Blurred Lines (Watching Her) (2 page)

My hair was up in a messy bun. I liked
to keep my neck free for kisses or for him to circle it with his hands while he
fucked me. I wore the small diamond earrings he’d gotten me for my birthday. I
wasn’t one for much jewelry, but I loved those earrings and rarely took them
out.

Brett had these fantasies but they
quickly became mine too. He was very open about his desires and I’d learned
things about myself I never knew existed. He never pushed me to do anything I
didn’t want to. I loved exploring with Brett. Our sex life was amazing even
when we weren’t trying one of his ideas.

Tonight the plan was for me to try to pick
up another girl for him to watch me play with. I didn’t consider myself to be bisexual,
but there was something so sexy and so soft about a woman. I’d kissed a few on
our adventures and even messed around a little bit with one while we were out
dancing, but that was it. If the mood was right and we met the right person, I
was all for it to go further.

“Are you ready yet?” He yelled to me
from the kitchen. I knew he was anxious for this. He’d barely been able to keep
his hands off of me all day. I loved that I could do that to him--that I made
him crazy with desire. It made me feel incredibly sexy and so powerful.

I gave my make up once last glance. Satisfied
with my appearance, I replied, “Yep, I’ll be right there.”

I walked out the kitchen of our
apartment, my heart racing a little bit. I don’t know why, but I was always
anxious for Brett to see me when I dressed up for us to go out. I wanted him to
like how I looked. It was silly to be nervous. I had a feeling I could come out
in a sack and he would still tell me I was sexy as hell.

Brett looked up from the magazine he was
reading on the counter and I could see the desire flash in his eyes as his gaze
moved over me. “You look fucking hot,” he said, closing the paper and coming over
to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against him,
leaning down to kiss my neck.

A soft sigh escaped my lips. “You look
pretty good yourself,” I said. And he did. He was wearing his favorite leather
pants that were soft from being worn so many times but still hugged every
muscle on his body. He wore a tank top, showing off his toned arms and sexy
tribal tattoos. He’d put a little gel in his black hair and messed it up. I
could see the outline of his nipple piercings through the fabric and smiled,
remembering how I could bring him to his knees playing with those.
God, my
man is sexy
. I was one lucky girl.

He pulled up my skirt, grabbing my ass
tight and fingering my thong. “Mmm…Too bad you’re wearing underwear. I’d put you
put you up on the counter right here and fuck you hard,” he muttered into my
neck.

I groaned softly. “You still can. Wouldn’t
be the first time you ripped off one of my thongs,” I mumbled, my sex clenching
at the thought of him taking me right there on the counter.

He squeezed my ass again and gave it a
soft slap before letting me go. “Nope, wouldn’t be the first time,” he said,
“but let’s go. Things start at the club around nine and I don’t want to miss
it.” He pulled away from me and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit
disappointed. I loved it when Brett took me spontaneously and maybe an orgasm
would have calmed my frayed nerves a bit.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get me plenty
later,” he said with a laugh. He must have noticed the disappointed look on my
face when he said we had to leave.

I gave him a sheepish grin and took his
hand. I hugged his arm to me. “I can’t help it. You drive me crazy. I want you,
all the time.”

He smiled and kissed my temple. “Good. Cause
I want you all the time too, Lizzie. Let’s go have some sexy fun. Before the
night is over, I guarantee I will have fucked you, whether it’s at the club or
at home, or both.”

I nodded, my nipples tightening at his
words as Brett led me out of our apartment. I had a feeling tonight was going
to be one of our craziest adventures yet and I couldn’t wait.

***

We didn’t speak much on the ride to the
club. Brett held my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles as he drove. I watched
silently out the window. By the time we finally arrived, I was a ball of
nerves. I held tightly to his hand as we walked to the door. The building was
plain with no sign or any indication it was a club.
Were we even in the
right place?

He knocked on the door and whispered a
few words to the guy that answered. I didn’t really hear what they said; I was
too busy trying to sneak a peek around the huge bouncer.

“Ready, Gorgeous?” he asked,
interrupting my snooping before I could even see anything.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said softly.

He took my face into his hands, his dark
brown eyes looking deep into mine. “Just remember, I love you. And if at any
time you want to leave, you just say the word, ok?” he said seriously.

I reached up and touched his hand. “Got
it.”

“Good,” he said before leaning down and
kissing my forehead. I loved that he was so much taller than me and could do
things like that. He grabbed my hand again. “Now let’s go.”

I took a deep breath and followed behind
him as he walked into the club. It was dark with blue neon lights glowing all
around us. I could feel the bass of the music pumping some sort of techno
music. All around us were couples dancing. It looked like the other club that
we would go to sometime. I was expecting naked bodies having sex all over or
something.

Brett led me all the way to the back of
the club and through another door. It was quieter and you could barely hear the
music from the club. I glanced around, noticing various groups of people
kissing, touching. I took a deep breath and noticed the scent of arousal in the
air. I turned my head to the right and my mouth opened a little with surprise when
I saw a girl sitting topless A man and a woman were at each one of her breasts,
licking her nipples and sucking them as she moaned. She opened her eyes and
must have noticed me watching. My thong was instantly damp as I thought about
being in her position, Brett teasing one nipple while a girl was playing with
the other one.

“Like that, huh?” Brett whispered in my
ear as I continued to watch. His hand slid up my thigh and between my legs,
touching my damp thong. “Already wet?” he asked, fingering the wet fabric
between my legs. “Let’s see what fun we can find for you.”

