Read Me Tonight Season 2 – Story 1, Chapter 2
Amy (38), from Sydney, enjoyed married life and was satisfied with her job until two Tasmanian girls entered her life and turned it upside down. She witnessed them hooking up outside her apartment building and it ignited strong voyeuristic desires until she crossed paths with the girls, leading her down a precarious path of potential fun as well as blackmail. Find out how Amy got herself in a mess and how she got out of it, in this 4-chapter story.
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Almost every night since seeing the girls in the laneway, Amy found excuses to linger in the kitchen past 11 PM. On some occasions, she intentionally delayed doing the dishes after dinner, while at other times, she wanted late night drinks or snacks. She took care not to arouse her husband’s suspicion as he watched TV. Yet, each time she stood by the kitchen window, her gaze inevitably turned toward the overgrown pathway where the girls had discreetly disappeared, yearning for a glimpse of their return.
Amy’s thoughts became increasingly consumed by the vivid images of what she had witnessed. The memory provided material for her morning showers, where she often found solace and pleasure. At work, she was daydreaming more frequently at her desk, crafting elaborate scenarios in her mind about what the girls did and what else they could have done. Only in the evenings, when she was with her children, did she manage to briefly escape these strong distractions.
Amy had taken to marking the days on her work calendar since the girls’ initial encounter in the laneway. It had now been 13 days since that fateful night, but Amy held onto hope that she might catch another glimpse of them. An unexpected infatuation had developed within her, driven by the girls’ secretive nature. This newfound fascination caught Amy off guard, as she believed her own experimental encounters from her younger days were firmly behind her. Witnessing the intimate moments between those two girls had reignited those feelings.
On the second Friday following her own night out, it was her husband’s turn to have a boys’ night. After dinner, he bid farewell to the kids and Amy before heading out to meet his friends. He mentioned that he’d likely return home after midnight and suggested that Amy not wait up for him.
Amy eagerly anticipated an evening to herself, relishing the chance to have complete control of the TV after tucking her sons into bed. Dinner had been a simple affair with pizza, resulting in minimal dishes. To enhance her evening, she had also chilled a bottle of red wine, which she affectionately referred to as her “cheeky nightcap.”
By 9:30 PM, the boys were peacefully asleep, and Amy had chosen a romantic movie to watch. She waited an extra 30 minutes, just to be sure they wouldn’t wake up again. When it became clear that they were sound asleep, she dimmed the lights, pressed play on the movie, and made her way to the kitchen to get the wine.
After fetching a glass from the cupboard, she happened to notice two faint lights coming from the bushy pathway outside her kitchen window. Amy’s heart raced with excitement as she quickly went to get a better view. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was – the girls were back! She froze in anticipation.
The two lights emanated from the girls’ phones. They stood side by side, each engrossed in their own separate things, not interacting much. While Amy was thrilled to see them again, a sudden wave of panic washed over her. She worried that perhaps she had already missed witnessing them hook up while she was busy putting her kids to bed earlier.
Nonetheless, Amy watched them intently, eager to see what would unfold. She noticed that the girls were dressed more casually this time, but they still looked like they had just returned from a night out. They were both wearing sneakers, different-colored jeans, and matching t-shirts, which led Amy to believe that they might have had dinner together or watched a movie. The girl who had been more active with the mouth last time was now wearing black jeans, while her friend, who had previously worn the skirt, sported classic blue jeans.
For a few minutes, the girls kept to their phones, occasionally sharing their screens and exchanging smiles.
But then, in perfect harmony, they both locked their phones and slipped them into their pockets. Their conversation continued, leaving Amy on edge, wondering if she had missed the opportunity. “Come on, girls,” Amy silently urged them.
Fortunately, Amy’s wish was about to come true.
The girl in the black jeans took a sudden step closer to her friend, their hands tightly wrapped around each other’s waists as they locked in a passionate kiss. In no time, things between them grew increasingly heated. Amy noticed their hands exploring each other’s backs and running along the full length of their bodies. Their movements became more intimate, with their bodies swaying as they pressed up against each other.
Amy’s eyes were instantly captivated by the girls’ intimacy. It amazed her how quickly they transitioned from looking like friends to becoming passionate lovers, just as they had on that previous night.
The girl in the black jeans kissed her friend’s cheeks before nibbling on her neck and behind her ears without concern for any hair that might be in the way. Amy imagined the scent of their perfume or shampoo, which would likely only enhance the mood.
The girl boldly placed a hand on the front of her friend’s blue jeans, gripping her crotch and sensually caressing her. Her friend immediately closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, her body responding with pleasure. It also caused her to lower herself slightly to maintain her balance, as her legs and knees threatened to turn to jelly from the overwhelming feelings.
Amy’s own temperature began to rise, a flush of heat spreading across her body as she leaned over the kitchen sink, captivated by the passionate display of the two girls. She occasionally looked around, making sure she was still alone. The movie played in the background, for no one.
The girl in the black jeans appeared to be the experienced one, confidently taking the lead. Her friend, on the other hand, willingly surrendered to every heavenly moment, embracing what unfolded. This included the unbuttoning and unzipping of her jeans, granting her friend more access.
One hand slipped inside as the girl in the blue jeans leaned further forward, burying her face in her friend’s neck. The intensity of the other girl’s hand movements increased, reminding Amy of someone vigorously attempting to remove a stain from a dress.
The girl in the black jeans continued with that hand for several minutes, maintaining the same pace and using her other hand to gently press her friend’s head into her embrace, preventing any audible moans. Amy couldn’t tell whether the girl in the blue jeans was kissing the neck during this time or simply breathing and moaning into it. Nevertheless, the sight of their affection for each other was undeniably beautiful.
