Max looked at me curiously.
“Want to go to bed?” I said.
“Oh, you beauty,” said Max as it finally hit him. “Let me at it.”
Using my keys, I let myself into the shop through the side door and punched in the numbers that disabled the main burglar alarm. We tiptoed through the shop toward the window display at the front.
“You clever, dirty little bitch,” said Max, slapping me on the ass. We stood for a while, hidden behind the headboard, looking into the street. It was deserted, and there was no guarantee that anyone would see us. It was possible that no one would come by at all, but they might—they might. And it was that possibility, that unknown factor that was the total thrilling thing. Who knew what an audience would do, how they would react? Would they be aroused? Watch open-mouthed? Or call the police? To Max and I, nothing was a greater aphrodisiac than risk.
We undressed behind the headboard, peeling off each other’s clothes between stolen kisses and dirty words. When we were naked, we padded around to the window itself, stood in the spotlights for a few moments, taking in our surroundings. Max drew me toward him, picked me up, kissed me hard and aggressively, and set me on the edge of the bed. I was wild with desire, so eager to begin that my whole body shook. Max gently pushed my shoulders back. I yielded to his hands and lay down. Max kissed and licked my foot, working his way up my ankles, calves, knees, and inner thighs. When I could feel his breath on my pussy and I started to get really wet, he began all over again on the other foot. This time, when his head reached the hot, throbbing place between my legs, he rested his chin on the bed and blew gently on my clitoris. I began to feel the first gentle spasms that foreshadow an orgasm.
Max ran his hands along the smooth skin of my inner thighs. With one hand inside each, he pushed my legs apart as far as they would go. Then he pushed them a little bit farther, and I felt the buildup of a dull tension as the muscles resisted. I could feel his breath on my waiting pussy. He must have been able to see it quivering, desperate for his attention, and placed a kiss directly on it. He hooked his shoulders under my knees, so that my legs remained splayed, and used his fingers to part the skin around my clit, leaving it exposed to his warm breath. Then he went to work with his tongue, tracing tiny shapes around my clitoris, avoiding the bud itself. This let the orgasm build more slowly than any I’d ever experienced before. Round, up, down, round, up, down, teasing me and keeping it steady until I cried out. Because Max had his back to the window, neither of us knew if we were being watched or not.
“Anyone could be looking from behind us,” I said. “Watching your ass, your beautiful toned ass, as you’re down on your knees, eating my pussy, tonguing my clit.” His lips and tongue were busy, so Max didn’t answer me with words, but he increased his speed and pressure. When he slid his thumb inside my yearning hole, I knew that my words were turning him on.
“Oh, that feels good,” I said and then shouted, “I feel amazing! I’ve never felt so fucking horny in my whole life!” Max slid another finger inside me and then another. He twisted his hand around, pushing my pussy to its limit. The circling of his tongue on my clit turned to sucking, and as I felt the tiny nip of his teeth on that most sensitive bulge, I began to buck and thrash my limbs wildly, rumpling the perfect Egyptian cotton sheets that I’d spent hours smoothing to perfection earlier. My orgasm took me over sooner than I’d wanted it to, and I hoped Max wouldn’t think it was all over too quick. He maintained his rhythm for the few seconds it took for him to be sure I was coming. Then he pulled his fingers away and hardened his tongue, pushing it into my quivering pussy so that it had something to wrap around as the waves of pleasure died down. I kissed Max, tasting myself on him. I looked over my shoulder. There was no one there. No one had seen. I tried not to feel disappointed.
“Come on, Beth,” murmured Max. “Your turn.”
My pussy lips were still tender and sensitive as I knelt before him, and I winced as I sank to my knees. Max sat up facing the window so he’d know if anyone was watching and promised to give me a running commentary if anyone should walk past.
“I want you to spread your legs so that people can see your asshole and that swollen pink pussy,” he commanded. Thrilled by his explicit commands, I obediently splayed my knees, displaying my still-swollen sex, visible and vulnerable from behind.
