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Watching the Intruder

by CKing
© April 1999

I had been sitting at my local hangout for about 20 minutes just watching the crowd grow slowly for a Friday night. I guess you'd say I was a regular. One the other regulars knew by face pretty well but not so much by name.

The girls behind the bar knew me. I always tipped well and usually just was pleased to watch all the women. Have my few beers then go home. Mostly shy and not talkative, I was a comfortable bar fixture for the place.

A dark short haired woman came in. Parked just a few stools down from me. We waved an acknowledging hello without a word to each other. I think I had seen her in here before but don't remember which group or when. She was not interested in anyone coming in and looked to be waiting for someone but not really. I'd say she was about 28 or so, thin with a very hip top on that zipped from the neck down to her bellybutton and jeans.

Being a bar fly, I know alot of the familiar patterns. Usually the one waiting is always looking towards the door at the newcomers...usually the one waiting lets you know they are waiting for someone in their actions. Saved seats. Cigarette packs placed carefully on the table in front of an empty chair or a sweater hung over a nearby empty chair for the “person coming”.

Another “regular”, Angie, came in, nodded to me and took the stool next to the dark short haired woman. There was no attempt to stop her or even much acknowledgment of her. The dark short haired woman just sipped at her beer almost in contemplation, ignorance of the bar slowly filling up.

I felt her look at me a few times. But I was sure to just be smiling off. Content at my perch watching the two pool tables in action and continuously scanning the woman around me. I didn't want her to think that I was watching her. Wanting to know her story. Wondering what her night would bring.

Some friends came in and stood at the bar with me awhile. Aimlessly chatting. Catching up on tidbits here and there. After they had headed towards the dance floor, I resumed my quiet glances about the room. The dark haired woman still sat sipping slowly on this, her third beer. Small groups surrounded her as the bar was almost packed now. People reaching through to get drinks from our lovely bar keeps.

I turned to order another beer and out of the corner of my eye I saw the dark short haired woman watching carefully one particular girl. She then glanced about to see if anyone noticed her watching and resumed to follow this girl's every move. Absorbing it.

I watched as they finally made eye contact. Her whole body seemed to relax. Her head motioned towards the rest room. Over her shoulder I saw the other woman smile back to her and make a short nod.

The dark short haired woman sat for a moment and finished her beer. She then started slowly towards the bathroom.

I then watched the other woman. Long bouncing blonde hair and very ‘springy’ shorts. She was talking in a very tight group with three other ladies. A stout, long haired brunette in slacks kept wrapping her arm around the blonde. They were definitely a couple. With a kiss to the stout woman's lips, the blonde separated and walked off towards the bathroom.

I couldn't help myself. Intrigued yet knowing affairs happened everyday, everywhere I was still so curious. I just happened to pick up on it at this instance, see it, see it at work. I headed behind her slowly to the bathroom.

I entered and headed for the last stall. Someone was flushing and leaving as I was going into the stall. I sat quietly. Just listening. They were quiet too. In the same stall, almost giggling, two stalls from me. But listening for sounds. I was quiet.

In the quickness and number of sounds when the other patron left and now hearing no sounds, I think they believed they were now alone.

“Finally,(loud sigh), you better let me unzip your shirt right now Beth,” I heard as I also heard tickling and wrestling. “Just kiss me Sarah before someone comes in.” Sounds of kissing and low moans came from the stall. “mmm” I thought to myself, “Beth is the dark short haired woman and Sarah's the cheat.” Still I listened.

The door sounded and the music flooded in for a second. Someone walked towards the sinks and then the sound of water went on and then off. Paper towels pulled sharply then crunched. The foot steps clicked off towards the door. Music and then the last sound of the door closing into its frame. Giggles and more kissing sounds broke into the silence.

“Listen. What are we going to do?” Beth said, her voice much more tenor than the blondes. “Really, Angie's coming home in the morning and want you one last time,” she continued.

The sound of a zipper echoed through the bathroom chamber, then smooching sounds on skin. “Sarah, really, we're going to get caught in here,” Beth stated most sternly.

“Look, I told you this would be impossible, even stupid. Sharon doesn't have a clue and I'm not messing up tonight for her to find out just because you go back to your own life tomorrow,” Sarah answered.

