A young woman involuntarily witnesses the sex of her neighbors. Shortly afterwards she gets a job offer. She is to watch them fuck. At first without participating.
I love sitting in the garden after work and reading.
There's always plenty of peace and shade along the fence to the neighbor's garden, which is overgrown with dense conifers.
A few weeks ago, I sat down there and immersed myself in a good book.
I heard my neighbors coming into the garden and talking and briefly considered making myself noticed, but the book and the peace and quiet won the race against the conversation with my neighbors.
I like them, they are nice people, but sometimes I just like my peace.
I sank back into my book.
I can read anywhere and block out my surroundings. That's probably why I only noticed the rhythmic noise in my back when Oriana moaned softly.
I suddenly had no doubt what I was hearing and the book in my hands trembled slightly.
If I got up and left now, they would hear me.
If I made myself heard, it would be embarrassing.
I didn't want to listen to them having sex, but I didn't want to make it awkward for either of them. So I stayed where I was and tried to concentrate on my book again.
A stupid attempt.
Now I could hear everything very clearly. As if the noises around me had receded into the distance and I could only hear the couple copulating.
I involuntarily concentrated on them and wondered what they looked like.
Was she leaning against one of the trees and holding on to the gutter?
Was she on all fours in the grass and he was taking her from behind with relish?
I heard a soft clap and her suppressed cry.
They were so close, it was so arousing.
Now I heard Simon moaning too and the rhythm quickened.
I didn't dare move or even breathe any louder.
Only my right hand moved very slowly under my long skirt and between my already open legs.
Very slowly and completely absorbed in the sex noises behind me, I felt up the inside of my thigh and stuck my finger into the side of my panties to feel my wet, excited pussy.
My garden chair is too tight for me to masturbate without making a sound, but I had to touch myself and feel my hot center.
I massaged my clit very slowly while Simon pumped into Oriana and triggered her orgasm. I heard her gasping and moaning and wished I could see them both.
When I heard Simon come, the tension in my body was almost unbearable.
I felt myself slowly sliding down the chair so that I could open my legs wider and finally put my fingers inside myself.
That stopped me.
It was impossible not to make a noise and I was already breathing far too heavily.
I regretfully took my hand off my pussy and sat aroused but motionless.
Did he use a condom and now pull his penis out of her to check if it was tight or did he watch his sperm flow out of her while her pussy was still twitching?
Did she wait patiently until he saw everything he wanted to see?
I heard my neighbors scramble to their feet, panting, and I imagined Oriana smoothing out her skirt and heard Simon zipping up his pants.
I wished I could see it and felt ashamed.
When I heard them leave, I got up as slowly as I could and went into the house.
I had to hurry.
If I waited and one of them went into their bedroom on the second floor, they would see me leave here and that would be extremely embarrassing.
On the way into the house, I even had the crazy thought that they had also seen me going to my reading place earlier and had deliberately gone into the garden.
What an idiotic thought.
At home, I took off my panties and lay down on my couch.
My pussy was wet and ready. I massaged it slowly and took myself back to the moment in the garden.
Oriana's moans, the slap on her ass and Simon's heavy breathing as he came inside her.
I tried to satisfy myself to the rhythm of the thrusts I heard and imagined him taking me. This time there was nothing to stop me from sliding my fingers deep inside myself as I felt the orgasm coming.
I had never watched or heard anyone having sex before and when I came I knew it was definitely not the last time I would masturbate to this sweet fantasy.
My orgasm was slow and long. Quite different from the fast and violent orgasms I always experienced with my vibrator.
I decided to masturbate more often with my fingers.
My neighbors are nice people and I was really sorry to violate their privacy in this way, but it wasn't intentional and would never happen again.
The next day at lunchtime, Oriana came by to ask if her youngest daughter could wait by me for her father to pick her up after school because they didn't want to leave her home alone.
The girl is 10 and a really sweet, bright child, so I happily agreed.
We sat over coffee in my kitchen and chatted casually.
Oriana talked about her children and her marriage, and I didn't even notice when the subject turned to her and her husband's sexual life.
They had been married for 18 years and Oriana told me that they had already tried a few things.
I was a little uncomfortable listening to this, but I got really hot when she started talking about a young woman that had been visiting Oriana and Simon for a while. She was still very young at the time and willing to explore everything and the couple and she were very close at the time.
Then she moved away, but they have remained good friends and still visit each other often.
Even now they like to have sex with each other.