The hand only paused briefly, during which the girl in the black jeans licked her fingers before resuming her work inside her friend’s jeans. The first time she did it, Amy assumed it was for lubrication, a practice Amy herself was familiar with. However, as the girl repeated this action three more times, Amy began to wonder if she enjoyed the taste and scent, using it to further stoke their desires.
Which indeed appeared to be the case. After the third pause, Amy noticed that the girl did not reinsert her hand inside her friend’s jeans. Instead, she took a step back and gracefully got down to her knees.
As she lowered the opened jeans, her friend followed suit by pushing down the panties, both garments sliding down together.
They wasted no time; the kneeling girl leaned forward to passionately French kiss the wet lips in front of her, while the standing girl leaned back against the building, her hands gently guiding the head for added encouragement.
Amy observed the kneeling girl, her hands firmly grasping her friend’s hips, seemingly intent on pressing her own face deeper into the crotch. The girl’s head moved rhythmically up and down, occasionally prompting her friend to muffle any sounds by covering the mouth.
Amy also noticed variations in the head movements. Sometimes, the girl would change from using her tongue and instead pressed her entire mouth into her friend’s lower lips, moving in a left-to-right shaking motion, and always keeping the contact. It was an act of pure, unadulterated passion for the pussy.
When the kneeling girl stopped eating, Amy lost track of how much time had passed. The girl remained on her knees, and the two appeared to be having a conversation.
The standing girl kept a hand on the other girl’s head, gently parting her hair to the side as she looked down. The kneeling girl had her hands around her own knees for balance, and just like last time, didn’t bother to wipe any stickiness from her face. They both appeared content.
Suddenly, the standing girl turned around. Amy noticed her great ass, but she was left wondering, “What is she doing…?”
The kneeling girl gently ran her fingers across both ass cheeks, using her nails to scratch the surface of the booty.
The standing girl planted her hands on the building and awaited what was to come next.
Amy froze as she watched one of the fingers trace the path between the cheeks. When it reached the center, the girl paused before leaning her head forward. Amy whispered in disbelief, “Is she really going to…? “Oh my God.”
The kneeling girl boldly parted her friend’s ass cheeks and slid herself in between. The softness of her face met the firmness of the ass as Amy observed the girl’s long, deliberate strokes of the tongue up and down the entire cleft. Once she began, she showed no signs of stopping for several minutes. And even then, she only ceased licking the crack to concentrate on the star in the center.
Amy’s own panties quickly became wet, and goosebumps graced her arms, legs, and back. She had always been a fan of ass play and loved the times her husband would indulge her. Watching the girls do that, particularly after a night out, sent surges of lust coursing through her mind and body. Concentrating became increasingly difficult as Amy yearned to pleasure herself, yet she also couldn’t bear to miss any more of the show.
The kneeling girl’s hands continued to caress her friend’s booty, all the while her mouth never straying from its place nestled between the ass cheeks.
The standing girl began to tilt her head in pleasure, gently conveying her approval. With one hand bracing against the wall, her other hand pressed the kneeling girl’s head firmly into the crack, urging the eager tongue to twirl around the sensitive center.
Moments later, the kneeling girl briefly stopped eating the exquisite ass, taking a moment to lick her own fingers before resuming her place within the inviting cheeks. The hand she had just made wet ventured between her friend’s legs. Amy could only surmise that she once again inserted a finger, as the standing girl’s body momentarily froze before succumbing to a rhythm of swaying and spasms in response to the powerful double pleasure.
And sure enough, Amy observed the kneeling girl’s hand moving up and down beside her face, skillfully multitasking to aid and intensify the impending climax.
It appeared to overwhelm the standing girl, who was now biting into her arm, attempting to stifle any screams of pleasure. Her ass swayed, but the kneeling girl’s face dutifully followed every movement, and the hands continued their unrelenting rhythm of finger thrusting.
For about a minute, the standing girl arched her back fully, looking up in the sky. The hand gripping her friend’s hair gathered it into a ponytail, and she visibly experienced something powerful.
When she let go of the kneeling girl’s head, she slumped forward and clung to the building with both hands. Her knees weakened as she attempted to regain her composure.
The other girl stopped enjoying the booty and leaned back, still in a kneeling position. This time, Amy observed her wiping her mouth and adjusting her hair. She looked up at her friend with excitement.
The standing girl eventually turned around, with such a big smile that it made Amy giggle out loud in the kitchen. The other girl assisted in adjusting their panties and jeans before she stood up and they hugged each other.
For another couple of intimate minutes, they kissed while the girl in the blue jeans zipped and buttoned up her pants to look presentable.
When they stopped, they checked their phones again, much like the last time. However, unlike their previous fast finish, this time they lingered for another nearly 10 minutes. They were active on the phones, occasionally talking with each other, and sharing smiles. Their intimate moment had concluded, and Amy watched as they transitioned back to being friends.
As soon as they were out of sight, Amy rushed to the bathroom to indulge in some self-pleasure. She had witnessed enough to stimulate herself more than once, relieving all the sexual tension and anticipation that had built up inside her.
The final, more subdued release happened in the shower, allowing her to gradually cool down and regain her sober thoughts.
When Amy returned to the living room, she noticed that the movie was already nearing its end. “Oh well,” she thought to herself, “it’s time for some sitcoms.”
All Amy could remember after her shower that night was waking up around 1 AM to find her husband making noise in the kitchen, eating leftover pizza. They greeted each other and then went to bed.
After seeing the girls twice and experiencing intense orgasms from what she saw, it took Amy a couple of days before she thought of the girls again. She felt like she needed to recharge her libido, as the sexual tension had temporarily consumed her.
Thankfully, her newfound relaxation allowed her to regain her focus at work and return to a calmer version of herself.
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