Come Play with the Watcher

Claire blushed as the dress fell away and Howard stared down at her body. The lace garment hid nothing. Underwires held her tits out, her nipples hard with arousal. The patterned lace down her torso was near transparent and ended just above her pussy.

"Oh my."

"Not what you were expecting?"

Claire was beetroot red but somehow managed to hold it together as he near devoured her with his eyes alone.

"I didn't think you could surprise me. But you have."

He turned his hand up and reached down between her legs.

"Uhh."

Claire gasped and shuddered as his fingers cupped her vulva. She sensed her wetness against his hand.

"Oh that's so nice."

"Be gentle." Claire muttered.

"There's only been Pete before."

Her mouth spoke on autopilot, terrified he would think her experienced. Even more terrified he'd be disappointed.

He kissed her. Softly, gently, sucking on her lower lip. She felt his fingers moving, teasing her pussy.

"I'll be gentle." He whispered.

"Delicate little flower."

With no warning he put his arms around her, effortlessly lifting her and laying her along the length of his peninsular.

"What are you doing?" She laughed."

"I want another strawberry."

With this one, he teased her slit. Drawing it back and forth, collecting her leaking nectar to flavour it.

"Uhh."

She brought her legs up and let the nearest to him fall to the side. Her pussy was now fully exposed her juices leaking with ease onto the fruit.

Howard popped the strawberry into his mouth.

"Now that." He chewed.

"Is the sweetest strawberry I've ever tasted."

"Let me see you." She begged.

Without a word, he pulled his top over his head. Her fingers reached to stroke his chest as he bent to take off his chinos.

She saw his cock. This time so close. She could smell it. Musk. Manly. It was big, straight and thick. The crown was swollen and richly coloured. So much more than Pete offered. He just didn't compare.

"Fuck."

Her lips parted, her tongue circling to dampen them.

Howard slid it into her mouth as his hand went to caress and fondle her tit. It glided over her eager tongue, and rubbed into her cheek. He drew circles around her nipple, flicking it to excite and make her body jerk. He pinched it hard.

"Hmph."

Her back arched, his cock slipping to the back of her throat.

"That's so good.

You're so beautiful and sensitive.

Truly a divine little creature."

His fingers were tracing a ticklish line over her belly, down to her pussy. Her flesh parted and two digits entered her, exploring her delicate folds and seeking to press deep inside her.

She found herself working his cock even more. Her hand finding his balls. Would she be as pleasing as Penny, she wondered.

"Mmmm."

He rocked his hips, giving gentle thrusts to softly fuck her mouth. Claire was ecstatic. So big and so hard.

On the cold slab of the worktop, she felt like a sacrifice. Waiting to be impaled by this cock rather than a knife. An offering to the little Cornish piskies. She wanted it so much.

Howard climbed over her, laying down her length to kiss her neck and shoulders. Then more attention to her tits. His hands caressed her thighs with a gentleness that belied his strength.

"Uhhh."

The sensation of being filled with his cock coupled with the weight of his body on hers was amazing. Her pussy was lubricated so much that he just glided in as if on a slick of oil. No resistance, just every nerve being excited by his movement. She tingled with that feeling a blush brings to hot cheeks. But this time body-wide. Swollen tits ached and delighted in his hand squeezing and pulling at them.

"Oh God. I need it so much."

She muttered on a shuddering unsteady breath. Her knees came up either side of him, her feet flat on the top to keep her steady.

Howard fucked her. Slow and deliberate at first. Then steadily building. Faster, deeper, his length increasing until his cock almost slipped from her. Like an expert he measured it precisely, never missing a stroke.

"Uhh. Uhh. Uhh."

Claire felt as though she was having an otherworldly experience. This was nothing like Pete. So much more intense. And so taboo.

"Please don't stop."

Her legs curled up as her heat and pressure rose. Her feet now waving in the air. As if by design Howard found them, hooking his arms behind her knees. He rose, rolling her pussy skyward.

"Fuuck."

Claire lost all sense of self. Only the sex. The fucking mattered. Her clit burned as if she were filled by a red-hot poker.

His thrusts were stabbing. Like being rammed with the force of a steam-powered piston. So hard. So deep.

"Fuuck. I'm coming."

She screamed. Not a care other than for the ecstasy that encompassed her whole being. Even while lost in her moment of delirium she sensed him pulsate before filling her tunnel with warm cum.

