voyeurs
12:00 a.m.<>2003-05-12

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"what about them?" i asked, gesturing slightly with my wine glass.

jodie glanced in the direction i had motioned, to where a well dressed couple was sat talking at the bar. they were in their mid-30's, slim, with patrician features. they could have been mistaken for siblings - he with sandy hair and alert eyes, the lean musculature of a runner; she, with her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek pony tail, burgundy lipstick giving just the right amount of fullness to her otherwise thin lips. she had a lovely neck, i thought, everything about them was modulated and precise: the way she cocked her head while laughing at something he said, the way he discreetly raised two fingers to signal the bartender.

"i don't know," jodie replied, after giving them a searching look. "they're pretty enough, and she's got a great smile, but something about them leaves me cold..." she sipped her wine, thought about it for a moment."it's like they're a lexus commercial come to life," she finished. "that look doesn't do much for me."

"fair enough," i smiled. "then you go."

i had just been getting ready to leave work when jodie called and suggested we meet for dinner at an italian bistro a few blocks from our apartment. it was a place we rarely went to, since it was kind of pricey, and i asked her what the occasion was.

"oh, no special reason," she said, trying to sound casual. there was a tightness in her voice, though, a tension that i found immediately arousing "i'm just in the mood to take you out to a nice restaurant, get you a little tipsy, then take you home and fuck your brains out."

she chuckled at my shock, evident even through the phone wires. "see you at seven," she said before hanging up.

now we were finishing off our calamari appetizer and scanning the restaurant for men and women to feed our fantasies. it was a game we liked to play when we were out in public and feeling horny. we would look around for a likely candidate, someone we found attractive, and we would tell each other what we would like to do with that person. the purpose of the game was simple: to make the other person - and yourself - as excited as possible without ravishing each other in full public view.

there was a tantalizing element of perversion about the game that appealed to both of us, the way we would spot people, talk about them, imagine them naked, imagine them moaning in pleasure, imagine them writhing beneath us, all without their knowledge. it was deliciously exciting to consider that within every person we saw, whether fat or skinny, young or old, tall or short, lay another, wholly sexual, person that was almost always kept hidden. the man that you pass on the sidewalk might be walking his dog or buying the paper, but in the privacy of his thoughts he is a being of pure carnality, a man with enough desire to burn down houses if he allowed it were to escape. the woman watching her children play in the park is completely nude beneath her layers of clothing, she is someone whose whole body tingles when she comes, someone whose hands rise to her breasts in the dark of night when her kids and her husband are sound asleep. when you are aroused, when your partner is aroused, when both of you are looking out at the world with these eyes, it's as if everything is charged with sex, everything is sex, everything, down to the last molecule of air.

"okay, what about them?"

my eyes slid surreptitiously to where jodie had indicated. the couple looked european, or at least looked as if they were trying to look european. he was a big guy, thick-necked, broad-shouldered, square-jawed, squeezed into an ostentatiously expensive suit with an open-collared white shirt. when he raised his glass to take a drink, a pinky ring shone on one beefy finger. even that finger looked like it had been lifting weights. his dinner companion wore her hair long and curly. her skin was a lustrous olive, her eyes were large and very brown. even the modest black cardigan she wore couldn't hide the fullness of her breasts, the ample curves that rounded out her frame. i pictured her stepping out of her green dress, her hips flaring out into generous roundness, warm and soft…

"she's beautiful," i said, slowly returning my attention to my smiling partner. "but i don't know about the guy. i instinctively distrust any man that wears a pinky ring. he looks like a thug."

mischief flickered on her face. "i know. that's why i picked him out."

"and what would you do with him?" i could feel myself growing hard under the table.

"oh, no," jodie murmured, keeping her eyes on the thug, "it's what he would do to me."

