Jude Mason's

~Coffee~
ｩ 2001 Jude Mason

"Coffee." The whispered word provided a focus as she made her way towards the kitchen.
"God," she grumbled to herself," I should know better. Partying half the fuckin' night then
have to get up early."

The floor was cool on her bare feet and she pulled the silky robe around herself a
little tighter. The glorious, pungent smell permeated the house, coffee. 'I'll open my eyes
soon, promise' she thought then smiled sleepily. 'Good thing I've lived here forever or I'd
be walking into walls.' Navigating around the dining room then finally into the small,
aroma filled kitchen. Hip resting against the counter, she shivered as goose bumps
tightening the skin of her neck. Taking her large, porcelain cup off the hook she set it on
the counter, then carefully filled it with the steaming, black brew. Coffee finally in her
hands, she raised it to her nose, inhaling the rich fragrance then glanced through the
window above the sink.

Her eyes flew open, coffee forgotten. Her lips were pursed in the process of
blowing. She stood frozen; not blinking or breathing, even her heartbeat seemed to have
stopped.

He was naked and on his knees. Amazing! Right in front of her, possibly ten feet
away, peering through the hedge towards her neighbour's house. He was also
masturbating.

Setting her cup on the counter, she took a deep ragged breath, unaware that she'd
been holding it until then. 'Oh my God,' she mouthed. Her eyes were glued to the
apparition before her, not daring to blink in case he disappeared.

Her mind slowly began to function again then, wham, her thoughts raced. He was
new in the area, just moved in a few weeks ago and she'd been trying to find some way to
meet him. Her mind jumped from one thought to another and she blinked, trying to focus
it. On several occasions she'd seen and admired his good looks, the easy smile he flashed
around. Now, she admired a great deal more.

He wasn't what you'd call classically good-looking. Not as tall as a lot of men, but
well muscled and as she could clearly see, he had a very nice ass. The small tattoo of a
roadrunner drew her eyes. The urge to reach out and touch him was insane; but that's
exactly what she wanted to do.

When her brain finally kicked in again, she wondered what he was looking at. With
difficulty, she tore her eyes off him, and peering past him, saw the window he was
looking into.

Shades partially open, her neighbours were going about their morning ritual.
Newlyweds, Jack and Sarah still played a lot of grab ass and kissed or touched
passionately whenever they could. Their mornings were an entertainment that this fella
obviously enjoyed and was taking full advantage of.

Tabitha was certainly getting an eyeful, and still gaping, allowed her robe to fall
open. Although she'd never thought of herself as a voyeur, she wasn't about to turn her
eyes away. The heat rose in her cheeks as she watched the easy way he caressed himself.

The neighbours were just a bit too far for her to make out, but he was there, so close
she felt as if she could reach out and touch him. Instead, she slid her hands over her own
body.

Her heart had been pounding ever since she'd spotted him and realized he couldn't, or
at least hadn't, seen her. With shaking hands she reached for her nipples and gently pulled
on them. Twisting them between fingers and thumbs sent a shock straight to her pussy.
Clenching inner muscles and the lubrication that trickled down her thighs attested to her
fast growing arousal.

'He's beautiful,' she thought as she watched him, remembering to breathe. His face
was turned away from her, but his body was angled in such a way that she could see him
clearly as he stroked himself. His erection was weeping; his fist was tightly wrapped
around the base. The muscles in his back rippled, as he struggled to control his lust. His
head fell back for just a moment, while he reached for his balls with his free hand,
cupping then tugging on them. His thighs eased open, just an inch or so more and
Tabitha's did the same.

Her fingers slid down along the side of her pussy lips, then around and up to the nub
of her clit. Stiff and hard, she rubbed a finger over the tip sending tingling sensations
down her thighs. Carefully, she slid her now wetted finger into her steamy caldron of
want. Sighing, she pressed the palm of her hand against herself as her thighs trapping her
wrist and closed around it. The other hand gripped the counter, holding her up, as her
pleasure mounted.

Tabitha's gaze never strayed from her peeping Tom's body. Watching carefully as his
hand slid up and down his shaft, gripping tighter as he neared his climax. His hips
moved, jerkily thrusting his shaft through his fist. Mouth gaping, his body tensed visibly
and the first jet of semen shot into the air. Plunging hard, his cock belched again then
again, adorning the brush with his white ribbons of lust.

Her own orgasm followed behind his and she fought to remain standing. Crashing
waves enveloped her as her sight became flecked with the familiar, spectacular fireworks
display. His tattoo fills her mind, the firm cheeks of his ass and the throbbing, pumping
tube of flesh thrust out from between his thighs. Shuddering, her pussy clenched around
her fingers as she plunged them deep inside, then curled and pressed them against that
spot. A gargled moan, her legs trembled as the muscles gripped her hard. Gently stroking
after that, her body glowing with perspiration and her eyes refocused on the lovely man
who still knelt by the brush.

The roadrunner tattoo, something she'd remember for later use if she needed. Her
mouth twitched at the corners, a smile appearing as her mind began to form plans.
Languidly her fingers caressed the soft damp petals of her womanhood. Yes, that
roadrunner might very well come in handy; after all who knew it was there; unless you'd
seen him naked.

Her breathing slowed then she slipped her fingers away from her wetness and with
still trembling hands, gathered up her coffee. Her peeping Tom was stirring, his softened
prick dangling between his thighs. Tabitha watched, as he rose and carefully made his
way towards the back of her house. She followed him with her eyes, making sure she
knew which house he entered.

Lifting the cup to her lips.

"Tabitha, what are you looking at?" Philip, her husband stood naked and hard,
watching her.

The End

Jude Mason proudly presents

The cool morning breeze raised goose bumps on his back. It didn't help that he was bare-
ass naked. Nipples as hard as his cock, 'Any minute now,' he whispered as he sank to his
knees behind the row of bushes.