There was a long silence. I pictured them in the stall. Arms around each other. Looking into each others face for an answer to it all.

“The other night shocked me too. But I can't deny how hot your make me. Even for just these couple of days. I want you one more time,” Beth said, trying to assure her blonde.

“Listen, this is getting too weird. You're not hearing no and I know my body is not helping with crossed signals. But I'm not letting you fuck my life up either. And it will fuck up yours too and you don't even see that. Beth, enough. Over,” Sarah said with such finality.

Again the silence was overwhelming. I pictured them standing there in their own little stand off. Looking into each others eyes yet still holding each other by the elbows or waists in their tight quarters.

“Ok. Just meet me in a hour here. I do hear you. You're even right probably. Just meet me here in an hour for a last kiss. Ok?”, Beth pleaded softly.

“Oh Beth. If you weren't so sweet this wouldn't be so hard..” Sarah voice trailed as more kissing sounds began to fill the room.

The door sounded, the music flooded in. Steps toward the empty stall echoed until the door shut forcefully sounded within its frame through the bathroom.

A deviant flush came from the girls stall. Then the door and music. Water sounded then in the sink and I knew one of them had hesitated some to linger an extra second or two by washing her hands.

So what had they agreed I thought in those moments I missed with the other patron's interruption of my movie.

The door sounded. The other of the girls finally left and I flushed my toilet to join back into the crowd. My butt hurt some from my position on that seat for so long and I was aware of it.

My place was still staked out when I returned. My beer in front of my barstool. Beth had lost hers to another group of three and I non-nonchalantly tried to scan the bar for her position. Ordering another beer I found her leaning against the back wall, off the far side of the wall quite behind several standing groups of people just looking out into the crowd.

As I resumed my perch, I scanned smiling into the full bar and the crowd growing rowdier and rowdier. I spotted the blonde now with her group standing at a table close up to the dance floor. I watched my clock, it was close to 11:00. Not even once that I could catch, did Ms. Sarah look to Ms. Beth. She went on about her night with her lover and friends like any other night out. Beth on the other hand fidgeted and drank two more beers as she just stayed back and out of it all.

As 12:00 drew nearer I found my own palms sweating. Anticipation making my heart sound deeper. I didn't know what to expect yet then again I did so I thought.

In the midst of conversation with another friend that had walked up, I noticed out the corner of my eye the blonde, Sarah, heading towards the rest room alone.

Beth was soon to follow from around my left side behind me. I couldn't help put try to cut my friend off. I had to pee I had started as I slipped away.

Watching in front of me, amidst the moving crowds, the dancing couples and traffic between the open space, bathrooms and the doors to the outside, I could not keep my eyes off of Beth.

Just as Sarah was reaching for the bathroom door Beth caught up with her and took her by the arm. Whispering something to her she pulled her past the bathrooms and toward the front door. Sarah was moving with her yet somewhat dazed I noted. I was not far behind.

Turning the corner to the front desk I heard Beth's voice trailing “We’ll be right back..” as the sound left the open door and out of the building.

I turned the corner and stopped to light a cigarette. Standing just before the door I said hello to Ginger watching the front and commented something stupid about just needing some air and that I'd be right back. Ginger, who knew me quite well, just nodded as I made my way out the door.

I stopped as I entered the outside. Not far past the first row of cars their voices now came in from over the din of music growing dimmer with distance. “I just need to talk to you,” I heard Beth say. “Why not inside? I can't do this Beth.” I heard in reply.


I took a drag off my cigarette and felt so illuminated standing by myself in the first row of cars under the street light in the brimming parking lot. They had no idea I was there.

Hearing a door open, I was stunned at the strength in Beth's tone. “Just get in Sarah, you owe me that or I'll really fuck your night up. I just have to talk with you,” was what I heard.

There was a huff and the sound of movement then a car door sounding shut.

I hesitated but had to move closer. I ventured several more cars over. Just listening. There were muffled sounds. Even the sound of a loud stereo coming from another car parked deeper in the lot. Probably smoking a dubie and not even aware of me either.