After, they lay together on the rug, their backs propped against the sofa watching the rain trickle down the big glass panels. Claire leant into his shoulder, playing absentmindedly with his fingers where his arm came around her back.

"Alexa. Lower lights to ten per cent."

They could see outside now. Her house across the way still lit from the inside. She imagined herself standing over there, looking back.

They finished the strawberries with another glass of wine. Howard still taking the time to feed them to her.

"That was amazing." She offered.

"Just different." He said modestly.

"New and illicit. Heightens the sensations."

"It was more than that. You're experience. Your... power. You have a strength Pete doesn't have."

He didn't respond. Not wanting to insult another man, or claim some godlike status as a lover.

"I can see why your PA is happy to be a friend with benefits."

"Penny is rather like me.

She struggles with commitment. Every pretty body is just another opportunity to be exploited in the pursuit of what has to be the most glorious pleasure nature has given any creature."

Claire could only agree that it really was the most fantastic of feelings. The whole act of sex, the almost mystic ride towards self-transcendence. And then that frenzied moment when you cum.

It hurt a little to hear the words just another opportunity to be exploited. But then wasn't that what she was also doing? In a while, she'd go back home and speak to Pete as though nothing had happened. Just a one-off to satisfy a curiosity she reminded herself.

But then there was a problem she realised. Pete just wasn't as good.

Eight

Claire hadn't intended to stay the night. But she did. She slept in another man's bed for the first time in her life. Worse. She fucked another man for a second time and spent what was an exorbitant amount of time just sucking his cock, teasing him on the edge of cuming. There was something about it. Not just that it was bigger. It was more... she didn't know what. Just more everything.

The next morning he found her some old clothes she could just about get away with wearing, and some trainers Penny had left behind at the house. They took a walk along the cliffs arm in arm. To anyone looking on it would seem they were a couple. No one would suspect that she was an adulteress. A trollop.

"Penny's coming down from London tonight.

You should meet her."

"You want me to meet your girlfriend?"

"Well, she's a girl that much I can guarantee. And she's a friend. But not exactly girlfriend in the sense you mean."

"You sleep with her. Call it what you like but girlfriend is close enough for me."

"She's not the jealous type. And she'd love to meet you."

"I don't know. It'd be awkward."

She couldn't help but sense Penny as competition.

"Why? Because I fuck her? Or because you saw me fucking her?"

"I don't know. Both I suppose."

"You'll like her.

Come over at eight. Nice dinner cooked by yours truly. Glass or two of wine. It'll be fun."

Claire still hesitated.

"Wear that sexy red dress again."

"A girl never wears the same dress twice."

"Then something equally sexy."

"Just dinner. I'm not into anything weird." She said doubting he didn't have other motives.

"Heaven forbid.

Just dinner."

"Okay. Eight o clock. I have to speak to Pete first. I can't avoid him a second evening.

And can we not mention... what happened. It's embarrassing."

"All you did was watch. Penny was the one performing. And me of course. But yeah. I won't mention a word."

"I meant us. Last night. But yeah. That as well."

"My lips are sealed."

"And so are mine while Penny's there. Both sets. Remember that."

"Claire. Have a little trust."

She didn't. He was amazing, exciting. He dared to push boundaries. And for that, trust was something she didn't have.

They walked on further, past the old tin mine, following what looked to be a centuries old dry stone wall. Howard kept his arm around her and she stayed close, taking comfort from him against the colder weather.

The rain had gone leaving behind a renewed freshness in the morning air. The damp lifted a scent from the land that wasn't unlike newly mown hay.

"There's a house up ahead."

Claire was a little surprised to see it expecting the closest home to be much further on.

"That's our closest neighbour."

This really was an old Cornish cottage. Not the fake rendition of one that their two homes represented. Nor a soulless modern estate residence.

"They say a witch lives there." Howard teased seeing her interest in the old place.

Painted white stone and a chimney spewing smoke. Claire imagined low ceilings with seriously old dark beams and an open fireplace inside. She imagined an old lady offering her a poisoned rosy red apple. But who would be her prince that woke her from a deathly sleep?

"Could be. She seems to like your little blue creatures."

There were several of them along the front. Old carved stone ones that looked as though they'd been there for a century or more but still distinctive by their pointed ears and old man hunches.

"You be lost?"

