People Watching

It's only August and I have just seen the first shameless display of Christmas capitalism in a major chain store. It reminded me of a story I wrote a long time ago. I've decided to repost it here. Merry Christmas (in August).

The following is an unpublished work of adult fiction. Any resemblance of characters in this work to any person, living or dead, is unintentional.

Copyright 1997. All rights reserved.

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A green and red elf costume lay crumpled on the floor. Moments before my wife had filled it even nicer than the elf in the mall had. She had noticed me staring at the nipples poking through the leotard of a very sexy elf. A comment about the way that elf fit into her tights brought a little giggle, but was soon forgotten.

My wife hadn't forgotten. She had come out of the bedroom to decorate the tree in a sexy elf outfit. "I noticed that you like elves." She seemed to be enjoying herself as she told me about life at the north pole. It didn't take her very long to turn the conversation to sex. She talked about how Santa didn't allow dating between the elves at the shop. How lonely the girl elves were. How they made sex toys for themselves when no one was watching to get them through the long winter nights. It was amazing that the ornaments got put up at all. Soon after the tree was trimmed I was peeling the tights off of my very first elf.

"Tell me about your fantasies. I'd love to hear them."

This was the second time she'd asked this in as many weeks. Both times she was already flush with the excitement of our foreplay. The first time she immediately sensed my discomfort as soon as she asked. I had told her that I was more interested in exploring her body than talking, but when she said "It's all right" I knew she felt my insecurity even if she didn't understand it. She didn't press the subject as the conversation became sweet nothings about her body.

This time the question stopped me mid-nibble on her earlobe. Why did she ask again when she knew it made me uncomfortable? My eyes drifted shyly away from her face to her breasts. The kaleidoscope of colored shadows from the Christmas tree lights gave an exotic glow to her curves. A clinging strand of tinsel on her side gave my fingers something to play with.

"I don't really have any."

"None? There must be something that you fantasize about." The arousal in her voice and her body beneath me was unmistakable. "Fucking a horny girl elf? How about something you've never done but really want to?"

The way the red tights had hugged the woman playing Santa's helper at the mall was a turn on, but nibbling on my wife while she told me about her wet little elf pussy had been her idea. That last question was the key to my insecurity. The things that I wanted to do but hadn't tried were things that I wasn't sure how a woman would react to. I'd never even considered sharing them with anyone.

"Sure. I guess. I mean, of course there are things that I think about."

"Don't be shy. Tell me. It's such a turn on to hear fantasies and picture myself doing them."

"What if you don't like the picture?"

Her smile became mischievous. Tonight I wasn't going to dodge the bullet. "It's just a fantasy. Don't worry about it so much. Come on, share. Consider it a Christmas present to an horny elf." Her naked body under mine was relaxed, her voice somehow reassuring. I looked up and saw the smile on her lips reflected in her eyes.

Actually, I had never fantasized in very much detail. "They're really just images, mostly. I've never really thought about putting them into words". I wasn't sure that I could do it without sounding like an idiot.

"I'll help you then." Not an offer, but a statement. She turned her body slightly and I moved to the floor next to her. She turned again and we were on both on our sides facing each other. "Close your eyes and think about something sexy."

Her finger began tracing the shape of my nipple, her nail scratching very lightly. I lay quietly thinking for a moment, but nothing came to mind. Her finger moved away briefly and returned to trace wet circles around my other nipple. I moaned my appreciation.

"Think about what turns you on. The things that you want to do to me but don't have the nerve to ask." Her voice was soft. I began to think she wanted me to do something to her and was trying to coax me into suggesting it first. Her finger stopped, a small delay as if considering what she had said. Her thumb moved to trap my nipple against the other finger. The slow squeeze and gentle outward pull brought an involuntary gasp of pleasure from me. "No, don't think about me if you don't want to. Just think about what you'd like to do and how turned on you'd get doing it." Her fingers released me, and both resumed a delightful journey around my nipples and chest.

After a few minutes of her exquisite distraction, I gave up trying to force myself to think of something. My thoughts drifted as her fingers drifted around my chest. I liked to tease her the way she was teasing me now, lazy fingers circling patterns from her breasts to the black patch of hair between her legs. I pictured her nipples stiffening, her breath quickening, and her hips moving in an erotic rhythm. I love to watch her body as she becomes aroused. But, then I get really turned on looking at any woman who's aroused.

I thought back to a Christmas party shortly after high school. There was a couple making out on the couch about a foot from where I was sitting. They were kissing passionately. His hand was wandering from her tits to her stomach and back in slow circles. He was determined to extend the circle to include a trip between her thighs. Each time he tried, she pressed her thighs together and he would go back to her tits. Finally, he pushed the edge of his hand between her thighs and she parted her legs for him. She didn't close them when he moved back to her tits again. His hand met no resistance on the next trip down. I had seen them smoking a joint a little earlier, and I figured she must be pretty stoned as well as turned on. His hand now moved in little circles massaging her crotch. His other hand moved around her back to squeeze a nipple through he fabric of her blouse. I thought for sure she'd stop him there, but I was wrong. He moved the nipple fastened between his fingers in a circle. Her face and her trembling body showed what she was feeling. After a moment she took a deep breath, stood, took his hand, and led him down the hall to a bedroom.