Before I could interrupt the conversation, Oriana said a sentence that made me fall completely silent.
“Since you moved in here, we've been wondering with Simon if you'd be interested in a slightly unusual but hopefully exciting arrangement for both of us.” I couldn't even nod or say no. I just sat there and stared at her.
She must have been expecting such a reaction, because she continued to speak. Quietly and carefully, like a frightened child, she explained to me what she had in mind.
“We want to enter into a business relationship with you. Pay you to spend time with us and just be around us. Especially when we have sex with each other.”
My mind raced, switching from outrage to disbelief and from excitement to shame.
“No one will touch you if you don't want to. We don't want that either. At least not at the beginning. We want to take it very slowly and enjoy it. We know that you don't need the money, it's just there to provide an extra incentive for both of us. It would be something completely new for us too.”
I still sat there in silence.
I should throw her out of my house because she just wanted to buy me like a whore. That's exactly what I was supposed to do. But I could see that she wasn't trying to insult me, but that her offer was sincere. I asked as calmly as I could manage:
“How would you like me to imagine it?” Oriana smiled for the first time since the topic had started. She was pretty, something I'd never really paid attention to. At 41, a year younger than her husband and 10 years older than me.
“You come over, have a tea or coffee with us and we'll see if we feel good in each other's company. If so, we'd love it if you were willing to watch us have sex. You don't touch yourself or us, you don't participate, you just watch.”
After what I heard in the garden, I knew how arousing it would be to see it too.
But openly??? If the two of them knew???
Could I do that?
I got hot and felt a tugging in my stomach that told me I was very aroused by the thought. It probably embarrassed me even more than Oriana's proposal itself.
“I see I've surprised you and you need to think. Please take your time, I don't want to rush you. If it's not for you, we won't be angry with you, of course. But I think you'd have a lot of fun doing it too.”
Then she smiled a smile so knowing that it made me blush. She was right, I wanted it now. The suspicion that they knew I was in the garden when they were having sex became a certainty when she smiled.
They could have watched me reading from their bedroom window the whole time and only then gone into the garden.
It must have excited them even more to know that I was sitting just a few meters away from them and listening.
Oriana went to pick up her daughter and bring her to me before she had to drive to a customer.
I was left alone with my thoughts.
Two hours later, my thoughts were almost forgotten as I played in the garden with the neighbor's daughter.
I love jumping rope, and since she knows me, she loves it too.
I was just finishing my round when I saw a beaming smile on her face, red with exertion, and heard footsteps on the gravel behind me.
Her father was there to pick her up.
He greeted us kindly, as he always did, but I couldn't look at him. The sounds and feelings of the morning were there, and I was sure he could read them all effortlessly in my bright red face.
I could at least explain my burning cheeks to the girl with my rope jumping. It didn't work on her father.
When I finally couldn't avoid it any longer and met his gaze, I saw it in his eyes.
The lust, the anticipation, the confidence, and the desire.
His daughter showed him a new combination of jumps that I had taught her, and he smiled at her enthusiastically.
Why did I get the impression that 60% of his grin was my embarrassment?
We went into the house to get his daughter's things, and I fiddled with the coffee machine so I wouldn't have to look at him again.
“Can I offer you a coffee?” I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. Simon had never had a coffee with me before.
“No, thank you. I have everything I want right now,” he said calmly and came very close to me from behind.
Of course, he had everything right now.
My embarrassment must have aroused him, as it involuntarily aroused me.
I heard him suck in the air close behind me.
My sweaty body suddenly seemed to be able to produce even more heat. Images of Simon pulling down my shorts and pressing against my bare ass from behind to take me right here right now flooded my mind, and I clung to the kitchen counter in front of me.
He was close—too close.
Half a step backwards and I'd crash into his body.
“Oriana told me you'd consider our offer.” My breath hitched. I didn't dare to move.
“I'm here to tell you personally how much I'd enjoy employing you. The possibilities are almost limitless if the arrangement suits you. We could have many exciting hours together.” I felt his breath on my shoulder and neck. Had he just touched me with his lips? Was it a gentle kiss, or was it just my imagination?
I didn't take that step. I didn't move at all.
I just suddenly found myself a little further away from the kitchen counter, and my back pressed against the hard body of the man behind me.
“I've got everything, Dad; we can go.” His daughter's piping voice sounded behind us, breaking the spell.
“Tomorrow evening at 7?” Simon whispered in my ear, and I nodded dazed.