The musky odor of Suzy's vagina
was almost too much as her tongue snaked out to lick her
fingers.  Suzy groaned loudly and spread her legs
impossibly wide.  "Please!" she begged.  "I'm sorry but
I really need it. Connie gently slid down until her face
was firmly pressed against Suzy's labia.  With loud
slurping sounds, she sucked and licked as much juice
as she could from deep inside Suzy, just as she had done
with Kathy so many years before.  Then she took Suzy's
clitoris between her lips and pulled it gently, letting
it almost slip away before sucking it back again and
again.  Suzy squealed as her pelvis spasmed over and
over, her hands entwined in Connie's hair.  Connie's
own hands reached up to massage Suzy's breasts. Kathy's
had been the small, hard breasts of a nubile teenager.
These were full and demanding. Before she was done, she
knew she wanted to bury her face between these beauties
and smother them with kisses.

	When Suzy stopped writhing, Connie slowly pulled
herself up to a sitting position.

	"This is our secret," she told Suzy.

	"Ours and his!" Suzy laughed.

	"Damn!"

	For the moment, Connie had forgotten about the
subject of the evening's entertainment.

	"Want to invite him over?" Suzy asked.

	"What?"

	"Look."

	In the window was another sign:  LIKE COMPANY?

	It's owner stood partially in the shadows.
Connie peered through the binoculars.  Globs of semen
clung to his stomach and legs.

	"The son-of-a-bitch jerked of and came all over
himself!" she exclaimed.

	"That makes three of us!  Tell him to come over.
A solid cock wouldn't dampen the party.  Hell, at least
he asked!"

	"Okay," Connie warned, "You really want him,
don't you?"

	Suzy was silent for a moment.

	"You've done it before with a girl," she said
quietly.

	Connie nodded.

	"Well, you know then.  It's...it's just better
with a man involved," Suzy tried to explain.  "Hell,
that's what bi is all about - the best of both worlds,
isn't it?"

	Connie understood what her friend was trying to
say and nodded. The vision of the man's cock had not
left her mind since they had started.

	"Was it as good?  Or was it better than before?"
Suzy asked lightly.

	Connie kissed her.

	"I'm still not queer," she said, "but I liked
the way you tasted when I licked your pussy.  I like to
taste come, too.  You know, like men's come, especially
after it's been in me."

	"Let's bring him over and fuck him so we can
suck each other off some more," Suzy told her.

	They both looked toward the window and waved.
There was no mistaking their meaning and they were
rewarded shortly as the lights went apartment.  He was
on his way.

	"Have you done this much?" Connie asked shyly.

	"Only a couple of times," Suzy replied.  "I'm
not really a Lesbian, but I am bisexual, I guess. I
can't wait to get ahold of that guy's cock, if you want
to know the truth, but I want to watch him fuck you,
too.  I really got off the night I watched you sixty-
nine Raymond."

	Connie blushed again.  Raymond was a casual date
she had met at one of Suzy's parties.  As they danced,
she had felt his penis become hard and press against
her.  When most of the guests had gone and Suzy had
retired to her bedroom with her own date, Connie and
Raymond had gone into the extra bedroom and begun 
necking.  Before she could breathe, his hand was under
her dress and inside her panties, stroking her wet
pussy.  She opened his fly and reached inside to grasp
his cock, still hard from their dance.

	"You watched?  I thought you left as soon as
you opened the door!"

	"No way!  You were working that cock and coming
in his mouth at the same time!  I almost jumped the two
of you.  Whatever happened to him, anyway?"

	"He's a prick.  Forget about him.  I'm nervous
about what we're doing right now."

	"Connie, next to me, you're the sleaziest little
snatch I know. If this guy gives us any trouble, we'll
just fuck him to death and hang his dead ass out to
dry!"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day
and age,  it  is just plain stupid to have unprotected
sex with strangers.  This story  is  for entertainment
not to be imitated. You only have one  body  per  life
time... Take good care of it... Kristen
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!