Yowsers: A story written by my girl friend with some basis in truth ___________________ The night air was chilly and the Jacuzzi bubbling softly around us. She looked at him with a seemingly unquenchable hunger in her eyes and the unspoken question hung in the air. It was as if the two of them were in their own little world. She left the silky heat of the water. And he followed. No words were spoken I waited a few minutes and came into the house. He and she were kissing passionately in front of the TV that never goes off. He stopped and looked at me, she giggled. I turned off the TV and turned on the stereo to hauntingly beautiful music. He made as if he wanted to say something and I put my hand gently to his lips. I want to watch you make love to your wife, I said. He gave that superior smile to me, but at this point I didnt care. She looked at me in astonishment, jaw dropped open. No hang-ups tonight and no talking- just pleasure between friends. Do you think you can handle that? I asked. She nodded hesitantly and I sat down on the loveseat, my view unimpeded. He caressed her face and her eyes widened. His head bent gently around her curvaceous neck and he nibbled softly, slowly. Her eyes seemingly involuntarily closed. His hands rested lightly upon her back, just above her plump buttocks, but they didnt stay there. One hand strayed below to encircle a butt cheek and squeezed gently to sense the softness, the other hand came up to her neck and leisurely undid the tie holding back her beautiful red hair, it cascaded down her back and he stroked his fingers through it. Her hands were clutching onto him as if she was drowning, not a harsh clutching mind you, but as if one was experiencing a new sensation and unable to believe it was happening. She let her neck fall backwards and he grasped it in support allowing his fingers to gently massage his intention to pleasure her to the fullest, his lips steadily working around to an ear where he placed his tongue around the outer shell and he dipped and stroked. She whimpered and he pulled back abruptly, she took her hands and placed them at his head and drew him back to her ear. I watched. I could hear her breathing coming out in short, quiet pants and kind of half smiled. Her hands caressed his back in languorous circles, occasionally grasping a bit of skin when he hit a particularly sensitive section of her ear. I could see that her eyes were still closed and he managed to bring her slowly to the rug without missing a beat. His cheek rubbed lightly against her cheek and their breath intermingled, a soft kiss, another kiss, he drew back a bit and his tongue darted out to trace her lips. Her lips opened a bit and her tongue tip tentatively met his, his lips encircled her tongue and tenderly suckled upon it. He let his lips envelope her tongue and added pressure to deepen the kiss. She opened her mouth a bit wider and he slanted his lips increasing the ability to delve within. Her hands were roving to his buttocks where she grasped a cheek in each hand and kneaded slowly.