Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  “Ah, that’s a lovely sight.”

  Evidently G-J could indeed see her, although she still wasn’t sure if it really was through a telescope, or via some internal CCTV.

  “Stand a little more to your left, there’s a reflection hindering my view.”

  Sophie did as she was told.

  “Good, now take a step closer to the glass.”

  Again she obeyed, her face now just six inches from the window.

  “Perfect. Now, I want you to touch your breasts.”

  After hesitating for only a split second, she raised her hands and cupped her soft mounds of flesh, letting her fingers trace over her nipples.

  “Hmm, you have lovely breasts. Pull your nipples, Sophie. I can see them quite clearly from here, so I want to see you pull them.”

  Sophie did as instructed. She could hear G-J breathing heavily through her phone, and wondered if he was masturbating while he watched her.

  “Keep stroking your breasts with one hand, but with your other I want you to touch yourself between the legs.”

  Sophie looked across the city, wondering if anyone else was watching. Leaving her left hand stroking her nipple, she reached down with her right and slid her fingers through the silken hair. Pushing a little further, her finger slipped between her swollen outer lips and brushed her clit, causing her to catch her breath.

  “Are you wet there, Sophie?”

  Sophie unconsciously looked towards the voice coming from the phone, then turned back to face the buildings across the river. She shook her hair back from her face. “Yes.”

  She heard him chuckle, his breathing still clearly audible. There was an echo which made her think he was also using the loudspeaker option. She wondered if he had one hand on the telescope and the other on his cock.

  “How wet are you?”

  She added a second finger, sliding them back through her folds, one either side of her clit. Her breathing became heavier. “I’m very wet. Soaking.”

  “Good. Let me see you suck your juices from your fingers.”

  A smile spread over her face. She withdrew her fingers and raised her hand slowly to her face. Then she stared at the office building directly opposite and sensuously took both fingers into her mouth, closing her eyes as she did so. If he wanted a show, she was going to oblige.

  “Do you like how you taste?” His voice was quieter, more intimate.

  She released her fingers. “Oh yes.”

  “Have you tasted it before?”

  “Many times.”

  “Do you often lick your fingers?”

  Sophie shook her head slowly. “No, I usually taste my juices on a cock that’s been inside me.”

  Another low chuckle. “Yes, of course. And how about other women’s juices—have you tasted those?”

  “Yes.” Sophie knew the sorts of things he wanted to hear. “I’ve tasted other women’s juices on cocks that have been inside them, and I’ve also tasted it straight from the source.”

  “And do you like women’s juices?”

  “I like all juices.”

  “Hmm. I already know you like men’s juices, I’ve witnessed you enjoying those. Right, you won’t need to touch yourself again. I want you to put both hands on your head, and keep looking through the window. You’re not allowed to turn around, do you understand?”

  Sophie nodded, but didn’t understand his reasoning until she heard the click of the door as a card was used to unlock it. The door opened and someone stepped into the room.

  “Keep looking through the window, Sophie.”

  Her mind raced. Could it be G-J? Surely she’d have heard his voice behind her and from her phone if it was him. It was too bright outside to allow her to see any reflection in the glass, but she felt the person step up behind her.

  “You appear to have company.”

  G-J’s voice came only from the phone. The person standing directly behind her hadn’t spoken—it wasn’t G-J.

  “Sophie, I want you to close your eyes.”

  She obeyed, and just then she felt fingers tracing down her sides and hips. A small shiver ran up her spine.

  “It would appear that your friend is also enjoying the view.”

  She felt hands move round her waist and slowly upwards. The skin of the hands was soft and Sophie wondered if it may be a woman. The hands cupped her breasts, the fingers teasing her nipples. She thought the hands were too large for a woman, but she really couldn’t tell. She desperately wanted to open her eyes and glance over her shoulder.

  “It looks like your friend likes your breasts, Sophie. Do you like having them caressed?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was little more than a croak.

  “I’m sure there are other parts of you that would be of interest to your friend as well. Why not suggest somewhere else for them to explore?”

  Sophie frowned, unsure of what he meant. “Sorry?”

  “Tell your friend where you want to be touched next.”

  She took a breath. “Move your hands lower.”

  “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

  “My cunt. Touch my cunt. Put two fingers in it.”

  The person standing behind slid their hands down her body, gliding over her flat stomach and the swell of her mons. The right hand pushed between her legs and two fingers invaded her. Sophie’s sucked in a breath, and the fingers pulled up and into her, forcing her onto her tip-toes. A groan escaped her lips.

  “Have you any other parts that need attention, Sophie? Just tell your friend what you want.”

  “My clit. Stroke my clit while you finger me.”

  The stranger did as she’d instructed, and Sophie’s body responded by thrusting forward and back in a slow rotating motion, like a sexy dance. She was grinding her clit against his left hand while clenching around the fingers of the right. Her legs began to shake a little.

  “I think your friend deserves a reward, don’t you?”

  Sophie stopped her movements and licked her lips. She knew what was going to happen next. “Yes.”

  “Yes, I think so too. Why don’t you tell your friend how you’d like to reward the attention you’ve received?”

