GENRE: Lesbian BDSM Erotic Romance (FFF)
LENGTH: 5,191 words
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Whether we’re playing sexual games, watching my kinky acquaintance having sex in her office across the road, or just being together as a couple, Candice and I have the perfect relationship. She’s all I want in a partner and more. There’s nothing we won’t do for each other, so when she tells me she has a surprise to rival all others, I’m more than eager for the night to begin.

But what Candice has in mind is nothing I ever dreamed she’d pull off. Being tied to the table at her mercy is one thing, but what happens next has me quivering with expectation.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

It was a perfect summer's night and I had a crystal clear view of her office. There they were, kissing and fondling each other. They had no regard for anyone else and I often wondered if they knew they were being observed. I grabbed my binoculars and settled back in my chair to watch their lovemaking. The other woman took off Amanda's jacket, then unzipped her skirt, dropping them both onto the floor. Amanda stepped out of the skirt, kicking it away from her feet. She was wearing a black bra and half-slip. I could just make out suspenders and stockings peeking out below the slip.

The buzzer on the intercom sounded.

“I said no interruptions,” I snapped.

“Sorry,” my secretary said. “Candice is here. She said you were expecting her.”

I wasn’t, but somehow she always knew. She always showed up when I was spying on them.

I rose and opened the door for her.

“You’re uncanny,” I said.

“Are they at it again?” she gushed, rushing over to my desk to claim the binoculars while I relocked the door.

I watched her make herself comfortable. She giggled as she zoomed in on the lenses. Now I’d have to use my spare pair, which Candice had brought me when I’d first mentioned the action in Amanda’s office.

I sat on the couch and focused in on them.

Amanda wiggled her way up on the desk. She crossed her long legs, a stiletto heel visible as the other woman ran a hand up her leg and down the outside of her thigh and back up under the slip.

She threw her head back as though laughing, her dark hair spilling down her back. The woman was at the hollow of her throat, then moved on towards her breasts.

Amanda's hands held the woman's head while she pushed her biceps together, forcing her breasts to practically spill from their cups as she smother them into the woman’s face.

“They certainly put on a good show, don’t they,” Candice said, not taking her eyes away from the binoculars.

“Always,” I laughed.

The woman pulled back and I watched, mesmerized, as she slowly stripped out of her clothing, down to her underwear. She knocked Amanda's legs open as she moved into the desk.

“They’ve got to know they have an audience. We can’t possibly be the only ones watching,” I said.

“I told you she was an exhibitionist the first time I laid eyes on her,” Candice laughed, “and she hasn’t proved me wrong.”

They embraced again, kissing and fondling. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. The woman's hands were behind Amanda's back where they unclipped her bra, allowing her massive breasts to fall, swaying as she discarded it.

“Wow, what a rack. Do you think they’re real?” Candice asked.