Read Me Tonight Season 2 – Story 1, Chapter 1
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 feelings 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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Amy was a 38-year-old Australian recruitment coordinator from Sydney. She led a busy life, juggling a demanding full-time job at a prominent global company with her responsibilities at home, where she cared for her two young children and doting husband. Little did she know that her life was about to take an unexpected turn. One fateful late night, Amy unwittingly became a voyeur, peering through her 2nd floor kitchen window and observing two girls sneaking into the leafy laneway nestled between the apartment buildings where she lived.
The block was teeming with other apartments, each accessible from both the main road and the rear laneway entrances. Nestled in a family-oriented inner-city suburb, it was conveniently close to Sydney’s CBD and several renowned beaches. Amy’s apartment held a unique position in the building, occupying the corner, with a balcony that overlooked the quiet back laneway and her living room and kitchen windows looked to the neighboring building.
From her kitchen window, Amy had a clear view of a narrow lane that ran alongside the neighboring building. This lane served as a connection between the garbage disposal area and a small courtyard exclusively accessible to ground floor apartments. Dense bushes surrounded the pathway, making it inconspicuous to residents of Amy’s building. The 1st floor apartments were too low to provide any visibility, and only those on the higher floors could catch a glimpse if they leaned out of their windows and looked straight down. Amy often found herself noticing it while doing her dishes or cooking, as it was directly in her line of sight. At night, soft porch lights illuminated the pathway, yet Amy rarely saw anyone there. It appeared to be a secluded area, presumably only used by gardeners.
Amy’s daily routine revolved around her job and taking care of her kids in the evenings. Occasionally, she brought work home, but there were also plenty of moments when she could enjoy quality family time. However, once a month, Amy eagerly anticipated her girls’ night out, a well-deserved and much-needed break from her life filled with two sons, a husband, and a predominantly male team of colleagues at work. Any opportunity to reconnect with her female friends was a cherished one.
Her voyeur moment happened after one of the girls’ nights out. When she saw something, she could never unsee.
Amy returned home that particular Friday night around 11:30 PM. Her husband had taken care of the kids, and they were fast asleep. He, too, had dozed off on the living room couch, the TV still flickering in the background. Neglected on the kitchen counter were the dirty dishes, left in a messy pile.
She didn’t mind tidying up the kitchen; it wouldn’t take much time, and it wasn’t enough to dampen her mood. Instead of waking her husband from his slumber, she silently went to work in the darkened kitchen. The glow of the TV provided sufficient lighting as she handled the dishes.
Not even a minute into running the water and preparing her sponge, she noticed two girls sneaking through the lane outside. They held each other’s hands and looked around cautiously to avoid being seen. Amy didn’t recognize them, but she noticed that they appeared attractive and dressed up, like they had just returned from a night out. They looked a lot younger than Amy, yet clearly old enough to be out late after drinking and partying.
Most likely in their early twenties and judging by their cautious behavior, probably still living with their parents. Amy momentarily paused, her curiosity piqued as she observed them from behind the sink. What could they be up to? She wondered.
A small patch of bush was missing along the lane’s pathway, presumably for the building’s air conditioning vent. Amy’s eyes widened in disbelief as she witnessed one of the girls push her friend up against it and passionately kiss her. It was clear they couldn’t wait any longer, and the small patch of missing bush provided just enough cover to shield them from view if anyone happened to pass by. Unbeknownst to the girls, Amy had a front-row seat to the unexpected encounter from the kitchen.
Both girls appeared to be of similar height. The one pressed against the vent was dressed in a revealing short black skirt and a top that barely covered her shoulders and breasts, leaving her belly button exposed – a small detail that Amy would later see her friend taking full advantage of.
The other girl sported a summery dress that reached just around her knees, leaving her shoulders and neckline exposed. In the dim lighting of the night, Amy couldn’t discern the exact color of the dress, but it had class and looked cute on her. Both girls appeared to have blonde or some other lighter hair, which was evident even in the low light.
The girls swiftly wrapped their arms around each other, drawing in for an impassioned kiss that was concealed from everyone except themselves and now also Amy. Their bodies pressed tightly together, and the girl in the skirt reached around with a free hand to pull her friend closer by the booty.
Their heads swayed back and forth, indicating that their tongues were looking for each other, causing their lips to adapt. Eventually, both girls let go of their embrace and firmly grabbed each other from behind. This drew the girl in the dress even closer to her friend, leading her to break free from their kiss and focus on her friend’s neck.
Just as they began, the other girl tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and savored the moment.
Amy stood frozen at the kitchen sink. She felt compelled to check on her husband, ensuring he was still asleep, before returning her attention to the girls, as though she might be the one at risk of being caught.
She had never imagined herself in this situation. Typically, Amy never entertained thoughts about other women. She had dabbled in a few experimental nights with a friend during her younger years, but she had never felt tempted to explore further. She was happy in her marriage and took joy in caring for her sons.
However, as she continued to watch the girls, Amy felt her panties becoming increasingly wet. Strangely, her mind went blank. She was utterly captivated by the scene unfolding outside, caught in the thrilling moment of witnessing something she shouldn’t have. Watching the girls engage with each other had a powerful effect on Amy, and in the days that followed, her mind would replay many of the images from that night, turning her on each time.
Outside, the girl in the dress began to feel up her friend’s breasts while sensually tracing her neck with long strokes of the tongue. Amy could see the wide opening of the mouth, the tongue’s journey from the shoulders to behind the ears, and she observed how the girl in the skirt responded with moans of pleasure. The girl’s knees grew weaker, and her body slightly leaned forward, using her friend for support.
