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Eve
Eve As a married couple, it seems single friends tend to eventually drift out of your life, while the closest friendships you keep are with other couples. Jake and Eve have been our best "friend-couple" for years. And as with any inter-couple relationship, there's bound to be some "peeking over the fence", admiring the view on the other side. It was no different with us. There had been many times Eve had floated into my secret fantasies; perhaps after a double-date with Jake and Eve, I would re-write the end of the evening in my mind while lying in bed with my wife. And I'm sure it wasn't just me. But one night in particular, Eve embedded herself permanently in the erotic center of my mind, and left little to the imagination. A few years ago, Jake and Eve had moved back to the midwest to be closer to family. They soon realized they hated it, and wanted desperately to move back to the west coast. They would make trips back, usually staying at our house. Occasionally just one of them would fly solo to do go on an interview or go house hunting while the other one would stay behind to deal with some business. One such trip found Eve staying by herself in our guest bedroom. The three of us, Eve, my wife, and I, were sitting around the living room enjoying some conversation and red wine after she flew in one Friday evening. After a few hours of talking and drinking, the exhaustion of the week became apparent, and we all headed for bed: Eve in the guest room on the opposite side of the house as our bedroom. Once in bed, I realized I was wired and couldn't sleep as my wife snored softly next to me. I decided I needed a nightcap, so I swung my legs out of bed, pulled on some jeans and wrapped myself in a flannel. Quietly exiting the bedroom, I made my way to the backdoor of the house that leads out into the garage. On a shelf near the back of the garage is what I sought: a cigar box, an ashtray, and a small flask of Scotch and a glass. I gathered my accouterments and quietly opened the door that opens out onto the patio and back yard. Upon opening the door I was surprised to see light, when expecting total darkness, and thought for a brief moment that I had left the patio light on. I then realized it wasn't the patio light, but light spilling from the other side of the house, from Eve's bedroom. For some reason I decided not to flip on the patio light and announce my presence. Instead I walked to the patio table and set up shop in the dark. I didn't even glance over at Eve's bedroom, pretending not to notice the flood of light coming from her window. I poured myself a dram and lit a cigarillo. Only then, did I peek over at Eve's window. The bedroom light was on and the<b> curtains </font></b>drawn back illuminating the small room perfectly. The backyard is hemmed in by a tall tree-lined fence, so Eve must have felt safe from spying eyes. She paced around the room, and I realized she was talking on her mobile phone, most likely with her husband. She was obviously wired too. She wore the same outfit she traveled in, a gray form-fitting t-shirt and a khaki skirt that hung past the tops of her cream colored knee-length socks. From my safe vantage point, sipping whiskey and puffing smoke rings, I admired her beautiful body. Eve and my wife have a similar build (which is a big reason I find Eve so attractive), standing about five foot five, with very feminine curves, Eve being only slightly less endowed in the bust and hips. She has shoulder-length auburn hair, hazel eyes, and beautiful fair skin. She tousled her hair absent-mindedly as she walked and talked. Then all of a sudden she looked straight at me, and puckered her lips in a faux kiss. My face felt instantly flushed as I thought I'd been caught. It soon dawned on me that she couldn't see me, she was looking at her own reflection. Eve lingered at the window, looking at herself, still chatting away. She pulled her hair up into a top-not, letting it fall into her face, making playful little kissy mouth faces at her reflection. With her free hand she cupped her breast, and then sort of leaned over, squeezing her bust between her arms, accentuating her cleavage. My face flushed again, and a warm tingling ran throughout my body. I thought to myself, I should look away, go back into the house quietly and go to bed...yet I could not. Eve then threw herself on the bed, still clutching her phone, and twirled her hair. She lay on her back and raised her legs into the air, her feet rubbing together playfully. The material of her skirt shifted with the movement and the hemline dropped revealing the tops of her socks. My cock pulsed in my jeans at the small reveal of flesh despite myself, and I held my breath wondering if her movement would reveal more. Tantalizingly, she continued to play footsies in the air with herself and her skirt continued to creep down her thighs. My cock throbbed again, and I snubbed out my cigar, my attention rapt. But alas, no panty glimpse was to be had. Her skirt bunched up about mid thigh, and she dropped her legs back onto the bed, and lay there with her back to me. Eve, having apparently said her goodbyes, pressed a button on her phone and set it on the nightstand. She collapsed back onto the bed in a sort of fetal position, again turned away from me. A couple minutes passed with Eve not moving. I sipped my drink, and wondered if she had passed out. Just as I was about to call it a night and creep back into the house, I noticed a flurry of movement. Eve reached back behind her and unclasped her bra under her shirt. Then she did that weird little move that women can do, and pulled her bra free without taking off her shirt. I thought to myself "Ah, show's over; she's getting ready for bed and will switch off the light any moment." And yet she didn't. She lay in the same position on the bed, her hair spilling out on the pillow, the curving contours of her head and back ending in the teardrop swell of her