Behind Closed Doors

by Terry Towers

Taking a deep breath and praying she wouldn't be seen, she rose just enough so her eyes were able to look in between the two inch parting in the beige lace curtains. She gasped, and immediately brought her hand to her mouth, preventing any further startled noises from escaping her.

  Both Blake and the woman were naked. The woman appeared to be a taller woman, with short blond hair, a plump ass and extra large breasts. Vivian suspected her breasts were implants.

  The woman pulled Blake to the middle of the room and fell to her knees in front of him. Grasping his cock, she began to stroke it. Blake closed his eyes and grabbed the back of her head, urging her to take his cock into her mouth.

  Vivian didn't want to watch, but found herself compelled to do so. She had seen Blake in various degrees of nakedness. He would frequently leave the shower and trot back to his room with just a towel secured around his waist. She had a fairly good idea that he was well endowed, but seeing him standing naked in the middle of the room, with his broad shoulders and chest, muscular and tanned, she gained a new respect for his cock and his body. His large, thick shaft, stood tall and proud as that woman placed her red painted lips around it and began to suck.

  She realized just how much she wanted to feel his magnificent body. And also just how desperately she wanted to be the one on her knees worshipping that splendid cock. Vivian continued to watch as the woman cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed, causing him to throw back his head as he moaned loudly.

  She became increasingly aware of the pulsating between her legs, and the increasing inferno rising in her body, due to her desire. Not only for him, but from watching that woman's mouth work its way up and down his cock, while his hands clenched into fists in her hair as he began to thrust into her mouth, burying his cock to the back of her throat.

  It was like watching her own private porno, and it was turning her on beyond belief.

  She surveyed her surroundings. There was no one around. Her only company was the warm summer breeze that caressed her bare skin. Impulsively, she slid her hand under the waistband of her shorts. Her panties were moist from her excitement. She spread the lips of her pussy with her fingers exposing her highly aroused clit. She began to stroke herself, using firm, fluid motions, alternating from stroking to pinching and rolling it between her fingers.

  A soft moan escaped her lips and this time she didn't bother to remain silent. She needed release. As she caressed and pleasured herself, she continued to watch. Blake's body had become rigid from the built up tension. She could tell he was close to shooting his load into the blonde's mouth. And that was alright, because she was equally as close.

  She imagined it was her kneeling in front of him, her hair that he had tangled in his large fists. And her mouth that he was now thrusting frantically into.

  Her body trembled as bolts of pleasure shot through her. Her body on edge, seconds away from climaxing. What she wouldn't give to have his hands on her at that moment! "Oh-my-god, Blake," she gasped, closing her eyes as her heated juices soaked her underwear and fingers.

  Opening her eyes, Vivian watched as Blake made one final thrust and his body appeared to vibrate just before he came into the woman's mouth. He gave a couple more, short quick thrusts, ensuring the blonde received each and every drop.

  Blake looked up from watching the blonde as he pulled his cock from her mouth. His eyes looked out through the window, the very window she was peeping into!

  Shit, Vivian dropped to the ground, still panting from her own release, but now also terrified that he'd seen her. How could he not have? He’d looked directly at her! He hadn't made eye contact, but still... She pressed her back against the wall, under the window. She wanted to make a run for it, but was scared that if he hadn't seen her a moment previously he would if she went sprinting across the blonde woman's lawn.

  "Why do you get yourself into these messes, Vivian?" she muttered.

  Of course, there was another reason she wanted to stay. She wanted to see more. She wanted to know the types of things he was into. What kind of lover was he? It's useful information if I plan to seduce him, she reasoned with herself.

  She waited several minutes, was about to attempt to peek into the bedroom again, then decided not to and planted herself against the wall once more. Ten more minutes passed before she decided to risk another glance. Just one more look, she promised herself.

  Her head inched its way up until she was able to steal another look. Blake's back was to her, and he had the blonde bent over the bed. He was thrusting into her from behind. The tight, defined muscle in his ass worked overtime as he thrust into her hard, fast and without mercy.

