Two stories of getting more than she expected. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Voyeur A late night encounter though an open balcony door. By Paul_Chance Lying on top of the sheets I tossed and turned, the receding heat of the previous day slowly burning off. The windows were wide open, the fans humming along, but sleep remained elusive. I rolled out of bed and padded across the carpeted floor into the living room, moving quietly through the darkened apartment. I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of chilled water. Seeking just a few more degrees of cool I slid the screen door aside and stepped out onto the third floor balcony. I’d been staying in the leased apartment for a few weeks now, but most of my time had been consumed by work. I hadn’t met any of the neighbors, other than a casual wave or hello as we passed in the courtyard. The complex was arranged around that courtyard, the neat little apartments layered on top of each other three high. With the heat of the previous day slowly surrendering the most prevalent sound in the night was the hum of air conditioners. I’ve never liked sleeping in air conditioning and tonight was no exception, regardless of the heat. Stepping out onto the patio I twisted the cap off the bottle of water and took a long cold drink, then casually glanced around. When I looked to my left I was startled to see a woman staring straight back at me. She was standing just inside the patio screen door about thirty feet away. She was lit by a single lamp’s golden glow from somewhere behind her. Her arms were raised over her head, each hand holding the curtains near the rail, about to pull the curtains shut. Our eyes locked. Then, I looked down. Or rather, I slid my gaze down her body. The patio rail was wrought iron, so there was no obstruction. She was raised on her tip toes, her brown skin glistening slightly. She was wearing a pair of sheer blue panties and a white t-shirt and nothing more. Her hair, a rich tangle of curls, was spread across her shoulders, disheveled. Her brown nipples stood in dark rings against the sheer white shirt. We stood there for a long moment, stock still, pinned in silence. She finally broke the stillness of the moment by slowly, very slowly, drawing the curtains together. When there was about a six inch gap between the panels, she stopped. “Let’s leave the curtains open so we have some cool air, otherwise I am going to overheat.” she said, never breaking eye contact. Then, she turned and walked back into the room, her hips slowly swaying. The couch was placed with its back to the window, facing the big screen TV inside the living room, and she walked around the couch. “Stay down baby.” She said, “I want to be on top.” I watched as a pair of hands rose up from on the couch, male hands, strong and heavily veined. They encircled her waist and helped maneuver her into position. Though I could not see him on the couch, I could tell that she was straddling him, that they were both shifting to get into position. “Wait,” she said, “move a little more this way.” They shifted again. “There, right there, right there…” “Oh fuck.” She let out a long slow moan as she sank down. Her eyes slowly closed and her head rolled back. I stood there transfixed as she rode him, so slowly, up and down, her eyes closed, her face an intense mask of concentration, her nipples hardening, pressing through the t-shirt. She started making soft grunting noises and thrusting herself down in short, sharp jerks. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each movement. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” she chanted softly. Suddenly, her eyes opened and she looked straight out through the window, to where I was standing, not thirty feet away. She stared at me intently as her body was jolted up and down, her mouth half open. He had obviously taken over the rhythm underneath her and was now thrusting upward into her. Slowly, her head began to rock back and forth and her eyes slowly rolled up and closed. Her orgasm rippled through her in waves and she moaned, a long whimpering moan, one, twice, three times and then she slowly folded herself down and out of sight. I snapped out of my mesmerized state and turned and stepped back into the apartment, but I could go no further. I stood just inside the doorway, watching. Long minutes passed and then slowly she rose up from the couch and stood. She was naked from the waist down. Her pubic hair was matted and slick. The insides of her thighs glistened. Her entire body was coated in a light sheen of sweat. On unsteady legs she slowly walked around the couch to the patio doors, then, stepped through, out onto the patio. I could see her clearly in the reflected light from the courtyard below. She smiled, a content smile, and slipped a hand between her legs. She ran her index finger the length of her wet slit, and lifted it, coated in cum. Then she curled her hand and made a slow stroking motion. I knew instantly what she wanted and threw all caution to the wind. I quickly let my athletic shorts drop the floor and my cock, swollen and thick, leapt out, curving upward with my intense lust. I was so aroused it took only a moment. I curled my hand around my cock, squeezed it hard and gave a few long, slow strokes. I came in moments, pumping jets of whites out across the patio in long arcs. I had to grasp the edge of the patio door to keep from collapsing as each wave crashed through me. When I opened my eyes