"You have a smile on your face and your cock is as big as I've ever seen it. You must be thinking about something really sexy."

Without thinking, I said "Yeah, I wonder what it would have been like to watch him make her cum."

"Who?"

I opened my eyes, but avoided looking at her. "Something I saw at a party still gets me going every time I think about it."

"It must have been something to see." Her voice was still soft, but it betrayed her interest.

"Yeah, but it was over too soon. Every time I think about it I wish I could have seen more. I'd like it to happen again, but this time I'd like to watch from start to finish. Or maybe be the couple doing it." I was being coy, I still wasn't sure where this was going or how she'd feel about hearing my thoughts.

"Mmmm. We could be the couple doing it." She didn't even know what "it" was, but she was doing a great job of drawing it out of me. "Where are we?"

I thought for a moment. I didn't even remotely fantasize about a bunch of drunk dweebs watching me have sex. "We're in a room with soft lights. A Christmas tree is blinking in the corner of the room."

"No silly, where are we in your fantasy?"

"I mean, there's a Christmas tree. The air is filled with erotic sounds and sexual excitement." I hesitated, not sure what to say next. I was beginning to enjoy this, but I didn't want to sound silly.

"What's it like? What are we watching?" She didn't bother to hide her interest now. She coaxed a little more. "Don't worry so much about what to say. Just close your eyes and imagine. Think about sex. Think about what you'd like the sex to be like. Tell me what you see. Where am I, what am I doing?"

"You're kneeling on a soft blanket. You're leaning forward, resting on your elbows. It gives your back a sexy slope." I'm not sure where that came from, but I went with it.

"And you?"

"I am on my knees behind you caressing your back." I picture her in that position. It's a very sexy picture. I want to run my hands over her back, ass, and thighs. "I'm stroking the soft flesh of your back and thighs with my hands. Kneading your ass and hips."

"Mmmm I like that, I like being felt all over." Her soft coaxing voice was had been replaced by a dreamy drawl. The fingers on my chest slid back to my nipple and began to flick across it. My eyes were closed, but I was sure that her other hand was between her legs.

The excitement in her voice gave me something to work with. "I can hear your excitement in your breath. Your hips are swaying just slightly beneath my hands. I can see a shiny line of drool running from your pussy like a beggar's hungry lips waiting for a succulent piece of meat." I cringed. Why did I say that?

She giggled. "Hmmm. I must be really turned on if I'm dripping wet." I felt a wet finger against my lips. The musky scent told me she was not just playing along. She was really wet. She drew the slick moisture across my lips and up to my nose. "How about you?"

I licked my lips. "My excitement shows in the stiffness rippling over my cock and the moisture clinging to the tip, but you're so entranced by what's going on in front of you that you don't notice. You shiver as my finger dips inside of you and draws your wetness out through your labia and around your clit. I don't think you even notice what I'm doing.

Her voice was quivering. "I must be watching something really hot if I don't notice you fingering my pussy. That's always sooo nice. I think I'd notice that." She was fingering herself. I could hear the sound of her fingers slipping through her wetness.

I wanted to open my eyes and watch her, to see the rhythm of her fingers, to watch her breasts rise and fall with the excitement in her breathing. That would be exciting. My ego was feeling good that I could get her so turned on, so into the fantasy, but I needed a moment to think up what she was watching that had her so distracted. I reached down and began lightly stroking my cock. "You absent mindedly reach back to run your fingers along the underside of my cock. You know how exquisite a light touch feels when I am this excited." Lightly stroking, just the underside, just the fingertips.

"A woman a few feet away to your right is watching your hand as you draw it lightly up and down my cock. She's smiling at the way your touch is making me writhe. She licks a dribble of cum from her lips and plays with it on her tongue. Her partner, his breath still rough from her handiwork a moment before, is watching the couple that you are watching. Her eyes glance at your face for a moment, then over to the couple in front of you, and then back to your hand."

"Is she looking at your cock?"

"She's watching you stroke me." I decide to tease her. "You don't notice her watching our sex play. A minute ago you were watching her suck his cock. Each time she slid her tongue up and down his shaft I could see your tongue move too. The couple in front of you drew your attention away before he came."

"Oh, no. I wanted to watch him cum". The disappointment in her voice was tangible. She was really getting into this.

I felt a twinge of remorse at her disappoint. "When you got on your knees so you could see better, you blocked my view of the couple in front of you. I saw the arch of her back as she slid herself down onto him, but only you could see the way her labia were pushed aside as his cock slid inside of her. Her pussy seemed to swallow his cock, only to push it back out and swallow it again. Her wetness on his cock shines blue, gold, white, and red in time with the tree lights.

My wife whispered now, "Mmm, that's sooo hot."

