Office Party Voyeurs

Less than twenty feet apart, four heated human beings were sweating
and thrusting, groins and mouth busily carrying out delicious acts of
pleasure. Mr. Bastion was just moments away from orgasm, and his
attractive wife had one hand squeezing his ass as he thrust his hips
at her, and her other hand was cupping and gently squeezing his primed
testicles. Her mouth was taking every inch of his formidable manhood
with apparent ease, not even needing her hands to help, leaving them
free to engage in those other pursuits.

Finally, a low moan escaped from Mr.Bastion's throat, and his hands
entwined themselves in his wife's long, flowing locks as his hips
thrust forward and back with increasing speed. Still his wife serviced
his needs, holding her ground even with the increased activity from
her husband. Mr.Bastion bucked and moaned, his wife's face still
firmly attached to his throbbing shaft. Now she let go of his
testicles and squeezed both his cheeks firmly, kneading them with
forceful fingers and pulling him tightly to her face, filling her
mouth with him. She rode out his increased bucking and stayed with him
admirably, leaving both Mike and Dorothy in awe of her technique.

Mr. Bastion let out a somewhat stifled scream of pure pleasure and
rocked against his wife's pleasuring lips. His orgasm was powerful and
fulfilling. His cream filled his wife's mouth in short, forceful
spurts, which pulsed against the top of her mouth and all the way to
the back of her throat. He bucked and almost growled in his release,
and Mrs. Bastion kept his rod firmly in her mouth, savoring every last
drop.

When she saw Mr. Bastion reach climax, Dorothy started to feel her own
orgasm coming, as did Mike anticipate his. They started to rut like
animals in heat, down on the floor on their knees watching Mrs.Bastion
doing such a fantastic job of pleasing her husband. Mike was squeezing
Dorothy's breasts hard now, pulling at her nipples and pounding her
forcefully from behind. His thrusting hips took on the same merciless
beat as had Mr.Bastion's moments earlier.

When Mike realized Dorothy's climax was very near, his hand flew to
her mouth to quiet the moans and sighs that were rapidly getting
louder. To stifle his own, he buried his face in her neck and kissed
and licked the flesh. Dorothy was now literally slamming herself up
and down on his pulsating pole and he was very hard pressed to keep up
with her. Finally, Dorothy arched her back and stiffened, and she
would have screamed loudly had Mike's hand not clamped firmly over her
mouth just in time. His other hand managed to release her breast just
in time to partially shut the door...just in case. But when he tried
to also keep the door from making noise, he accidentally closed the
door on his hand, forcing him to stifle his own scream as well.
Everyone except Mrs. Bastion, it seemed, wanted to scream for one
reason or another.

The door almost completely closed, Mike and Dorothy could concentrate
on their own orgasms. Dorothy's was just a heartbeat ahead of Mike's.
In fact, it was the spasming of her vaginal muscles that proved to be
the final sensation that brought about his orgasm. As they both
exploded, screams stifled in one manner or another, their juices mixed
freely and their bodies slapped against each other loudly enough that
it was a good thing the door was closed.

Mike's legs were sore from the awkward position, and their fatigue and
soreness led him to lose his balance and end up sitting on the floor,
his hips still thrusting. He pulled Dorothy back with him, and she
never missed a beat, but kept hopping in his lap. They rode out their
orgasms, her pounding happily on his penis while she faced the door,
and him lying partially on his back with his hips pushing upward to
meet hers. They climaxed together for a long time, both intent on
extending the delicious pleasure of it.

When Mike's orgasm had subsided, he finally let go of Dorothy's mouth
and flopped down onto the floor on his back, smiling stupidly. He
watched as his lady love continued to piston herself up and down on
his drained but still hardened member. He prayed that she was past the
point of screaming, because he just didn't have the strength to sit up
and put his hand around her mouth again.

Dorothy still bounced on his lap, obviously enjoying multiple orgasms,
so Mike bent his knees and held her hips with his hands, sitting up a
bit to grind his groin into her.

Back arched, hair flying and hands grabbing her head, Dorothy's final
orgasm finally passed. Sated at last, she gasped for air and sat still
on Mike, trembling and sweating. She looked back and down at her man
and in the thin shaft of light that stretched across Mike's face from
the room beyond, she saw his wide smile. She gingerly slid herself off
his slowly fading erection and laid herself down on the floor next to
him, kissing that smile gently.

"Mmm...this party turned out to be alot more fun than I thought it
would," she whispered.