  Sophie tried to decide what G-J wanted to see. “Use my body.”

  “You may need to be more specific again, Sophie. But bear in mind that you’re not allowed to turn away from the window, otherwise I won’t be able to see your beautiful face. And it’s not just me being selfish, there are twelve men in my office watching this. They all want to see your beautiful face, too.”

  Sophie’s heart beat faster in her chest. Was it possible that there were a room full of men all watching? She doubted it, but couldn’t be sure.

  “Sophie, I need you to tell your friend specifically what you want.”

  She still didn’t know if the stranger was a man or a woman, although the height, strength and feel of their hands suggested a man.

  “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my cunt.”

  G-J let out a long sigh. “Very good, Sophie. But what about an orgasm? Don’t you want one of those, too?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “So tell him. You’ll have to make it clear exactly what you want.”

  Sophie took a breath, the hands still fingering and stoking her. “I want you to fuck me slowly and make me come. I want you to fuck me long enough to make me come twice.”

  “We’ll have to see what your friend can do. But what about him? What’s his reward?”

  “He gets to fuck me, and he gets to come inside me. I want to feel him pump his cum deep into my cunt.”

  “Oh Sophie, I so hope you get your wish.”

  She felt the stranger’s trousers fall down his legs, the buckle of his belt brushing against the back of her calf. Then she sensed him bend his knees and felt his cock sliding through the wet folds of her labia, sliding from back to front. G-J could probably see the tip of the cock protruding between her legs.

  The man behind—there was
now no doubt about the stranger’s gender—used his foot to push her legs a little wider, until she was standing with her feet about a foot and a half apart. He bent his knees briefly and as he straightened, entered her in one swift movement.

  Sophie let out a long, breathy moan. The prelude to this had got her more turned on than she realised, and now she revelled in the feeling of finally being filled, fucked. He thrust into her slowly, pulling her hips back onto each deep plunge. Almost immediately she started to come. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder, her eyes closed and her mouth open. Groans and sighs were coming freely, and then so was Sophie. A loud grunt escaped her lips, then another. She pushed back and down onto the cock, rocking her hips.

  “It looks great from here, Sophie, but tell me what’s happening.”

  She was too lost in sensation to hear what he’d asked.

  “Sophie?”

  “I’m coming! I’m… Oh fuck, I’m… Oh. Oh…”

  A few moments later the room was silent except for the slick squishing of the cock sliding in and out of her.

  “Everything okay, Sophie?”

  She needed to take several deep breaths before she could answer. “Everything’s fine. He’s just made me come.”

  “Yes, I thought so. And what about your friend—has he come as well?”

  Sophie clenched around the thick cock still slowly ploughing into her. “No, he hasn’t come yet.”

  “Is he going to?”

  The man behind her squeezed her hips and pushed a little deeper with his thrusts.

  “Oh yeah. He’s going to blow whenever he’s ready. He’s going to come hard.”

  “Good. I like the idea of him shooting all he’s got deep inside you.”

  Sophie smiled and opened her eyes, looking directly across the river to where she hoped G-J and all his crowd were watching. “Me too. I really like the idea of his cream flooding me.” She started to bang back to meet his thrusts.

  The man lifted his hands and squeezed her breasts, leaning forwards so Sophie was bent slightly over, her head now resting against the glass of the window. The man fucked her hard, making her cry out. His hands groped her breasts roughly, the fingers pulling and stretching her nipples. His thrusts were now making her head tap against the glass, and she was gritting her teeth and rolling her hips, savouring every sensation as the cock stretched and caressed her inside.

  She heard the stranger grunt and felt his cock twitch inside her. She opened her mouth and eyes wide, and she felt him twitch again.

  “He’s coming. He’s shooting his load into my—”

  Sophie let out another groan as a second orgasm ripped through her body. She thought she may lose the ability to stand, and rested both her hands against the glass.

  “Oh…”

  “Tell me what’s happening, Sophie.”

  “I’m coming again. I’m coming…” Her voice trailed off as she rode the final ripples of pleasure.

  The man behind her stopped his movements but left his cock inside her while she gripped and relaxed her muscles, then he slid out of her.

  Sophie heard him pull up his trousers and fasten his zip and belt, she felt him lean closer and kiss the back of her head. He crossed the room and left without her ever seeing his face. She stood upright on her shaking legs, then dipped her fingers deep inside her sopping sex. She brought out her hand and, using the mixture of juices, drew two eyes and a big smiley mouth on the window.

  G-J’s chuckle echoed through her phone. “Well, I think that sums up how we both feel about our first adventure together. Was it to your liking?”

  “Oh yes, it was very much to my liking.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. Now, why don’t you make the most of that rather luxurious bathroom? We all have more work to do over here. Dinner is at eight-thirty, so I’ll be waiting in the hotel bar at eight. Bye, Sophie.

  Sophie’s legs were still shaking a few minutes later as she lowered herself into the whirlpool of bubbles, the ice-bucket with the remains of the champagne already moved next to the bath.

