That night, while the moms watched game shows on TV and Wanda and Kitty read, Kitty passed Wanda a note. That made Wanda nervous. What would she do if it was a declaration of undying love? It’d be flattering but damned awkward.
In her bedroom, she read it.
Wanda, I have hatched a devious plot. Tomorrow, at breakfast, announce that you are going to spend the morning sunbathing again. It doesn’t matter if the moms offer to join you. I will myself, later. If you are alone, just put on the best show you can for our Peeping Tom. When I come up, I’ll knock 2-1-2. I’ll explain later.
Affectionately, your new Sis, Kitty-Kat.
P.S. Destroy this note.
Wanda tore it up and flushed it. ‘Curiouser and curiouser,’ as Alice would have said.
Come morning, she did as she was bid. The moms needed retail therapy, so they’d be driving to the nearest shopping mall, which was an hour and a half away. Taking that into consideration, Wanda took her new vibrator up with her. That’d help further Kitty’s ‘devious plot’ most likely, and, in any case, there was something about being watched while masturbating that was quite appealing. Would whoever it was masturbate while spying? It seemed likely. If he or she didn’t, it’d be a bit of an insult, wouldn’t it?
On the roof, in her ‘slingshot’ one-piece, Wanda blocked the door as Kitty had shown her how to do. She was wearing sunglasses so she could secretly watch the tower but no flashes showed so far. Her swimsuit, that wouldn’t be safe to swim in, was little more than a pouch for her pubes and two straps, each about two inches wide, to stretch over her nipples and link behind her neck. It was secured by a thin tape around her waist, tied with a bow. Striptease music would have been appropriate but she’d manage to put on a show without it. Kitty was fun! Wanda had never realised how good it would be to have a partner in crime. At least, not one who was a girl.
She arranged her lounger to give the best view to anyone in the tower and set the vibrator close at hand in an unspoken promise to her secret observer. There was a bar-sized fridge in the corner. She bent to search it, aiming her bum at any potential Peeping Tom. From behind, she’d look naked. There was wine, pop, water and ice in the fridge. Wanda filled a small plastic bucket with ice and selected a Lime Perrier.
Sprawled on her lounger, Wanda contrived to ‘accidentally’ brush the strap over her right breast aside. She pulled it back up but so sloppily that it slid off again.
Was the Peeper watching? He’d likely be a tall cowboy, his Stetson pushed back out of the way, his shirt off because he’d been working so hard. He’d have a rangy body, all whipcord and leather, with broad flat pectorals that bore tiny dark, and hard, nipples. There’d be a thin line of black curls from his navel down to his pubic hair. Pubic hair? Oh yes, he’d have pushed his jeans down to his knees. As he gazed through the telescope at her, he’d be slowly stroking up and down the full length of an erection that was so hard it quivered.
Wanda licked her lips. Her right hand fumbled an ice cube from the bucket. Its chill bit into her naked nipple, making hard flesh even harder. Exaggerating her response, Wanda arched up from the lounger and bit her lip. Another cube. Brush the other strap aside. Torment both nipples at once. Gasp! Pant a little. Now both cubes to her right nipple, pinching it between them. By then, it was so chilled it barely felt the torment but Wanda’s face showed as much lust as she could contrive.
What next? Should she use the vibrator? Was the unknown voyeur ready for that, or should she tease some more? One thing was sure. If he was watching, as she and Kitty suspected, she’d give him his money’s worth and for long enough that his stroking would become frantic and he’d come hard and strong.
Teasing was so much fun!
More ice in each hand. The right covered her right breast and massaged the fistful of cold into her skin. Her left …? Her left hand dripped ice-water in a trail down to her pubes and dug under the tiny pouch that barely covered her mound. When she poked a melting cube between the lips of her sex, Wanda jerked for real. That was cold!
She was hotter. Wanda could feel the ice melting and cold water filling her until it overflowed and saturated her slingshot where it held her most delicate flesh. It felt weird, but nice, even though her clit was chilled to total numbness.
She’d remember this for when she finally got to play with Henry. ‘Darling, please chill my clit with ice, till I can’t feel it, then warm it up with your mouth and tongue.’ Frozen fingers always tingled painfully when they defrosted. It’d likely be twice as bad when it was her poor clit that felt the blood-flow return.
