Andrea Javel Unseen Interludes “Unseen Interludes” is a collection of lesbian-focused erotic vignettes, dedicated to the voyeur in us all.


Et pour tu, Chase K. Javel - je t'aime mon coeur...

 
 
 
 "Midnight Stroll"  
 
It was faint, so faint she thought it simple white noise. 
"Or the street cleaners," the denim-clad woman mused, her steady stride making short work of the long city block. 
"Mmph!" 
There it was again, only this time much louder. She came to a full stop - something she'd rather not do this time of night. Curiosity piqued, she backtracked towards the noise, booted cadence echoing. 
Feminine moans taunted her before she could see. As her eyes adjusted she stood flush against the edge of the building, blending in with the shadows.  
The taut hem of a fashionably sleek skirt rode the curve of a nicely-rounded posterior. Her manicured nails digging sharply into the brittle mortar, the moaning woman's flushed face pressed into the cold building and moist breathy mewls escaping slightly-parted lips. 
The mouth behind the aroused woman latched onto her neck biting into the tender flesh, sparking shards that sent the full bottom down hard onto a broad plunging hand. A hot tongue's soothing swipe caused stilettos to shake...and their unseen watcher to tremble. 
The sound of tearing fabric bounced off the cement walls. Both the exploring hand and the watcher's boxers were met with an onrush of molten fluid as silky tattered remains slid down a shapely ginger-hued thigh.  
Grappling with her trousers, the panty-ripper's heavy package was released into the cool night air. Moistening her lover's tool with the creamy essence on her fingers, she roughly secured her woman's willing body against her, plunging deeply inside. Frenetic pounding between clinging moist folds pushed hard-nippled breasts rhythmically into the unyielding brick fortress. Releasing the crumbling wall, slender fingers blindly sought to grip the belted harness of the thrusting woman behind her. Stuttering moans of mutual satisfaction soon filled the alleyway, the amorous couple breathing as hard as their furious coupling had been. 
They never heard the footsteps receding from their dark brick and mortar love nest. 
 
 
 
 "Taxicab Tryst"  
 
The wet phallus cast a perverse shadow in the dimly lit alley. Backing away as carefully as her soaked boxers would allow, the watcher silently left the gasping women. 
“Damn!”  Mind reeling and more than a little aroused, she’d stomped down three blocks before she knew it. A car horn pierced the night, startling the escaping voyeur from a steamy mental movie of the butch slamming into her partner's lusciously open sex. A fairly new model taxi crawled alongside the curb and the driver leaned toward the opened passenger’s window. 
"Need a ride?" The cabbie frowned at dispatch’s crackling interruption. "Sorry about that. Do you need a ride?" 
“Sure.” 
The watcher opened the bright yellow door and gratefully fell into the back seat, groaning with relief. Just those few steps had her clit twitching from the moist friction of her slickened inner lips.  
"Thanks. I really didn't feel like walking." 
The cab driver smiled. "No problem. Where to?" 
"1501 3rd Avenue." Shi squinted at driver's hack license. "1501 3rd Avenue, Trish." 
Flashing a dimpled grin, Trish nodded and slowly maneuvered the cab into the late evening traffic.  
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 “Grab that hot body close and get your groove on.  No one has to know…" 
 