  The woman fisted the blankets of her bed, matching his thrusts by bucking against him each time he rammed his cock into her. She screamed out, so loud and so suddenly that Vivian was uncertain as to whether she was overcome with the pleasure or in excruciating pain.

  She decided it must have been pleasure, because moments later the woman was screaming: "I'm coming, Blake!" Her body shook, then she seemed to slump onto the bed, but he appeared relentless. He continued to thrust for several more minutes, his hands clutching her hips as he pulled her tight to him, burying himself deep within her.

  He finally released for the second time. This time Vivian dropped back down to the ground, before he had an opportunity to notice her watching them through the window. Surely he hadn't seen her the first time; otherwise he would have come out and confronted her, but better safe than sorry.

  Waiting yet another ten minutes Vivian peered through the window again. Both of them were asleep. He was sleeping on his side with his back to her, while she was on her stomach. A solid two inches separated them.

  Vivian smiled to herself. That was a good sign. If she was reading them right, it meant that the blonde was simply a sex partner. It left a bit of a bad taste in her mouth knowing Blake was using a woman for sex. However, it appeared as though the woman was happy to oblige.

  Satisfied that she had the information necessary to devise a plan that would mean him saying good-bye to the blonde bimbo and hello to her in his bed, Vivian left the house and hustled her way back to the car.

  ****

  Blake left Beth's house very early the next morning. By 5 am he was up and out of the door. He wanted to be home before Vivian woke up. Beth didn't seem to mind, she had gotten what she had wanted from him already. She had tried to tempt him into staying for another round, but he’d had his fill over the past couple of days. He was hoping that perhaps now that he’d had a couple of nights of unleashing his frustration he might be able to be around Vivian without constantly wondering how it would feel to sink his cock deep into her warm, wet center.

  "God dammit," he groaned, as his cock began to tingle as he thought of her. He'd have to think of some way to keep his urges under control. He wouldn't be able to continue to avoid her until she finished college and moved. Or until she found a guy, and decided to move in with him instead.

  A touch of anger welled up within him at the thought of some other man touching her, tasting her. Some random guy she met in some silly philosophy class, running his hippie hands over her. The worst of it was that he had no one with whom he could discuss the feelings he was having, to help him gain some perspective on the subject. Or at least no one with whom he was willing to discuss the subject.

  When he pulled up into the driveway he was relieved to see it appeared as though Vivian was not yet up. Not that he really expected her to be. Shutting off the jeep, he pulled himself together and made his way to the house.

  As he slipped off his work boots and set them beside her running shoes, he couldn't help - despite his tired state - but notice that they were muddy with grass stains on them. If it had been anyone else he wouldn't have given it a second thought, but Vivian kept everything she owned clean and in pristine shape. Leaving muddied running shoes in the closet wasn't her style.

  Where the hell was she last night?

  The image of Vivian looking through Beth's bedroo
m window flashed in his head. He had thought it was simply his imagining her there, considering she was in his mind while Beth was blowing him. But... maybe it wasn't? Could she have followed him to Beth's house?

  He shook his head and laughed at himself for even thinking such a crazy thing. That was preposterous. His lack of sleep the past few days was making his mind play tricks on him, making him draw unreasonable and absurd conclusions.

  He looked at the fridge, and then decided that instead of preparing breakfast he'd take Vivian out to lunch once he had gotten himself some much needed sleep. He'd be able to consider the whole situation with a clearer head after a few more hours of uninterrupted shut-eye. Satisfied that was the best idea, he trudged his way upstairs and into the room next to Vivian's.

  ****

  When she awoke, Vivian took notice of how quiet it was in the house. She slid from the bed and stretched her lean body - as she did each morning - trying to work out some of the kinks from the night's sleep.

  The clock flashed 10 am.

  She frowned. Blake still wasn't home from the blonde's house yet?

