8. Time to watch
I nuzzle behind Paige’s ear before gently rolling off her and pulling her close after our breathing steadies. She twists and presses her back to me, and my cock shifts against her firm ass, still hard. I wrap my arm around her, lifting my hand to cup one breast. I glance out the window, wondering how Amy and Leah are progressing. Paige stiffens as the light in the cabin next door flickers through their open window.
“Turn off the lights,” Paige whispers, and I laugh as I roll back and slide from the bed. “They can’t hear us,” I say and flick the switch, bathing us in darkness. Crawling back behind Paige, I resume my position as the big spoon.
“Shhh,” Paige says with a giggle. “I want to listen to them! You're moving too loud.”
I swallow my laugh, quietly kissing behind her ear.
Their room is bathed in a soft glow, lit by flickering candles that line the opposite window. The pair comes into focus as our eyes adjust to the darkness of our room, and the backlight in their cabin turns their window transparent. My phone rings, and I pause to think where it is.
“It’s out in the kitchen,” Paige says, urgently tapping my thigh.
I kiss her shoulder, roll out again, and disconnect my phone from the charger. Amy is calling, and I hit the button to put her on speaker.
“Hey, you,” I say softly, climbing back in with Paige. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“Fuck, yes. You're an animal, babe,” Amy says in a husky voice. “Did you see my tits pressed against the glass?”
“That was you?” I blink and focus on the glow from the open window. The room is lit, but no one is in sight. “Where are you?”
“That was me while Leah was behind me doing unmentionable things to my feminine parts." I snicker, trying not to laugh aloud. "Be patient. You guys gave us a show. It’s our turn.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait,” Paige moans as I curl behind her, my cock stiffening and pressing into her warm ass. I toss the phone next to her after turning the speaker on.
“Are you both watching?” Amy asks in a low whisper that makes me smile.
The four of us are the only people within miles; we can be as loud as we want. But the whispers and the idea of people watching us while we’re unaware heightens the mood. I moan when Paige reaches back, wraps her hand around my cock, and strokes as it grows from arousal.
“We’re watching,” Paige says, her voice also quiet. It’s eerie in the soft light of our room, where the only illumination comes from the window across the way. “What do you want us to do?”
“Relax and enjoy, love,” Leah replies to her wife. “I want you to see what Amy does to me.”
“What’s she going to do?” Paige asks as her fingers slide under my balls and squeeze. I moan softly, staring into the empty window.
“Watch.” Leah's voice is husky, and we go silent.
We hear a noise, and I think they’ve placed the phone on the dresser just off-screen. Like ours, theirs is on speakerphone, and I hear their hushed whispers, a kiss, and a moan.
“That’s tight enough,” Leah says cryptically.
A moment later, Leah walks to the bed like an actress strolling in from stage right. She is naked; her soft curves are different than Paige’s lean, sinewy build. Her breasts bounce as she crawls on the bed, moving until she lowers her head to a pillow, turning to look out the window. I trace my hand along Paige’s side and nuzzle behind her ear.
“She’s beautiful,” I tell Paige.
“Gorgeous,” Paige sighs in response as I move my hand to her breast.
Movement in the window draws my attention, and Amy strides into view. She’s topless, one hand cupping and squeezing her breast. Her free hand is at her waist, and I growl, watching her stroke the long, flesh-colored dildo extending from a black harness strapped around her waist. I wasn’t expecting to watch something like this.
My hand moves down Paige’s body, sliding between her thighs. She lifts her thigh, granting me access to her slick pussy, and I trace my finger along her slit and circle her clit, slowly teasing.
Across the way, Amy crawls behind Leah and grips her ass with both hands. She pulls hard, staring at Leah as she turns to look over her shoulder.
“Fuck me, Amy.” Leah’s voice comes from the phone just above our head, which adds to the cinematic effect of watching the scene through the window frame. Her voice is deep and thick with need. “Fuck me like I’m your whore.”
“Mmmm,” Paige says quietly, and I wonder if it’s loud enough for them to hear. She raises her voice, lifting her head to speak toward the phone. “Kurt likes the dirty talk. His dick just pulsed hearing you beg, slut.”
“Hold on, Leah.” Amy’s voice sounds husky as she guides the tip of the dildo up and down Leah’s pussy. Their angle is enough for us to see the head spread Leah open. When Amy thrusts firmly, Leah screams in response.
“Oh fuck,” she mutters, the sound muffled as her head presses down into the pillow. She twists to look out the window. “Your cock is so huge!”
The pair go at it, Amy punching her hips as Leah pushes her hips back. The sounds of their flesh smacking together carries through the phone’s speaker as the intensity of their fucking grows with each second. Paige moans as I drive two fingers inside her, keeping time with Amy’s pace.
“Fuck,” Paige exclaims, looking back at me. “I want you inside me.
Rising on her knees, she crawls toward the window, mirroring her wife’s position as she lowers her head to the sheets. She twists to look at me as I get on my knees, spreading her juices and coating my rigid shaft.
“I think you’re bigger,” Paige whispers with a grin.
“Good girl,” I snort laugh. When my crown presses into her opening, I thrust, and in one firm motion, I sink deep inside her tight, slick walls. The feel of her pussy stretching around my steely rod draws a guttural moan from my chest.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Paige's raspy voice rises as I begin to fuck her hard and fast.
“He’s fucking you again, isn’t he?” Moans break up Leah’s voice as she gasps while Amy keeps slamming into her from behind.
“So good,” Paige replies, and I groan as she works his hips and thighs, twisting her tightness around my cock. “Babe, I want to come with you.”
“You’d better hurry,” Leah whines over the phone, whimpering. We watch Amy grab a hank of her hair and yank her head back. “Oh fuck. Yes! Drill me, you slut.”
Leah’s screams and my grunts muffle Amy’s response as I pound into Paige. I want her to fall apart with her wife. I reach over Paige’s back, grip her short hair, and tug her as Amy did to Leah. She screams out, and I can feel her thighs shake.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl loudly, hoping Leah hears me. “Come for me. Come around my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” The married couple chant in unison as Amy and I look at each other. I don’t think she can see me, but she can see her reflection, and I match her tempo. She tosses her head back, and I know she’s close to the edge from the dildo’s base thumping on her clit.
“Oh my fucking god!” Amy cries as her back arches. I can see her thighs twitch as she buries her fake cock into Leah, her voice rising into a scream of bliss.
“Mother fuck,” Paige cries as she stiffens, and I feel her cunt clamp around me.
It’s too much, and I slam inside her, spurting my second release inside her while the sounds of the four of us crashing into climaxes echo in the room. When I look up, Leah is sprawled on her back, Amy's body resting on top, the dildo tossed to one side. They embrace and kiss as I pull out from inside Paige. She twists onto her back, and I slide between her open thighs, kissing her as our hearts slow and our breathing steadies.
I relax into her, and everything goes black when the light from the other cabin goes dark.
“Don’t wake us till lunch,” Leah’s voice is louder, and I can tell she’s holding the phone again. “Sleep well, my love. Good night, Kurt.”
The phone clicks off, and Paige and I laugh before kissing again. We shift under the covers and get comfortable—Paige’s tall, willowy body curves inside mine as I spoon behind her and close my eyes.
It’s been a wonderful, surprising day. I never expected to meet old friends when I drove into the mountains. I certainly didn’t expect to fuck two of them without any drama or jealousy. I think about the rest of the weekend and Leah sleeping next door. Will she be next? I push the invasive thought from my mind and focus on enjoying the warmth of Paige curled in front of me. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ll need my rest.