Watching

Note: This not a story that shrunk in the wash. It is part of the Literotica 750 Word Project 2021. There are exactly 750 words.

A few years ago, when I was between wives, I had a bit of a fling with a woman who was up for pretty much anything.

C was a freelance writer. When we met, she had just ghost-written a 'How-to' book for a well-known psychotherapist. The manuscript was what my boss, Jack Bungay, called 'a ninety-percenter.' 'It's quite good, but not quite good enough,' Jack said. 'Needs tightening. Needs pulling together.'

I read the manuscript, made a few notes, and then C and I sat down to discuss some of the possibilities.

We met at her flat, above an electrical appliances shop at the wrong end of Portobello Road. The room in which we met was more or less square, but the wall opposite the window overlooking the street was covered in mirror tiles, so the room appeared to be twice as long as it actually was.

In the centre of the room, there was a low, square table. (Two low square tables if you counted the table in the mirror.) And scattered all around were large, colourful cushions that doubled as chairs.

Things went quite well for the first hour or so, and then, more or less out of nowhere, C said: 'And now I think that we should fuck.' I was a little taken aback. But it had been a while since my last carnal encounter. And so we did fuck. In front of the mirror. 'I like to watch,' C said. And that was how things got started.

One weekend, when we had both been working exceptionally long hours and hadn't really had a chance to spend much time together, we put our keyboards to one side and headed to a hotel out on the coast for a bit of R&R.

We arrived at the hotel at about three in the afternoon, unpacked, and got down to our first fuck beside the seaside. ('Oh, I do like to fuck beside the seaside!') Then, after a nap, we showered, dressed, and headed down to the hotel's house bar for a cocktail before dinner.

C was wearing a very smart, but very short, cocktail dress. And, when she hoisted herself up onto one of the high stools at the bar, it was evident that she had omitted to put on any knickers.

'I see your little furry animal has escaped from her cage,' I said.

C smiled. 'Yes. I think she enjoys the sea air,' she said. 'Would you like to stroke her?'

'Maybe later,' I said.

After our first drink, we went out onto the terrace and shared a seafood platter. Oysters, mussels, langoustines, and few other delicious delights. Also, a couple of glasses of champagne. Veuve Clicquot, as I recall. Then we returned to the house bar for one more drink before we headed for our room and what would undoubtedly follow.

When we walked back into the bar, we got a bit of a surprise. M, one of C's cousins was there. The two girls greeted each other as if they hadn't seen each other for yonks. 'Gosh, fancy seeing you here,' C said.

M explained that the pub was only a twenty-minute walk from where she now lived. 'I've slipped into the habit of a post-prandial stroll, followed by a glass of something,' she said.

C nodded. 'We should have another round of bubbles,' she said. So we did. And when we got to the end of our champagne, C said that she had some cognac back in our room. 'Since it's your birthday.'

'My birthday? Not my birthday,' I said. 'My birthday is still six months away.'

C smiled. 'Oh? Really? Well, you never know. You might think that it's your birthday. After a glass or two of cognac.'

The three of us went back to our room and C poured three shots of Remy Martin VSOP. While C was doing that, M excused herself and headed to the bathroom. And when M returned from the bathroom, she was dressed (or should that be undressed?) like the star of a catalogue for plus-sized lingerie. (M was quite a big girl. And she was sexy as all hell.)

'Well now, what's all this?' I asked.

'Well,' M said, 'I mentioned to C that I thought you looked good enough to fuck. And she said that I could fuck you, but only if she could watch.'

C raised her glass and proposed a toast. 'To birthdays.'

Then M and I did fuck.

And C did watch.

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