ass, and her stocking feet intertwined below. There was a barely noticeable flutter of movement, a sort of vibration across her whole body, and I said aloud "Holy fuck! Is she playing with herself?" I felt compelled to get a better view. My body moved almost against my will, and I got up from my chair. There's a large maple tree in the yard directly across from the bedroom window, and I covered the distance between the patio furniture and it in only a couple quick steps. I figured that even if Eve caught a glimpse of my silhouette, it would blend in with the shape of the tree. My heart was pounding in my throat, as I yearned for Eve to show me a little more. She glanced over her shoulder (at me) at the window, and I held my breath, pulse pounding. She bit her bottom lip and sort of smirked. What she did next blew my mind. She popped up from her prone position in an instant and began gathering the bed pillows into a pile. Settling into the pillows like an easy chair she draped her legs over the side of the bed facing the window, staring right in my direction. It was completely unnerving, but I was sure she still couldn't see me, only her own reflection. Staring intently, she began to give herself a show. She slowly spread her legs, pulling her skirt up her thighs, revealing her plain white panties. My cock instantly throbbed into life in my pants. "This can't be happening," I thought "it has to be a dream." She began pawing her hands slowly up and down her legs, teasing herself, now touching her knees, now circling down clutching the bottom of her thighs, and finally petting her inner thighs, and lightly tracing across the fabric of her panties. It didn't seem possible for me to discern at my distance, but I could swear I saw a wet spot on her underwear then. Finally one hand dipped under the waistband, and she bit her lip again, as she touched herself. She reached up with her free hand and rubbed a nipple through her shirt, then up and under the shirt, cupping her breast, revealing a half-moon of flesh. She tugged up on the waistband of her panties, pulling them taut across her labia, both of us enjoying the view. I began to whisper/chant, "Take them off. Take them off. Take them off." My incantation worked. She raised her butt off the bed an inch or so, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and peeled down her white cotton underwear, sliding them down her legs in one fluid motion. Eve spread her legs wide and there was her pussy in all its rosy pink glory, topped with a light dusting of chocolate brown pubic hair in a neat triangle. My breath caught in my throat; I could not believe what I was seeing. Daintily she drew the tip of an index finger up the length of her sex and circled her clitoris a few times. Then with two fingers of her other hand she spread her labia wide, exposing her juicy pink orifice. Her index finger again traced up her now spread pussy, painting a line of wetness up and around her clit, her mouth opening in a silent O of ecstasy. Her fingers started to work faster up and down her cleft, pausing often to encircle her clit. She cast a magic spell of her own then, and before I knew it, my fly was undone and my erection sprang free in the cool night air. I gripped myself, a dribble of pre-cum moistening my hand, though nothing, I'm sure, compared to how moist Eve's hand was. Eve's hand began to work faster at her pussy. She closed her eyes and leaned back into her mound of cushions, her feet coming off the floor, raising up into the air. Suddenly two of her fingers disappeared into her velvety folds, and she began to finger fuck herself with a fury, as I stroked my cock in time. Eve's legs were spread wide with knees bent, her feet in the air, toes pointed perfectly like a ballerina's. She lay flat on the bed now, so I couldn't see her face, but I could still see the amazing show she was putting on. Her hand became a blur as her fingers danced upon her clit, sometimes pausing to insert two fingers inside her. My own hand worked faster, my cock swollen and throbbing in my grip. Then suddenly, boom. Her thighs clapped together in an instant, her hand still trapped at her crotch. Her hips bucked several times, humping the air, her ass rising off the bed with each thrust. It was more than I could handle. My own orgasm erupted, rocking my body as I shot a stream of semen into the dirt at my feet. My mind reeled at this beautifully surreal experience; a near simultaneous orgasm separated by 20 yards of space, glass, and darkness. I shuddered as I watched Eve's body also twinge with aftershocks. She lay collapsed on the bed, the apple-shaped swell of her naked ass and the curves of her beautiful legs still visible to me, but her face was once again obscured from my vantage. I tucked my still dripping penis away and did up my pants. I stood for a few minutes frozen to the spot near the tree, wondering if Eve would stir or if she had passed out. A few minutes stretched out like hours. Finally Eve did move. She lazily reached out from her spot on the bed and pulled the drawstring pulling the<b> curtains </font></b>closed. A few seconds later the light switched off, engulfing me in darkness. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dark, and it was as if I just noticed the cold air of the night, as I stood shivering next to a tree. I crept silently back to my spot at the patio table, gathered the ashtray and my flask, and snuck back into the garage closing the back door carefully behind me. The next morning, I could barely make eye contact with Eve at the breakfast table. And every time I glanced over at her over the rim of my coffee cup, I felt a rush and smiled to myself. I never revealed the events of that night to anybody; least of all to Eve. But since then, whenever I hang out with her in a group of friends, I can't help but think my secret thoughts of her succulent pink pussy and the mind-blowing show she gave me one night. |
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