Tom had positioned himself strategically for maximum effect. He had a direct line
of sight to the window and gave Tabitha easy sight of his tattoo. Watching the window for
any sign of movement, he felt the heaviness of his hardness bouncing between his legs in
time to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He'd been planning this performance since shortly
after moving into the neighborhood. The first time he laid eyes on her he knew it was just
a matter of time before he'd be out here, naked and masturbating. This had always
worked before and there was no reason to believe it wouldn't work again.

A light flickered to life beyond the window; he reached for his cock, and began the
slow rhythmic stroking. The tightness in the small of his back increased as he flexed on
the plug lodged deep within his rectum. Rivulets of pre-cum began to drool from his
cockhead at the multiple stimulation of masturbation, gripping a butt-plug, and
performing for an unwitting audience.

He knew she was watching him; the heat of her stare warming his exposed flesh.
Turning away from her sight, he hid a grin that slowly curled the corners of his mouth.
Pretending to be watching the couple next-door helped conceal the fact that she was the
object of his desire. From the moment he saw her jet-black hair, smallish perk breasts,
and apple-shaped bottom, he was infatuated with her unique beauty. He just had to meet
her and what better introduction than to be 'caught' pleasuring himself in her backyard.

Tom struggled with the urge to look in the direction of the kitchen window.
Knowing that if he made eye contact with Tabitha the gig would be up. This was a big
risk to be taking with such new neighbors. He focused his gaze towards the newlywed's
bedroom window, and saw the shades were only partially closed. If he concentrated he
could see flashes of body movement beyond the open drapes, but couldn't make out
whether it was Jack, Sarah, or both.

Tom pictured Tabitha watching him, as he masturbated for her. His eyes closed and
his head lolled backwards. The muscles in his back strained as he fought to control the
rapidly approaching orgasm. Slipping his freehand down past his throbbing cock he
adjusted the plug in his ass and pressed his thumb firmly against the base, increasing the
pressure on his prostate. Involuntarily, his thighs slid open from the pressure of the butt-
plug. The steady stream of pre-cum flowed down his shaft, lubricating his fist.

He gripped the shaft tighter, and stroked his cock in long slow steady strokes.
Struggling to remain perched upon his wobbly knees, he fucked his clenched fist with
heightened urgency. His penis swelled to new heights as cum raced up his shaft and
sprayed into the air. Tom's erection jerked in his tight grip, as each spasm forced another
volley of cum to gush from his swelled cockhead. The Bayberry bush was decorated with
the testament of his lust for her.

Tom leaned forward on his hands and knees, attempting to regain some semblance
of composure. Though his prick had begun to soften he was still aroused. Slowly he stood
and discreetly made his way towards the back of Tabitha's house. He gathered the robe
and slippers that he'd hidden. Taking one last glance back towards the beauty in the
kitchen window, he saw Tabitha with her back to the window sipping coffee. The ball was
in her court.

The End

Jude Mason's
~Coffee Again~
ｩ 2001 Jude Mason

For days after, it was all Tabitha could think about. Tom, naked outside her window
while she was getting her morning coffee. His uncommon grace and ease when he
masturbated captivated her. The roadrunner tattoo had become her favorite fantasy image;
each time she closed her eyes she returned to those few moments.

Philip would never have understood. So she'd made up a lame explanation about
watching two robins scrapping under the hedge. Without another word, he'd taken his
coffee and the morning paper into the dining room. There he sat reading while she
prepared his breakfast, silently. They didn't talk anymore, he read and she did her chores
around him. Then he went off to the office where he remained until late evening. When
he got home he ate while reading and then went to bed, never saying a word. How their
lives had changed, how dissatisfied she'd become. She'd tried to interest him in different
things and been ignored. Finally she gave up and began looking for things that interested
her without him. And then Tom appeared in the neighborhood.

While she walked, her arms full of shopping bags, her thoughts returned to him.
Naked, skin gleaming in the early morning sun and that tattoo she wanted so much to see
again. The store windows held no interest for her and she walked blindly past them
heading home.

She turned the corner onto her street still lost in thought. The sudden collision sent her
sprawling. Her bags went flying and she lay dumbstruck as Tom began sputtering
apologies. He quickly squatted down beside her to see if she was all right.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? Did you hurt yourself? Take it easy, is your back
okay?" He began running his hands over her, checking for injuries while he babbled on
about how sorry he was. Regaining a small semblance of focus, she noticed that her skirt
had bunched up around the top of her thighs. The tops of her stockings were clearly
visible to him, or anyone who happened by and looked.

"Ah! My wrist, oh damn," she muttered, her mind racing.

"Just lay still, let me check you," he said sternly. He slid his hands carefully down her
body and then down each leg. Finally, his attention came to rest on the swelling of her
right wrist. "Is anything else sore? I can't find anything but I'm not a doctor."

"No, I don't think so. I'm fine honestly, just my wrist and it hurts like a son-of-a-B. I
landed on it I think." Tabitha explained.

"Okay, let me help you up easy now," he said. He moved around so he could put his
arm around her and helped her sit up.

Tabitha watched him try not to stare at the tops of her stockings, her thighs. She also
saw the lump growing at his crotch. Although her wrist hurt incredibly, she realized that
her opportunity had arrived. When she tried to get up, she twisted a little and spread her
knees slightly. The white silk crotch of her panties peaked out at him.

"Ouch, oh damn!" Tabitha moaned. Every time she moved her wrist it was like a knife
blade being twisted.

"It's okay, I'll make sure you get it seen to. I can't believe I actually ran into you like
that. I'm so sorry." He gathered up her shopping, stuffing it back into the bags for her.
Setting it beside her on the pavement it finally dawned on him who he'd run into.
 "It wasn't all your fault, I wasn't looking where I was going either. I'm afraid I was off
in some dream land or something. Just help me get up and I'll be all right," she said,
trying once more to struggle to her feet. In the process she made sure her skirt rose up
even higher, exposing more of her thighs. This time she made it to her feet, but then
sagged against him. Her one hand tightened on his arms, her head coming to rest on his
shoulders.