  Maybe she’d misread the situation last night? Maybe he did harbour some genuine feelings towards the woman and was planning on spending the entire weekend with her? Her frown deepened. She didn't like it one bit; that would mean it would be more difficult to steal him back. Not impossible, maybe, but definitely more challenging.

  Not bothering to put on her robe - there was no need for modesty in an empty house - she strolled out of her bedroom and towards the washroom, just on the other side of his bedroom.

  "Well it's about time you woke, I…"

  Blake's voice came to her from his room, the room her naked body had just begun to walk past. Vivian stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to face him. Heat rose up into her cheeks.

  Blake quickly turned his back to her, head bowed, placing his hands on his jean clad hips.

  Vivian blinked. She started to speak, but nothing more than a squeak seemed to emerge. She stopped trying to talk and simply waited for him to finish what he had to say.

  "Maybe you could throw on some clothes and we could discuss going out and doing something today?" his tone was tight, his words clipped. It sounded as if he was trying to control himself. Was he angry with her? How was she supposed to know he was home? He’d told her to not wait up! He hadn't made a sound in there.

  "Alright," she managed to respond, pivoting around and rushing back to her room.

  She threw her robe on, securing it tightly around her waist then hustled her way back down the hall and into the washroom. By the time she had finished her shower and gotten dressed she found Blake reclined on the sofa downstairs flipping mindlessly through the channels of the television.

  She had no idea what he had planned, so had just thrown on a short black spandex skirt and a tight fitted beige camisole, which exposed an inch of flesh between the waistband of the skirt and the hem of the top. Her long brown hair was pulled tightly into a ponytail on top of her head. She wanted to look fresh, yet sexy. She was confident she’d pulled it off.

  Blake quickly glanced at her then back to the television screen. "I didn't see anything, I swear," he told her.

  Vivian smiled for the first time that morning. "Liar."

  A small grin spread across his face, "Would it make you feel better if I said I saw, but didn't actually look. It was like a blur, really."

  At least he was trying to make light of the whole incident, that's a good sign. It would be hard seducing him if he couldn't relax around her.

  He looked good today. He was the type of man t-shirts and jeans were made for. The material of the t-shirt stretched across the large expanse of his muscular chest and arms. He also looked much more rested and that sexy twinkle was back into his eyes. She liked it. That was the Blake she knew and loved.

  "So where are we going? I hope it's someplace to eat since I don't seem to smell breakfast or lunch coming from the kitchen."

  "It is," he confirmed with a nod.

  "So you're all mine for the whole day?" she asked, with a coy smile spreading across her face.

  "Well, unless you have other plans. I was thinking yes," he affirmed, standing up.

  Vivian's smile broke into a wide grin. "Then I'm free."

  "Oh hey, what were you up to last night?" Blake asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

  Cocking her head to the side, she eyed him curiously. Did he know? How could he possibly know? Had he seen her? No, he hadn't, she decided. "Nothing much; why do you ask?"

  "I just saw that your running shoes were covered in mud and grass stains. Figured you must have had one hell-of-a night. Where were you?"

  Vivian was silent for a moment or two. Then told him the most believable excuse she could come up with. "I was at a house-party. It was outside in someone's backyard. I came home early."

  He nodded, his eyes narrowing at her as if trying to decide if he believed her or not. "I see," he walked over and slung an arm over her shoulders ushering her out of the living room and into the kitchen. "Ready for a fun-filled day?" he asked.

  Vivian looked up at him and smiled as she leant into him. His body felt warm and inviting against hers. She would have much preferred staying home and showing him just how grown up his stepdaughter could be, but she'd take what she could get. Looking up into his amused grey eyes she decided tonight would be the night she seduced her father.

  Chapter 3

  Looking over at Vivian sleeping in the passenger seat of the jeep, on their way home from six flags, Blake was happy with how the day had turned out. He had given it some thought that morning and figured a fun day at an amusement park might just be what they needed. Sure, she was twenty-one, and not ten, but who didn't love an amusement park, right!

