1 Chapter 1

It was a perfect summer's night and I had a crystal clear view of her office. There they were, kissing and fondling each other. They had no regard for anyone else and I often wondered if they knew they were being observed. I grabbed my binoculars and settled back in my chair to watch their lovemaking. The other woman took off Amanda's jacket, then unzipped her skirt, dropping them both onto the floor. Amanda stepped out of the skirt, kicking it away from her feet. She was wearing a black bra and half-slip. I could just make out suspenders and stockings peeking out below the slip.

The buzzer on the intercom sounded.

“I said no interruptions,” I snapped.

“Sorry,” my secretary said, “Candice is here. She said you were expecting her.”

I wasn’t, but somehow she always knew. She always showed up when I was spying on them.

I rose and opened the door for her.

“You’re uncanny,” I said.

“Are they at it again?” she gushed, rushing over to my desk to claim the binoculars while I relocked the door.

I watched her make herself comfortable. She giggled as she zoomed in on the lenses. Now I’d have to use my spare pair, which Candice had brought me when I’d first mentioned the action in Amanda’s office.

I sat on the couch and focused in on them.

Amanda wiggled her way up on the desk. She crossed her long legs, a stiletto heel visible as the other woman ran a hand up her leg and down the outside of her thigh and back up under the slip.

She threw her head back as though laughing, her dark hair spilling down her back. The woman was at the hollow of her throat, then moved on towards her breasts.

Amanda's hands held the woman's head while she pushed her biceps together, forcing her breasts to practically spill from their cups as she smother them into the woman’s face.

“They certainly put on a good show, don’t they,” Candice said, not taking her eyes away from the binoculars.

“Always,” I laughed.

The woman pulled back and I watched, mesmerized, as she slowly stripped out of her clothing, down to her underwear. She knocked Amanda's legs open as she moved into the desk.

“They’ve got to know they have an audience. We can’t possibly be the only ones watching,” I said.

“I told you she was an exhibitionist the first time I laid eyes on her,” Candice laughed, “and she hasn’t proved me wrong.”

They embraced again, kissing and fondling. My pussy was throbbing and I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. The woman's hands were behind Amanda's back where they unclipped her bra, allowing her massive breasts to fall, swaying as she discarded it.

“Wow, what a rack. Do you think they’re real?” Candice asked.

“If they aren’t, then she’s got a great surgeon.”

Watching always turned me on. I glanced over at Candice and she was now eyeing me with a smirk on her face. She knew how much I enjoyed it and how thrilling it was to watch someone you knew without them knowing. She quickly refocused and wet her lips.

“My, my,” Candice said. “One day I’m going to go over there and knock on the door. You can watch from here, see if they invite me to join in.”

“Sure you will,” I laughed.

“I will,” she insisted. “It will be on my bucket list of things to do.”

“That list is so long you’ll never get to the end of it.”

The woman lifted each breast into the palm of her hands as though feeling the weight of them. Then she came around the front of Amanda and pounced on one, smothering it, kissing and licking, her tongue snaking around. She pulled back slowly and I saw she had the tip of the nipple in her mouth and was stretching it out until Amanda's hands drew her head back in.

Her mouth worked its way downwards as her hands pushed Amanda backwards until Amanda was lying flat on the desk. Amanda's breasts flopped down her sides, while the woman inched up the slip with her teeth to leave it bunched up at Amanda’s waist.

“I wonder who she is,” Candice said. “I’ve never seen this one before.”

“I wonder if they’re friends or call girls,” I said.

“Call girls, I’d say,” Candice said. “There are too many of them to be real friends. I’d say she certainly likes variety. Remember that sexy African American woman with the great arse and the way she took charge of Amanda, slamming her all over the office. That was one kinky bitch.”

“I’d love to see them afterwards, see how they react after a session.”

The woman stood back then, looking down at Amanda as she picked something off the desk and ran it down Amanda's abdomen. It must have been a letter opener. With a quick flick of her hand, she held up a flimsy G-string for her inspection.

“Wow, see what she’s doing there?” I said.