"Hey now, you better let me help you home. You can't live far and I'm not going
anywhere." He was extremely aware of his growing erection bent uncomfortably in his
slacks. Wrapping his arms around her didn't do anything to relieve it, but he wasn't about
to let her go.

Tabitha was back remembering him naked, almost afraid to let him see her face. She
was flushed and her panties felt suddenly wet with her growing excitement. There was
also the bulge nudging her thigh and as innocently as she could, she rubbed against it.

"Are you sure, I mean you weren't on your way to work or to meet your lady or
anything were you?" she fished. He smelled so good, clean with just a hint of sweat from
the heat.

"No, no lady friend, and I'm not back to work yet. I just transferred here and don't start
for another few days. So you see, I have nothing to do but rescue you and make sure you
get home safe and sound. If that's all right I mean?" A smile tugged at his mouth and he
silently prayed she'd say it was.

"Yes it's all right, at the moment I don't think I'd be able to let you go. My knees feel
kinda shaky." Tabitha really was feeling much better, but she wanted to hold on for
awhile longer yet.

"You don't have to let go, just let me grab your bag and we'll be off," he said. Leaning
down he tried to discreetly realign his growing erection then took hold of her shopping
bag.

With one arm around Tabitha and the other full of groceries, he was uncomfortably
aware of his tented slacks. Hoping she wouldn't notice, they began to walk. Each step
was a small agony, as his prick lay bent and rubbed along his thigh. Thankfully it was a
short walk and after a couple of blocks they turned in to her yard.

As they stood at her doorway she fumbled with the keys and he once more came to her
rescue. Her wrist had swelled so that manipulating the keys was more than she could
manage.

"Here, let me," he offered, taking them from her and opening the door. Passing them
back he waited, hoping she'd invite him in.
 "You can't leave now, I mean come in," she chuckled at her clumsy offer and stepped
inside. He, of course followed eagerly, her bag in his arms. She tossed her keys onto the
bookcase and headed for the kitchen and some ice. His soft footsteps followed so close
behind that when she stopped to turn on the coffee he bumped into her. His manhood
stiffened even more as it rubbed against her behind and she pressed back.

"You're going to have to stop bumping into me," she chuckled again at his quick blush.
"Just put the bag on the table there. You're going to have to give me a hand to put ice on
this wrist, I could do it alone but it's easier if you help," she said opening the freezer and
pulling an ice tray out, "and you haven't told me your name yet, I'm Tabitha by the way."
One handed she found a bag, then held it out for him to hold while she dumped the ice
into it.

"I'm Tom, Tom Jackson. I'm about as clumsy as they come around you aren't I?" he
said, while taking the ice tray and releasing the cubes into the bag. He dropped the tray
into the sink and took the bag from her, twisting it closed. "Where's your towels? I'll get
one to wrap around this so it's not so hard on your wrist."

"Second drawer down, right there," Tabitha nodded towards the row of drawers by the
sink. He opened it, grabbed the top towel and wrapped the ice bag as she moved to the
kitchen table and sat facing him. His crotch was at eye level and only a few steps away.
She could feel her pussy dripping as her mind went back to his tattoo. How he'd stroked
himself and how he'd sprayed his juices all over her hedge.

"How does your wrist feel now, any different? Better, worse, the same?" he asked
taking those few steps toward her. Now he was inches away and she wanted him
desperately.

"It's sore, but no worse," Tabitha replied. Then before she knew what was coming,
said, "I saw you." She was shocked at her bluntness, but glad it was said. She raised her
eyes slowly, letting them wander up his torso then finally to his face.

He'd stopped when she said it, unsure of what she was going to do. When he saw her
face, the wanting there, he smiled softly and said, "Yes I'd hoped you were there,
watching me. I also hope you're not angry with me for doing it." He took her hand gently,
put the ice pack on the table, and then laid her wrist onto it.

"No, not angry, I was shocked but damn! It turned me on and it's all I've been able to
think about since." She flushed at her admission, but kept going, "your tattoo, the
roadrunner, I've been dreaming about it. Lord I can't believe I'm saying this to you,
almost a total stranger."

"Not exactly a total stranger Tabitha," he said softly squatting down in front of her,
wincing as his erection was again bent at an uncomfortable angle. "I felt like I knew you
the first time I saw you. Almost as if we'd been together somewhere, somehow before."
 With her good hand she slid her fingertips over his cheek and across his lips. He
kissed them, then took them between his teeth and bit softly. Tabitha gasped, then he
sucked them in, twirling his tongue around them. Her nipples tensed and she wanted him
to take her, right there.

"Please! " She moaned, not sure what she was asking, but wanting him. Their eyes
locked and he knew. He released her fingers and stood before her.

"I want you Tabitha, but I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure it's all right?"

"Yes, yes please. I want you too Tom, you have no idea how much," her voice
quavered. One handed she reached for his belt and tugged at it, trying to unfasten it. He
let her struggle with it, then the button and zipper, feeling his heart race. "Help me damn
it," she tugged futilely, trying to free him. He gripped her hand, stopping her for a
moment and gazed into her eyes.

"Watch." Was all he said and smiled down at her. He stepped back and stripped for
her. Slowly, beginning with his shirt, baring inches of skin at a time then tossing it on the
floor. Caressing his chest, he winked at her as he pinched his tiny erect nipples. Then he
slid his palms down over his stomach, slowly, seductively, making her wish they were her
hands.

"Tabitha, sit back baby and spread your legs for me. Please," he asked. She scooted
forward in her chair and after pulling her skirt higher, spread her legs. Her panties were
soaked and her musky scent permeated the air around them. Tom kicked off his shoes
then tugged his socks off, tossing them towards his shirt. He turned his back on her,
mischievously looking over his shoulder at her lust filled gaze. Then with trembling
fingers eased into his waistband, he slowly pushed his slacks down. His bottom faced her,
and as he bent he pushed his slacks lower, offering her a close up view of what she'd be
fantasizing. His tattoo appeared, and she ached to touch it, touch him. His firm butt
cheeks tensed then relaxed as she groaned with that ache.

