ALONE ISN'T ALWAYS LONELY

Inside the plush office

she was pushing herself hard

up against the glass...

feeling the chill night air against the cheeks of her ass,

as the rivers ran past the heated metal pencil sharpener,

and down the inner clenching thighs...

her eyes,

rolled back in her head,

shivered in their sockets

through gut shaking orgasm after heavenly climax.,

Until she finally slumped forward

in complete relaxation..

totally spent and spread naked and heaving

and covered in sweat

on the deep pile carpet.

As her breathing began to approach normal,

her focus returned,

and,

glancing up at the opaque glass office door,

she saw silhouettes,

two of them,

forming one obscene figure.

She could hear small guttural sounds

coming from the hallway,

and watched, entranced,

as the figures shook and writhed.

They seemed larger than life,

larger than imagination even,

and yet,

the act was so obviously intense,

so clearly abandoned

that she almost felt as though she was included in it.

Like performance art

where the audience is an integral part of the on stage action.

She suddenly became aware that the pulsating piece of small office machinery

was still deep inside of her,

still making waves,

and she rolled onto her back

and craned her head backwards to watch the view....

Her palms and fingers moved lazily to her breasts and full nipples,

she didn't know when she had crossed this particular line,

from social dormouse to exhibitional voyeur.

She wondered if the couple outside had been able to view her own actions

as clearly as she could see theirs....

If she had been as much on display

as they were.

And then

as the climax within her body began to build

and roar to crescendo,

she wondered no more,

thought no more...

her eyes remained glued to the figures on the screen window,

as they noisily built towards their own private ecstasy...

and then,

just as she heard and felt the scream roll up in her throat,

the image on the glass before her eyes,

burst into clear view...

the safety glass shattered into a million pieces,

and she saw Janice,

naked and clinging to a stranger,

riding high on his hips,

with her long hair thrown back,

and her face and nipples pointing to the ceiling.

They hardly seemed to notice the shattered glass,

as their momentum carried them into the room

and over towards her.

Somehow,

they held their balance

and didn't topple.

They didn't notice her at all.

They simply kept on grunting and rutting

towering above her.

She stared straight upwards,

with her breasts clasped in her fingers,

and her pussy gripping the shaking metal deep inside of it.

Her vision was suddenly filled with the sight of his balls,

as they slammed repeatedly upwards into her friend,

she could see his cock,

purple red and glistening,

disappearing and reappearing,

as sodden lips clung to it.

And she felt the floods inside her rush homeward,

out into the air.

And she opened her mouth,

and began to scream...

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