 
The deejay’s silky intro whispered off into earthy rhythm-n-blues. 
 "Is this station okay, Shaundra?" 
"Yeah, it's fine. I like slow jams like this-wait! How do you know my name?" Immediately on guard, Shaundra James perched tensely at the edge of the seat. 
"Easy there! We met last month at Low Riders. Stacy introduced us." Trish self-consciously wound a dark-brown curl around her finger. It had only been for a few minutes but the woman in her taxi had made an impression that evening. A damn good one. 
"At Andi and Stacy’s ‘Brides Party’ the night before their wedding, right? I remember you now.” Shaundra inched closer to the open partition...and the cab driver’s silky-soft looking shoulder length dark hair.  
 "And, it's Shaun. I prefer it - especially coming from a cute lady like you." 
Winking, Shaun relaxed against the armrest. Enjoying the clear view she had of Trish's neck, the image of the dyke stud biting her woman's pulse point appeared, stoking her arousal. 
"Shit, that was hot!" Shaun muttered, shifting in her seat. Never one to wear a bra, her bare nipples grazed the white cotton of her t-shirt. She couldn't wait to get home to take the edge off. 
"Mmm, it sure was." 
"What the hell?" Shaun bolted upright again. "You saw them too?" 
"No, I only heard them." Trish glanced into the rear-view mirror and locked eyes with her passenger. "What I saw...was you."   
The sultry declaration raced up Shaun's arm and down the other. "You saw me," she repeated, her warm breath dangerously close to the fine-haired nape she'd wanted to feel under her lips since getting into the taxi. 
"Y-yes. You looked so damn sexy standing there watching them…I wished it was us." 
The responsding tension in Shaun's clit was too much.  "My place is too far," she rasped hoarsely, massaging a spot on Trish's neck with the pad of her thumb. Her desire ratcheted when the taxi sped to  a discreet area underneath an overpass. 
As soon as she parked Trish turned around…and her lips were quickly covered by Shaun's. She tongued the butch woman's mouth deeply, relishing the deep needy groans drawn from her passenger 
"Fuck this shit," Shaun panted. "Get back here!" 
Shaun pulled the unresisting woman through the open partition. Running her hands over Trish's round ass, Shaun squeezed, liking the way Trish pushed her plump cheeks into her palms. She groaned loudly when Trish's searching lips captured her nipple through the t-shirt. 
Sitting straight up with Trish straddling her lap, Shaun yanked her shirt off and drew the dark head to her naked chest. "Suck it," she huffed. "Yeah, like that suck it, baby!" 
Trish blew warm air on the tight puckered tip. Catching it between her teeth, she whipped Shaun’s sensitive nipple with the tip of her tongue. The delicious torment sent Shaun over the edge. 
"Take your clothes off!"  
Shaun’s insistent hands fondled Trish’s breasts, impeding her own desperate desire to see the dark-haired woman’s nude form.  Finally naked, Trish feverishly unbuckled Shaun's belt, peeling the well-worn jeans and navy blue boxers off in one fluid motion. Eyes bright with longing, Trish ran her hands over the toned thighs and tightened sinew.  
Shaun exhaled sharply. She was so fucking close to cumming! Abruptly flipping them over, she set Trish’s heels on the edge of the seat and pushed the shapely legs apart. Dropping to the floor of the cab, Shaun drove her stiffened tongue deep into the moist well, tightly gripping the full bottom that lurched at the hard thrust. 
Relentlessly she drove her pink member into Trish's clinging channel, relishing the creamy saturation. Dragging the flat of her tongue up the open slit, she found and licked the hard pink clit, again and again. Trish's needy moans filled her ears...and Shaun would not stop! 
For a second she thought she saw headlights but Trish was near the breaking point and didn't care. Gyrating on Shaun's furious tongue she whimpered as the pulsations in her clit increased. 
"Ooh, yesss!" 
Withdrawing her voracious mouth from Trish's dripping triangle, Shaun coaxed her onto all fours. "Good thing this is a big damn car," she muttered, placing her wet slit on Trish’s firm plush ass. Her distended clit pressed deeply into the cabbie’s soft posterior, finding the hot dark crease. Strong thighs quivered as the steamed-up taxi filled with their sexual chorus. 
In their crouched position Shaun easily reached Trish's moist warm  sheath. Plunging three fingers inside the mewling woman, she fucked the taxi driver from front to back. With each steady stroke Trish's cries grew louder; matched by Shaun's soft grunts.  Suddenly, Trish's writhing body stilled and shrieking she fell over the precipice, her body shaking violently. The spasming hot flesh against her aching clit was too much for Shaun and with a deep groan she came, drenching Trish's quaking bottom with her essence. 
Caught in the whirlwind of pleasure, they didn't hear the low swearing above them. 
 
 
 
 Author's Notes  
 
Thanks for taking the time to read this collection of erotic vignettes. As the scenes are revealed to me they will be added to this story. So check in every now and then…you never know who will be watching. 
'Til then, 
Andrea Javel 
 
 
 Text: Andrea Javel Images: © Danil Chepko | Dreamstime.com All rights reserved. Publication Date: June 1st 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-foreverfemme