I could still smell her musk under my nose, and the scent was driving me crazy. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to get between her legs and run my tongue into every crevice. That fueled my fantasy. "My fingers slide into your pussy. You're so very wet. I pull them back to taste you, then spread your cheeks to look at your sex. Glistening, wet, hot sex. I can never resist a taste. Your scent intoxicates and excites me. The position of your body makes it hard to get my tongue where I want it. I lean down, but the awkward angle of my neck makes me press my tongue roughly against your clit. My tongue becomes gentler as I find the perfect angle. Reaching back, you pull away the fold flesh that covers the delicate pink button of your clit. Your labia, dark and shiny from your excitement, are pulled up and spread slightly. An erotic work of art. I alternate flicking my tongue across your clit and those sexy lips.

"Mmm." Her moans were becoming louder, I thought she might be close to cumming but she seemed to be pacing herself.

"I can't wait any longer. The woman watching us smiles as I run my tongue up from your clit through the crack of your ass into the small of your back. I reach down and press the swollen head of my cock just inside of your cunt. I know that you like it when I take it slow. In a little, out a little, in a little more, out a little, until the length of my cock is nestled inside of you. An erotic mixture of love and lust is in your eyes when you turn to look at me."

"The man in front of you says something that pulls your attention back to them. I can't hear his hoarse whisper but it's clear that he doesn't want to cum yet. He wants her to slow down. Maybe he just wants to watch us the way we're watching them. She pulls herself off of him and rolls onto her back, her head tilted to watch us. He moves her leg so that he can watch us as he begins to nuzzle her pussy. She's teasing her nipples. The woman who was watching us shifts her attention between us and them now.

"I'm so turned on, I need to pace myself. My cock inside of you moves slow and rhythmic. Slow enough to keep from pushing us too far too \fast, but fast enough to keep our bodies exquisitely excited. The pleasure makes watching the others in the room so much more exciting.

"Yes" Her voice was excited, but didn't have the urgency of an impending climax yet. I felt her hand join mine, her fingers between mine were moist and cool. They felt nice on my sensitive cock. Her fingers gave a delightful squeeze at the end of each stroke.

"A humming noise draws your eyes to the woman on the right. She is pushing a string of vibrating balls up into her pussy. Her man is sucking on her nipples and fingering her clit. She shivers slightly as she pushes each ball in."

"Hmmm. I'll bet those feel good."

"I wipe some of the wetness from the base of my cock and up the crack your ass, but you hardly seem to notice.

"Oh, no. I'd definitely notice that. God, if you did that when I'm this turned on I'd almost cum. I'm just about to cum now."

I gave in to my evil streak again. "I push in you in deep quick thrusts. A distracted mmmmpurrr from your throat tells me that you're not ready yet. I pull myself out of you, rubbing the head of my cock over your pussy and clit."

"Oohh, you evil man. Don't do that. That's torture. I want to cum." The urgency in her voice was exciting. I was very close to cumming myself.

"I lean forward to tell you that I want to feel you cum." She moved her body against mine. I could feel her hand stroking her cunt between us. I could feel her chest heaving in shallow breaths.

"The woman with vibrating balls in her pussy looks up at the sound of my voice, but she has a far away look in her eyes. She begins to moan and shudder. Watching her cum is too much for me. I put my cock inside of you again and pull you back hard against me. It feels so good to bury my cock deep inside of you. I want to be selfish. I want to use your cunt for my pleasure. I don't want to be gentle. I want to fuck you."

"Mmmmnnn. Fuck me the way you want..." Her sentence trailed off. "I want to be fucked."

"I know that you like it too because you grunt and grind your hips against me each time by balls slap your cunt. I feel your cunt tighten on me."

"Ooaah. Unnnh." She was beginning to shudder against me, her hand clamping down between my fingers. My hand began moving quicker on my cock in response, pulling hers to my pace.

"The woman we're watching are cumming. Even we you come, we're still watching the sex around us. I see the little balls being pulled one by one from the woman on our right while cums. She cries out as each one pops out.

"Unngh. Cum. Oooh." My eyes were still closed, but I could feel the strength of my wife's orgasm.

My wife's stiff nipples rubbing against me was the last exciting straw. I let myself go. I manage to squeak out "I'm cumming too". I felt my cum splash on my face and chest with each spasm of my body. Her hand pulled away from mine, but I needed to keep nursing the cum from my jerking cock. Even as my cock softened I felt little waves of pleasure with each stroke.

Her orgasm had subsided, but her voice was still in short raspy breaths. "You sure have one hell of an imagination for someone who doesn't have any fantasies. This elf is soaking wet."

I opened my eyes, turned, and winked at my wife. I was spent but if she was as wet as she said she was, I was going to enjoy getting her off again. I moved on top of her, my cum sticking between us. She took my soft penis in her mouth and began licking me clean. A quick dip of my finger told me that she was as wet as she had said she was, maybe more.

"Do elves like to have their pussies licked?" I teased.

"Mmm. Yes, but we're not allowed to date boy elves at Santa's shop so we don't get it often enough."

I looked back at her and winked. "Well, I'll see what I can do about that."