There she was, imagining the perverted pleasure of pain again. What was wrong with you, Wanda? What would Dr Sullivan think of this?
What was she? Fantasist? Masochist? Both voyeur and exhibitionist. Bisexual? And she’d enjoyed being laced up tightly in that waspie. Was that another kink? And her Teddy? Damn, she was a one-woman catalogue of perversion. How could she stand to live with herself?
While there was still ice in her pouch, Wanda put the plastic toy down there. With her clit so numb, it felt kind of weird. She felt the vibrations in her pubic bone more than anywhere, and yet her horniness level was rising. She bore down harder, right on her clit, which she wouldn’t have been able to stand if not for the ice. It still felt like almost nothing was happening but suddenly Wanda experienced flow and release, just like a climax but without the jolt of joy. Interesting. Live and learn. Experiment and experience. She resolved to never turn down trying new ways to enjoy sex, except for the yucky ones, of course.
What next? How to hold the voyeur’s interest now that she’d already climaxed? Fake something? Somehow, that seemed distasteful.
There was a series of knocks, two, one, two. Kitty! That solved her problem. Wanda unbarred and opened the door. Kitty slipped in wearing a man’s shirt that she was holding together. Wanda spread her arms for a hug but her friend shrugged her shirt off first, leaving herself in just a pair of the stretch denim shorts that Wanda had treated her to.
Kitty closed the hug before Wanda had a chance to adjust, with lots of skin-on-skin and some unnecessary wriggling.
‘We should kiss,’ Kitty whispered into Wanda’s ear. ‘You know, for the watcher.’
‘Uh-uh. I’m being faithful to Henry, remember.’
‘Until you marry him, at least. Fair enough. It’s a complicated line you are drawing between what’s “allowed” and what’s “taboo”, but it’s your line. Let me be straight with you, Wanda, sweetheart, sooner or later I’m going to get into your panties, so resign yourself to it.’
‘Que sera sera.’ Wanda had qualms. She was hetero, right? Mainly? Being so horny and doing without for these past months had made her vulnerable, and Kitty was a very attractive young woman. Perhaps Wanda had led the girl on, just a bit? When it came down to it, though, she was in love with a wonderful, if frustrating, man. Once their marriage was being consummated on a regular basis she wouldn’t need or even be interested in sex with other people. Right? Right! She’d better redraw that line. It’d be fairer to Kitty, who seemed to be crushing on her.
‘Do you think it worked?’ she asked. ‘Was my performance fruitful or in vain?’
‘Oh, you were watched, all right.’
‘How do you know?’
‘The door to the tower is locked, from the inside.’
‘Tell me, then! Who is it?’
‘I don’t know yet, but we’ll soon find out.’
‘Grrrr! You are so frustrating, Kitty.’
‘If you’re frustrated …’ Kitty reached for Wanda.
Wanda skipped back a step. ‘Lookee, lookee but no touchee, no feelee, remember?’
‘And you call me frustrating?’ The girl looked at the wet patch on Wanda’s lounger. ‘Oh boy, did you ever –’
‘It’s ice. Melted ice, that’s all.’
‘Of course it is.’
‘I don’t do that … squirting thing.’
‘I could teach you how,’ Kitty offered, ‘but I’m a “hands on” teacher.’
‘Will you stop it? Now, do you or do you not know who the Peeper is?’
‘I don’t know who it is but I soon will, all being well.’ Kitty skinned out of her shorts and lay down, vibrator in hand. ‘That’s all I’m going to tell you for now, so don’t be a bug, please, OK?’
‘I can be patient,’ Wanda lied. ‘When will you know?’
‘Soon.’ Kitty turned the base of her toy to ‘on’ and parted her thighs. ‘Now, if you don’t want to play, I have some pent-up lust to discharge. You’re welcome to watch me, or our Peeper can get an exclusive.’
‘Fuck!’ Wanda, uncharacteristically, said. She sat on her own lounger, avoiding the wet spot, and said, ‘As I’m already here, carry on then. Do it.’