Standing there a few cars away now. I could make out each of their fussing voices. Not the words but each distinctive tone. Beth's very bold and deviant. Sarah's almost pleading. As I stood there it crossed my mind that I was actually referring to them in my head as “Beth” and “Sarah”, like I really knew them.

In case anyone else was watching, I leaned back against the car I was next to and blew a deep drag of smoke out. Looking up at the stars and pictured much like I was plainly resting or waiting for my ride to venture out of the club, I continued my watch on their car.

I was seeing them kiss in that deep dark back seat. I was also seeing the blonde struggle. The noises got shallower. The windows fogged up even more. It seemed as though hours were passing. Watching, I thought of interrupting. Should I save someone? Is this my purpose in being here at this instance, this point of time, so out of the blue to be witnessing this.

I still stood frozen, watching the car move and bounce ever so slightly. A scream every now and then.

There was the sound of a door finally and I stooped to tie my shoe again. It was Sarah and she was out of the car. “It was better when we both wanted it. You happy now, Beth? You got what you wanted,” she was saying as she pulled her clothes together, speaking into the car quite angrily.

“I’m going back to Sharon and see if she's speaking to me. You've really ruined it. I don't want you around me,” Sarah continued then she walked off, back towards the entrance of the club. Several people were going towards their cars and were watching her exit with snickers and giggles. She continued to stomp in, fixing herself along the way.

From the car Beth was silent. No movement from there in the back seat. I still stood there and watched.

I thought about each of their girlfriends. The smooching and kisses not so long ago in the bathroom stall between them.

I heard the door open. As Beth came out of the back seat of the car she noted me several cars down. Taking a last drag off my cigarette and flicking it to the ground to be crunched beneath my shoe we made eye contact for a second. I just looked at her. Probably with disgust, but also like I was just a nobody in the parking lot smoking a cigarette oblivious to anything that she'd just done. Beth looked dejected.

I heard her open another car door and get in as I walked towards the building. I heard her engine sound and her tires break against the pavement as she rolled out of the parking lot. Entering back into the club I felt such detachment. This vibrant night on the town. Happy people dancing and conversing. I felt numb with my own thoughts. I had watched and that girl was surely raped. Sarah had done no more then I had except endured. I entered the bar like nothing had happened. For anyone else there nothing had happened. Only three people knew and I was one of them.

I pulled myself back into my chair. Taking a long swig of my warm beer I wasn't smiling as I looked back out across the room, taking in the crowd. I was picturing me standing there watching. Not doing anything. Just watching. An intruder in my own right watching someone else intrude another even worse. My stomach was uneasy.

I then saw Sarah. Her blonde hair disheveled some and she was very clinging with her mate. I noted her holding her girlfriends hand. Trying to be playful and silly joining into their group's joyful discussion but also looking fretful over her shoulder at the same time. And no one else knew or even saw this. Only me, knowing why she would even have fear.

Her girlfriend didn't seem miffed at her lover's long away but she wasn't pulling Sarah into her like she had several hours before. Maybe it was me, just reading it wrong.

I still felt like shit. I still wanted to just say something but knew that I couldn’t.

I was glad Beth had left. I was angry in my own mind that she had lost it and taken it anyway. I wanted to be more angry at her then angry at myself. I watched as Sarah pulled her lover towards the dance floor. I watched as she took one last look towards the door.

I paid for my last beer and walked out of the club. I had to go home. I was feeling quite sick with myself. Just wanting to watch I thought. Just wanting to hear them kiss and play and maybe make love. For fun. And what I got was not fun. It was not making love. It was not even in play. It was cold and hurting and not called for.

I intruded where I should not have been. I watched what I shouldn't have seen. I didn't do anything when I did see it anyway. To many intrusions for a Friday night.

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On Her Bike

by CKing
© February 1999

She picked me up around 11:00. It was one of our first outings. I liked her a lot. She was 37 and had long brown hair. You'd never think this lady in jeans and t-shirt wore a dress everyday to her job and was Ms. Professional. But you probably wouldn't guess as much as for me. I was a Sunday school teacher lesbian mom....with 3 kids, a dog and two cats...but I looked pretty good with my jeans on now, my long graying blonde hair whistling in the wind. I had lost many pounds and was now about 125 and really enjoying my dating thing since my last girlfriend of many years had called it quits into bouts of hermitude....