"and what's that?"

she leaned forward, her grey blazer parting slightly. "he would walk over to this table and take me by the hand. he would lead me into the bathroom, right here in the restaurant. he'd lock the door and push me against the stall, pinning my arms. he'd tear my panties off, just rip them in half. then he would -"

"can i take your order?"

jodie and i gave a little start, not having noticed the waiter approach. we flushed and gave each other little guilty smiles as we looked at our menus. i could barely keep my voice even as i ordered. i have no recollection at all of what either of us ate that night. as soon as the waiter retreated jodie picked up where she left off, her voice low and intense.

"then he would unzip his pants and take himself out. he would be huge. look at his wrist, see how large it is?" i looked and saw. "that's the size of his dick. he would grab me by the nape of my neck and he would nail me good and hard with his big dick, over and over, until we both came. and when i came back to the table, you would be able to smell him on me, his cheap cologne and his sweat."

"god," i breathed. "that's hot."

"whew. yeah it is, isn't it? okay, your turn."

i took a deep breath, fighting to shrug off images of jodie with her skirt up around her waist, being taken savagely by some goon she had never seen before. looking around the increasingly crowded dining room, i spied a brunette in in her twenties sitting at a table with some friends. her hair was long and curly, like that of the thug's date, but the resemblance ended there. she was pale, for one thing, and the colorful cotton skirt and white tank top she wore lent her a vaguely hippie-ish air. i pointed her out to jodie.

"she's cute," jodie said. "what would you do with her?"

i studied the woman, the mole pattern on one exposed shoulder, the way her top rode up to reveal a creamy flash of midriff. "i'd sit her down on the edge of our bed," i began, turning the fantasy over in my mind. "i would touch her for a long time over her clothes, until her eyes closed and she began to sigh a bit. then i would undress for her, slowly, taking my time with each button."

"i like it, said jodie, smiling. "what then?"

"then i would sink down my knees, naked. i would take her foot in my hand and start kissing my way up the inside of her legs. my head would disappear under her skirt as i worked my way from her ankles to her calves, to her knees, to her thighs…she would moan when i reached the edge of her underwear. my hands would caress the outsides of her thighs, the backs of her knees. when i pulled the leg of her panties aside to kiss her there, she would sigh and lay back on the bed."

"you're making me wet," jodie said softly.

"i would draw her panties down her white legs and start licking her," i continued. "i would lick her until she became wetter and wetter, until her hips started moving up and down like yours do when i'm licking you that way. her hands would cup the back of my head through her skirt an press my face down further"

i was painfully erect now, and sipping frequently from my water glass. "after i had licked her like that for a while, i would slide up her body and kiss her, so that she could smell and taste herself on my lips."

dimly, i heard jodie's hiss of breath. with my heart beating faster and faster, i went on. "i would help her take her clothes off and spread her out on the bed, totally naked. i would kiss her belly button on up to the undersides of her breasts. i would feel her nipples get hard under my tongue. when we could take it no longer, i'd feel her smooth legs wrap around me, pulling me into her. she would feel so wet, so ready as i plunged inside her."

"that's it," jodie said abruptly. she pushed a stray strand of brown hair away from her forehead. "if we don't get out of here soon, i'm going to fling you right down on this table and start screwing you right here."

"my thoughts exactly," i gulped. "although i'm not sure i'm in any condition to stand up right now."

her tongue flicked out briefly to moisten her lips. "then this probably isn't going to help any," she said, reaching across the table to lightly touch my face. it was all i could do to keep from groaning out loud. her fingers carried the unmistakeable scent of her sex. "were you - you weren't - " i stuttered.

"thank god for long tablecloths, is all i have to say," she muttered with a wink. "now let's go." we paid our bill, left an extravagant tip, and hurried home.

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of course we could have just gone straight home after work and gotten it

on. but that wouldn't have been half as much fun. we don't play that game too often, but it is enjoyable to play the voyeurs once in a while, just to add a little spice. and who knows? the next person we find to bring into our fantasies could be you.

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