Claire jumped at the voice. Even Howard seemed slightly taken aback at how the old woman seemed to appear right next to them.

"No. Just out walking. We live a couple of miles down the coast." He answered.

Claire thought she looked as wizened as her little statues. No wonder she'd been likened to a witch. A black cloak and she really would have felt like she was in a remake of Snow White.

"Oh." The old woman exclaimed.

"Just that people, outsiders, they come around here and forget the way back."

Her eyes seemed to pierce Claire.

"You. You're an outsider."

Claire couldn't fathom why she would pick on her and not Howard as the one who wasn't local. Sure he'd been born here, but he looked and sounded nothing like a lifelong resident.

"London." She answered.

"But I live here now.

I like your piskies." She said trying to make a more friendly conversation.

"But still we cannot tell,

Whose deeds are good enough for heaven.

Whose bad enough for hell."

Claire felt a shiver and clutched Howard tighter.

"What?"

"They don't like sluttery."

Claire was open-mouthed. Howard stepped in to end the conversation.

"Well it's been nice to meet you but we need to get going."

Howard turned them back and started walking.

"What did she mean? Sluttery?"

"It doesn't matter. She's old. A different generation. Young woman, older man. She's just jumping to conclusions."

"And the rest of what she said? Sounded like a poem."

"It was.

The last lines of a really old one about piskies."

"No wonder people think she's a witch."

But it was the suggestion she was a slut that resonated with Claire. Whatever her reason for thinking it, only a few hours ago she'd been proving her right.

Nine

"So you're Claire.

Hi. I'm Penny."

She sounded posh. Older than Claire had thought. Early thirties probably, but still very, very attractive.

"Yep. Claire. That's me." She almost curtsied.

"Come through. Howard is just checking the dinner."

She behaved more like a wife, as though she belonged there rather than another guest.

"What can I get you to drink?"

"I don't mind."

"How about a Spritz?"

"That'd be lovely."

"Hi Claire."

Howard appeared, greeting her with a quick kiss on the cheek. She felt enlivened by his touch. So familiar yet so forbidden.

"Dinner's nearly ready. You'll have to excuse me while I finish off."

"Can I help?"

"No. I've got it. Make yourself at home. Penny will look after you."

"Here you go."

Penny was back with the drinks.

"One of the things about open plan is that even a busy host is part of things. But don't interfere. Howard loves being the host."

She took a seat at the island and Claire followed suit trying not to remember being laid along it naked.

"In my house, everything is separate rooms. I get shut off when family or friends are there."

"Yes. It is better.

Where do you live?

Not local I take it."

"No. Reading. Nearly a four hour drive."

"Christ. That's a long journey."

She gave Howard a sideways glance with a smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, it can be worth it.

I'm looking to move to be truthful. Not all the way down here, but closer."

"Penny uses the train to get into London. That's where our offices are."

"And you don't go there?"

"No need most of the time. Penny looks after the day-to-day business and we have the magic of Zoom.

Right. I'm serving if you want to take your places."

The table was already set, looking like a swish restaurant. Howard had gone to town for this, complete with candles when he lowered the lights.

"I like it cosier." He said taking a seat.

The other two followed.

The food was delicious. Howard certainly wasn't lost in a kitchen. Creamy spinach stuffed salmon with mashed red potatoes and roasted Brussels sprouts.

Claire was surprised at his skill. She'd expected steak or some kind of bolognese. Not a meal fit for a TV culinary competition.

"So what does being a Personal Assistant involve." She asked in between mouthfuls.

"Modern term for a Secretary." Penny laughed. A fancy title does get a bigger pay packet though."

"Does it? New contract Monday. Back to Secretary." Howard joked.

Penny gave him a sideways smile.

"Either way it means doing all the work while the boss lazes about in the country and takes the credit."

"Ha. I'm working hard here. I have to come up with ideas and catchy slogans.

Supercharge your IT with Intelligent Thinking."

Claire grinned at his new slogan for Pete's advertising campaign.

"So more than just updating his dairy and taking a memo."

"More covering for why he didn't check his dairy, and writing the memos."

Claire grinned. She rather likes Penny.

"Yeah. I hope you pay her well Howard. She seems like the brains of the outfit."

Howard feigned offence.

"You've drunk too much wine.

Seriously. I should point out that Penny might have started as a PA but she's grown into so much more. I'm thinking of making her a partner."