Reenee was different. The free spirit that I needed right now. She was here and bold and beautiful and even though we were just friends I think we both wondered what could happen.

I climbed on behind her and we sped away. I had packed the picnic...she had planned the trip.

As we rode down the highways in our silence we heard each other acknowledging our searching...I started to play on her skin with my fingertips...holding yet rubbing into her, exploring her frame, her build.

She tingled some at my touch. Even with the strong wind as we went 40 mph around the turns she felt my hand on her skin.

We were headed further and further out into the country. I couldn't help but squeeze her as we passed cows.. I couldn't help but laugh into her as we saw meadows and fields stretched before us with glistening light.

I started to venture up and into her top with my hand. Searching for her breasts...seeking her nipples. She gripped her arm into mine and caught me still within this grasp. She turned to me and over the wind said, “I can't drive if you do that. We will surely wreck”. She was smiling and yet had such a serious tone in her voice.

I still couldn't help myself. With her words in my ear I still searched up into her top. I felt her press back into me with her back..with her butt as I straddled behind her..my hand rubbing up from her center and into her breasts...

With this beauty around us, this beauty in my lap, I could not keep myself from touching her. I found her nipple and I rolled it between my fingers...I heard the engine slow.

We cruised several more miles...more slowly...my fingers manipulating her nipples..her body pressed into mine...she was not able to concentrate on the road and I was smiling.

She pulled off the road suddenly and onto a dirt trail that seemed to line a pasture. She stopped.

Turning to me pulling off her helmet, she unhooked mine and pulled it from my head. Cupping my face in her hands without speaking she kissed me long and deep. I kissed her back....

My hands were all about her and I was pulling her into me. She kept kissing me.

She whipped her leg around and dismounted from the bike and in the same motion placed down the kick stand and pulled me off.

We stood next to the bike.. the pastures around us...trees and clouds and no one else...and she kissed me again.

“Are you still feeling so bold, Ms. Kay, now that I've stopped,” she asked with a sly smile. “I’m not stopping”, I moaned as I let my hands rub her up and down her torso and shoulders. And we kept kissing.

She unbuttoned my top as I pulled at her pants and in a frenzy we fly at each other. Caressing and groping, unbuttoning and pulling...we careened into nakedness and touch.

In moments her coat was on the ground and I was atop it...reeling her into me...touching every inch I could get my fingers on...and she was on me...

We took a breath...and each smiled to the other then dove further in. I felt her breasts to my mouth, her nipples against my teeth...the hardness, the wetness that was now so evident on my leg as she pressed into me...my own wetness out of control...wanting her to take me.

We made love there in that meadow atop her coat and our scattering of clothes..I felt her reach into me and touch me so that I came and came..I felt her as well and she melted around my touch and came into me....my cunt pressed to hers and it was so good.

We finished and kissed..slowly dressing ourselves our shyness took back over and we modestly kissed..yet acknowledged the what we had felt. Mounting back on the bike I hugged into her. She turned and kissed me deeply and we didn't even have to speak..It was all there.

She took me on to “her place” and we ate and drank and laughed. Then we made love again...and this time it was slower, with more gentleness and care.... What a wonderful picnic..what a wonderful day...

Riding back with her now in front of me..I still touched at her. Played at her and rubbed my fingers into her. It was ok. She pressed back into me and I felt her body into mine.