I stared at Max’s beautiful, hard dick. The skin was smooth and velvety. I put my lips together to kiss the tip, teasing him, swirling my lips and tongue around it but not letting him enter me, daring him to penetrate my mouth without my permission. I could feel how excited he was. He lost control then and pushed himself between my lips. I let my teeth drag ever so slightly against the lower underside of his cock, just to remind him that I was the one in control here. For a split second, I saw his face register this tiny pain, which gave way to pleasure when I ran my tongue along the underside of his prick, massaging the most sensitive spot near the tip. With one violent thrust, Max was inside me up to his balls, filling up my mouth and fucking my face, more deeply than I’d ever taken him before but still not deep enough. I wanted more of his dick in me. I wanted to take it all the way down my throat. I embraced the reflexive gag and moved my whole head, determined to make him let go, cry out. I felt his buttocks clench and knew he was at the point of no return. I gulped, wrapping my mouth around his throbbing dick as tightly as I could. He responded by throwing his head back and let rip with a slow, low growl. His warm white liquid burned the skin on the back of my throat, and I eagerly drank what I could, allowing the excess to spill from my mouth onto Max’s balls and legs.
A couple of cars went past, but they didn’t seem to notice us there. I knelt on the floor with my head in Max’s lap, licking the spunk off his thighs. But the sight of those cars reminded us that we might still attract the audience we craved. After five minutes, I felt a familiar twitching in Max’s dick, watched the spent balls swell again, saw the exhausted flesh come back to life. I put one of his balls in my mouth and sucked it until his prick stiffened against my cheek as he got hard again.
“Oh, baby,” I said. “You’re hard and horny. And I need that fat cock inside me right now. I think we’re ready for round two.”
I got on the bed on all fours, facing the window, ass in the air, nipples hanging down, and tits swinging. I was thrilled to see that in the night light our bodies were reflected in the glass, the window acting like a two-way mirror so that we could make out our own reflections and at the same time see those images projected onto the street in front of us. I tilted my hips up so that my asshole and pussy were both in Max’s face, letting him know that I wanted to fuck in our favorite position, to have him pounding me doggy-style. It wasn’t just so that we could see ourselves as he rode me; I’d had my clitoral orgasm. With Max pounding me from behind, I knew that I stood a good chance of experiencing a G-spot climax, too.
“Oh, yeah,” snarled Max, his cock easily sliding into my cunt, which was still oozing and slippery from his tongue. Having him inside me so soon after my last orgasm made me ultra-sensitive; I could feel every inch of Max probing my slit, from the rounded tip that pried open my lips to the thick, veiny shaft that stretched my insides and filled me up. Once he was securely inside me, he reached around and fondled my tits, grabbing them like a wild animal, watching them slap against each other in the windowpane as my whole body was rocked by the force of his thrusts. I closed my eyes, all the better to enjoy the pounding sensation, and was just beginning to feel a tingling in my arms and legs when Max stopped dead, absolutely still. I opened my eyes to see what the problem was, and that’s when I saw them. On the other side of the glass was a young couple, about our own age, holding hands and staring at the shop window with an expression on their faces of purest shock. Or was it shock? Even as Max and I watched, their faces registered not horror but intrigue and then desire. They exchanged a glance and drew closer, touching each other as they watched us.
“This is it, baby,” said Max, pulling his dick almost all the way out of me and preparing for one enormous thrust. “Let’s give them something to fucking look at.” And he speared me so hard with his cock that I threw back my head and let out a roar of pleasure.
I let my eyes skim over the couple on the other side of the glass. With her jacket open, the woman had absentmindedly begun to fondle her breast, and I could see her nipples stiffening beneath her T-shirt. Without taking her eyes off me, she grabbed her lover’s hand and pulled it to the crotch of her jeans. He pressed his dick into her back, reached around, and started to rub her clitoris through the denim. He didn’t even attempt to touch her skin, but I knew from the expression on her face that he wouldn’t need to. I knew what she was feeling: that state of arousal when you’re so turned on that the slightest stimulation can trip you over the edge into an intense, searing orgasm. Licking my lips I looked into her eyes, and she returned my gesture, the two of us exchanging this experience, making each other hotter and hornier, neither of us daring to break eye contact. Without turning to look, she grabbed wildly at the man behind her, making a pulsing little starfish with her hand as she reached desperately for his cock.
