THE JOB 1 – We pay you to watch us fuck.

I love sitting in the garden after work and reading.

There’s always plenty of peace and shade along the fence to the neighbor’s garden, which is overgrown with dense conifers.

A few weeks ago, I sat down there and immersed myself in a good book.

I heard my neighbors coming into the garden and talking and briefly considered making myself noticed, but the book and the peace and quiet won the race against the conversation with my neighbors.

I like them, they are nice people, but sometimes I just like my peace.

I sank back into my book.

I can read anywhere and block out my surroundings. That’s probably why I only noticed the rhythmic noise in my back when Oriana moaned softly.

I suddenly had no doubt what I was hearing and the book in my hands trembled slightly.

If I got up and left now, they would hear me.

If I made myself heard, it would be embarrassing.

I didn’t want to listen to them having sex, but I didn’t want to make it awkward for either of them. So I stayed where I was and tried to concentrate on my book again.

A stupid attempt.

Now I could hear everything very clearly. As if the noises around me had receded into the distance and I could only hear the couple copulating.

I involuntarily concentrated on them and wondered what they looked like.

Was she leaning against one of the trees and holding on to the gutter?

Was she on all fours in the grass and he was taking her from behind with relish?

I heard a soft clap and her suppressed cry.

They were so close, it was so arousing.

Now I heard Simon moaning too and the rhythm quickened.

I didn’t dare move or even breathe any louder.

Only my right hand moved very slowly under my long skirt and between my already open legs.

Very slowly and completely absorbed in the sex noises behind me, I felt up the inside of my thigh and stuck my finger into the side of my panties to feel my wet, excited pussy.

My garden chair is too tight for me to masturbate without making a sound, but I had to touch myself and feel my hot center.

I massaged my clit very slowly while Simon pumped into Oriana and triggered her orgasm. I heard her gasping and moaning and wished I could see them both.

When I heard Simon come, the tension in my body was almost unbearable.

I felt myself slowly sliding down the chair so that I could open my legs wider and finally put my fingers inside myself.

That stopped me.

It was impossible not to make a noise and I was already breathing far too heavily.

I regretfully took my hand off my pussy and sat aroused but motionless.

Did he use a condom and now pull his penis out of her to check if it was tight or did he watch his sperm flow out of her while her pussy was still twitching?

Did she wait patiently until he saw everything he wanted to see?

I heard my neighbors scramble to their feet, panting, and I imagined Oriana smoothing out her skirt and heard Simon zipping up his pants.

I wished I could see it and felt ashamed.

When I heard them leave, I got up as slowly as I could and went into the house.

I had to hurry.

If I waited and one of them went into their bedroom on the second floor, they would see me leave here and that would be extremely embarrassing.

On the way into the house, I even had the crazy thought that they had also seen me going to my reading place earlier and had deliberately gone into the garden.

What an idiotic thought.

At home, I took off my panties and lay down on my couch.

My pussy was wet and ready.