The Watcher

[MissVictoria]

I awake in the darkness to the sensation of a chill breeze filling the room, the window open, curtains blowing and a silver mantle of moonlight across my bed. The images of my dream are already dissapearing as I sit, head in hands, grasping for wisps of my evaporating dream. The shadows... their shadows again. Her cries that echo on the night wind toward my window. There they are again...

They have been floating in and out of my sleeping and waking consciousness for weeks, weaving a sense of strange anxiousness or anticipation. I enjoy when they come together- the sounds of her voice crying out in the pleasure of passion. It reverberates inside of me, like a pleasant echo... or a voice that can unlock the doors of my deepest paradise.

I see their shadows sometimes across the window at night, moving against the silk screening of their curtain. I watch them. The woman raises and arches in the throes of her passion. The man presses his lips to her neck. And on the wind, their cries carry to me.

I have been watching them for months now. Their love has become my obsession- my own longing drifts up and out of my body, through my window and to their bed. As I watch them, my hands unknowingly seek the curve of my hip, my breasts. My long hair stirrs in the breeze as the wind carresses my body.

I want what they have. And I am fascinated.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jason Storrey

Oh, shit, late again. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, taking only a quick moment to glance back at sweet Fiona still lying exhausted on the rumpled bed. Another night of incredible passion, and another rude awakening the morning after. I emptied my bladder, brushed my teeth, ran my hands quickly through my mop of thick short blond hair til it stood randomly upward. Good enough for now.

I ran naked down the stairs and out into the back yard, finding a dew covered peach colored rose to pluck. Back up the stairs, a kiss on Fiona's cheek, I laid the rose on the pillow before her, threw on yesterday's clothes, grabbed my briefcase and headed out the door, still not certain what my 'excuse d'jour' would be when the boss lady gave me her icy stare of "Where the fuck have you been?"

I sprinted for the car, momentarily startled by a sudden consciousness that just beyond the fence stood my comely neighbor. I looked up smiling, "Good morning" was as creative as I could get. But something about the way she looked at me was haunting, and the image of her face followed me all the way to the office. So much so that when boss lady queried, all I could come up with was the truth. She actually seemed amused at that.

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Fiona Dunn

I awoke to the cool feeling of a petal against my forehead, and a sea of peach in front of my eyes. I smiled to myself, clutching the blossom closely and kissing its petals.

Jason had already left for work, and was more than likely late if I knew him at all. I really was getting to know him, and the fact continually amazed me...

He had been spending most of his time at my apartment. So much, in fact, that I had pondered inviting him to move in. Our relationship was serious, there was no disguising it, and there was no sense in paying upkeep on both apartments. Half of his things were already here.

But was he ready? He was a gypsy spirit, not soon to be tied down to anything. If I were to claim him, would he grow listless and lifeless, like a wild bird in a cage? Would I blot out that in him which truly made my life with him fantastic?

With these questions on my mind, I rose out of bed, slipping on my silk robe and opening the curtains to my window wide. I looked out my window and to the apartment across from me.

There was the woman again, looking in my direction. I quickly turned around, gathering my robe close to my body with a hint of warmth coming to my cheeks.

But her piercing gaze was ingrained into my vision.

 

[MissVictoria]

I am the silent silver shadow in the window. I have become the feeling on the back of your neck when you are by yourself, but not entirely alone. . .

I sat at my windowseat, naked, with my journal in my lap. It was raining outside, and the falling water obscured my view of their window. It did not matter- they were not home.

The smooth line of my pen against the paper of my journal was pleasant, gliding easily over the sea of white in a trail of fine black ink:

I saw them both today. First he, in the morning, and he glanced directly at me before going off on his way to work. She slept late into the morning, her sweet figure draped by her white sheets.

I often wonder if I am truly becoming obsessed, and where this could lead me. My dreams are growing strange... dreams in which I become her, or become him, or both and make love to myself.

But they bring me so much joy. I can't help but feel that

I stopped writing and glanced outward. My breath fogged the window, and I smiled as I enjoyed the lulling sound of the rain against the pane. I closed my eyes, nuzzling up to a pillow in the windowseat, and it was not long before I had drifted to sleep.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jason

Work was a bitch, as usual, and all the way home I thought of my honey, hoping she'd be waiting for me. Opening the front door, I was greeted immediately by Fiona, dressed in a yellow print sundress that barely covered her ass. We ran to each other, quickly entangled in each other's arms and sucking face to beat the band. This was so unlike my previous relationships. We were always happy to see each other, always quick to lend support when needed, no hidden agendas, no bullshit.

I treasured her. She made getting through the day possible, and I tried my best to give her the best of me the rest of the time. She asked about my day, and I brushed the question aside. "You don't want to know, honey. It's being here with you that is the real part of my life." I turned to close the front door, noticing once again our neighbor walking around her yard.

