Half asleep, I feel for my mobile phone and blindly swipe it. Then I realise that it wasn't the alarm clock that disturbed my sleep. Why should it? I never set an alarm clock at the weekend, I can stay in bed as long as I want. Or as long as my wife lets me. But Birgit wasn't there this weekend - so what had woken me up? I carefully open my eyes. It is bright and the sun is shining into the bedroom. So it must be late morning. My gaze falls on the crumpled paper tissues beside the bed and I grin. My fantasies of what I could do with Lisa gave me a wonderful orgasm yesterday and afterwards I must have fallen asleep straight away.  

The doorbell rings. That must have been what woke me up. I have no idea who it could be. I'm not expecting visitors or a parcel delivery. A bit grumpy about the disturbance, I get up, put on the bathrobe that hangs next to the bedroom door and tie it while I walk to the door. One look through the peephole - and I let the little flap fall shut again, startled. Lisa is standing outside. Is she going to give me a piece of her mind now? Make it clear to me what she thinks of an older man watching her have sex? I look through the peephole again. She's wearing a white T-shirt and sweatpants that seem a little too big for her, but look very comfortable and snug. Nervously, she looks around and steps from one foot to the other. She is obviously as uncomfortable with the situation as I am. As she is already turning around to go back to the lift, I decide I'd better open the door after all. It's preferable to get my scolding now, rather than have her complain to my wife about my behaviour in the next few days. 

I check that my bathrobe is well tied and am glad that I don't have a morning wood today. Lisa hears the door open behind her and turns around again. She looks surprised and a little startled. She seems to have no longer expected me to respond to her ringing. She stands a metre or two away from the door and says nothing at first. "Hello Lisa!", I say. 

"Hello... Good morning...", she replies hesitantly. She looks at my bathrobe. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." 

"No, no, it's fine. What's up?" As if I couldn't guess. 

She blushes and then quickly says, "I just wanted to tell you, I found it very exciting yesterday." I didn't expect that now. She turns again and walks quickly towards the lift. It looks like an escape. "Wait, Lisa!" 

I take a step into the corridor. "I found it exciting too. Arousing."  

Without thinking twice, I ask her, "Don't you want to come in and have a coffee with me?" She shakes her head in panic and her eyes open wide: "No! How would you explain to Birgit that I just barge in for breakfast? That would be too embarrassing for me." 

"My wife is not here."  

She hesitates. "You're alone?" 

"Yes. And I'd be glad if you'd join me for breakfast." 

"I wonder if that's such a good idea...?" 

But she slowly moves closer again. "I'd love to know how much you saw yesterday, after all." 

I smile at her. "Well, come on in and I'll tell you everything you want to know." 

I can hardly believe my luck when, after a moment's hesitation, she actually walks into the flat. I walk ahead of her towards the kitchen, which is an open area of the large living room. She kicks off her shoes and follows me. "Just sit down. What do you like for coffee?" I'm already behind the espresso machine when she sits down, still uncertain, on the red leather sofa next to the kitchen island. While I prepare her caffè latte and an espresso for myself, she looks around the room as if it were her first time here. She looks at one or the other artwork for a while, but I'm not sure if she's really interested in the works or if she's just pretending out of nervousness. I'm also glad to be busy for now. I put her latte on the side table beside the sofa. I keep my cup in my hand, which helps me appear calmer than I am. I sit down next to her and look at her. 

"I'm glad you came. And even more so that you're not mad at me for watching you. After all, I wasn't entirely sure you even saw me on the dark balcony." 

"I did give you a sign as I closed the window, didn't I? Didn't you notice that?" 

"Yes I did, but I didn't know if I hadn't just imagined it. Or wished for it. You were quite a distance away, after all." 

Lisa laughs up, "Would you have liked to be closer?" 

I don't have to think. "Of course!" 

"I think that would have irritated Stefan quite a bit." 

"Did he notice anything then? Did he see me too?" 

"No," Lisa reassures me, "he was far too focused on his cock and my pussy." 

"I can understand that. I would have felt the same way in his place." 

"Oh, yeah?" Lisa asks cheekily. She seems more relaxed and confident now than she did a few minutes ago. She turns her back to the side of the sofa and puts her feet up. I notice that she has no socks on. Her bare feet are almost touching my thigh. 

"Have you watched me before?" she wants to know. 

I remember seeing her change or walk around the room in her underwear a few times. I found that exciting too, but until yesterday I hadn't seen her naked. Not to mention sex. 

"It was just a coincidence yesterday," I reply evasively. "I was cooling off on the balcony after the sauna and your room was lit up like a stage." 

"I think you got hot again quickly." Is she making fun of me? 

"I'm sure you worked up a sweat too." 

"Me, not so much. I rather indulged myself yesterday." 

"So you don't usually just lie on your back all the time during sex?", I tease her. 

" What are you thinking?" Lisa says indignantly. "Wait for next time, I'll show you what I am capable of." 

I grin challengingly at her, "Too bad I have to wait..." 

"What? Are you expecting a show now?" 

"That would be great. After all, I could see a lot more with you so close to me." 

She actually seems to be considering this. Then she puts one leg over my thighs and the other over the back of the sofa. Her legs are slightly open in front of me, but I can barely guess her body shape through the baggy sweatpants. Only now do I notice that she is not wearing a bra under her T-shirt. She seems to be enjoying the game too, her hard nipples are clearly visible through the fabric. 

