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Walking In The Night | Sex Story

I didn't know what had woken me. I felt as if I had been drinking earlier without getting drunk and had woken neither drunk nor sober.

I considered the possibility. I didn't remember drinking. I had come straight home, to my new home, after a frenetic week at work. I'd microwaved lasagne for one while Tom Waits growled about love from the stereo. Later I woke with my cold tea on the sofa's arm and my paperback, page lost, in my lap.

Perhaps people who claimed alien abduction felt as I did when they woke after spaceships, interrogation centres, intergalactic zoos or whatever. The line between real and unreal seemed narrow. It must, I thought, be easy to slip into the oncoming traffic and find oneself crazy or philosophising.

I rarely dreamed pictures; mine was an audile mind. Mixed lines of songs passed through it. “I fell into the Ocean and you became my way”; “The ship is sinking . . . God's away on business…” Discomfort with pragmatisms at work jigsawed with Waits' lyrics. “Forget our virtue and put stones in our bed.” I wanted to turn over and go back to *****. My thoughts and bladder conspired against me.

I sat up and tried to open my eyes. The lids were glued then ballasted with sand. They sc*****d across my pupils. My eyes refused to focus as I stumbled towards the bathroom. The terrain of the bedroom and livingroom beyond were foreign.

Reality *****d itself on me. The strangeness of my bed and of the rooms were just that they were new. Part of my home of only five days. As I sat on the toilet the business in my mind faded. I grew aware of the real noises around my, and the bank's, converted warehouse.

A tram clanked over the rails at the lane's end. The last tram left the city before one; morning must still be far away. A slight breeze entered along with the loom from the street lights through the window above the cistern behind me. It carried the scent of night dust you only find in the city.

I became aware of people. I thought they might be downstairs; in the garage or, perhaps the tiny rear courtyard. I tried to fix my sensation of them. My stomach tightened and chilled. I sat naked, tiny, vulnerable and still. The plastic seat pressed into my buttocks. I had yet to relieve my bladder and no longer could.

Their's was the sound of moving and voices not words. Almost not even tones. I strained to position them.

They were outside.

I took a breath. The ridge beneath my ribs stung. I bore down and the sound of my stream drowned out their noise. After I stood I sneaked a look out the window. Renegade bamboo ran between the fence and clothes line. The noise was from beyond the bamboo, from my neighbour's yard. There was nothing to see.

Back in my bed, I was unable to return to *****. The sheets were too stiff or cold. I pulled the blankets high and grew too hot. I tried for my previous dreams. All the time I heard the neighbours' noise. It was clearer than from the bathroom.

The bedroom had full height windows. Before winter they would need curtains but were presently bare. I would have turned on the light and read but felt embarrassed that the people would see I was awake and overhearing them.

Eventually my curiosity won out. Standing to one side of the window I could see past the bamboo.

I had seen my neighbour, a plumpish pleasant enough looking woman in her late twenties or early thirties, before. That night, she was kneeling in her court, naked. At first I thought she was ill or might have fallen. I stepped closer to the glass.

On her far side was a man. He was also naked and his hand was in front of him. I thought he was reaching towards her then recognised his motion. He was masturbating.

I kept still.

He spasmed. I was too far away to see him ejaculate but I did see my neighbour lean towards him and, apparently, catch his seed on her chest. There was a faint cheer on the other side of the glass. She rubbed her hands over her breasts and belly.

She was still massaging his come into her skin when another man took his place before her. The new fellow's erection stood from him. His hands towards it before she stopped him, holding his hands in hers. She leaned over his prick, lifting her buttocks off her heels. She seemed to dribble spit onto him before releasing her grip. He took his balls in one hand and started jerking off withed the other.

My own hands were within the fork of my legs. I hadn't consciously touched myself. My left palm was against my mons. Index and ring fingers split my folds and the finger between found my clit. My other hand folded over them. A finger entered me. It moved in time with the man.

My neighbour bent her head back. The man leaned so his cock was above her face. There was another cheer. His hand stilled. Mine didn't. Before I even realised he had come across her face his place was taken by another masturbating man and then another.

I came straining on the tips of my toes and my forehead was against the cold window. My legs were wide. I had crowded three wet fingers into myself. My sight blacked out, returned and blacked out again. My nose and teeth ground against the glass. My legs shuddered and continued trembling as I eased myself onto flat feet.

After, my vagina still pulsed against my fingers. It was to delicate to remove then or leave them inside me. My sight returned again. There was a new man in front of her. Her face was thrown back. Her eyes were on me.

I pulled back from the window and sat on the edge of my bed. Sporadic cheers continued. I lay under my blankets and later went into the loungeroom. With the lights off I watched an old Grace Kelly movie on the television. Somewhere through it I fell a***** and woke to children's cartoons.

I remembered, as I showered, my neighbour and brought myself off again.

