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Angela
I like to watch the watchers watch. Better said, I enjoy watching a
voyeur's joy in watching. Sometimes, I even pretend I am the watcher I
watch...and write the story as if they were me. You see? Doesn't matter...
What follows is from one of my watches... They as me...
Why would anyone want to be a bartender? Virtually non-existent pay,
unstable tips, long hours, standing the whole time, grief from patrons,
being the motivating forces? Nah. Watching. You get to watch
people--inconspicuously. Virtually all bartenders are watchers to some
extent. If they tell you different, they're lying... "BAR...KEEP," she
rudely shouts at me, "how about a little SERVICE over here!" She always
acts that way when I'm on duty. I bring the usual over to their table--two
rum and cokes. This is their third round and I know that's all it takes
for them to get started. She's rubbing her hand over his cock now, I see
as I place the two drinks in front of them. The bulge in his pants, her
signal to sit on his lap. He whips out a small cock, she slides it inside
her cunt as she sits on him, her mini just covering the connection. She
always comes to the club ready-no underwear. She prefers the smaller cocks
because she "doesn't have to move so much during table fucks." I continue
to stare as she slowly moves up and down on the cock within her, nobody in
the crowded club paying any attention to the slow fuck at table nine. With
the small cock inside her, her up/down movements are not really that
noticeable, anyway. She is gorgeous: long red hair that matches the fire
inside her, slender legs, a mere five feet, about 90 pounds of pure
pleasure. Both of them realizing I'm a watcher, not minding me lingering
near the table, pretending to clean the area, so I can view my spouse
being fucked to satisfaction.
She turns, his cock still inside her, to face him. Sitting face-to-face
now, she sticks her tongue in his ear. Both arms around him, her hands
gripping his ass, pulling it forward to drive his cock in her deeper, she
whispers, "Cum in me. Cum in me." She's rocking--side-to-side now,
stimulating his cock into pumping all the cum he has deep inside her
hungry pussy. The perfect watcher scene: a man, sitting, his legs tight
together, his cock fully-driven into the cunt of the woman sitting on his
lap, she facing him, her legs tight against him, her mini nearly up to her
ass, barely covering the action. The slow rocking of her on him, she
demanding his cum inside her. His face frozen in ecstasy as he thrusts
upward at least ten times, obviously cumming inside her with a heavy
load... The whole fuck took less than ten minutes. She carefully, slowly
stands up now, lowering her mini in the process, giving him time to put
his cock away. She smiles at me, says to me "lady's room?"
I follow her into the lady's room. She's sitting in a chair in the lady's
room, legs spread wide, cunt in full view. I see a big glob of his cum on
her right leg. She runs two fingers through the cum gob, opens her mouth
wide. With the two fingers, she coats her tongue with the cum. She tells
me that she's "Savoring the taste of him." "He's a great fuck, your
husband," Joan says to me, her cum-coated tongue fascinating me. "Mind if
I fuck him again tonight, Angela?" "I'd LOVE it!" I reply. "Just make sure
I have time to watch, when you do!"
(c) Greg Smith 1998
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