"Take them off Tom, I need to see you naked again. I need to touch you," she blurted.
She'd clenched her fist and pressed it against the sodden, almost transparent crotch of her
panties, trying to relieve some of the ache. But it built again, this time faster and her
juices trickled between her cheeks.

"I know you do, and so do I. Patience baby, you'll get what you want," he growled.
Making a performance of it, he slid his hands up the backs of his legs as he rose. His
underwear was tight and almost thin enough to see through, but not quite. Slipping his
fingers into the leg openings he tugged the cotton upward exposing his cheeks, then
wriggled, teasing her and himself.

"Damn you Tom, I'm ready to scream and you haven't even touched me yet," she
moaned. He stood up then turned to face her, and watched her squirm out of her panties.
She held them towards him and with a smile, he took them and pressed them against face
and inhaled deeply.

"Oh God you smell good. Good enough to eat. Stand up for a second, no better yet
where's your bed? I want you on a bed." He reached for her hand and pulled her up. "This
is crazy isn't it?" he groaned then wrapped her in his arms. Willingly she molded herself
against him, feeling the throbbing heat of him through her clothing. His erection flattened
against her and seemed to burn through the thin cotton dress. She slid her hands slid
around him but whimpered when her wrist rubbed against his hip, pulling away.

"You're going to have to help me. Either bandage this thing or something, it really is
sore." She hated to halt their play but knew it would be worse if she let it go.

"Of course, God I'm thick, where's your bandage stuff, first aid kit or whatever?" He
hadn't released her and she felt her heat rising along with his. Both of his hands were on
her butt, pulling her against him.

"You're going to have to let me go for just a minute. It's in the bathroom," she sighed,
not wanting him to let go at all. Raising her arms she wrapped them around his neck and
pulled herself onto her toes. Softly she touched her lips to his, but as their hunger grew
the kiss deepened, tongues flicked out and tasted. Again she bumped her wrist and jerked
at the sharp pain.

"It's no use, you're going to have to bandage it for me. Just wait a second, I'll be right
back," she whispered. With a last parting tease of a wriggle, she twisted away then went
for the first aid kit. Tom watched her round ass retreat then disappeared around the
corner.

Moments later he heard her close a cabinet door then she was heading back towards
him. He perched his butt on the edge of the table, posing. But she was one step ahead of
him and when she turned the corner, he groaned. She'd stripped, and as she got closer he
saw her nipples tighten. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The soft round breasts topped
with large, erect buds of desire swayed gently as she approached. The curve of her waist
and the gentle swell of her belly had him hypnotized. He could feel the pre cum leaking
from the head of his cock as erotic thoughts filled his mind. Her nearly naked joining, its
soft fur she'd neatly trimmed on a whim this very morning. Shapely, long legs finally
brought her to stand before him, where she stood waiting for him to look at her face.
When he finally did she was grinning, as was he.

"I guess I'm not the only one that can tease huh?" he said. It was then that he noticed
her outstretched hand, bandage and tape held for him.

"Right," he chuckled and took it from her, then waited for her to sit down. Her wrist
was no worse but the swelling was painful when she moved it. So carefully and with
some skill, he wrapped it as she laid it across his thigh. "Let me know if it's too tight or
anything, okay?" he said as he taped the end of the elastic bandage.
 "It feels good, and so do you," Tabitha said, her fingers traced a hot line up his thigh.
He was still perched on the edge of the table. His shorts were on, but his erection hadn't
faded in the least. He dropped the tape on the table then spreading his feet and reached
for her. Dodging his hand she said sternly, "Don't touch, not yet. It's my turn to tease."

Growling softly, Tom placed his hands on the table beside his butt and tried to hold
still. She continued to slide her fingers along his outer thigh from his knee upwards, then
along the tight material of his shorts and over his hip. The muscles quivered under her
slow trailing fingers and she scratched him. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to leave
lines across his clenched cheek.

"Hey!" he gasped, but she saw his erection jump. Before he could say another word
she slid the palm of her hand over it and gave his shaft a squeeze. Gripping him firmly
she rubbed him, up and down soothing his small hurt. When he began to thrust himself
into her hand, she let go.

Looking up at him, as innocently as she could, she asked, "would you like to take
these off or do you plan on keeping them on?"

"Off, damn you're driving me crazy," he mumbled, tugging the offending piece of
cotton down then tossed them onto his small pile of clothes. Before he straightened up
again he kissed her, hungrily, thoroughly taking her breath away. When he pulled away,
they were both gasping, desire written all over their faces.

"Yeah I know, that's my plan," she managed to say. He straightened up and his
erection almost touched her face. Tabitha licked her lips and then the tip of his cock
without touching him anywhere else. Like a cat licking cream, she savoured the taste of
pre cum as it coated her tongue. The plump head jerked each time she touched it, and she
lapped further along the shaft. Her teeth touched him and her mouth opened wide,
engulfing the crown.

He gripped the edge of the table, to keep from interfering with her, but was close to
losing it. When his cock touched the inside of her mouth his hips jerked and he groaned
loudly. Slowly she took more in, sucking and twirling her tongue around him. It was all
he could do not to thrust himself into her sweetly torturous mouth. Even so, when she
began to move up and down, his hips began that age old rhythm. She varied her technique
and he trembled. First deep inside, then nibbled, she dragged him towards exploding, but
wouldn't let him get there. Only her mouth touched him for the longest time. Then she
cradled his testicles in her good hand. He pulsed in her mouth, dangerously close to
bathing her tonsils with his cream. He tried to pull away, to stop her deliciously sweet
mouth from making him cum but she held on. Hands on her shoulders, his fingers
tightened as the sperm churned and began its climb.