again and sought her out I saw just the flash of her smile from inside the curtains as she pulled them shut. Thandi’s Rooftop Account It was early August, swelteringly hot, and I came home late at night. I’d been away for nearly two years at college, spending the summers there as well. I’d take the fall semester off and planning a simple few months at home, relaxing, running, and catching up on all the pleasure reading I’d been missing while I was studying. My parents and my younger siblings, a brother and a sister, had all left for vacation - anything to dodge the heat. They’d invited me to fly out and meet them on vacation, but I was really looking forward to the quiet time at home. I have a tendency to drive myself pretty hard and though it served me well in school, lots of credits, good grades, it also required that I periodically took the time to just relax and balance the universe. It was close to midnight when the cab dropped me off at the driveway. I enjoyed the familiar walk up the long curve, watching the house come into view through the trees. The house is an old Victorian, fully restored by my father as his retirement hobby. It’s a big sprawling place, with four bedrooms on the first floor and six on the second. It is set on a full two acre lot and it’s set toward the back of the lot. There is a detached garage, a gardeners cottage, a tennis court and a pool and hot tub scattered over the grounds. I knew I would have the place to myself for a couple of weeks at least and I was truly looking forward to it. I came in through the front door, reset the alarm system, and immediately headed for one of my favorite rooms in the house, the large turreted tower room on the north side of the house. There room was generally used as a day room, but, to me, it was one of the best places to sleep in the house. The room was a large octagon with vaulted ceilings and a narrow wrought iron staircase to the widows walk that circled the top of the turret. It was furnished with a pair of large couches, several chairs, two incidental tables, and an entertainment system. The five narrow walls facing outward contained ceiling to floor windows, with stained glass borders. Being the part of the house farthest from the street, it overlooked the lake about a quarter of a mile away and allowed you to see the distant lights of the town that skirted the edges of the lake, glittering along the shores. There were half a dozen houses between our house and the lake, but they were all single stories, so they did nothing to restrict the view from the tower. One of the things I liked about the tower room in the summer was, when you opened all the windows, you might as well be sleeping outside and on this sultry night, that was exactly what I had in mind. Two connections, the train, and then the cab had made it a long travel day and I was tired. I set my bag on one of the chairs, unzipped one of the outer pockets and pulled out a pair of athletic shorts, my favorite sleeping apparel. I undressed quickly and slipped into the shorts. On barefeet I padded across the hardwood floor and set about opening the windows. When they were all open there was the caress of a cool night breeze flowing slowly through the room. I stood next to the window, enjoying the feel on my skin, listening to the sounds of the night. About twenty yards away, through the trees, was another house. From my vantage point in the tower I could see the entire back of the house and a portion of the yard over their hedge. When a light came on it was so sudden it startled me. The bedroom facing the back yard was illuminated by a pair of lamps on stands near the head of the bed. There was a set of french doors that opened onto the back yard and I could now see that they were swung wide open. A moment later she walked into the room. She was somewhere in the comfortable middle years, old enough to be clearly a woman, her curves accented by the mid-length summer dress she was wearing. She walked into the room quickly and tossed her handbag onto the bed. She stepped from her shoes and with a few quick buttons and a shrug of her shoulders the dress spilled to the floor, sliding over her body. That quickly she was revealed, dressed only in a form fitting bra and a pair of white cotton boy shorts. I caught my breath and stepped back, suddenly afraid she could see me, standing there in the window, as clearly as I could see her. The thrill that ran through me was electric, a shock that coursed through my whole body. I could instantly feel my cock hardening with lust. As quick as she had stripped she disappeared from my sight into the bathroom. I saw the small rectangle of the bathroom window light up and a moment later slide open. I could hear the cascade of water. Through that small rectangle, from my high angle, I could see just her head, neck and shoulders. She stepped under the stream of cascading water and I watched it flatten her hair. My chest was tight and I realized I was holding my breath, straining for a glimpse of her in the shower, my imagining filling in all the details I couldn’t actually see. It was so arousing my cock as staining against my shorts, swollen and demanding. I reached down and squeezed it through the cotton, feeling the heat of it, the hardness, the way it throbbed when I released it. I slid my hand into my shorts, wrapping my cock in my fist, and slowly stroking it. I knew I was one or two quick strokes from an orgasm, but I knew, I just knew, I had to wait. So, I