  And it was a success! He’d had one of the most enjoyable days in a very long time, and he was certain she had as well. In addition, the excitement of the place kept him from thinking about her naked body as it walked past his room that morning. He felt almost as relaxed in her presence as he had before the sexual feelings towards her started to slowly eat away at him.

  However, now that she was asleep in the seat next to him, with the excitement of the park wearing off over the multi-hour drive home he was, once again, beginning to get those all-too-familiar feelings back. Of course, this time it was worse since he now knew what every inch of her spectacular body looked like.

  Her breasts were perfect. Breathtakingly perfect. Just big enough to would fit perfectly into his hands and they were perkier than he'd ever had the honour of seeing on any woman. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the image. He wasn't going to ruin a good day by allowing himself to obsess over her. Besides, it was close to midnight and they were almost home, a few more minutes and they'd be there.

  Vivian began to stir beside him and her brown eyes fluttered open just as they pulled into the driveway. She stretched her body in the seat, arching her back, causing her breasts to strain against the thin beige material covering them.

  "Home already?" she asked, with a lazy smile.

  "It's a quick drive when you sleep through it," he commented dryly, but his eyes held amusement in them. Shutting off the jeep he got out, with Vivian quickly following suit.

  "Oh hey," Vivian said, catching up to him on the porch and casually nudging him in the side.

  Blake raised an eyebrow at her then proceeded to unlock the front door.

  "The horror channel has an 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' movie marathon going on right now," she looked down at the watch she was wearing on her left wrist. "If we hurry we can have popcorn ready and be sitting in front of the television before the second movie begins.

  Opening the door Blake ushered her in before entering himself and closing the door behind them. Hmmm, A Nightmare on Elm Street marathon, he thought. He then considered that at the very least it wasn't the type of movie to promote thoughts he shouldn't be having of her.

  Finally, he nodded. "Alright, you'r
e on. As long as you take charge of the popcorn."

  She smiled at him. A genuine, sweet smile that lit up her whole face - even her eyes twinkled with delight. "Good, it's a date," she announced heading for the cupboard and pulling out a bag of microwave popcorn.

  Entering the living room, Blake flopped himself down on the sofa, and grabbed the remote, turning to the horror channel. As luck would have it, he tuned in just in time to see a very young Johnny Depp being pulled into his mattress. Seconds later an obscene amount of blood came spewing out of the hole he’d been sucked into.

  "Very nice," he grumbled, tossing the remote beside him as he wondered how he was ever going to sit through a marathon of that. Fuck. But, he'd already agreed and saying no to her wasn't one of his strong suits.

  Maybe I'll get lucky and doze off, he thought.

  The aroma of butter came into the room first, followed by an enthusiastic Vivian holding a large tub of popcorn in one hand and a couple of bottles of beer in the other.

  Alcohol. Good. That should help make the movies bearable.

  Setting the beer down on the coffee table in front of them, Vivian settled herself sideways, on the sofa, her back against the arm of the sofa and her bare legs draped over his lap. Oh dear god, he moaned inwardly. Her already short skirt lifted its way further up her bare legs to the point where, if he tilted his head just a couple of inches to the left, he'd be able to tell her the colour of her underwear, if of course she was wearing any.

  It's that line of thinking that's going to get your ass in trouble, Blake, he chided himself, Focus on Freddy; that should keep you from getting hard.

  But, it didn't. Instead, the feel of her ass each time it wiggled against his leg caused the urges to rise up within him. To make matters worse, to be comfortable, he had no option other than to lay his hands across her soft, bare legs.

  As they watched the movie, he subconsciously began to caress her outer thighs. The palms of his hands moved slowly over the soft, silky skin. While one hand massaged the muscles of her finely sculpted calf, the other found its way higher up her thigh, pushing her skirt up to the point where he no longer needed to lean to see she wore a black lace thong under the skirt.