"Please, oh fuck you're gonna get a mouthful if you don't stop. Ah, sweet Jesus, don't
stop" His hips and thighs tensed, the muscles quivered as his need took hold. Her long
fingers wrapped around his sack, jiggling his balls then explored further behind. His cock
expanded in her mouth and she knew his climax was imminent and she sucked hard. Her
fingers found his crinkled brown star and pressed against it. With a deep growl, he
erupted. Her mouth was immediately awash with his thick cream. Swallowing
convulsively, she was ready for the next when it came, and moaned with appreciation
when it did. Each time he spewed another glob of cum she pressed the ball of her fingers
against his anus. By the time he was done, he could barely stay on his feet. He sagged
back, hands resting on the table while she made sure she'd taken it all.

Looking up, she released him and said, "Looks like I teased you a bit too much huh?"

He gazed down at her lust filled face and still trying to catch his breath, replied,
"Yeah, for the first round, but give me about fifteen minutes and I'll be ready for round
two. That should be enough time to get you climbing the walls."

A smile brightened her face as she replied, " I was hoping you'd say that."

The End
Jude Mason proudly presents
~Coffee Still~
ｩ D. MUSGRAVE 2001

Sighing, Tom sagged against the edge of the dresser, his once proud member, softening
and bowing forward, mocking him. The shaft glistening with Tabitha's saliva and his
spend.

She looked up at him with lust filled eyes, longing etched on her sweat-beaded face.
He reached down and trailed an index finger along her cheekbone. As his fingertip curled
under her chin and drew up the other side of her face, she smiled deeply. She turned her
head and captured his digit between her crimson lips.

The hunger of her craving washed over her body and she shuddered as she sucked his
finger into her mouth. She locked her eyes on his as she twirled her tongue around his
digit, fellating the substitute cock.

Watching her body tremble and her lips caressing his forefinger, he whispered,
"Don't you think it's my turn to watch you?

She thought for a moment and pulling her mouth off his finger, replied, "Go sit on the
chair in the corner."

He smiled and walked slowly across the floor to the wingback chair in the far corner
of the master bedroom. She watched his ass as he moved gracefully to the chair and took
his place. Exhibitionism had always excited her, but she'd never had the nerve to go
through with it, at least not with Phillip.

Masturbation had become an all-too-common activity in her sexually frustrated life.

The moment Tom sank into the cushions of the seldom-used chair; Tabitha stood
slowly, and stalked to the large king-size bed. Moving as seductively as she could
remember from her youth, she lowered herself onto the corner of the bed and threw her
head back.

The arching of her chest forced her breasts outward. Her hard nipples tightened and
pressed against the thin cotton dress she still wore. She flashed back to the morning she'd
祖 aught・Tom in her backyard, mind replaying the scene on her closed lids. His soft
whisper broke her reverie and she brought her head forward.

展 hat did you say?・She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

撤 retend I 知 outside your window watching you.・

泥 o I know you 池 e there?・

添 es. But I don 稚 know that.・

A deep sigh rolled up from inside her and escaped between her parted ruby lips. The
look of sexual hunger glazed her eyes and she rose from the mattress.

Tom watched intently as she stood and turned her back to him. She hooked her
fingers under the straps of the dress and let it slide down her body, pooling around her
ankles. The strip of cotton panties narrowed and disappeared between her round cheeks.

Looking over her shoulder, she stepped out of the pile her dress had become and
crooked her fingers into the thin waistband of her thongs. Turning to the side, she slid
them down over her shapely hips and bent forward slowly as she pushed the wet panties
to her ankles. The curve of her bottom was accentuated by the stretch of her thighs.

She stood slowly and let Tom see her profile. The heat of his stare caressed her body
and she felt it spread between her legs. Without turning to look at him, she sensed that he
was pleased.

Tabitha walked slowly to the head of the bed and opened the bottom drawer of her
nightstand. All he could see was her profile as she bent forward. This was enough for
him, as his resting cock began to fill with blood and swell, from the sight of her
silhouette.

He scanned the curve of her breasts as she lingered, bent forward, searching for
whatever was in the drawer. He caressed her nipples with his eyes and trailed his focus
down her torso to the bend of her hips. His eyes followed the shapely curve of her cheeks
to the slightly stretched muscles lining the back of her thighs. He shifted in the chair and
choked back a groan.

A smile flashed across her face as his unintended encouragement traveled the space
between them. She hid her grin, to keep the fa 軋 de alive. Whispering softly, but loud
enough for Tom to hear, 鄭 h, here it is.・

She straightened her back and pulled out a purple velvet sack with yellow
drawstrings. Holding it to her chest, she moaned and rubbed the soft handbag in the deep
valley between her breasts.

Turning slowly on her heels, she backed into the mattress, and fell across the bulky
bedspread. Her feet dangled off the edge of the bed as she pulled the drawstrings open on
the velvet sack. Tom leaned forward to get a better look, as his hardening shaft pressed
against his stomach.

Tabitha saw the movement and rolled away from his view. With her back facing him,
she pulled the pearl-blue vibrator out of the bag. A devilish grin curled her lips as she laid
it on the mattress beside her hip and rolled onto her back.

She trailed the nails of her good hand up her side, dancing along her ribcage and
teasing the underside of her breasts. The scraping of her nails sent gooseflesh up her
spine, hardening and tightening her nipples. With practiced skill, she teased herself and
purposefully avoided direct contact with the buds.

Pulling her knees up in the air, she scraped her nails along the curve of her calf to
the back of her right knee. She pressed her thighs against her chest, flattening the
mounds. Her fingers danced back up her shins and she straightened her knees, holding
them up in the air.

Spreading her legs, they formed a curvaceous 'V' suspended above her torso. She
trailed the fingers of her good hand up and down her inner thighs. As she performed, she
saw Tom straining to see better. So far, all he'd been able to see was her profile and an all
too brief glimpse of her lightly furred sex.

