Stacy wandered around Mike's almost empty apartment, organizing the few remaining things into boxes for storage. Mike and two of his friends from work had spent most of the evening moving his furniture into storage and his big screen TV over to Stacy's place. Now Mike had run off to the local sports bar to 'thank' his friends with dinner and some beers.
Since they were now living together, they had decided to sell Mike's place to get some cash for the house they wanted to build. It would only fetch enough for a down payment, but it was a start. Just a couple days earlier Stacy had found the perfect lot, and soon they would be the proud owners of a several vacant acres on a forested hill overlooking a golf course and a small lake. It was actually quite spectacular at sunset.
Stacy rummaged in the hall closet, clearing out the remaining junk; mostly just jackets and sweaters. On a shelf she found a small wooden box marked 'Deutsche Optik' and two piles of magazines, 'Sports Illustrated' and 'Business Week'. "Well, the magazines can go in the trash", she thought. Then she opened the wooden box and found Mike's binoculars.
Stacy smiled and took the binoculars out of the box. They were quite heavy and somewhat larger than she had imagined. She walked over to the balcony and focused them on her apartment, curious to experience the perspective that Mike had of her place. The fine German lenses were powerful and she was surprised by the level of detail they revealed.
She giggled, "my goodness no wonder he got so turned on," thinking back to that night a couple months ago when she had stripped naked in front of her bedroom window, knowing Mike was watching her from this very spot. It had been an incredibly erotic experience for both of them and had ultimately brought them together as a couple.
Stacy allowed the binoculars to drift slowly, scanning the other windows on that side of the building. Most were dark, or were curtained, but the apartment two floors directly below hers caught her attention. It was brightly illuminated and the curtains were open. She had met the two young women who lived there a couple times and had wondered if they were gay. They were in their mid-twenties, very friendly, and always seemed to go everywhere together.
Stacy panned around the room and didn't see the girls anywhere. "The lights are on so they must be there," she thought. She tried to recall their names; Robyn was the dark haired one and Erin was the redhead. They both had smoking hot bodies, tall and slender, with big boobs and long sexy legs. Stacy envied them for a moment, recalling how easy it had been to look that good when she was that young.
Suddenly Erin walked into view talking to a man Stacy had never seen before. He was tall, olive skinned, well groomed, and his clothes looked stylish and clearly expensive. His build looked trim and muscular even under his clothes. Stacy thought, "He looks good enough to be a model."
Stacy started to put the field glasses away, but curiosity got the better of her. There was something distinctly naughty about peeking at people who didn't know they were being watched. She realized she was definitely getting turned on as she watched and wondered what was going to happen next.
When she looked through the glasses again, Erin and the man were standing up, kissing passionately. There was a large, high-backed chair in the way so Stacy couldn't see much below their waist, but his hands were clearly roaming all over her body and she was obviously enjoying it. "Well, now I know she isn't gay," Stacy reflected.
Stacy's heart was pounding when she looked through the lenses again. By then the couple had moved away from the chair and now were in plain view. Most of Erin's clothes were already in a pile on the floor and the man was helping her undo her bra. She had a fabulous body; flaming red hair, milky white skin, shapely hips, and very large breasts. They had to be at least 36D. "Probably fake," thought Stacy. Erin stepped out of her panties and Stacy saw that the lips of her completely hairless pussy already looked swollen and excited.
Once Erin was completely nude, they started to kiss again and soon the man was slobbering all over Erin's massive tits. After a minute or so, Erin turned her back to him and he continued to fondle her big boobs as he kissed her neck and rubbed her pussy. Then he reached down and picked up something from the table and wrapped it around Erin's head.
"He's blindfolding her," Stacy realized. Again the man reached down and this time he picked up something shiny. Erin put her hands behind her back and Stacy saw that he was also handcuffing her.
Stacy's pussy had already been feeling warm, but when she saw Erin kneel in front of the man, her pussy really stared to throb and feel wet. When she looked back through the lenses, she saw that the man was now taking off his clothes. He turned his back to the window and tossed his shirt onto the couch and started to undo his slacks. He wasn't wearing any underwear and when he turned around again, Stacy saw that he was indeed very well muscled -- highly developed arms, a sculpted chest, really flat abs, and a very long cock. "Hmmm, this could get interesting," thought Stacy.
Stacy's eyes were riveted to the scene unfolding before her. Erin held her head still, as the man slowly stroked his cock and rubbed it all over her face and lips. In less than a minute it was fully erect and ready for action. Stacy unconsciously licked her lips thinking, "Long but not too thick . . . definitely manageable."
The mystery man said something, and Erin opened her mouth. Then he slipped the head of his long tool between her waiting lips and just held it there. Stacy could see Erin's tongue swirling and slobbering all over the head. Slowly he began to move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, gradually deeper and deeper with every thrust. Erin was soon swallowing most of his lengthy rod.
The mystery man wasn't even looking at Erin as he fucked her mouth. He seemed to be focused on something else across the room, but Stacy couldn't see what he was looking at. Suddenly he stopped thrusting, grabbed Erin by her thick, red hair, and forced all of his hard cock deep into her throat. He just held her there with his cock buried in her throat for a good 10 seconds, then pulled out. Stacy could see Erin's chest heaving and the saliva dripping from her chin as she gasped for breath. She could almost hear the man's laughter as he grabbed her hair again and forced his stiff prick back down her throat again.
