Hole In The Wall_(0)

The hole had been in the wall for years, just big enough to put one eye to, just in the right place that I could lay on my bed and watch the two girls next door. Everyday around this time I would hear Jayne’s phone ring, Jayne slink downstairs and then they would creep upstairs, evading her Dad, his faint snores even reaching my ears. I wasn’t sure if they knew the hole was there, they never looked at me or said anything to me, so I took that as an invitation to watch. Spying on my two best friends, they know I’m bi like them, but I don’t think they know I get off on watching them.

Hearing them sneaking back up the stairs, I got into position, eye pushed up against the wall my hand idly wondering over my boobs, caressing my nipples between by thumb and finger. I liked to play with myself while I secretly watched my friends.

The door of the room next door creaked opening, Jayne and Sara’s shadows falling across the carpet, intermingled together so I couldn’t tell which shadow belonged to who. The two girls stumbled into the room, Sara’s hands behind Jayne’s neck, Jayne’s hands on Sara’s waist, a giggle escaping from Jayne as Sara’s lips brushed against her nose. I could see the passion in their eyes as they looked at each other, still stumbling around, lips occasionally brushing against each other’s skin, their hands never once leaving the place that they touched.

Jayne, being a lot shorter than Sara, looked up at her lover, silently telling her what she wanted. Her eyes revealing their love for each other, Jayne’s green eyes gazing into the sea blue of Sara’s, their thoughts entirely lost in each other for a few moments, their bodies completely still as they forget everything apart from each other for those few minutes. Jayne’s expression portrayed everything, the brief lopsided smile, the sexy but cute puppy dog eye’s, I knew Sara wouldn’t resist the look that the blonde bombshell was feeding her. Seconds later, Sara gently lifted Jayne’s top off as Jayne undid the zip on her tiny skirt, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but underwear.

I watched, biting my lip, wanting what Jayne was getting, as Sara rubbed her long fingers over Jayne’s pussy through her underwear, gently teasing the crotch with her nail, thinking about pulling it aside to reveal the softness residing inside. She knelt down, the bed next to them not quite obstructing my view, the pants Sara had just been playing with were now being lowered, her soft movements gracefully sliding the small panties down Jayne’s legs, even from my position I could see she was wet, her shaven pussy shining slightly.