stood there, watching her turn under the shower, holding my cock, trying not to stroke it, trying not to squeeze it to hard. The wait was ten minutes of self-inflicted torment before she turned the shower off and disappeared from sight. I was suddenly afraid she would turn the light off before she re-entered the bedroom and I felt a moment of rising panic. Then, she stepped from the bathroom, her hair toweled and spilled loosely around her shoulders, a simple white t-shirt encasing her body, riding low on her hips. The shirt cascaded down her body, clinging to it, accentuating those delicious curves. Her nipples, half erect, pressed through the thin cotton. I couldn’t stop myself. I slid the shorts down my hips and stood there in the window, naked, my cock jutting out in front of me. I moaned “Oh fuck” as she moved through the room. She stopped at a one of the bedside tables and, with her back to me, she turned and bent over and opened the drawer. Her ass was glorious, round, full, glowing from the shower. I thought, just though, I caught of glimpse of her pink pussy before she straightened, then turned to face me and sat on the bed. In her hands she held something black and slender and it took me a moment to realize what it was. It wasn’t until she laid back onto the bed, bend her legs at the knees and spread them that I realized it was a vibrator. I groaned and squeezed my cock hard to keep from cumming immediately. She paused to adjust the pillow, fiddled with the vibrator to turn it on, and then she ran it over her nipple, beneath the cotton t-shirt. Her nipple responded instantly and she bit her lip, tipping her head back slightly. She worked her nipples slowly, carefully, thoroughly, teasing them with the vibrator, pinching them through the t-shirt until they were fully engorged, her full body twisting and turning in arousal. It was taking every ounce of self control I had to maintain while I watched. One hand dipped down between her thighs and I watched as she slowly moved her hand in circles, so slowly. I could see her chest rising and falling as her breathing deepened. Her other hand, holding the vibrator, trailed it down her stomach and then, her whole body arced as she touched the tip of the vibrator to her clit. She let out a loud moan, audible through the clear night, rich with need and desire. Her legs flattened out and I watch as she moved the tip of the vibrator in slow circles, working her clit carefully. It only took a few minutes and she was moaning almost continuously, her body writhing around. I was clinging to my cock desperately, trying not to explode, watching, transfixed. While she pressed the vibrator into her clit, she reached up with her other hand and squeezed her breast very hard. I could see her fingers digging into the soft flesh, and judging from the way she moaned, it must have hurt, a wild, painful, pleasureable hurt. She switched to the other breast and mauled it just as aggressively and then, she alternated between pinching and pulling her nipples. I was out of my mind with lust, watching her, my hold body rigid and trembling. She came suddenly, her whole body going rigid and shaking, a complete, all engulfing body tremor that shook her from head to toe. Her moan was loud and long. That was all I needed. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I simply let go of my cock, which I had been squeezing tightly, and I came so hard it my entire body spasmed and I nearly fell. I moaned out loud and grabbed the window frame to keep from falling, suddenly light headed and dizzy. My cock throbbed with each pulse that sent a jet of cum splashing out the open window, successive lines of cum painting the window frame. “Oh fuck…” I moaned, grasping at my cock as cum continued to spurt from it. A few hard strokes and I was cumming again, even harder. It was all I could do to keep from collapsing. I looked up and watched the last of her tremors shaking through her body and the last of my cum spilled on the floor. I staggered over into the chair and sat down, amazed by what I had seen. A moment later, the lights across the way went out. I knew that I was hooked on a dangerous addiction - I wanted more and I needed more… By Paul_Chance for LiteroticaThe Winning Bet Mrs. Mendez lost a football bet and paid with her body. By Paul_Chance. Mrs. Mendez was the mother of one of my college friends, Tim. We were all town kids going to the local college, so had bonded in our freshman years. We often spend football Sunday’s alternating between each others houses, enjoying snacks and sports and enjoying being young. We often gathered at the Mendez house. Eric, the father, was some sort of VP in a high tech company who traveled a lot. Tina, the mother, was a paralegal, working for a local law firm. It was a great gathering space since the Mendez’s had a beautiful backyard for barbecues and very large great room with three full size couches and a giant TV screen. Neither of them was adverse to letting us drink adult beverages though they always encouraged responsibility. I don’t drink so I was often the designated driver to make sure everyone got home safely on the rare occasion someone over indulged. Today was a good day though, since most of the people were planning to head to a local sports bar to celebrate the unexpected win. The win came in the final minutes of the game, with a great come from behind effort from our college team, and wrapped in that win was an unexpected gift. A gift I intended