Shhh... They Will Hear Us

Chapter 9

My shirt was a V-neck and easily covered her nicely when she was in an upright position sitting or standing. At this point, she was doing neither and as a result the neck opening hung down giving me and I presume the other guy a clear view of her small breasts and stiffened, rigid n*****s as she chased the change around the floor.

She really wasn't doing too well on the other end either, but had not turned herself that way yet. Despite my enjoyment of both her discomfiture and her inadvertent display of her most intimate areas, I decided to jump in before she showed him the Gates of Heaven.

"Uh Gretta?" I said, clearing my throat.

She stopped her mad scramble and looked up at me.

"Why don't you give the nice man his money and we can pick up the change later."

I think it was just dawning on her that she was showing a stranger sights no man should see until he had paid for a lot of nice dinners, because she was blushing furiously as she scrambled to her feet, holding his money in an outstretched hand.

Our waiter slowly and deliberately put his hands behind his back, clasping them together.

"Don't you want it?" Gretta asked in a somewhat plaintive voice.

There was a broad, friendly smile on his face and his eyes twinkled as he said, "Miss, I've enjoyed this call more than I can say. I believe a gratuity would be redundant at this point; I couldn't think of taking money from you. Looking over at me, his smile widened and he said, "Both of you have a delightful evening and if you want anything else, be sure to ask for Doug, I'll be on for the rest of the night if you need me."

He turned on his heel and left, plucking the "Do not disturb" signs out of the Welcome Basket and shut the door with a click. We could hear him slipping it into our card lock outside and then his footsteps faded into the carpeted hallway.

Like I said; savoir-faire.

Gretta collapsed onto the couch laughing and said, "That went well"

I tossed the pillow to one side along with my shirt and carrying my wineglass I walked over and retrieved hers. I was half way to the table before I realized Gretta was staring at me again. Looking down I could see that my erection was still very healthy. While it had softened enough to be bent partly over, it was still very much alive and kicking. Looking over at the clock I realized that the room service guy had only been in our room for a couple of minutes; it had just seemed longer.

I was about to make a self-depreciating remark but I realized that her gaze was riveted back on the screen so I continued with my task, refilling both our glasses and opening another bottle because we had nearly finished the first. When I turned back, she was staring at me again.

Gretta had turned the volume back up and the video was at a slow part. The brother and sister sitting completely dressed in a room being interviewed.

I handed Gretta her glass and sat down next to her. We both sipped wine and listened to the interview. They were talking about how they started to masturbate together after their first experience which Gretta and I had been watching a reenactment of.

The sister was saying, "I realized that if we didn't set some ground rules we'd be f*****g before we knew it. Her brother was nodding emphatically as she spoke.

"What kind of rules did you put into place?" the interviewer asked.

"Well at first, we tried having only one person undressed jacking off at a time." Her brother said. His sister broke in, "That didn't work."

"Someone was always left out and wound up in the bathroom doing it alone."

The scene suddenly changed and the sister was standing, entirely dressed in a short skirt and blouse watching her brother jack off. It was clear that he was excited, but also that he felt strange doing it with her just watching. She asked him, "Do you know what I'm going to do when you finish?"

"I think so" he gasped, his hand moving up and down his shaft briskly.

"I'm going to go in the bathroom and watch myself in the mirror."

"Are you going to play with your p***y?"

"Oh yes, I'm going to imagine you watching me, the way I'm watching you."

"That's what I did last time." He gasped, his c**k making a slippery sound as he rubbed it.

"You thought about me watching you?"

"Oh yes."

Next to me Gretta stirred and said, "David"

"Yes?"

I looked over at her and once again she was openly staring at my erection as she leaned back, hips undulating slightly back and forth.

"When we finish watching this I think I'm going to do the same thing she's going to do."

"OK" I gulped.

"I'm going to imagine that you're watching me play with myself."

"You are?"

"I hope you don't mind."

"How could I mind when I'm going to be doing the same thing."

"Imagining that I'm watching you?"

"Yeah"

"Watching you jack off?"

"Yes Gretta"

"Oh David, I hoped you were going to say that."

We both sat for a moment, nursing our individual lust. On the screen the story had intensified and the brother and sister in the story were clearly losing control. The sister was standing astride of her brother, her skirt stretched tight by her legs.

She leaned down to him so their faces were almost touching.

"If I let you watch me while I do it, will you promise no touching?"

"Oh yes, no touching."

"We can't start touching one another, you know what that leads to, don't you?"

"Yes." He had stopped rubbing and sat with his rigid c**k standing upright shining with the oil he had been using for lubrication.

"Tell me" she said in a husky voice with just the hint of unsteadiness, which betrayed her excitement, "What will happen if we start touching."

He began to stroke his c**k, slowly this time and spoke with relish, well aware of the effect his words were having on her. "If we start touching, then we'll start kissing and I'll be sliding this hard c**k between your legs against your wet cunt and pretty soon you'll be begging me to put it in just a little bit."

"His sister swallowed hard and said, "Go on."

"I'll want to real bad."

"Want to what?"

"I'll want to slide my c**k into your wet cunt and f**k you until we both come together. I'll want to play with your breasts while you slide up and down on my hard cock."

His sister took a shaky breath and said, "I love to hear you say that, give me a couple of minutes and remember no touching."

She turned on her heel and walked briskly into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.