She brought her thighs together again and let her fingers trail up the convergence
between her thighs. Lowering her legs slowly, she continued to trace the contours of her
leg, then across her hip with her painted nails. Leaving momentary red contrails in their
wake as the scratching of her nails ignited the passion within.

Tom wanted desperately to get up from the chair, but didn't want to ruin the show.
He had played the scenario over in his mind a thousand times since that first morning,
never once imagining she'd be so willing to fulfill his request. Now here he was,
watching Tabitha do for him, that which he'd only dreamt of. Knowing so very little about
each other didn't seem to matter; what was important was their connection and similar
needs.
 Tabitha heard a muffled groan from the corner of the bedroom and smiled inwardly.
She had him and she knew it. Rolling on her side, she faced him, but stared at the mirror
on the wall beside him instead. The reflection of her naked form looking back at her
convinced her that she'd ensnared herself along with Tom. The flush of her skin revealed
the passion and hunger she'd held in check for too long.

The position of the mirror provided the perfect angle to watch herself. She wondered
why she hadn't noticed it before. Perhaps, the sexual frustration of the last few years had
dulled her senses and she was just now becoming aware of her sexuality again.

Tom watched her as she stared at herself in the large wall mirror. He saw the smile
slowly appear, followed by the sudden shift in position. The flash of her sparsely furred
sex caught his attention and he leaned forward, hoping to catch more than a glimpse.

Tabitha refocused on the mirror as she shimmied her hips into position. The narrow
strip of dark hair pointed downward to her ravenous center. In her peripheral vision, she
could see Tom shifting and craning his neck to see more. She felt sorry for him, but not
enough to give him a full view. Not yet.

Bringing her knees up in the air, she planted her heels onto the mattress. The fingers
of her good hand trailed up her thighs and curled in behind the knees. Pulling back, she
watched herself in the mirror, as her labia flowered open. Her wetness seeped out and
trickled down to her anus.

Tabitha held her head steady as she slowly trailed her hand down the back of her
thighs and cupped her right cheek. She caressed the fleshy mound and pulled it aside,
opening herself further. The cool air interacted with the moisture of her sex and she
shuddered at the small sensation. She wasn't just teasing Tom; she was tormenting herself
with the slowness of her actions. Her fingers were so close to her impassioned core she
could feel the heat radiating from deep within.

Tom had watched women in the dark and never once had he been lucky enough to
actually witness a woman giving herself such loving treatment. His hand had found its
way to his hard member and the fist gripped it tightly. The slow strokes eased some of the
tension, but added a new level of need.

She rolled her head back into the soft cushions and turned her head toward him. His
eyes locked on her hips as his white-knuckled fist wrapped around his cock. The long
sensual strokes of his hand took her back to that first morning. She began to salivate, and
could still taste his seed, heavy on her tongue.

Tabitha slid her hand off her cheek and pushed herself up. She went back to the
'game' and scooted off the foot of the bed. Unhurried, she walked to the corner of the bed
and set facing Tom with her good hand on the mattress between her thighs, covering her
wanton sex. The pearl-blue vibrator cradled in her palm, rested against her engorged labia
and she sighed as the cool plastic parted her lips.

Closing her eyes, she turned the base and the tiny motor buzzed to life. The hum of
the vibrator filled the bedroom and Tom stopped stroking his shaft. His eyes shot to the
shiny plastic toy as it purred in her delicate hand.

He watched as she traced the vibrating tip from her chin down to the hollow of her
neck. She followed the curve of her neckline with the pulsating toy around to massage
her shoulder muscles. Her mouth gaped open as she breathed heavily from the tickling
tease of the vibrator.

Tom's eyes locked on the plastic plaything as it teased and titillated her silky flesh.
He dared not blink and risk missing a moment of her performance.

She opened her eyes and rolled her head forward. She looked down at the swell of
her breasts peaked with the dark aureoles. She salivated as she longed to suck and nibble
on the sensitive buds. Instead of lamenting her inability to perform such an act, she
outlined her breasts with the humming toy, causing the nipples to tighten further.

Her juice seeped out between her compressed thighs, wetting her dark flower with
the creamy sauce. She wanted to throw her legs apart and aim the buzzing object at her
sensitive clit. The hunger for direct stimulation was nearly overwhelming, but she
focused her attention on the performance.

With ever tightening circles, she spiraled the vibrator around her right breast. Each
revolution brought the tip closer to her hungry button. Her focus intensified as she teased
herself more than she thought possible. Her jaw slackened and she breathed slowly and
deeply as the purring toy drew ever closer to the target.

As the vibrator touched the dark ring of division between fleshy breast and taut
nipple, she gasped and rolled it across the sensitive bud. Her back arched as the delayed
sensation of the toy made direct contact with her tight aureole. It wasn't an entirely new
sensation, but heightened by the knowledge of his eyes on her.

She shifted the vibrator to her left breast and teased it in a similar fashion. With her
sore left hand, she cupped her right breast and gritted her teeth as she rolled the engorged
nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Almost painfully, she tweaked the nipple and
pulled it, wrenching an animalistic groan from deep within.

As the vibrator made contact with her left nipple, she pinched the right again and
threw her head back, moaning loudly. The game of being the dutiful wife had grown
wearisome and she needed this release, if for no other reason, to prove to herself that she
was still an attractive and desirable woman.

Tom had reclaimed his drooling shaft and absentmindedly stroked the hard member
in his clenched fist. He sensed a change in her. She seemed to let herself succumb to the
passion. The scent of her sex wafted to his nose and he breathed deeply of her perfume.

He watched enrapt, as her thighs parted while she arched her back. The glistening of
her inner thighs revealed the wetness that seeped out of her center. The puffy lips parted
slightly, as if pouting and begging for attention. He wanted to bury his tongue in the
safety of her folds. Again, he struggled with his resolve and forced himself to remain in
the chair.

