After their spectacular first date, Helen and Casey’s steamy relationship quickly heats up to levels that they never thought possible. When Casey notices a young woman spying on them from another apartment, they put on a filthy show for the voyeuristic admirer. However, their urges get the better of them and invite the spying woman over to join in the fun.
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“I think we might have an admirer.” she whispered, still not opening her eyes properly. She was looking out through the window, which I had completely forgotten to draw the curtains over. I looked across in the same direction but couldn’t see anything.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, crawling up to her side for a better look. I lay next to her on the bed and peered out through the glass, immediately noticing the motion of the curtains in one of the apartments in the adjacent wing of the building.
“You scared her away!” cried Casey, climbing off the bed to stand near the window. I was intrigued by the strange turn of events and followed her to the side of the room, standing behind her as I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“You saw someone?” I persisted.
“Yeah, she was cute, too!” replied Casey, wiping away the condensation of our breath from the panel of chilly glass. The gale outside was sending leaves and litter flying across the car park and lashing the sides of the building, and as I stood there feeling the warmth of Casey’s body in my arms I couldn’t have felt cozier if there’d been a log fire crackling in the corner. She had satisfied all of my needs and wants, but as we stood there hoping for the mystery girl to reappear, I began to crave something new, something I hadn’t yet tried – a threesome. It was only a minor rumination in my mind at the point, but as the curtains across the way began to twitch, those innocent stirrings started to work their way to the forefront of my consciousness. We both watched intently as a set of fingers hooked the sides of the curtains back to reveal a timid looking young woman, who stepped out into the open once again.
“Told you!” gloated Casey, referring to how pretty the girl was. She looked slightly older than Casey, but still a good few years younger than me. She was wearing a thick white dressing gown that was tied shut with a loose knot in the belt around her stomach. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of deep copper that flowed down over her shoulders like molten lava on the banks of an active volcano. She pressed one set of fingers up to her window, as if the glass was a proxy for making contact with us. We did the same, pressing our fingers up with my hand overlapping Casey’s.
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