How Amy Witnessed Two Girls Hooking Up in Her Apartment Building's Lane Way
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38-year-old Australian recruitment coordinator Amy from Sydney had a busy life balancing her full-time job at a large global organisation and her family life at home with two young kids and husband. This is the story of how she became an unexpected voyeur one late night, witnessing two girls sneaking into the bushy lane way in between apartment buildings from outside of her kitchen window.
Amy lived on the second floor in her apartment building on a block full of other apartments that had main road and back lane way entrances. It was a quiet and family-friendly inner-city neighborhood close enough to Sydney’s CBD and multiple famous beaches. She had the corner apartment, with a balcony facing the back laneway and her living room and kitchen windows facing the other next-door building.
From her kitchen window she also had a perfect view of a small lane way that the neighboring building had which connected their garbage disposal room and a small courtyard that was only accessible to 1 or 2 ground floor apartments. The pathway was surrounded by long bushes that made it hard to be noticed by other floors in Amy’s building, the first floor was too low to see anything and the higher floors could only see it if their residents hung out of the windows looking straight down. Amy often noticed it when doing her dishes or cooking, as the view was directly in front of the window. At night time, the pathway was lit up by small porch lights but generally Amy never noticed anyone using it. It seemed restricted, an area only a groundskeeper would use.
Most of her days were spent at work and with her kids in the evenings. She sometimes brought back work to do at home, but often also had free family time to enjoy. Once a month though, she had a well-deserved and much needed girls’ night out. She had two sons, her husband, and a team of mostly male colleagues at work. Every chance she had to catch up with female friends was a blessing.
Her voyeur moment happened after one fateful girls’ night out. When she saw something, she could never unsee.
Amy came home that Friday night around 1130 PM. Her husband had fed the kids and they were asleep, and so was he on the living room couch with the TV still playing. He also forgot to do the dishes and left them in a messy state on the kitchen counter.
She did not mind cleaning them up, it would not take her very long and it was also not enough to spoil her mood. She decided not to wake him yet and got to work in the kitchen, keeping the lights off as the TV provided enough for her see while washing up.
Not even a minute into running the water and preparing her sponge, she noticed two girls sneaking through the pathway outside holding each other’s hands and looking around to not get caught. Amy did not recognize them, but noticed they looked pretty and dressed up like after a night out. They looked young, but obviously old enough to come back late from drinking and partying.
Most likely in their late teens or early twenties and judging by their sneaking around, probably still lived with their parents. Amy momentarily stopped what she was doing and curiously watched them from behind the sink. What were they up to? – she thought.
There was a small patch of bush missing along the pathway for what looked like the air conditioning vent for the building. Amy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head in disbelief, when she saw one of the girls push her friend up against it and grabbed her head for an instant kiss. It looked like they could not wait for this to happen, and the small patch there was enough to hide them from the main pathway if any onlookers came. Little did the girls know, Amy saw it all unfold from her kitchen.
The girls looked like a similar height and the one who was pushed against the vent wore a revealing short black skirt and top only covering her shoulders and breasts. The belly button was showing, something Amy saw the girl’s friend take advantage of later.
The other girl wore a summery dress that fell to just around her knees and left her shoulders and neckline open. Amy could not tell what color the dress was at night time but it looked classy, she could tell both girls were blonde or at least a lighter shade of hair color.
The girls quickly wrapped their hands around each other, pulling in for a hungry make out that was clearly a secret to anyone but themselves and now also Amy. Their bodies pressed against each other and the girl in the skirt used her free hand to pull her friend closer by grabbing her booty from behind.
The girls’ heads were tiling back and forth, a sign their tongues were looking for each other making the lips adjust to the movements. Eventually both girls’ hands let go of their embrace and grabbed each other by the ass cheeks firmly. This motion pulled in the girl in the dress even closer to her friend, causing her to break free of their kiss and focus on her friend’s neck. And as soon as the neck kissing started, the other girl tilted her head up and seemingly closed her eyes to enjoy the moment.
Amy stood frozen at the kitchen sink. Something made her quickly check the husband was still sleeping and then resumed watching the girls. As if she would be the one getting caught doing something.
She never imagined herself to be in this position. Normally, Amy did not have any thoughts about other women. She tried a thing or two with a friend growing up, in the experimental days, but never had the temptation to explore it further. She was happily married and enjoyed taking care of her sons.
But the more she watched the girls play with each other, the more wet her panties were becoming. And oddly enough, Amy’s mind was blank. She was in total awe of what was unfolding outside, frozen in the moment with the excitement of witnessing something that she was not supposed to. Seeing the girls pleasuring each other was powerful, Amy’s mind would later replay many of the images she sa w that night and it would turn her on each time.
Outside, the girl in the dress started to feel up her friend’s breasts while giving her neck long strokes with her tongue. Amy could see how open her mouth was, how far the tongue reached from the shoulders up to behind the ears and how the girl in the skirt moaned at the sensation. The knees were getting weaker and her body was slightly bending forward using her friend for balance.
Amy was so fixated on watching the girls hooking up she lost track of time. In the back of her mind, she sincerely hoped her husband and kids would not wake up and interrupt her. Even though she was merely doing the dishes, she felt a strong urge to keep watching and see just how far the girls would go.
When the girls went back to kissing each other again, they also together pushed and folded up the girl’s skirt. From an angle, Amy could see the girl’s panties and one of her legs. The other girl leaned into her friend, and while kissing also used a hand to rub on her friend’s crotch over the panties. Her whole hand covered the girl’s slit and motioned up and down to which her friend responded by pushing her hips forward and holding onto her friend in an embrace.