I had just dressed when there was a knock at the door. I clattered downstairs to open it. My neighbour was standing there.

“We'd better have coffee,” she said.

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Coffee | Sex Story

Coffee with Sara was like breakfasting with a one night stand.

She had been assertive on my doorstep. I felt the need to define some sort of relationship even before it began. Neither of us spoke was we walked the hundred or so yards to the mouth of the lane, turned the corner, walked a block and turned a second corner. She was taller than me. She walked fast. I cantered to stay at her side. She kept her eyes forward. I attempted, and failed, to compose some speech that explained my feelings to us both.

I *****d myself not to pant as we entered the coffee shop. She went straight to a table near the rear, wedged in the corner beneath a steep staircase. She sat facing the door and held her hands, one in the other, pressed under the roll of her tummy. She wore a plain black dress, the sort worn by Greek widows, black tights and sensible shoes. Her face showed she was short of ***** but I knew that. We both were.

A waitress placed two glasses of water on the table. Other tables in the shop were occupied by suits, even the women looked like businessmen on the make. Only the waitress looked comfortable within her skin. A ochre apron stretched from her shins to her waist. Above it she wore a Peter Pan blouse with the top button loose. As she leaned over our table I glimpsed the hollow of her sternum.

She looked me directly in the face. I asked for a cappuccino and muffin. It wasn't the answer to the question in her eyes and they hung on me for a long few heartbeats before she turned from our table. She didn't ask my companion what she would be drinking.

The smell of warm pastries mixed with that of exhausts and dust from the street. The morning was already heating up and I wondered if I should have dressed more lightly. My mind wandered. My eyes drifted over the posters on the walls, half reading them. A line came to me from the CD I'd played the night before — “you can drive out nature with a pitchfork but it always comes roaring back again.”

“My name's Amelia.” As I said it my spine straightened and my stomach pulled in as I tried to live up to the girlishness of it.

“Sara.” She spoke to her knees. They were touching. Her voice was soft.

The waitress returned with my cappuccino and muffin. She brought just a flat white for Sara. She gave me a brief dirty look. I knew she wanted it to be longer.

I tried again. “Have you lived long at your place?” The question was clumsy. Ungrammatical or illogical? I wanted to parse it. I *****d myself to stay in the moment. It felt like a reward when, after a pause, she raised her eyes to mine.

“There's nothing wrong in what I do.”

A weight lifted from my chest that she wasn't judging my voyeurism of the night before. Then I felt the burden of being made the judge. I might have been ten years older, no more. Was that how mothers felt? Hers? Mine?

Was it judgement I had felt?

When first I heard her I had thought she were inside my place. That thought had frozen me where I was in the bathroom, sitting upon the toilet about to relieve my bladder. My pussy had still tickled as my heart fluttered and my commonplace urgency was overwhelmed by fear. Realising that she, and the people with her, were not in the building I had felt relief.

Later, as their noise continued outside my bedroom window, I had laid in my bed and my thoughts. I knew what they were doing. ***** stayed away as I played their games through my mind.

The woman would be on her knees or back. Rarely she might be comfortable on a chair. If she were new to the game she might wear bra and panties or a bikini. Later the urge to have everywhere accessible would have her naked.

The men would all know the rules. She was the boss; she said who went when and how close. Their relationships were with her; they wouldn't know each other well enough to egg each other on. They might not know each other at all. Where would she find such men?

Perhaps I felt jealousy. I raised my coffee to my face. Her eyes were still upon my face. We were not in the town of my growing up. Not even of my university education. I wondered if it were her's.

I had come to the city at the start of my professional life and had told myself it was also the beginning of my adult life. I *****d myself to leave the past behind and got on with climbing the corporate ladder. Amazingly, I discovered that my personal life was not much different to work. In either case I was fucked, fucked with and fucked over. I was never in control.

I let my cup drop from my lips. Quietly, I said, “I don't judge you. Not even a little.” Then sipped again the cooling coffee.

I remembered my student years. I remembered my nickname, “Teamster”. I remembered the sense of power. I wanted to touch myself.

Men are so in themselves. I remembered the sense of power, visceral, between my thighs as men around me masturbated to just the physical presence of me lying on the ground before them. I might choose to open my legs or not. If I chose I would spread the lips within, two or all. On occasions I had rested on my knees and chest and, with my hands, spread the cheeks of my arse to them. Other times I was upright on my knees.

Whatever I did, it was the men who were wanton. It was they who exploded with sexual need, spraying their seed across my body — over my tits and belly and sex and bush; into my face and hair and hands and mouth; onto my arse and throat and toes; wherever I wanted.

I felt the tickle of moisture between my legs and shifted in my seat. The smell of sex mixed with that of coffee. I thought I might have imagined it.

Her eyes slowly widened. “Would you,” she was tentative, “like to play with me?”

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