"You keep thinking Howard. Not enough doing though."

"I'll get there.

Book it with our solicitor for the next time I'm in London and we'll get it done."

"I'm holding you to that."

Claire wasn't certain but the twitch in her body might just have been from Howard's hand on her knee. She looked away not wanting to be part of any game. Just dinner.

"What about you Claire? What was your career before you moved to this god-forsaken out-of-the-way place?"

Penny's attention was back on her.

"School teacher. Two years in an inner city school. That was enough."

"So you're not going back? I mean to a school more local?"

"No. I don't think so. Pete earns enough for both of us. I'll be a lady of leisure for a few years, then a family. I want to home-school. The education system is too politically loaded. I'd rather my children weren't brainwashed. They can make their own minds up on things when they're old enough."

"A lady of leisure.

Now there's something I could aspire to."

"You need a rich husband first." Howard pointed out as he poured more wine.

"Husband? Sod that. I'll keep working."

"You never know. You might like marriage." Claire probed.

"Nah. I like doing what I like when I like. Only need a husband for one thing and Howard takes care of that mostly. He thinks it's part of my pay reward.

"Or duties." Howard smirked.

Claire blushed.

"So did you enjoy the show the other night?"

Claire's blush notched up to crimson.

"Oh God. I thought we'd agreed not to mention that."

Penny smiled.

"You had that agreement with Howard. Not me."

"I..."

She looked at Howard and he just shrugged as if to say 'you're on your own.

"It was just a stupid tit-for-tat thing." Her voice trailed away.

"Must have been more than that. Didn't you spend the night with Howard after?"

Penny was watching her intently."

"Fuck."

She put her glass down not knowing what to say.

"Look. Sorry. I should go."

She went to stand up. Penny took hold of her hand.

"Don't be silly. I'm just teasing you."

Claire felt a shiver up her spine at Penny's touch. She felt out of her depth.

"He's a great lover, isn't he? Don't you think?"

Penny glanced at Howard smiling at him as Claire fumbled for an answer.

"Er. Yeah. He's... yeah I guess so."

"I just love his cock in my arse."

"I wouldn't know about that."

She wanted to be home. No. She wanted to be back in London. Miles from here. This was the very conversation she'd not wanted to have. Worse. Penny seemed to have no filter.

"Look. I'm not intending to come between you."

Penny smiled.

"You're reading me all wrong Claire. I don't mind. Howard is what he is. And don't think I'm any different because I'm not. I have other lovers occasionally."

"I er... I have a husband. It was just a silly mistake. A one-off."

"Have some more wine."

Howard topped her glass up.

"I don't think I should."

"Nonsense." Penny said.

"Loosen up a little."

"Loosen up for what exactly?"

Penny leaned in and gently kissed Claire on the lips. In shock, she half responded. Fear gripping her to the seat.

"Your husband's away. So why don't you play?"

Her hand was on Claire's leg.

"Please. I'm not... that way."

"Neither am I.

But Howard is rather a demanding lover. It's hard to satisfy him on my own. I was rather thinking I could do with some help tonight."

Claire's heart raced.

"I'm sure you'll manage."

"And you must be feeling lonely all alone in that house."

"Pete calls me. Every night. Most nights."

"But not tonight?"

"No."

"Where does he think you are tonight?"

Claire quivered. Her body refused her demand not to respond to the hand stroking her thigh. Fingers were under the hem, threatening to go the last few inches towards a rapidly dampening patch.

"I spoke to him earlier." Her voice was shaking.

"Said I was sickening for something. He thinks I'm in bed."

Howard stood up and came around the table.

"Be a shame to be lying. Perhaps bed is the best place."

He put his hands on her shoulders and began massaging her neck.

"I meant. Alone."

Claire cursed the lack of control she had over her body. Goosebumps sprung out over her arms with the tingle that had started in her stomach now invading her limbs.

"Oh that's boring." Penny smiled.

Howard's hands slid downwards. Under the neckline and found her tits.

"Oh fuck."

Claire shuddered. Her whole body suddenly gripped by the need she'd been trying so hard to suppress.

"Don't."

There was no firmness to her voice. Just a pitiful halfhearted objection that died with the swelling of her areola and the rising ache in her taut nipples. Her head went back onto Howard's chest and she gasped

Penny's fingers reached their target and another wave of ecstasy rose over her flesh.