There was nothing to do but jump. As she sailed through the darkness, she felt that she was almost there, but her foot slipped off the rock she had jumped to and she went sprawling. She caught herself on her hands, her arms going into the icy water up to her elbows, and one leg was submerged.
She got up and noisily slogged through the water to the other bank and climbed up on the muddy slope. Now she was really in bad shape. Her shoes were like sponges as he feet warmed the water in them. Her pants and sweater were covered with mud and her knee hurt. She sat there breathing hard in the mud, holding on to a slender tree to keep from sliding back down the bank.
Ann was pissed at herself for making this perverted hike. She should have stuck to her decision not to go peeking. But by the time she climbed the bank and saw the Apples' windows again, she felt all her lust return. She forgot about her muddy clothes and sore knee, and continued toward the house.
Now that she was that close, she began to feel the excitement of being a prowler in the night, and that was on top of her sexual excitement. Since crossing the stream, she was on the Apples' property, and that made a big difference.
She watched for signs that someone might be outside, but she didn't hear or see anything as she went from tree to bush to tree, creeping up on the house like a cat sneaking up on a bird. When she got to the small pine tree near the house, she looked around carefully. Then she noticed Ted's Jeep in the driveway.
That seemed like a bad sign, she thought. If the Apples had Ted over, they wouldn't be doing anything interesting until he left, and then she would have to hide from him when he came out to get into his Jeep. Once again, she was wishing she hadn't bothered with this trip, but now that she was so close, she would have to try and see something interesting.
Taking up a deep breath, she moved to the side of the house and sidled up to a window. The drapes weren't drawn, and she had to be careful not to be seen. Peeking around the edge of the drape, Ann looked into the living room.
Ted was there and so was Betty. Phil Apple was sitting in an easy chair and Sarah was changing a record on the stereo. Ann began to feel foolish after fighting her way through the field to find herself looking in on an innocent evening among friends. Her lust was evaporating and she was almost ready to go home.
When the record started playing, Sarah began moving her hips to the rhythm. Ann remembered how she looked on the Taylors' bed, fucking, and she wasn't surprised to see that she was a good dancer, too. She was obviously a woman whose body was important to her. Ann watched Sarah dance over to where Ted was sitting on the couch.
She stood over him, shaking her hips, and motioned for him to get up and dance with her. Ted slowly rose until his long body was erect, then he began copying Sarah's sensuous wiggling. He danced stiffly at first, but Sarah put her hands on his hips and moved him more energetically. Ted picked up the beat and began moving with the funky rhythm.
Sarah was a lot shorter than Ted and they looked funny dancing together, but Sarah was taller than Betty. She had short, brown hair and a nice figure. Ann supposed she was a few years older than her, but she was in great shape. Phil was short, about the same height as his wife, and good-looking. He was muscular and athletic-looking.
As Sarah and Ted danced, Betty got up and went to where Phil was sitting and sat down on the arm of his chair. That seemed strange, Ann thought, but when she saw Sarah and Ted bring their bodies together a they moved to the music, things began to fall into place. Ann couldn't quite believe her suspicions until she saw Phil reach around Betty's waist and grab her tit.
Suddenly, Ann realized that instead of her being disappointed, she should be thrilled. She'd stumbled onto a voyeur's drew. It seemed strange that Ted had never told her and Tom about his arrangement with the Apples, but they'd only known him for a short time. Ann wondered if Ted and Betty had ever thought about joining her and Tom for these games.
Ann's lust was returning with more power than ever. She watched Phil's hand move around on Betty's tit, and then saw the girl fall into Phil's lap. They kissed as Sarah and Ted kept dancing in a tight embrace.
Then Ted bent to Sarah's upturned face and they kissed. Watching the two kissing couples gave Ann a rush of perverted pleasure. Were they going to fuck right there in the living room? she wondered.
Phil was already moving his hand up Betty's sweater, and Ann could see his hand under the woven material, creeping over the girl's tit. Betty's hand was out of sight in Phil's lap, but by the movements of her shoulder, Ann could tell that she was rubbing the guy's prick.
Ted was leaning over Sarah and reaching down to her ass, taking the shapely cheeks into a tight grip. Ann could imagine how Sarah could feel his prick pressing into her belly through his jeans. Sarah's tits were squeezed out of the sandwich of their bodies. Then, Ted dipped down, bending his knees, and grabbed Sarah around the waist. When he stood straight again, Sarah's feet came off the floor. She was danced around the room in his strong arms. They kissed again as they moved around the room.
When Ann looked back at Phil's chair, she saw him helping Betty pull her sweater off. Ann moved her face a little closer to the window to get a good look at those boobs. She seemed to be getting more and more interested in women's bodies.
Phil reached around Betty and unfastened the bra. When if dropped away from her tits, Ann saw the lovely things pulled down slightly with their own weight. She gasped when she watched Phil lift one of those hanging globes to his face and kiss it.
Ann grabbed her own tit inside her muddy sweater. This was just what she'd hoped for. To stand outside a window and play with herself while watching others make love. Her cunt was screaming for attention, but Ann let it stew in its juice for a while. She would play with her cunt when one of the chicks in the house had her cunt played with.
Ted finally carried Sarah over to the couch and laid her down on it. Ann had a good view as he knelt beside her and carefully began undressing the woman. She lay still as he unbuttoned her blouse, then moved just enough to let him get the garment off her. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and her tits were spread out over her chest in her supine position.
Ted leaned over her and brought his mouth down on one nipple. Ann saw the skin of her tit rise as Ted sucked it into his mouth and lifted his head. Then he lowered his face onto the pillow of flesh and made his nose and chin disappear into the softness.
When Ted lifted his head again, he moved down to Sarah's waist and opened the button of her slacks. Sarah lifted her ass and helped Ted pull the slacks over her wide hips. Then Ted dragged them off her legs.
Ann watched Ted lay his face on the woman's belly and his hand on the bulge in her bikini undies. He slid his face around, bringing it over her crotch. Ann could imagine what it would be like to snuggle her face against the soft mound under the nylon undies. Ann touched the crotch of her jeans just hard enough to feel the pressure in her starving twat.
Ted pulled Sarah's panties off, leaving her lying naked on the couch. Ted began to undress as Sarah lay there holding her own tits. Ann watched Ted's body come into view with greedy eyes. When he pulled his jeans off, she saw that the waistband of his shorts were held away from his belly by his stiff prick. He pulled off his shorts and his prick stood out in front of him like a battering ram.
Ann hadn't seen a prick to equal that one in a long time. It was like everything else about Ted – big. He sat down on the edge of the couch beside Sarah and she reached for that bat. As she grabbed it, Ann envied her, but she was keeping busy with her own body.