"Honey," I asked, not quite sure where to go with it. "Have you met our neighbor yet? I saw her this morning, and she gave me the strangest look."

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

I looked out my window to see the neighbor woman wandering out in her yard absently. "No... I haven't met her, but..."

The woman looked up from her yard, directly into my eyes. In answer a shiver crept up my spine, and for a moment it seemed as if I was connected to her. Then I looked away, trying not to seem flustered. "She seems strange, doesn't she? I see her at her window quite a bit... she must have nothing better to do."

Turning away, I encircled my arms about Jason's neck, playfully letting him bear most of my weight. Laughing as he scooped me up, I covered his face in tiny kisses, which inevitably led to longer kisses, and longer and longer until...

God I love this man.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jason

"She seems strange, doesn't she? I see her at her window quite a bit... she must have nothing better to do." Fiona looked out the window at her, and then returned to cover me in kisses. Her arms flung around my neck, I slowly lifted her feet off the floor. My hands found her warm ass, lifting her legs around my waist. I stroked her thighs as they clung to me, long, smooth, strong thighs that could drive me wild in the most amazing ways.

Wanting to make the most of the remaining hour of sunlight, I carried her that way, through the kitchen. "Here, sweetie, hold these, would you?" I handed her two wine glasses, a corkscrew, and a bottle of merlot, knowing we may or may not get as far as opening the wine. I flipped the screen door open with my foot, banging loudly against the porch rail, and knocking a geranium to the pavement. "Oops."

Outside it was still paradise, the sun flowing freely in over the privacy hedge that surrounded our modest back yard. It was one of the selling points when we found this place, our privacy was important, especially when we were behaving like teenagers. I settled Fiona's ass onto the picnic table, and slid her panties down her luscious legs.

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Fiona

One of the wine glasses toppeled over as Jason tore at my panties, throwing me off-balance a bit. I laughed, turning toward him and forgetting the glasses in the light of his beautiful eyes. They were lit with a childish desire, and all of the fun that I had come to associate with him. "Patience, cowboy..." I teased, as he slid my panties down my legs. But I knew there would be no patience... his hands were already roaming up my thighs.

I dug my fingers into his hair, carressing his scalp as he came up over me, pushing me back into the table and planting soft kisses up my stomach. His fingers were on my outer thighs, gripping and carressing the skin with his strong hands, almost possessively kneading the flesh and drawing me to him. I smoothed my hands down his back, enjoying the strong contour of his form, and coming back up with my fingernails dragging firmly over his back and catching in his shirt.

Then I was pressing forward and our lips were somehow together again. I whimpered softly against the kiss, pressing forward toward him with a force that was almost overbearing, slipping my tongue deep into his mouth and drinking him up.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jason

"Oh, baby, after a day like this, it's sooooo nice to come home to you. You're the sunshine in my day." Her kisses always got me going. Long before we became lovers Fiona had caught my attention with her kisses. I don't think she even knew what she was doing. We were the most casual of friends, and on numerous occasions when we would be saying our goodbys at the end of one event or another that had brought us together, she would plant this hypnotic spell on me with her lips. It wasn't even a sexual kiss, but it penetrated my soul, and stirred my libido something wicked. One day I woke up to the fact that I should kiss her before we were saying goodby, and from there on, my friends, is history, as they say.

The sun was still warming us as it peaked over the shrubs. I lifted her dress over her head. What a sight. Fiona was just what I'd always wanted in a woman, bright, fit, full of piss and vinegar, a slim body with small firm breasts that just cried out 'Suck me, please.' I stroked her face, loving the look of the sun in her hair, and the twinkle in her eyes. I touched her gently, along her shoulders, across the upper swelling of her chest, and back underneath, and finally across the hardened buds. My cock by now was a rock, just from seeing her.

I followed her ribs, and traced the sweet curves of her belly, down to the soft triangle of hair. Her flesh rose to meet my touch, speaking volumes about our connection. Our eyes danced continuously, our tongues flicking about the other's mouth, planting seeds of love. Mmmmmmm . . .Whoa!

What the fuck? Am I delerious, or did the hedge just move? I peered for a moment into the edge of the yard. I couldn't quite make out anything, and Fiona, unaware of what I was looking at, pulled my face back to her and devoured me again.

 

[MissVictoria]

My breaths are shallow and thin, but even though I am silent, I am sure they can hear me breathe. I close my eyes so that I can blend in with the leaves. I am the hedge, my fingers are twigs, my arms branches.

I keep my eyes shut. As long as I can not see them, they can not see me. But then they are there behind the red of my eyelids, his hand pressing up her thigh. There is no escape from them.

So I open my eyes. I watch, and I wait. The moment will be soon.