Amy was so fixated on the sight of the girls making out that she lost track of time. In the back of her mind, she hoped that her husband wouldn’t wake up and disrupt her. Despite her initial intention to do the dishes, she couldn’t resist the urge to keep watching, eager to see just how far the girls would go.
When the girls resumed kissing, they also lifted the skirt, revealing glimpses of the panties and one of the legs. Meanwhile, the other girl pressed herself closer, continuing to kiss passionately while a hand slipped beneath the panties, gently caressing her friend’s intimate area. The hips responded with an eager push forward, acknowledging their embrace.
The girls appeared deeply infatuated with each other, their actions revealing a level of experience that left Amy curious. She couldn’t help but wonder how many other late nights these girls had spent together in that very spot before she had the chance to witness their encounter.
The girl who was feeling up her friend gradually kissed down her neckline, venturing towards her cleavage. There, she kissed around the inner curves of her breasts without removing the top. The other girl reciprocated with gentle caresses, showing an eagerness and approval.
Moments later, Amy’s breath caught in her throat, and she felt the sponge in her hand slip and fall into the sink. The girls were going all the way, and it sent shivers down Amy’s spine. Her own panties became so damp that she felt them clinging to her lips, growing wetter and stickier just from watching the scene unfold.
Being guided by her friend, the girl in the dress crouched down directly in front of the panties. She used her hands to steady herself on either side of her friend’s body, and without hesitation, she leaned her face forward.
The girl in the skirt held onto her friend and stood firmly on the ground, slightly spreading her legs for easier access. This time, she didn’t look up in pleasure but instead kept her eyes fixed on her friend. She gently caressed her friend’s head and occasionally helped by brushing the hair away from the face to ensure it wouldn’t obstruct her eating.
Then, in one fluid motion, the girl with the dress used her hand to gently pull aside her friend’s panties. She proceeded to make slow, deliberate strokes with her tongue, lapping up her friend’s wet lips from the bottom up. Between each lick, she looked up at her friend, locking eyes for a few seconds.
Although Amy was merely a distant observer, she could sense and imagine the intimacy between the two girls, igniting a passionate desire that set her own panties on fire.
Amy discreetly checked on her husband once more, silently praying that he was still asleep, “Please do not wake up, please do not wake up, please – not now!”
The short breaks between the long licks ended. The girl in the dress now had her face buried in her friend’s crotch, passionately indulging with an intensity that made it clear she was just as immersed in the act as her moaning friend.
With her entire mouth, the girl was determined to extract every ounce of pleasure from her friend’s sweet, sticky center. The girl standing gently swayed the crouching girl’s head from side to side, revealing to Amy just how closely the mouth was connected to her friend’s lower lips. The girl’s nose pressed against her friend, maintaining unbroken contact as she delivered a relentless tongue lashing that seemed to last for more than five minutes.
The girl in the skirt attempted to push her friend’s head away from her crotch, but her friend persistently pushed back, ignoring the attempt and continuing the passionate eating.
The unexpected move that followed even surprised the girl in the dress. She instinctively covered her own mouth to stifle any potential loud noises as her body jolted. The crouching girl ventured below where the mouth was actively licking and used a hand.
Given the continued use of the tongue, Amy could only assume that the girl had inserted a finger inside her friend for added pleasure. The movements of the girl’s hand certainly seemed to suggest so.
Amy could tell that the girl in the skirt was building towards climax. Her hands tightly gripped her own face, and her hips rocked forward while the crouching girl kept going at it. The girl’s body began to shake, and after a long and powerful 60 seconds, she placed her hands back on the crouching girl’s head.
The hand appeared to have stopped, but the girl in the dress continued to lick gently. Then she got pushed away again, and this time, she stood up.
The girl in the skirt appeared a bit frazzled, momentarily staring without much movement. The other girl helped adjust the panties and straightened out the skirt before tying her own hair into a bun.
Amy was surprised to see that the girl with the dress didn’t bother to wipe her mouth. Whatever stickiness she may have had from the encounter, she proudly wore it like a badge of honor.
Moments later, the girls both reached for their clutch bags and retrieved their phones, presumably to check for messages and the time. Amy checked as well and saw that it was a few minutes after midnight.
The girls remained on their phones for a few minutes, exchanged another kiss, and then stealthily slipped back into the laneway. After that, Amy lost sight of them and couldn’t see in which direction they went.
Amy felt like she had snapped back into reality after living in a fantasy world for 30 minutes. She suddenly had the urge to freshen up and hide her wet panties, just in case her husband happened to notice. First, she pushed herself to complete the dishes with a quick rinse, then moved around the apartment towards her bedroom’s en-suite bathroom, making sure not to wake anyone.
She tossed her clothes into the laundry basket, refreshed her face, and brushed her teeth. As she gradually calmed and cooled down, she carefully woke up her husband from the couch, and they both went back to bed for the night.
Fortunately, he didn’t detect anything unusual. He asked about her evening, then promptly drifted back to sleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Amy remained awake for another 30 minutes, a lingering grin on her face, unable to erase the vivid memory of the two girls from her mind.
Each day following that memorable night, when Amy went about her early morning routine in the shower, the memory of witnessing the girls fueled her imagination. The intense desire to see it again was so compelling that she often found herself giving in to a quickie. Using the pulsating water stream and a skillful arrangement of her fingers, Amy could get herself off quickly, sometimes in five minutes or even less.
However, on many subsequent nights, the girls were nowhere to be seen. Amy couldn’t help but worry that she had witnessed a one-time encounter between two strangers who had maybe crossed paths just on that particular night.
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