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Open Doors
(Blair Erotica)

His hands caressed her face and then he kissed her softly. He took her hands in his. "With others, there is the excitement of watching and being watched. Having sex behind closed doors is private and safe. With the door open, not only do you risk being watched by strange eyes, there is always the possibility that watchers do more, the chance of having your body touched by other hands and tongues and cocks."



"I've thought about it," she admitted as his fingers stroked hers, feeling nice. "It has possibilities, and some of them are sexy." She found herself wondering if it was his touch that made her like his jaw, but the connection between the two eluded her.



"You've fucked other men and told me about it," he said reasonably. "You told me about things other men did to you that made you ecstatic and you wanted me to do to you as well. You must know that when you tell me those things that I picture you with them. Quite graphically."



She turned back to dressing. "It turns you on," she said over her shoulder.



"Since you don't mind telling me, letting me picture it, why not let me see you do it?"



Her free hand picked up the wine glass from the table beside her and she took a sip of the deep red merlot. "I don't care that you know that I fuck other people, but I don't know how I'd feel about being watched," she said. "There is a big difference. I can edit what I tell you. Just talk about the good parts."



"And my seeing makes it real and uncensored. That's far more exciting. And it isn't just being watched but watching as well."



She paused. Undoubtedly, he had something specific planned and was being cagey. Already she knew she would go along with it. The idea was arousing her, but she wanted to make him work for her approval. This was delicious was verbal foreplay.



"I've never watched other people have sex, other than in a movie, and the idea of people watching me fuck you, or being watched by you is a little spooky."



He bent and kissed her fingers. "Spooky," he said. "Perhaps exciting too?" His hand released her long fingers and touched her bare knee. "So, watching without touching is spooky?"



"I can't imagine that people would watch without it leading to serious touching," she said. "And being touched by strangers is spooky."



"How brave are you feeling today?"



"Brave?"



"Are you willing to find out?"



"Find out whether it is spooky or leads to touching?"



He laughed. "Both. To engage the spooky."



She thought about it. "Who are the other people?"



"You don't know them. I know one, but not who else will be there."



So, strangers all. "I'm not sure if that makes it easier or harder."



"It makes it possible."



She sighed. "I'll leave if it gets out of control."



He nodded. "Whatever out of control might mean, just say the word. But sex with you is not what I'd call controlled any time."



His smile sent a thrill through her. "Well, thanks for that."