to follow up on. As the final minutes ticked down Tina Mendez, perhaps under the influence of a margarita too many, offered to wager anything that her team, the opposing team from her alma mater, would hold on their lead. The wager went unnoticed in the heat of the sudden victory and was largely forgotten as everyone headed out the door. I tapped one of my friends, Jesse, to stay with me and help Mrs. Mendez clean up. As we gathered the scatted cups and plates, picked up the bits and pieces, ran the trash out, I gave Jesse a short notice. “Just follow my lead.” Now, I always enjoyed flirting with Mrs. Mendez. Despite the age difference between us we had a bit of raw chemistry. She was an attractive woman, with dark shoulder length brown hair, expressive eyes, and that full set of curves that Latina women can carry. She was also a bit of a tease and today had been no exception. Here blue jeans were a little tight, to show off her round ass, and the jersey of her alma mater had been strategically cropped short to flash her taut abs when she jumped up and down, then notched and ripped at the neckline just an inch or two to far the accentuate her cleavage. Nothing over the line, but enough to take it up to line and tantalizingly tease us with what lay under it. She seemed to enjoy the tease as well and, among our friends, we often joked about it and used it to tease Tim about. She’d been particularly flirtations today, enjoying the attention she drew from our group, both men and women, and the occasional teasing flirt from one of us. She’d chest bumped a few of the young women of our circle of friends, fielded more than one sincere compliment from them, and as everyone filed out each of them got a full body hug. She was a master at flirtation, always skirting the line, just about to cross it, then a playful pullback. Jesse and I finished helping with the clean up and made our way to the door with her standing between us, arm interlocked with each of us as she thanked us. That full body hug was every bit as nice as it looked as she first hugged Jesse and then me. “Mrs. Mendez,” I said as we stood at the doorway, “I’m feeling guilty about leaving you here alone are you sure you don’t want to come down to the bar with us, you would be more than welcome?” “Oh, thank you.” She replied, “But you really don’t need me hanging around. I am sure you’ve got a couple of young women just waiting for you to show up. I think Crystal has a thing for you.” I laughed. Crystal did have a thing for me and she proved it often enough, either with her mouth, or on her hands and knees. I didn’t mention it though. Then, standing there are the door, I turned as if I remembered something. Jesse paused as well. “Oh, Mrs. Mendez, that reminds me. I seem to recall a bet there is the last minutes of the game.” She laughed. “It was the heat of passion!” “I seem to recall that the wager was "whatever you want” if we pulled that win off?“ Her eyes flashed. "I never welch on a bet, what is it you want?” It was my turn to smile and I held her eyes with mine. “How about another one of those delicious hugs?” I opened my arms wide. She laughed and stepped into my embrace and folded my arms around her, pulling her in tightly, pulling her in tight. She leaned into me, her head on my chest. “Now, Jesse needs in on this awesomeness.” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around her as Jesse moved in behind and embraced her tightly as well, sandwiching her between us. “Oh!” She exclaimed. Holding her there, trapped between us. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Mrs. Mendez? You make a delicious Latina sandwich.” “You boys are so bad!” She said, playfully slapping my chest. There it was. That moment of decision. If I was write, well things were going to move very fast. If I was wrong, there probably wouldn’t be any more invitations to the Mendez house for Jesse and I. “You have no idea Mrs. Mendez.” I said, “You see, Jesse and I like to do this thing…”. I felt her stiffen, just slightly, in our embrace. “What thing?” Time to go all in. “We like to fuck the same woman, at the same time.” She froze. Rigid in my arms. “It’s your choice.” I told her. “But, we really want to just take you and fuck you senseless, right here, right now.” She stood there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. I swear I could hear her brain spinning inside her head. Then I felt her just sort of melt against me. Jesse, looking over the top of her head, wiggled his eyebrows at me. Between the two of us we scoped her up and carried her into the great room we’d all just left, to one of the long couches, then all sat down, with her between us. I curled my hand into her long dark hair, tipped her head back and turning it, then kissed her, deep and full on the mouth. The kiss was soft and gentle, with rising urgency, and her lips parted and her tongue slipped into my mouth. While I was kissing her, Jesse went to work. He slipped off the couch and knelt before her and started to undress her, first her shoes and socks, pulling off and tossed aside, then reaching up to her jeans. Her hand fluttered out as if she wanted to stop him, but her gently brushed it aside. Four buttons later and he lifted her slightly at the hips and pulled her jeans down, exposing her black lace panties. I parted from the kiss and peeled her jersey off over her head, exposing her black lace matching bra. Her eyes suddenly went wide and looked down as her body jolted. Jesse had