Chapter 5 The Threesome 3

Melissa felt her juices glide down her thigh. Seeing the lovers' intense pleasures made her close her eyes and picture herself being there, having the stranger bury his cock within her and fill the void of her needs.

As her thumb pressed on her clit, she felt the rush of blood from her head and came for what seemed like forever. The burn of desire made her feel overwhelmed and naked.

She collapsed to her knees and started to laugh at the trickle of juices from her pussy. She felt totally spent. Her eyes glazed over and closed from the strenuous release, then she finally relaxed and breathed slower, deeper breaths.

Her vision was blurred when she leaned down to pull up her pajamas and adjust herself. As Melissa stood up and looked out the window, she saw the weight-bench empty and the lights dimmed. Nobody was there and she found herself feeling a little uncomfortable with the effect this had on her. She felt alone now, after having shared this with the couple of strangers. It was exhilarating and yet, somewhat empty, because she couldn't feel it for real.

As she climbed into bed the inner peace and relaxation of her body made her almost drift into heaven. In her body the ache was still there. The ache for someone unknown.

The night was long and Melissa didn't sleep very well with the visions of the stranger and the Asian woman rushing through her head. Her body still ached for the touch of a man because it had been a while.

The opportunity had arisen but the men she attracted were after one thing. She was attractive and a very sensuous woman but her career and time weren't on her side. After college she rushed into the proverbial rat race and became another rat.

Melissa awoke to the numbing buzz from the alarm clock at 5:30. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she stumbled to the bathroom hitting the nightstand with her foot. The shower water covered her in warmth.

She relaxed and closed her eyes. She rubbed the washrag along the slick curves of her sore muscles and smooth skin. The water caressed her flesh. Her hands wandered on her body and as she closed her eyes she saw her strangers again. Not wanting to scare the visions away, she kept her eyes shut tight and envisioned the man in the shower with her.

A sudden warmth filled her as she rubbed the washcloth along her pubic bone and the frill glanced off her pussy. She clenched her eyes tight, grasping her breasts, but in her mind it was the stranger that grabbed them. The taut nipples flashed shock waves straight to her clitoris as the water streamed on them and trickled off the erect tips. Her body was on fire and the wetness of the shower couldn't stop the burn.

A deep moan echoed in the small glass shower as the stranger's tongue rubbed against her clit and Melissa leaned against the ceramic tiled wall. The surface was slick and smooth against her face as the rough wetness dug into her pussy. Leaning over to give the tonguing freer access, she felt the water trickle along the cheeks of her ass.

She breathlessly envisioned the stranger's long hard shaft penetrating her opening. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, she pressed her breasts against the wall while reaching her other arm up over her head. The wet, smoothness of the wall made her feel as if she were being pushed against it as the stranger drove into her from behind.

There was a slow drumming spatter of water as it slid down her back and fell from her hand as it pushed her finger ever so deeply into her convulsing hole. Her desire was taking over and she became flustered, forgetting where she was. Moaning loudly, she almost cried from the sheer pleasure of these fantasies of her heart.

She moved her other hand up to her breasts and pulled hard at her nipples, making them ache. As her climax approached Melissa found she was unable to hold herself up. She turned and faced the showerhead. Her mouth filled with water and she gasped.

Grabbing the showerhead off the hook she sat in the shower and pressed the force of the water against her pussy. Vigorously she rubbed her clit as the water washed the flesh of her pussy. When she came, she slammed her back against the wall.

She sat motionless and weak, while water gushed along her thigh, washing her clean.

The morning flashed by and at work Melissa was a little more relaxed than usual. Stretching her sore muscles, she walked home.

As she strolled up to the stairs to her apartment, she saw the stranger and Asian woman approaching their complex across the way. They walked up to the set of mailboxes right outside the door and stopped to talk to someone on the walkway steps. Melissa saw the Asian woman open the bottom right mailbox and check her mail. Then the couple went inside.

Being curious, Melissa walked across the street and looked at the mailbox the woman had opened. "Tony and Kayla" she read off the mailbox. So that's who they are, she thought finally putting a name to the images in her head.

The next few nights flew by and every night Melissa would check the window to see if they were there. Thursday on her way home from work, she passed a pawnshop and saw a pair of binoculars in the window for fifty bucks. An evil grin crossed her face and she stepped in. A few minutes later after a little bartering she had the binoculars and 40 dollars less money. Now she could see Tony and Kayla up closer and more personal.

She went home and took a long shower, then strolled into her living room to watch "Sleepless in Seattle" again when she saw the binoculars on the table. She giggled and picked them up, then walked over to the window and looked out. She could see the park now. It was down the road and she could never really see it from the apartment. She saw the lights of the city flickering. She spent a while just gazing out her window seeing other buildings. There was a woman walking her dog, two men kissing on a bench and a couple fucking in a convertible.

A light shone out from Tony and Kayla's apartment so she turned to face it. The binoculars put her almost inside the room. She saw the reflection in the hall mirror of someone running across the room. It looked like they were fighting about something.

Should she watch? Should she turn away? Melissa was torn again but continued to watch. She felt drawn in to watch them, even if she was invading their privacy. Tony and Kayla were face to face yelling and she could make out the words "Fuck you" more than once by reading their lips. Suddenly Kayla slapped Tony's face and jumped on him, smothering his mouth with her tongue. She pushed him hard against the wall causing the hanging picture to crash to the floor. Tony reached out to touch her and Kayla slapped his hand away.

Desire burned inside of Melissa. She was transfixed by Kayla's power over Tony.

Kayla pulled at his shirt, tearing it open. Reaching over, Kayla grabbed the letter opener on the desk and shredded the hole in his T-shirt, then pulled it loose from his chest leaving the strands to hang. Tony tried to move forward and Kayla shoved him against the wall again. Kayla was in total control.