She got me on her bike and I so enjoyed it. I had her on her bike and I so enjoyed it.
What a nice ride we have had....on her bike.

~~~~~~


Not Just For Lunch

by CKing
© October 1997
Revised June 1999

It was suppose to be a "thank-you" get together. One that was owed, promised earlier in the year. As I sat there in the restaurant looking across the table at these two jabbering women, my mind was not where it should have been.
One was her supervisor and the other was just an associate team leader from down the hall. Neither one had a clue that the two women sitting across from them were lovers. It almost made Jo and I silly that they didn't know. I was invited along because I was a volunteer that had worked with the group for years. We both were giggly, as we would sneak winks at each other out of the corner of our eyes. Careful though, it wasn't anything Jo wanted her supervisor to be clued in on. It's not that people at the shop didn't know. It just was one of those things where broadcasting it wasn't appropriate and we didn't really think these two would get it anyway.

Jo was so cute. Looking so sincere at listening. Nodding yes and saying "oh my" at just the right times as the blonde babbled on and on. I think she was talking about her daughter bringing a boy home. I don't know really because all I could think about was Jo's leg brushing lightly against mine under the table. I wanted that leg right now. I wanted to run my hand up and down firmly. I wanted to reach between her legs.

I started to as I fluffed my napkin and adjusted it in my lap. My hand was cold from holding my tea and I felt Jo tingle all the way up. Her elbow caught me in my side and she reached down under the table and squeezed my hand to remove it from her thigh. I held it for just a minute. We looked at each other and gave an acknowledging smile. The blonde supervisor kept right on babbling totally oblivious and it pleased us. We were in our own little world. Separate from them yet sitting right there with them. A fly on the wall would describe it as such a "cutesy social lunch" with no one the wiser.

I was starting to stand it less and less the more I thought about Jo's leg. Kissing her neck. Making her come. The thoughts flooding into my brain as these two ladies kept right on with their non-stop talking and endless conversation. Our table was on a platform four steps above the rest of the restaurant's other sections. As I looked about I caught another looker amazed and very aware of our little ta-do. She was gesturing our way to her lunch partner and wanted her cohort to affirm her eyes that yes, those two women up there are playing footsie and holding hands under that table up there. And "can you believe it" I could imagine them saying to each other. Jo wouldn't have been pleased if she knew someone were watching her but I on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying it. It made me rub Jo's leg more intensely. Encircling her fingers, dancing my fingers on her palm. Our fingers touching each others in little love taps under the table.

I then even looked right at the girl. I smiled at her as my hand played on Jo's leg. She looked away so quickly I thought I'd speak out and blow the conversation at my table right to pieces. I couldn't help smiling even more. The looker stopped looking.

By now I was close to miserable. Under the table I pulled Jo's hand towards my crotch. I wanted her to feel my wetness through my panties under my dress. I wanted her to touch me now. She fought my hand under the table. Keeping her hand down my leg not letting my hand bring hers up towards my aching cunt.

She waited until a bread in the blonde's conversation and then Jo excused herself to the restroom. I stood and let her out of the booth and joined into the conversation for a weak moment. Just as I saw Jo enter the bathroom out of the corner of my eye I stood and excused myself to the rest room as well. Knowing Jo wouldn't have wanted me right behind her, I waited a bit and then that moment passed. As I crossed the restaurant I caught the looker's eye. I smiled and winked. I don't believe she'd venture to the rest room any time before we came out!

I went into the rest room and was several stalls down from Jo. I peed quickly and flushed. She didn't know it was me. I heard her wash and then start to dry her hands. I came out of the stall quickly behind her to push my arm past hers as she grabbed to open the door. Holding it shut, my body pressed against her. She turned into me and I pressed my mouth on hers. We searched each others tongues out and inhaled each others breath. "I want you now," I said, between hot passionate kisses. "Me too," she cooed as she grabbed my ass and pulled me more tightly into her. I lifted her dress and cupped my hands under her panties. Feeling her soft buttocks and pulling her even closer to me. She kissed down my neck. "We've got to get out of her," she struggled to say. I pushed her back and smiled at her as we straightened our dresses. "I'll think of something," I assured her as we headed back towards our table. Trying not to laugh out loud at our want and need to be close. It was hard not to grab her hand, brush her body as she walked so close in front of me. The looker and her party were gone.