wasted no time. Her panties were pulled aside and his mouth was on her pussy. Wild-eyes she looked at me. The reality of what she was doing shot through her as Jesse’s tongue went to work. Her head kind of tipped back and her eyes closed and a soft little moan escaped from her. I leaned in and kissed her deeply again and this time there was a real hunger in her kiss. I unsnapped her bra and with her helps peeled it away. Her breast was warm and soft in the palm of my hand as I cupped it, then ran my thumb over her nipple. After a moment, I leaned down and took it in my mouth, sucking it lightly and running my tongue with tip as it hardened. I alternated between breasts, between sucking and licking them and kissing her. She was full on moaning now as Jesse ate her pussy, holding her hips in his hands, her legs draped over his shoulders, squirming as her thighs tightened around his head and pinned him in. We slowly worked her until her nipples were hard and you could smell the sweet scent of her lust rising in the room. I am sure she was dripping all over Jesse’s tongue. I stood up and quickly stripped. She stared at me as I finally peeled my shorts down and my hard cock popped free. The boxer were around my thighs when her mouth closed on the head of my cock, sucking at the swollen tip. “Oh fuck.” I exclaimed. She drew me deeper into her mouth and begin moving her head back and forth, sliding up and down the shaft, her tongue tracing wet lines around it, along it. I cupped the back of her head in one hand and slowly urged her deeper. She willingly complied, taking as much of my cock into her mouth as she good, sucking and tonguing it, her hand curled tightly around the base of my cock, her other hand cupping my full balls. I glanced back at Jesse he was busy tonguing her clit, two of his thick fingers plunging in and out of her, dripping wet. She cried out incoherently when she came, her head snapping back, my cock coming out of her mouth with a wet pop. Jesse stopped, his fingers buried all the way inside her as she thrashed about. With a soft laugh he stood up, pulling his fingers slowly from the clenching grip of her pussy. We paused long enough for her to stop shaking and catch her breath. “Oh my god.” She said. Jesse and I switched places. His cock was so hard it was curved upward. She opened her mouth and went all the way down on it in a single stroke, her throat working as she took every hard inch of him, his balls nestling against her chin. I stood there for several minutes, calming down a bit, slowly stroking my cock, wet from her saliva, as she deep-throated him with long stroked of her mouth, over and over. I moved down and spread her legs wide, then moved forward to nestle the head of my cock against her pussy. Her hips rolled in anticipation, trying to force it deeper, moaning plaintively around Jesse’s cock. I leaned in and penetrated her with a long single thrust. She was tight and hot and dripping wet. Her eyes popped open and she looked at me, wide eyed, as her pussy stretched to fit around my shaft. I placed a hand on each of her hips, pinning them down, and I started to fuck her with long, slow, deep thrusts, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in. Jesse took her head in both hands and we started to fuck her in tandem, my cock going in as Jesse’s slid out and then back again, me sliding out and Jesse sliding in. We kept up that rhythm for a while, and then Jesse pulled back, his cock popping out of her mouth. I pulled back, my own cock sliding out, the lips of her pussy clinging to the sides of the shaft. We flipped her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips so that she was kneeling, and then Jesse and I took turns fucking her from behind. She was moaning wildly now and thrusting back. Each time we switched she would squirm in anticipation of the other cock and then let out a long moan when another slid into her. She didn’t last long before the next wave of pleasure swept over her, again, her body trembling and shaking in the grasp of her orgasm. We let lose then, still taking turns, pounding into her wet cunt, driving her through several body shaking orgasms, until finally she collapsed, face down on the sofa. We gave her a moment to recover, then slowly slid her to the edge of the couch, rolling her over onto her back. Jesse cupped her head, holding her in place, letting her softly suck his cock, her pink tongue working the head. With a gutteral groan he came, pumping her mouth full, smearing it along the shaft of his cock. She swallowed what she could, the rest smearing across her lips and chin. I moved forward for my turn and she obligingly opened her mouth. I came faster than Jesse had, only a few slow strokes of her mouth and then my cum pulsed out of me and into her mouth, mingling with Jesse’s. Again, she swallowed what she could and the rest smeared across her face. We lifted her from the couch and laid her on the floor, both of us laying down and wrapping our arms around her, telling her how good she was, how hot she was, how nasty she was. She lapped up the compliments like a kitten, then fell asleep there between us. Once she was out, Jesse scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the guest bedroom, laying her on the bed and covering her naked and gleaming body with a towel. I used a warm wash cloth to wipe the cum from her face and clean her up, then we both kissed her softly on the forehead and let ourselves out. By Paul_Chance for Literotica