Lisa and John tumbled out of the cab, giggling and stumbling, their inhibitions lowered by the copious amounts of champagne they'd consumed at the cocktail party. The cool night air did little to sober them up, and their bodies pressed together as they made their way up the walk to their front door. Lisa's hand snaked down, giving John's growing erection a squeeze through his trousers. He groaned, pulling her close, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss.
The door barely clicked shut behind them before they were at each other again, tongues dancing, hands roaming. The cab ride home had been a prelude, their making out escalating until Lisa was breathless, her panties damp with desire. John's hands were everywhere, kneading her ass, squeezing her breasts, driving her wild.
He guided her to the den, his strong hands on her waist. She melted into the sofa, her eyes never leaving his as he knelt before her. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her little black dress, and he slowly pulled it up and over her head, leaving her in a matching black lace bra and panties. Lisa shivered with anticipation, her nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath the thin fabric.
John's hands were on her again, his fingers tweaking her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She arched her back, pressing into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He chuckled, his hands moving to her panties, pushing them to the side, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
Lisa gasped as he entered her, his fingers curling just right, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars. She braced herself on the arm of the sofa, her hips bucking against his hand. "Fuck, John," she panted, "don't stop."
He didn't. His fingers worked her expertly, his other hand moving to her clit, rubbing slow circles that had her writhing beneath him. She could feel her orgasm building, her breath coming in short gasps. Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, he stopped, leaving her empty and wanting.
Lisa whimpered, her eyes flying open to see him standing, shedding his clothes. She licked her lips at the sight of his hard cock, thick and ready. He knelt behind her, his hands on her hips, positioning her just right. She braced herself on the chair at the window, her breath fogging up the glass.
The first thrust was slow, deep, filling her completely. Lisa moaned, her head falling forward, her eyes barely open. Through the foggy glass, she saw a shadow move. Henry, their neighbor, was standing there, watching. The thought of him seeing them, seeing her, sent a thrill through her. She pushed back against John, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, her eyes locked on Henry's shadow.
John's hands were on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, his thrusts growing harder, faster. Lisa could feel her orgasm building again, her breath coming in short gasps. She was so close, so close. Henry's shadow moved, his hand moving to his own cock, stroking it in time with John's thrusts. The sight of him, the thought of him watching them, sent Lisa over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing around John's cock, her orgasm ripping through her.
John groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He came with a shout, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his hot seed. Lisa collapsed onto the chair, her body spent, her mind reeling.
When she opened her eyes again, Henry's shadow was gone. Had she imagined it? She didn't know, and she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted more, more of John, more of the thrill, more of the ecstasy. She turned to him, a wicked smile on her lips. "Round two?" she purred, and he laughed, pulling her close for a kiss.
The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other, to push each other's boundaries, to find new heights of pleasure. And who knows? Maybe Henry would be watching again. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down Lisa's spine, and she pulled John close, ready for whatever the night might bring.