We tried to join back into the blondes mode of conversation. It was hard. Thankfully many of the other tables were clearing out and the restaurant was getting empty. The waitress came around and grabbed the sugar bowl and ketchup bottle off the table. "Getting ready for the dinner crowd?" I asked her, looking up, somewhat disrupting the conversation in progress. "Yes, it will start soon enough," she sighed and continued to the next table. My perfect break. I looked at my watch, "Oh," I said, "I didn't realize how late it was getting, this has been so much fun." The blonde looked at her watch and said urgently, "Oh my, there's so much I promised myself I'd do before dinner. Where's the time gone?" The other piped in, "we could stay for many more hours talking just like this. We should do it more often." We all agreed and pulled our checks from the table.

After paying the cashier, we hugged each other politely at the door and each exclaimed to the other how much we had enjoyed our special lunch.

I rolled my eyes as I looked at Jo. "I'll follow you," I said quietly to her as the other women got out of ear shot.
"You better drive fast," she said back to me. We started on our way. I looked at her beautiful eyes as she smiled and glanced at me in the mirror. What a wasted afternoon with those babbling geese I thought. My mind was wandering to what I'd be doing in just a few more minutes. I was picturing us naked, our bodies together. I could smell her hair as I breathed in heavily. "Move out of the way cars," I said to myself, "I want to be somewhere now." I could feel myself warming. Getting wetter with anticipation. She smiled again at me in her mirror. I couldn't help but beam trying to think of what she was thinking too. We were closer now. I could almost see the house. My hands were sweating even though we had been lovers for almost two years and done this countless times. I still felt like a schoolgirl sneaking an opportunity while my parents were off at work. But they wouldn't be coming home to catch me now!

I couldn't get out of the car fast enough. Just inside the door she grabbed me. Kissing me, she said, "I can't believe how boring that was, I wanted you so badly." "I know," I sighed. "Your hand on my leg drove me wild," she said back between kisses as we tore at each others dresses, moving closer to the bedroom. "We got through it and we had to go, you know," I reminded her. "I know, but can you believe those flippy conversations?" she stuttered. "What conversations? I couldn't hear a thing other than your breathing and the pounding in my chest, oh shut up and just kiss me," I demanded as I took her hard right nipple into my mouth. She took air gulping into her loudly. My tongue playing on her breasts.

In a frenzy we rubbed each other. Kissing. Our arms bumping each others arms as we couldn't move our hands along each of our bodies fast enough. My hand against her thigh, I rolled my finger into her hot cunt lips to find them dripping and overflowing. As I pushed my finger into her, Jo's back arched and we quieted immediately savoring our success to now be one with each other. I kissed her softly, slowly matching the very slow rhythm of my finger going in and out. Slowly. Kissing her gently and deliberately with each stroke of my finger. Her body rising and pushing into my hand with each slow movement of my finger. I pressed my own cunt harder into her leg as I worked my finger in and out. She felt my wetness growing with my touch into her and she moaned pulling her leg up into me. I added another finger into her precious box. Slowly, feeling the insides of her body melt around my touch. Her body's response drawing me in. She moaned and cried out with pleasure. She gripped tightly at my shoulders. Oh, what rushing from my head to my toes I was feeling just feeling her. Her oozing cunt. Having her so close to climaxing. I wanted to be in her, on her. I moved my body around pressing my fiery wetness into her pussy as I still worked my fingers in and out. Closer and closer I brought her to her peak. Jo's moans were getting surer and more lost in her depth of pleasure. My own come dripping into her, mixing with hers as she cried out. I pushed in and pressed my fingers against her familiar g spot. Holding it there with firm pressure I felt her whole body give way. Trembling in peak, hot juices throbbing and filling around my hand. Immediately my body tightened and then rushed. Just feeling her orgasm pulled mine right out of me and together we came again and again.

We pulled ourselves up into a strong embrace. Our bodies locked together, our cunts pressed tightly into each other. Kissing and caressing. Licking at each other. Our lips tasting the sweat from each others neck, more and more we rubbed together. Our hot cunts now seasoned and fiery, pressing together, we rocked and pitched. Again and again we climaxed. Rolling onto me, Jo feverishly drove her body into me. Milking out more orgasms and rubbing herself into my own oblivion as she flooded me with her whole body's pleasure. Each time feeling my limpness as the orgasms rushed through me, my body no longer in my control. Tingly and stinging almost as every nerve was electrified. As I held her body it rushed and I felt her knees give way. I was so aware of her tremble. I was so aware of our mutual connection. Total satisfaction in those hot, wet moments.

We then collapsed in each others arms. Content. Kissing each other softly. Smiling as we each acknowledged our love, our fulfilled desires. How intense and wonderful these feelings were. We drifted into a nap that would wake us to more hot and wet forever ecstasy. For us, it was not just for lunch.