I finally turned away from the threesome
I was watching and followed him further down to the bar. We sat down and he
ordered us each a drink. I tried to casually look around the room, but my eyes
were drawn instantly to another couple sitting nearby. This woman was topless
also, but this time the man was playing with her nipples while the girl was
between her legs. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her legs were spread
wide while the girl licked and fingered her pussy.

“Watch them while I make you come,” Brett’s
breath was hot on my neck as he whispered to me. His hand moved up my thigh,
his fingers brushing against my thong, now soaked. “Fuck, Lizzie, you are so
wet,” he muttered, pressing his finger on my clit.

I nodded, my eyes never leaving the
threesome near us. The woman’s hands were buried in the hair of the girl
between her legs, grinding her hips into her face. She looked like she might
come soon…and so was I, especially if Brett kept fingering me like that.

“Spread your legs a little,” he whispered.
I widened my legs slightly and gasped when Brett slid a finger beneath my thong
and deep into my dripping wet pussy. I was so turned on; I knew it wouldn’t be
long before I came all over his finger.

“Come with her,” he urged as my
breathing got faster. I bit my lip and nodded again. The woman cried out as the
girl brought her to orgasm, the man still licking and sucking her nipples. A
loud gasp came from my lips as Brett pinched my clit, causing me to come hard
and fast at the same time. He kept his finger on me until the last shudder went
through me. He kissed my cheek and removed his hand from between my legs,
leaving my skirt pulled up. The scent of my arousal filled the air around me. The
man picked up the woman still reeling from her orgasm and the three of them
went back through another door.

“Where are they going?” I asked, my
voice shaky from my orgasm.

“They’re probably getting a private room
to have some more fun,” he said as he reached for a napkin from behind the bar,
wiping off his finger. “Lizzie, I’m rock hard right now and want to take you to
the back to fuck you until you can’t see straight, but right now there’s a girl
down at the end of the bar watching you,” he said, nodding his head toward the
end of the bar.

My head whipped around and I noticed the
brunette watching me from the end of the bar. She had long, dark brown hair
flowing to her shoulders. It was hard to tell in the dim lighting, but it
looked like she had dark brown eyes. I had a weakness for dark hair and dark
eyes, which is probably why I couldn’t keep my hands off of Brett. She smiled
and winked at me.

“What do I do?” I whispered to Brett as
I smiled back. This was all new territory to me. I hadn’t been that good at
flirting with men; I had no idea how to do it with women.

“Well, just talk to her. Looks like
she’s coming over here now,” he said with a chuckle as I almost spilled my
drink in a panic. “Try to act natural. Just be yourself. She probably saw you
come just now all over my hand and wants to do nasty things to you.”

I shivered as I thought of the orgasm I
just had and tried to relax. The girl slipped onto the bar stool next to me.
“Hi there,” she said softly with a smile.

I smiled back at her, feeling myself
relax. “Hi,” I replied.

“Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve
seen you before,” she asked. “I would’ve remembered you.”

“This is my first time here with my
boyfriend, yes,” I said, motioning over to Brett next to me.

“I’m Misty,” she said, holding out a
hand for me to shake.

I took her soft hand in mine. “I’m
Lizzie,” I replied.

She let go of my hand and glanced down
at my skirt still high on my thighs, my soaking wet thong in view. She leaned
into me and I could smell her cinnamon shampoo. “Let’s not mess around, ok? We
both know why we’re here. I watched your boyfriend make you come and it was the
sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I want to take you in the back and make you come
with my fingers and my mouth.”

I nod, speechless at her bold statement.
“Can my boyfriend come watch?” I managed to ask.

She looked over at him with a grin. “Sure,
I love to put on a show.” She stood up from the bar and offered me her hand. I
glanced over to Brett and he nodded his approval. I glanced down and noticed
the outline of his erection through his leather pants. I wondered how long he
would last watching us.

I took her hand and she leaned in for a
kiss. Her lips were soft and she tasted faintly of the wine she must have been
drinking. The smell of her cinnamon shampoo filled my nostrils again, and I
probably wouldn’t be able to smell cinnamon again without thinking of her.

“Follow me,” she whispered after our
kiss. She didn’t wait for a response, as she turned around and led me to the
back room. I glanced back over my shoulder to make sure Brett was following. He
was watching us intently and even in the dark, I could see the lust in his
eyes.

We walked down a narrow hallway with
doors on each side of us. I could hear faint moans of pleasure coming from
behind the closed doors. She finally stopped at one of the doors and opened it.
She led me inside, and Brett closed the door softly behind us.

I looked around the dimly lit room,
taking in my surroundings. There were a few plush chairs around the king sized
bed that stood in the middle of the room. Satin sheets covered the bed. Off to
the right there was what appeared to be a bathroom.

She pulled me over to the edge of the
bed while Brett sat down on one of the chairs. She looked me up and down. “You’re
amazing. Can I undress you please?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” I said, my heart pounding so hard
I could hear my blood rushing in my ears.

She smiled and reached around me, her
breasts brushing against mine as she unzipped my dress. She slid it down my
hips and let it fall to my feet. I stepped out of it, now standing in front of
her in just my thong.

“Beautiful,” she muttered pushing me
back on the bed. I slid back and lay down in front of her, my thighs spread
slightly.

For a second I couldn’t believe I was
here. A year ago at this time I was working 60 hours a week in a job I hated
and barely dated. The guys I did date didn’t know any position other than
missionary and rarely would have sex with the lights on. Meeting Brett that
night in the coffee shop started a sexual awakening in me I’d never expected
but loving every minute of.

She quickly took off her skin tight black
little dress, stepping out of it and climbing onto the bed. “I can’t wait to
make you come,” she said, smiling as she settled between my thighs. “I’m going
to make you come harder than you ever have before.”