Her facial features softened despite the harsh makeup as she melted under his tongue, shaking and shivering with pleasure. Mesmerized by her tiny, triangular tits, I found the contrast with my own round, pendulous breasts very exciting. I pressed the whole of my body harder against the cold, unyielding floor, gently rocking back and forth, more turned on by what I was seeing and feeling than I had ever been by anything before. As I watched her come, a soft pink blush crept across her cheeks and chest, warming up that pale olive skin, I quickly held my thumb against my own clitoris. My own orgasm, which arrived in seconds, was as wordless as hers was noisy. Exhausted, I crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep to the sound of two voices chatting, jazz records playing, and occasionally the odd wisp of smoke. Now that I knew what it signified, I really didn't mind it at all.

I slept fitfully the next night, half waiting for the smell to wake me up. When it did, I was ready. This time I pulled off my negligee right away so that I could achieve maximum friction between my bare skin and the floor of my apartment. I lay down on the floor, my legs cold and bony on the waxed wooden surface, my top half teased and tickled by the old rug, an empty wine half-bottle to double up as a dildo clutched in my hand. I wanted to know how it felt to have something inside me while I played with my clit. Below me the lovers, unaware of my spying, lay on their sides, lips and legs locked together. When she parted her legs, I could see his dick sliding in and out of her dark little pussy. With my fingers inside me, I fucked the floor, pushing my hips down into my knuckles, using all my body weight to intensify the sensation. The quicker they fucked, the faster I rubbed my clitoris and, at the last minute, penetrated myself with the neck of the bottle, a cold, slippery rod that filled me up inside. Again, their own orgasms were so beautiful and powerful to watch that they triggered my own. My pussy gripped the cool solid glass of the bottle neck in sweet, painful spasms. Once I'd had my climax, I could experience the deep oblivious slumber that comes after the release of huge tension.