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2004 1K Bedtime Flash Contest
Third Prize

Watching Ellie

Ellie undressed slowly, watching herself in the mirror as she slid her jeans over her hips. She admired the way her nipples stuck out against the cotton of her tank top and decided that the one secret Victoria hadn’t figured out was that women didn’t need satin and lace to be sexy. Velvet panties and stockings were great, but to Ellie, nothing was more arousing than a woman in a pair of panties and a tank top. She slid her hands under the top and cupped both breasts, using her thumbs to run over the nipples. She could feel the dampness in her panties now, wanted to slide a hand into them and rub that little button, but she didn’t. These things took time, like a work of art. Anyone can throw paint at a canvas, it takes an artist’s patience to draw it out slowly, bringing the real beauty to life. She pulled her top off and admired the way her breasts bounced with the action. She let the top fall to the floor and swung her waist length hair around so that it partially covered her breasts. She rubbed the hair against her nipples, reveling in how silky it felt to her hand, but how coarse it felt against her sensitive nipples.

She felt sexy, standing there in the changing room of Wal-Mart, touching herself. Two weeks ago it was the bathroom at T.G.I.Fridays, last week she had masturbated while sitting against a tree at the river bank. A fisherman who was drift casting at the time saw her and dropped anchor. He watched her and Ellie had liked it. Eventually, he had pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked it in front of her, watching while she arched her back and pushed her fingers as deeply into her pussy as she could get. He came shortly after she did, tucked himself away neatly, weighed anchor and went back to trying to catch the big one. Ellie had pulled her panties back on and giggled all the way back to her car, imagining the ‘fish tale’ that guy would be spinning later in the evening and knowing not one of his buddies would ever believe it. They’d believe ya caught Moby Dick in a ditch first, she thought grinning. Since then, it was no longer the thought that she might get caught that excited her – it was the hope that she would that did it.

She ran her hands over her body, catching the edges of her panties with her fingers so she could slip them off. She turned her back to the mirror, watching herself as she bent all the way to the floor, exposing her ass as well as the full, wet lips of her sex. She slid a hand between her legs, running her fingers up and down her slit, teasing. Ellie reached forward, using one hand against the bench to brace herself as she started rubbing her clit, occasionally sliding a finger inside her. She looked back into the mirror, saw her sex glistening with wetness. She liked being able to see herself all wet and shiny. She turned and sat on the bench, opening her legs wide. Beautiful, sweet, pussy, she purred to herself. She rubbed her wet fingers on her nipples, coating them. With her left hand she lifted a breast to her mouth so she could lick it clean, the right hand going back to rub her pussy. She was getting into watching herself like this when she noticed the movement just to the side of the mirror.

Between the thin spaces where wall met wall, Ellie could see into the changing room next to her. The ‘watcher’ had smooth brown skin broken only by the pair of powder blue panties she wore. Ellie made eye contact with the girl, who at once blushed and looked away. When she turned back around, Ellie again met her eyes and held them. Ellie recognized the desire, the nervous, eager way the watcher licked her lips as Ellie worked her fingers slowly in and out of her sex. The girl stood there motionless for several minutes before she reached into her own panties. Ellie smiled at her, opening her legs further so her new friend could get a good view of what she wanted and was pleased when her watcher went to her knees to watch more closely. Ellie closed her eyes briefly, relishing the moment for as long as possible. When she opened them again, she was disappointed to see her watcher had disappeared. Only for a moment did Ellie lose her concentration. Only for a moment did she miss a stroke. Fuck her, she thought as she regained her rhythm.

Ellie’s eyes flew open wide when she felt the hand on hers, pulling her fingers out of her sex. She looked down to see that her watcher had crawled under the space between wall and floor and was now sucking Ellie’s juice from her fingers. Ellie had never considered this possibility before. She started to protest, but the girl ducked her head between Ellie’s legs and started sucking on her clit. Ellie opened her legs up wider and pulled the girl hard against her pussy. She felt the heat of her watcher’s mouth and gasped as the girl worked two fingers deep into her cunt. Ellie came hard, her cum coating the face between her thighs. They switched places then and Ellie took her time, once again the artist. She touched, stroked, and licked, building the tension as long as she could before she allowed the stranger release.

They spoke briefly, awkwardly afterwards, but Ellie didn’t bother getting her name. She was already trying to figure out where next week’s adventure would find her. Normally, she never did the same place twice. Maybe she would make an exception for Wal-Mart.

I write, it’s what I do. Poetry, short stories, novels, etc. I have written erotica off and on for years as a hobbie with this my first attempt at being published. It has always been a goal of mine to write a collection of short erotic stories as sort of a coffee table book of sensuality.

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To: Ariana Dark

Desdmona's Erotic Story Contests
2004 1K Bedtime Flash Contest
Third Prize