Tom sighed and milked his cock. He looked down as a bead of pre-cum formed at
the tip and rolled down the tiny valley toward his glans. Rubbing his thumb across the
globule, he spread it over the swollen head and teased his shaft to harder dimensions. He
gripped his shaft tighter and tried to slow the speed of his strokes as climax neared.

He raised his head and looked at Tabitha. She was drawing invisible lines on her
stomach with the vibrator. Weaving it from side to side, as she slowly lowered the toy
with each pass. Her free hand was still cupping her breast and tweaking the distended
nipple.

As she trailed the humming toy across her hips, she spread her thighs and looked up
at Tom. She saw the tight grip he had on his cock. The head was bright purple and his
knuckles were white from his firm clutch.

Their eyes locked and she squinted as she twisted her nipple and traced a line along
her inner thighs with the vibrator. The pulsing of the dildo made her shudder at the
closeness of the toy to her hungry sex. The craving for release was becoming more of a
struggle with each passing moment.

When she had masturbated alone, truly alone, she never took this much time
building up her desire. She'd always Jilled-off quickly, when the sexual frustration
became too much to ignore. To spend the time luxuriating in the throes of desire was a
luxury she never afforded herself. With Tom watching, however, she felt she owed it to
him and herself.

Tabitha heard another choked groan and lowered her head, letting the long hair
cover her face and the broad smile on her lips. The time had come to shed the last
vestiges of her inhibitions. With a heavy ragged sigh, she fell back into the soft mattress
and brought her knees up, resting her heels on the edge of the bed.

She dropped the buzzing toy beside her right hip and slid her fingers down her pubic
mound, through the narrow strip of fuzz. Her fingers splayed out and framed her
glistening puffy lips. Pressing her palm against the soft bulge of her pubis, she spread her
labia open.

Her rosebud and moist sex revealed to his vision for the first time, causing him to
sigh audibly. Tabitha moaned in response to his obvious pleasure in seeing her this
intimately.

She slid her fingers along the edge of her open pussy and found the bead of
moisture. Dragging her fingers across the sweet honey, she trailed the moistened fingertip
to her lips and flicked her tongue across the glistening digit.

Tom's eyes were transfixed on her sex and her display of passion. He had released
his cock and was gripping the arms of the chair tightly. His mouth was gaping and he had
an intense look of hunger on his face. The hard shaft between his thighs twitched and
bobbed in time with his rapid heartbeat. A steady stream of clear pre-cum flowed from
the tip, wetting the head and glans.

Tabitha grabbed the vibrator and traced the buzzing tip around her exposed lips. The
tapered end barely touching her outer lips, sending shivers down her spine. Her knees
quivered and she gasped softly. Her hips humped up and down, trying to capture the toy
in her clutching quim.

He watched her thrust her hips in slow strokes, teasing herself with the vibrator.
Tom's eyes painted her body, reveling in the exhibitionistic presentation of her sexuality.

He stared into her pussy as she drove her hips repeatedly up and down. His thick
tongue snaked out and licked his lips hungrily. He wanted to taste her sticky sweetness,
but summoned enough resolve to resist.

She looked across the room, and through the haze of desire saw him squirming in his
seat, struggling to remain in position. Adding fuel to his fire, she trailed the tip of the
humming toy around her engorged clit. Her head rolled back as she moaned loudly and
dragged it across the sensitive knot.

Directing the point of the toy at the most sensitive part of her clit, she held it steady
as her body began to shake. Her moans grew louder and more urgent. She was surprised
at the quickness of the approaching climax and clamped her eyes shut trying to will the
orgasm to slow.

Again, he was fighting the urge to dive in between her raised thighs. He longed to
taste her womanly juices as they flowed out of her quivering sex. At the same time, he
needed to watch the orgasm that was threatening to overtake her body.

She rubbed the toy, hard against her inflamed clit and shot her head up, looking
down her body to Tom. Their eyes locked again and she panted rapidly, her mouth
moving but no sound escaping. Tom reached for his shaft and curled his fist around the
swollen member.

Watching him grip his cock sent her over the edge of sanity. She slid the vibrator
deep into her clenching pussy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her head
fell back into the cushions and rolled from side to side, as she groaned primitively.

Tom watched her body buck in the throes of climax. Her thighs quavered and waved
limply as all focus was on her clutching center. The bedspread under her rotating hips had
become drenched with her release. He could smell her sex and inhaled deeply, getting
high on her scent.

Slowly, the waves crashing through her began to subside. She pulled the buzzing toy
out of her wet, quivering sex and sucked it into her mouth. The taste of her own cum
wrenched another groan from deep in her throat. She turned the base, silencing the motor,
and licked the fake cock clean, her eyes locked on Tom.

He sank back into the cushions and sighed. She had just fulfilled one of his fantasies
and it was better than he'd imagined. The lusty gleam in her eyes was still there, but had
lessened slightly. She lowered the vibrator to the mattress and pushed herself up, setting
on the edge of the king-sized bed.

"Would you like some coffee? I make a mean pot of Joe."

He forced a smile and looked down at his drooling cock. "You might need to ask
him."

She chuckled and said, "Waiting is good. It builds character."

The end
Jude Mason's
~Hot Coffee~
ｩ 2002 Jude Mason

"Follow me big guy," she said pulling herself up off the bed. Her knees trembled as she
sauntered past Tom and he groaned but rose to follow her. His aching, straining cock
danced before him as he trailed along behind.

"You're quite a tease, woman," he growled, eyes straying down her back and over
the smooth round shape of her bottom, the cleft drawing him like a magnet.

"I believe you're the one who started the tease, remember?" Tabitha said over her
shoulder, his frustration quite evidently mounting. Although she'd just climaxed she was
as hot as when she'd begun. Her pussy felt swollen and heavy as she entered the kitchen,
Tom inches behind her.

"Yes, I remember," he whispered and reached for her. His arms wrapped around her
waist, pulling her against his sweat slick belly. The tip of his erection tapped against her
bottom then slid easily between her soft damp thighs. She trembled in his arms. He bent
and kissed the nape of her neck, groaning when she clamped her thighs more tightly
around his cock.
 "How's your wrist?" He asked trying to think of something besides plunging into
her.