Mike only smiled as he kissed her lovingly - her cheeks, her lips,
chin, nose, even her eyes and hair. Then the two of them basked in
each other's warm, comforting embrace for several minutes, tenderly
kissing and nuzzling each other.

They both thought that the party, for them, was probably over. It had
been one helluva fun ride, but, sadly, it was now time to rejoin the
others downstairs...and let the Bastions finish up and do the same.
But, then,unexpectedly, the moans from the other room began anew.

"Oh, yes, honey...YES! Right there! YES...don't stop!"

In the small sliver of light, Mike and Dorothy's eyes met. Evil grins
crossed their shadowed lips. Like naughty young children eavesdropping
on an older sibling's love talk, they forced themselves up off the
floor and scurried over to the door, stifling giggles. Mike reached
out and slowly opened it, and their two eager faces once again peered
in at the Bastions.

Dorothy's eyes were wide and her jaw dropped. Mike's were likewise
incredulous. Unlike Mike and Dorothy, Mr.and Mrs. Bastion had
apparently not taken a break, which put the two younger lovers to
shame.

Mrs. Bastion was up on the bed, her legs spread wide. Mr.Bastion's
head was between those inviting legs. Surprisingly, however, the older
man was stronger than he looked. He was actually holding Mrs.
Bastion's body up off of the bed, with one arm wrapped around her
waist. Her bottom was a good foot and a half off the bed and
Mr.Bastion was holding her like that as if it weren't the slightest
bit taxing for him. Not only that, but the surprising Mr.Bastion must
have been doing some admirable work with his tongue, judging from the
movements of his head between his wife's legs and the lolling-tongue
smile on her face.

Mrs. Bastion was obviously ecstatic at this turn of events. But as
they looked closer, Mike and Dorothy realized there was more. As Mrs.
Bastion's legs flew wildly in the air above her husband's head and
shoulders, her toes curling with joy, the younger couple noticed
something else. While holding his wife aloft with his one arm around
her waist, and his tongue making her almost drool, Mr.Bastion was
apparently not one to let his other hand get lazy. Since his wife's
bottom was exposed above the bed, he decided to put that fact to some
good use.

Mike and Dorothy watched in awe as the man devoured his wife with the
enthusiasm of a hormonal teenager, but what truly impressed them was
that he was also fingering her anally at the same time! From what they
could see, it appeared he had two fingers inserted into her anus and
was eagerly stimulating her bottom as his tongue lapped incessantly
between her legs! It made Mike and Dorothy wonder which spot he'd hit
that made Mrs.Bastion moan and verbalize about so vehemently earlier.

The heat of the scene hit Dorothy first. She turned to Mike and
pounced on him, pushing him to the floor. She turned herself around,
plopped herself immediately and without warning onto his chest. She
only sat on that heaving chest long enough to get her bearings. She
grabbed Mike's semi-erect penis and stroked it. In seconds it was
raring to go. Before it was fully erect, she already had her lips and
tongue all over it. With his raging hardon safely in her mouth,
Dorothy then slid herself back and dropped her dripping patch onto
Mike's unprepared, but willing, mouth. As Mr. Bastion returned the
oral favor for his wife, Mike and Dorothy assumed the classic
sixty-nine. And again, the race was on.

This time, it was Mike who came first, followed by the lifted and
licked Mrs. Bastion, and then the lovely Dorothy. Mrs. Bastion
screamed loudly when she came, screaming her husband's name several
times. Mike's ears were still ringing with the rush of blood following
his own orgasm, so he heard those screams as if they were miles away.
Dorothy, however, heard them clearly, and wondered if anyone
downstairs did also. When Dorothy finally had her orgasm, she used
Mike's emptied cock to stifle her own screams, filling her mouth with
it, squeezing his shaft with her hands to get every last drop from it
as its thickness helped stifle her screams. Her own orgasm washed over
Mike's busy tongue and sucking lips and he savored the taste and went
right on licking until her mashing and grinding on his mouth subsided.

Mr.Bastion lowered his exhausted but happy wife down onto the bed.
Dorothy released Mike's spent penis but admired it and played with it
as it slowly softened. Mike stroked Dorothy's bottom and kissed her
soaked bush until she rolled off of him. Three weak and depleted human
beings lay on their backs, trying to regain normalcy for their bodies.
Mr. Bastion merely enjoyed his wife's satisfied smile.

Dorothy rolled over and kissed Mike's deflating member, taking a cue
from his own kissing of her sex.