Lisa looks at me challengingly and I wait anxiously to see what comes next. She pulls her T-shirt up a bit, just enough for me to see her flat stomach and the navel. Then she slips a hand under the waistband into her sweatpants. I can hardly believe it! Is she actually starting to masturbate in front of me now? Even though I can't really see much, the situation is totally arousing for me. The fact that she is now starting to rub her leg against my thighs makes the whole thing even hotter. And all the while she is looking me straight in the eye.  

I put the empty espresso cup on the floor. I gently stroke her instep with my fingers. The skin is soft and I am sure there are spots on her body where the skin is even softer. Her hand moves inside her trousers. I'd like to know what she's doing exactly: has she slipped her hand into her panties too, or is she stroking her way through the fabric? Is she wearing panties at all? Or is she just pretending and about to start laughing because I'm falling for her act? 

I can feel my cock slowly rising. Her foot is dangerously close. When she pushes it a little to the side, she will know immediately how much she turns me on. But for now she just wiggles her toes a little and I take that as an invitation to stroke her. I'm not a foot fetishist, but Lisa has beautiful, well-groomed feet. I imagine how it feels when she slides them under my bathrobe. 

"Do you like watching women pleasure themselves?" 

"Yes! I find it very erotic and especially intimate. But when Birgit does it for me, I get to see more," I try to challenge her. 

"But then you probably don't just sit there in your bathrobe and do nothing, do you?" 

"It happens," I reply. "But sometimes she also wants to see me jerk my cock while she strokes herself." 

"I think that's only fair," Lisa says, actually moving her foot between my legs now. She rubs it against my hard-on and smiles at me. "Now that you've already seen me naked, it's my turn." 

I pull on the belt of the bathrobe to open it. Lisa pushes the fabric apart with her foot and then strokes my cock with her toes. "Would have been cool if you had jerked it off yesterday at the balcony. Wasn't it hard when you stretched it?" 

"Yes it was." 

"And still you didn't have a wank?" 

"Yes I did, but not on the balcony. I went in after you were done." 

"What were you thinking about when you jerked off?" she asks coquettishly, continuing to play with my boner. 

"You can guess." 

"Yes. But I want to hear you say it. And I want to see you wank." 

I reach for my cock and start massaging it slowly. "I imagined it was me lying between your legs. Spoiling you with my mouth first and then fucking you." 

"I guess you would have liked that, sticking your cock in my wet cunt, you horny old  bastard." 

It turns me on to hear her talk so dirty. 

"I'm not the only one who would have liked that, Lisa. I would have made sure you found it lustful too." 

Her hand in her pants moves faster and faster. I bend over, grab the waistband of the sweatpants and pull on it. She lifts her bottom slightly and I pull them down to her knees. Her hand is in a pair of white cotton panties and rubs wildly over her cleft. 

She closes her eyes, leans back a little further. 

"I'm imagining the feel of your cock in my cunt. How you first rub the head of your cock against my labia to make it wet. And then how you slowly slide it in." 

I grab her foot and rub it against my cock. 

"Admit it: you thought of that too," I say. "That you spread your legs for me and not for Stefan. When he was fucking you and you were looking into my eyes, you were imagining what it would be like with me." 

"My dream was actually that I would suck your cock while he fucked me. That's always been one of my favourite fantasies. But I guess Stefan is too shy for that. Or too uptight. And so are you, I suppose. You won't even take my panties off." 

I don't need to be told twice! I pull her panties over her bottom. She has two fingers deep in her pussy and fucks herself. Her vulva shines with moisture. She opens her eyes and grins cheekily at me, "Will your cock get even harder when you finally see my little fuck hole up close?" 

"Yes!", I gasp as I pull back my foreskin and rub the glans against the sole of her foot. 

"Do you want to know what I taste like?" She holds her slimy fingers in front of my face and I open my mouth. She spreads her juice on my lips and then sticks her fingers deep into my mouth. I suck on them, taking in the smell and taste. She doesn't wait until I let go of her fingers again, but starts to satisfy herself with her other hand. Now she already has three fingers in her tight crack. 

She fingers herself faster and faster, and I too have increased the speed of my wanking. "If you keep this up, you're going to cum on my foot. Actually, a horny thought!" 

I can't answer because I'm still sucking on her fingers, so I just nod. I want to reach between her legs, but she slaps my hand away. "Don't be so impatient! You can stroke my pussy later. First I want to see you cum! After all, you've already watched me have an orgasm." To emphasise the desire, she works my testicles with her toes. 

"You little bitch! You really know how to turn a man on." 

I jerk off without taking my eyes off her cunt for even a moment. The sight is just insanely arousing. She has beautiful hands, a beautiful cunt - just everything about her is beautiful. And young! I suddenly realise how much younger she is than me. The thought is enough to make me finally cum. She puts her big toe to the tip of my cock when she realises I am ready. My cum runs down her foot. She takes her hand away from my mouth and reaches for my twitching cock. She pushes my hand away and continues to jerk me off. My sperm also runs over her hand. 

Exhausted, I lean back, close my eyes and listen as Lisa continues to work her cunt with her fingers. She begins to moan softly. 

Then the phone rings. 

With my eyes closed, I reach for it. 

"Hello darling! I just want to wish you a nice day and hear how you are." Birgit! My wife! 

All of a sudden I'm wide awake... and lie in my bed. Under the covers I am clutching a bulging erection with my other hand. It takes me a moment to understand that the wonderful encounter with Lisa was only a dream. 

"Hello Birgit! I'm feeling quite excellent..."