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  The driver dropped Sophie at home a little after lunchtime on Sunday. Jim was doing some weeding in the border near the back fence, but stopped as soon as Sophie walked out onto the lawn.

  He approached, his dirty hands hanging down by his side. There was a slightly awkward pause before he leaned in for a kiss. “Hi.”

  Sophie sensed he wanted to barrage her questions, and she smiled. “Do you want to wash your hands while I make us a brew? Then we can chat out here.”

  She boiled the kettle and Jim went upstairs. He came down a couple of minutes later in a clean t-shirt and jeans. She poured their drinks and carried them out to the garden. They sat on the bench where they’d had their long chat the previous week.

  “So, how was your weekend?”

  Sophie looked at his expression—half-concern, half-smile—and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “It was very nice, thank you.”

  Jim nodded. “Good.”

  She waited for him to ask more, smiling a little herself.

  Jim took a sip of his coffee then looked at her expectantly.

  “Okay, the jet and the flight were amazing—I felt like a film star. A car picked me up from a private airfield and drove me into London. We went straight to a restaurant, where G-J was waiting. We had lunch and discussed everything that you and I had talked about. He assured me that I wouldn’t be expected to indulge in any activities I wasn’t comfortable with.”

  Jim was watching her face but didn’t interrupt.

  Sophie tried to remember all the details of her chat with G-J. “I also mentioned safe sex and he agreed completely, saying he guaranteed every person I’d come into contact with during our times together will have been checked.”

  “Did he give you any idea of what was expected?”

  “Not really. I’ll be having sex with men and women from different countries. But it’ll be normal sex and no BDSM.”

  Jim nodded. “So, you’re happy to go along with all of that?”

  Sophie hesitated, unsure of what sort of response he wanted to hear. “Yes, I think so. Are you still happy with it?”

  Jim laughed, and stroked her leg in a reassuring way. “Yeah, but then I’d have been happy for you to get pissed on.”

  Sophie laughed, relaxing a little. “Bastard.”

  “So, what happened after lunch?”

  Sophie decided to drag out her tale for a little longer. “After lunch I went back to my fabulous hotel room, and G-J went back to his meetings. We went for dinner in my hotel that evening, and chatted about travelling and cities and all sorts of things, but hardly anything about sex. G-J left early as he had more meetings today, and I checked out of the hotel and the driver gave me a brief sight-seeing tour of London before taking me back to catch my private jet.”

  Jim looked surprised. “Wow, so no nooky for you all weekend?”

  “I didn’t say that.” Sophie smiled and leaned closer, nibbled his ear. “Like you said, he wouldn’t have flown me all that way for nothing.”

  Jim’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “So, tell me.”

  And she did, quietly while sitting in the sun in their garden. She kept all details of her feelings and sensations to a minimum, but gave the simple facts. The phone call, stripping and standing naked at the window, G-J’s telescope, touching herself, the arrival of the visitor, the fondling from behind, the sex with a man she never saw.

  Jim sat silently and listened. Sophie knew he’d want to know all the details, yet he didn’t ask. For now he stuck to a single question, which she could have predicted.

  “Did you come?”

  She held his gaze for a couple of seconds, pleased that he cared about her pleasure. She nodded. “Twice. The first was very soon after he entered me, the second immediately after he came inside me.”

  Jim sat still for a few seconds, presumably imagining the scene she’d described, then smiled and stood up. “Come on, t
he weekend’s almost over. Let’s go somewhere to have a walk, then find a nice pub for something to eat.”

  “Now, that’s a great idea.” Sophie stood and they made their way back into their house holding hands. Fifteen minutes later, they were driving into the country.

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  Chapter Three

  Throughout the week, Jim tried to control his inquisitive mind. He craved every detail of what Sophie had been subjected to and how she’d felt, but had refrained from prying. He was determined to let Sophie enjoy her adventures and decide which parts she told him about without him asking.

  Jim wanted to demonstrate that her adventures were for her own fulfilment, and not simply some kind of arousing foreplay for him before using her body for his own gratification. If Sophie was going to be having fun in her ‘global playground’, then he had no intention of being the little boy watching through the school railings waiting for his turn. He intended to have fun of his own. On the other hand, he was aware that Sophie enjoyed his arousal at what she did with other men. As far as their sex-life was concerned, his willingness to share and her willingness to reveal was a big part of who they’d become.

  On Sophie’s return from London, Jim had suggested they go to the local canal. They’d walked along the towpath arm-in-arm, chatting about work, their plans for redecorating their lounge and updating the kitchen. After a lovely evening and meal at a country pub, they’d retired to bed. He’d just held her that night, stroking her back. She’d looked at him expectantly, as if she’d felt obliged to give him release, but he’d kissed her eyelids and continued to stroke her back. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

  They both went to work as usual through the week. As Sophie had the longer commute, Jim was preparing dinner on the Thursday night when he received a text from Sara asking if he fancied going out for a drink during Sophie’s next trip. He grinned and replied with two emoji icons—a smiley face and a thumbs-up. Sara replied instantly with an icon of her own—a red pair of lips. He wondered if Sophie was behind Sara’s offer.