"Feels much better, thank you." And to show him, she reached down and using that
hand, gripped him. His tactics hadn't worked, but he was long past caring as she worked
the skin up and down his shaft. The heel of her hand pressed against the aching crown
each time she pumped him and he shuddered, almost losing control.

"You better stop that or we'll have a mess to clean up. I'd rather have that inside
you." Circled her waist with both arms, he reached down to aid her hand at their almost
joining. Her softly furred sex was still wet from her earlier show and his fingers followed
the same path hers had. Her clit met his index finger and he stroked it gently.

"We both better stop or I'm going to fall over." Her soft chuckle was mixed with
passion. Pulling away, she gave her bottom one last wriggle against him before moving
into the kitchen.

Tom perched on the table; knees splayed wide and watched her slowly move about
the room. Coffee pot filled at the sink, she'd leant over just a bit more than needed. Her
ass faced him, enticing him to take her. Gritting his teeth, he fought that temptation and
heard her soft chuckle as she continued the preparation. Every chance she had to display
herself she did and he admired her all the while fighting to remain sat.

At one point, she brushed past him to get more coffee grounds from the fridge at his
side. Her thigh touched his knee; it was if a spark jumped between them and he gasped.
His hand unconsciously wrapped around his cock and squeezed it. The small touch had
almost been enough to make him lose his silent battle for control.

Tabitha knew exactly what she was doing and was enjoying the heated play more
than she cared to admit. It had been too long since her husband had paid any attention to
her and she lapped this up like she was starving. She could see desire on Tom's face every
time she glanced at him. His erection looked painful but he followed her wishes, as best
as he could.

With the coffee started, she decided to continue the tease and see how far she could
push him. Clean cups from the cupboard beside the sink, she stretched luxuriously and
arched her back. Her breast swayed high on her chest and the nipples hardened, sending
shivers of pleasure through her. Every so often she heard him, groaning softly or inhaling
at some sexy pose she took up for him.

When she leaned over to find more sugar from the corner cupboard she wasn't
disappointed to first hear, then feel him. Hands on her hips, gripping tightly, pulled her
back. She spread her feet slightly just as his lips touched her right buttock in a soft kiss.

She reached for the counter, needing its support as her heart raced. Knelt behind her
as he was, he had perfect access to her and he used it to the fullest. He kissed her then she
felt his teeth, biting gently from one cheek to the other. Lips and tongue trailed hot lines
of desire on her heated flesh. With the flat of his tongue he lapped at her pussy, taking in
the juices she'd stirred so well just minutes ago. His grip shifted slightly then tightened,
pulling her wide for his pleasure. With a long lingering motion, he licked from her spread
labia upward and over her tightly puckered anus.

"Oh God," she breathed and couldn't control the tremors that took hold of her. He
repeated the move and she whimpered. With the tip of his tongue he circled her anus, at
first delicately, but soon with a hunger that both surprised and delighter her. Her heart
hammered in her chest and she couldn't catch her breath.

Glancing back, she saw his erection, the mushroom shaped head shiny with pre cum,
throbbed between his thighs. She ached to touch him, to take him inside her, but his
tongue had her enthralled. His fingers slid from her haunches and soon one found her
open sex. The other appeared at his groin and he masturbated slowly, tight fisted in an
attempt to hold off for as long as he could.

Tabitha knew he wouldn't be able to keep from cumming for long and wanted to feel
him deep inside her. She was close herself to that pinnacle of pleasure he seemed able to
take her to in so many ways. Gooseflesh travelled up her arms and neck, and her nipples
ached for some attention.

"Please," she sobbed, needing to touch him more now than she wanted his mouth on
her. He pulled away, his face slick with saliva and her cream. The smile he gave her was
wicked and she reached back for him. "I need your cock in me, oh God, fuck me."

"Thought you'd never ask," he teased, but was on his feet in an instant. His erection,
still in hand, slid up her thigh leaving a clear sticky trail of his pre cum. He pressed the
rubbery head against her cleft and leaned into her. At first she wasn't sure where he'd aim,
but as he slipped into her she sighed and felt a gush of pleasure trickling down her thigh.
Clenching tight around his pulsing shaft she soared higher.

In one smooth stroke he filled her cunt. The satin smooth muscles welcomed him
and gripped him tightly as she pushed her bottom back against his belly. Reaching
beneath herself, she cupped his balls and felt him shiver. His hands found her breasts, the
nipples pressed against his palms and rubbed as they began their lustful dance.

Slowly he pumped into her. Each stroke brought them both ever closer to blissful
mindlessness. Guttural moans filled the kitchen as they worked against each other, harder
and harder, the slapping of flesh on flesh growing loud. His balls pulled in close and she
rubbed the flat of her hand over them. Knowing he was on the edge brought her closer as
well. Just knowing he was going to fill her made her hot, she could feel his cock pulsing
with need and then it swelled even more.

Gasping, growling together in their private language of lust, they careened towards
climax. He pinched her nipples and she exploded. Her cunt clenched around him and he
gasped, hot sperm erupting from deep in his aching balls. Each time he slammed into her,
she mashed her fingertips just behind his balls and he convulsed, sending more spunk
deep into her.

Her legs gave out and if Tom hadn't been holding her she'd have fallen to the floor.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her middle and held on, still pulsing deep within her
cunt. His lips on her back, one hand cupping her sex were her first coherent thoughts
when she regained her senses. He held her and she sighed, content to be in his strong
arms.

Somewhere in the room they heard the coffee pot finish its cycle and gurgle to a
stop. The bitter scent of fresh brew filled the air, mingling with the aroma of sex. Gasping
for breath, Tabitha twisted her head so she could gaze at him and asked, "Coffee's ready,
you want to sit down or are we going to try drinking it like this?"

The end