Glancing at Max’s reflection in the mirror, I saw his face twist with raw, animal lust. He looked so primal that just the sight of him made my cunt spasm around his hard cock, and I watched his features contort with pleasure. I saw Max slide his thumb in his mouth. Knowing what that meant, I shivered with anticipation. Max flexed the lubricated thumb for me and everyone else to see and then deftly slid it into my ass, pushing my face and tits down into the bed so that our audience could see my back and my butt cheeks, making sure there was no room for mistaking just where his slippery digit was. This sent the couple on the other side of the glass to new heights of arousal as they watched his thumb disappear into my ass. The bedcover muffled my screams as the pleasure became almost too intense for me to take.
The girl finally managed to tug the guy’s dick free from his clothes. It bobbed bolt upright, thick and fat between his legs. Her hands closed around the length of his hard-on, and he tugged on his balls.
“Look at his cock,” whispered Max. “Look how hard we made him get. Your tits. Your ass. Me fucking you. Me with my dick in your dripping cunt.” Max’s words were like dynamite to me, but I was too far gone to answer him, overwhelmed by what I saw and felt. My body alternated between vivid sensations and numbness as Max’s dick rammed my G-spot over and over again.
The guy’s hand was now down the front of his girlfriend’s jeans. Maybe I was wrong about her; maybe she just wanted to feel his hand on her clit. I watched as his knuckles moved beneath her waistband. She was groping and grasping at her own tits, playing with her nipples under her T-shirt with one hand and tugging at his hard-on, massaging the length of it with the other. Max and I were transfixed by the man’s dick, which seemed to grow bigger and bigger by the second. Through the window I could see the tip of his penis begin to twitch and moisten. I thought what a shame it was that I couldn’t reach out and take his cock in my mouth, suck it dry of spunk.
Max had had his thumb in my ass the whole time he was pumping my tingling pussy. A shiver began in my pelvis and flowed along my limbs, numbing my arms and legs. Heat was radiating from my body as Max felt for my nipples and pulled my tits hard. I could take no more. It was time to submit to my orgasm. I yielded to a violent surge of contractions that sent pins and needles rushing all over my body. My pussy hugged Max’s dick so tight that he reached his second climax in five minutes. I felt one, two, three sharp thrusts inside my still spasming pussy and then heard Max exhale deeply as he let go of my breasts and grabbed my hips to steady himself. I milked every drop of spunk out of that dick, and when it was finished, our juices mingled, spilling out of me, sticking to the front of Max’s thighs, the pale liquid running down my legs and ass.
As our orgasms subsided, the girl on the other side of the window also came, and hard. A damp patch appeared between her legs and spread, darkening the fabric, as her knees trembled beneath her. When the guy felt her juices gushing onto his hand, he came, too, his spunk flying out of his dick in a perfect arc before hitting the window inches from my face.
I got off the bed, and, with my naked body pressed up against the cool, cool glass, pretended to lick his jizz off the window from the inside. The woman moved toward me and licked it off for real, hungrily sucking up her boyfriend’s spunk. I saw her tongue and lips moving as she slid her mouth across the glass, and I mirrored her movements, miming a kiss. When her hands touched the glass where my breasts were, it was as thrilling as if she had placed her flesh against mine. She gave my nipple an imaginary flick, laughed, and then she and her lover zipped up, linked arms, and walked off into the night, glancing over their shoulders at the shop window before turning a corner and disappearing from our lives forever.
Max and I enjoyed one last intimate tender kiss in the shop window and returned to the shop to dress.
“That was the best present anyone’s ever given me,” he said, helping me back into my dress. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
“Me, too,” I said, buttoning up his fly. As satisfying as the experience had been, my mind was still racing. I kept thinking about how sexy it had been when the girl and I were both pressed up against the glass. The fact that she was an anonymous stranger was the big turn-on, but part of me wished they had stuck around, that we had gotten to know them. We could have hooked up, all four of us. Something even more intense and amazing might have come of it. Before we left, I smoothed over the bedcovers and reset the security alarm. No one would ever know we had been there.