As she kissed him, she stroked his calves. He, in turn, rolled over to
kiss her moist calf, caressing her thigh and smooth buttock as he did.
Then they both just lay still, Dorothy laying her head on Mike's
groin, and he laying his on her calf. Surely, all concerned had had
enough.

When Dorothy finally sat up to look at Mike, they both had love in
their eyes. She sat next to his chest with her back to him and he
draped his arm over her thighs. While her fingers gently played in the
light carpet of his chest, his other hand rubbed her back and
shoulders. This was their mellow time...their time to just touch and
bask in the love they shared. This was when their souls made
love...the afterglow.

But, on this occasion, their souls were to be interrupted.

This time, when they heard the noise from the next room, they got up
more slowly, but still their voyeurism got the better of them. This
sound was a classic - the old headboard banging against a wall. When
the younger couple peered once again into the well-lit room, Mr.
Bastion was pumping away like a stallion, this time up on the bed
behind his wife in the doggie position.

"My God," asked a stunned Dorothy, "what are those two made of?"

"Geez," Mike whispered his own incredulous reply, " I hope we're that
good when we reach their age."

"Kind of gives you something to look forward to, doesn't it?" she
stated hopefully.

It was only then that the two of them, at the exact same instant,
noticed that the door, which they'd suddenly abandoned to go merrily
into sixty-nine, was open a good foot or more, not the tiny inch or
two it had been. Had the Bastions been any less fervently occupied,
they'd surely have seen the younger couple.

Dorothy stifled yet another giggle at the thought, and quickly closed
the door to it's former nearly closed position, almost clipping Mike's
interested nose in the process.

"Listen," he said, "we've been up here quite awhile. People are going
to start wondering where we are. Maybe we'd better leave, and try to
think of an excuse for disappearing...and where we've been."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Although, I do hate to leave this
show," she sighed, "those two are good!"

Reluctantly, the two quietly closed the door, finally leaving the
Bastions to their privacy. They hurriedly got dressed, searching for
various articles of clothing in the darkness. When they were about to
leave the room, the two looked at each other and grinned devilishly,
only able to see each other at all because their eyes had adjusted to
the gloom. They returned to the connecting door and slowly opened it
just a tiny inch.

Finally, the Bastions were just finishing up. Mr. Bastion was sitting
on the edge of the bed, Mrs. Bastion sitting on his lap, facing him.
They were warmly kissing and fondling each other. Mike closed the door
again,for good this time, nearly clipping Dorothy's nose.

"Wow...you've just got to admire that," Dorothy said.

"He may be a jerk at work, but I sure am impressed by his talents at
home," Mike confessed.

The younger couple did their Pink Panther sneak out the door into the
hallway, and then down the hallway to the stairs, which they descended
equally quietly. Going back through the dining room into the living
room, they arrived to find the party apparently breaking up, the other
couples and singles preparing to depart, all hovering around the
closet where one of them was passing out the coats. Mike and Dorothy
blended into the group and mingled at the back of the crowd. Either no
one noticed they'd been gone, or no one cared. Or...they were just
being discreet. Thank God for alcohol, Mike thought. Fogged brains
seek no answers.

As the coats and jackets found their way to their respective owners,
up from behind Dorothy and Mike, as if from nowhere, came the
Bastions, every bit as quiet and sneaky as the younger couple had
been. They stood and smiled as they wished their guests a good night
and a safe trip home. Being at the back of the mass of partiers, Mike
and Dorothy were the last to get their coats and leave. As they put on
their coats and got ready to say goodnight, Mr. Bastion said to them,"
You two won't mind seeing yourselves off, will you?" He turned and
smiled down at his wife. "My wife and I have some unfinished business
upstairs."

With that, the Bastions smiled and turned to walk back toward the
dining room. They never saw the flush that came across the faces of
Mike and Dorothy, who watched in awe as the Bastions walked arm in arm
away from them. As they neared the dining room, Mr. and Mrs. Bastion
stopped and turned their heads. They both lowered the arms that had
been around each others shoulders and squeezed each others bottoms,
making the gesture plainly visible to Mike and Dorothy. Then they both
smiled and winked at the younger lovers and, without a word, turned
and walked through the dining room and headed back upstairs.

"I don't believe it," Dorothy said. "Do you know what that was, Mike?"

"You mean that wink? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do."

They looked at each other and smiled, for they knew that they'd just
received their invitation to next year's party.