They looked infatuated with each other. And noticeably experienced. Amy wondered how many other late nights the girls may have hooked up there before she witnessed them in action.
The girl rubbing on her friend gradually began to kiss down the neckline and went for the cleavage area. There, she hungrily kissed her friend’s inner breasts without opening her top. The girl being touched and rubbed on gently held her friend’s head and caressed the back, showing signs of encouragement.
Moments later, Amy’s breath stopped, and she felt the sponge in her hand slip and fall into the sink. The girls were going to go all the way, and it gave Amy chills throughout her stomach and lower back. Her own panties dampened so much she felt them stick to her inner lips, becoming wetter and stickier from just watching the scene unfold.
Being guided by her friend, the girl in the dress crouched down to directly in front of her friend’s panties. She used her hands to balance on either side of the friend’s body, and without hesitation leaned her face forward.
The girl in the skirt held the other by the head and leaned back with her legs firmly on the ground and slightly spread open to allow for easy access. This time, she did not look up in pleasure but rather kept looking down at her friend below her waist. She gently caressed her friend’s back of the head and sometimes helped to part the girl’s hair from in front of her face so it would not get in the way.
Then, in one swift motion, the girl in the dress used a hand to pull aside her friend’s panties. She made a couple of long and slow strokes with her tongue. Lapping up her friend’s wet lips from the bottom up, and each time in between the licks looked up at her friend for a couple of seconds. Even though Amy was not with them, she could see and feel the intimacy between the girls, and it set her own panties on fire with desire.
Amy also checked on her husband again, making sure he was still sleeping. Please do not wake up, please do not wake up, please – not now! She pleaded in her mind.
The brief pauses in between the slow and long licks stopped. The girl in the dress was now face-first into her friend’s crotch, munching at her with a deliberate intensity that visibly showed how much she was also into it as much as her friend was moaning to it.
Using her whole mouth, the girl was on a mission to suck the soul out of her friend through the sticky and sweet inner slit. The girl standing sometimes swayed the crouching girl’s head from side to side, showing to Amy just how close the entire mouth was on top of the lips. The girl’s nose was pressed up against her friend’s lower stomach and she never broke her tongue contact. It was a tongue lashing that seemed to go on for more than 5 minutes.
One time, the girl in the skirt pushed her friend’s head away from her crotch. Only for her friend to push back in, ignoring her and continuing to eat.
What happened next even surprised the girl in the dress, as she quickly placed her hand on her own mouth to stop any loud noises. Her body jolted when the crouching girl used a hand to reach in between the legs below where the mouth was licking.
Being that her tongue was still active, Amy assumed the girl inserted a finger inside her friend for extra pleasure. The girl’s hand movements certainly seemed to suggest she was fingering her friend.
It was apparent to Amy the girl in the skirt was experiencing a build up for a climax. Both of her hands were clutched to her face, her hips were forward, and her crouching friend was ferociously trying to get her off with both the entire mouth and with fingering. The girl’s body started shaking and after a long and powerful 60 seconds the girl finally let go of her own mouth and placed her hands again on the crouching girl’s head.
The fingering seemed to have stopped, but the girl in the dress was still gently licking her friend. Until both hands pushed her away again and this time, she stood up from her position.
The girl in the skirt looked a bit frazzled, staring in front of herself momentarily without moving much. Her friend in the dress helped to adjust the panties and fixed the skirt before tying her own hair in a bunch.
Amy was surprised to see the girl in the dress not wiping her mouth, whatever stickiness she may have had around her lips from eating she proudly wore like a badge of honor.
Moments later the girls both reached for their clutch bags and took out their phones, presumably to check for any messages and what time it was. Amy herself checked to see and it was a few minutes after midnight.
The girls checked their phones for a few minutes, kissed each other again and discreetly snuck out back into the lane way. After that, Amy lost sight of them and could not see in which direction they were headed.
Amy felt like she snapped back into reality after being in a fantasy for 30 minutes. She felt the need to freshen herself up in order to hide her wet panties in case her husband might notice. First, she forced herself to give the dishes a quick rinse and then snuck around the apartment to the bedroom’s en suite bathroom. Trying her best not to wake anybody.
She tossed her clothes into the laundry basket, washed her face and brushed her teeth. When she felt calm again and cooled down, she gently woke her husband from the couch, and they went to bed to sleep. He did not notice anything. He asked her if she had a fun night and fell asleep again once his head hit the pillow. Amy lay awake for nearly another 30 minutes with a permanent grin on her face, not being able so erase the image from the two girls.
Each day following that night when she had her early morning moments to herself and showered, the imagination of witnessing the girls hooking up was powerful enough for Amy to give herself a quickie. The desire to see the girls do it again was so strong that once she used the shower’s water stream and her own fingers, she was able to get herself off in no time. 5 minutes and less sometimes.
For many nights she also frequently went to the kitchen late at night to see if the girls were there again. Sometimes to pretend like getting a drink or a snack, other times deliberately leaving the dishes after dinner so she could do them by herself when the husband was occupied on the couch.
But for many nights the girls were not there. Amy felt worried she may have witnessed a one-off hook up between girls that perhaps met each other during that night out only.
Luckily for Amy, the girls would make a triumphant return to the same spot a few weeks later. And even more fortunately for her, it would happen on the night her husband was out for his boys’ night.
Find out more in the follow up to Amy’s story.
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