I breathed in a short huff of breath, wondering if I’d forgotten to breathe or if the excitement had burst my heart in my chest. I knew they were up there, the Mr. and Mrs., and they knew my secret. For all the effort and prestige I’d managed to pull in my professional life, I was nothing but a simple, toy-addicted slut. And they knew… and they wanted more.
My nipples, hardened to stiff, cold peaks with the clamps I’d placed before setting myself up on the patio, felt chafed by the pull and scrape of the old black duster. Starting to take it off, I thought better of it and left my “stage” to do a quick search and organize my closet. Would they prefer to watch me ride the large black dildo or would it blend into the carpet? The clear one, though smaller, could suction cup to the sliding door and give them a wonderful show… but that wasn’t right either. Paralyzed by chaotic indecision and irrational horniness, I grabbed a tapered, neon pink plug made for riding and grinding, then pulled the current golden bulbs out of myself, trying not to cum from the sheer force of my need.
Snagging a bottle of lube and my favorite vibrating wand, the one that stroked just right, I returned to my stage and set out my toys for my performance. I wondered which Hensen was holding the binoculars and, sinking down to the floor, I imagined their own performance in my mind. I squirted some lube into my hand, making a show of it and working it onto the plug from tip to flange before straddling it and making eye contact with the window above. The tie on my duster came undone, revealing two full breasts covered only with thin black bikini triangles.
Fisting my tits, I squeezed, pulling on them and removing the flimsy fabric. I gave a small shimmy, watching my titties and pinched nipples sway back and forth. The clamps made a gentle, metallic tinkling sound that raised goosebumps over my back and ass. Mrs. Hensen would be up there, behind her tinted window, with one hand fisted around her husband’s cock and the other rubbing soft circles around her clit. Mr. Hensen was probably thinking about being balls deep in my pretty, little cunt while sucking on his wife’s large breasts. I was certain, though I’d only had a glance at her swimsuit, the Perfect Alice had perfect breasts with a barbell piercing through each nipple. I was almost undone, imagining sucking on those piercings and wishing I had a matching pair of my own.
The duster came off completely, and I worked the tip of the plug into my greedy asshole before lowering myself down to take even more. Once I was full - nearly to the hilt - and I felt stretched and half-crazed, my eyes returned to the window where the adoring couple was doubtless doing their own stuffing and tilted my hips back. I gave them a full view of my body, perched on the plug and leaned back on one hand so they could watch my toy appear and disappear in and out of me. Legs wide, my pussy was on display and so fucking wet. I showed myself off to them, riding the plug and grinding myself down onto it until I was so close. A speck of dust could have landed on my swollen clit, and I would have gone howling into oblivion.
With my other hand, I pulled the vibrating wand between my legs, flicked it on, and softly touched it to the hood of my clit. The world went black, and a flash of molten pleasure arched through my body. There was absolutely nothing in this universe that could have stopped the tidal flow of my climax, and I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. Even shaking in orgasm, the Hensens flickered into my mind, and I imagined Alice, face plastered to the window while Jeremy fucked her pussy hard from behind. One of his hands would be on her hip and the other threaded through her blonde locks, pulling her to him to meet each thrust. She would be moaning and panting hard, but not using a single hand to brace herself against the window. No, I knew Alice; she had one hand absolutely pulling on her nipple and the other between her legs, rubbing that sweet, pink clit between her pointer and index finger.
I touched the wand to my clit again, now grinding it into the delicate flesh, and rode hard the plug under me. When my next orgasm hit, I hissed at the almost pain but continued thrusting through it. Alice would be cumming with me, and Jeremy was not far behind her, giving a few last hard and weighty thrusts. I continued my rhythm, increasing in speed as my last orgasm built painfully in my muscles and rose unwillingly to the surface. If I was right, or at least if my imagination was up to my physical needs, Alice’s boobs were now smashed hard to the window, and the three of us would be tolling the bell together.
I gave my wand a few more hard strokes and returned my gaze, enduring, to the tinted window. I swear I could see the imprint of two smashed, pale globes up against the window, and that was enough to pull me into the deep once more. I panted hard, my body clenching and arching, then the world went black once more.
It took me a moment to realize that the world had actually gone dark and I hadn’t fucked myself blind. A soft rumbling and pitter-pattering that I had initially chalked up to my own moans and the delicious whirr of my toy clued me into the storm about two seconds before a flash of lightning lit up the sky like fireworks. The clap of thunder made me jump, unwillingly bobbing up and back down onto my toy, which was still lodged inside me.
“Well, fuck. I guess that is the end of that.” I said, slightly relieved because I was suddenly exhausted and sore. I slowly extricated myself from the plug, then unclamped my nipples. They stung so hotly that expletives and a smaller wave of pleasure followed. I stumbled to my feet, snagging my phone from where I had abandoned it. 9:59 PM. I shuddered at how early my morning was and padded to the bathroom for a quick bird bath. It was almost 10:30 PM before I returned, doing a quick clean and stowing my dirty toys in the closet.
“How did it get so fucking late?” I asked myself, sliding into bed with the determination to fall immediately asleep so as not to waste time. I needed to be up at 6 AM. I was not going to survive if I didn’t fall asleep in the next 10 minutes.
“Go to fucking sleep,” I groaned at myself at 11:15 PM. Needless to say, I did not. In fact, the Hensens ensured that I wouldn’t sleep a wink as they kept playing through my mind all night.
