#Bee Binoculars

[liubovpohorelova]

Day 5

Looking for new adventures!

[laracryptid]

Inktober Day 5 - binoculars 

[beeingapis]

"Every Flap You Take, Every Swarm You Make"

[gloomwitchwrites]

Bar Crawl

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, dirty thoughts, flirting, alcohol, kissing

Word Count: 1.5k

On a night out, Kyle takes a chance and makes a move.

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It’s late, and the alcohol is buzzing beneath your skin like a drone of angry bees.

You rarely go out with the rest of the SAS crowd. It’s not like you’re actually part of the organization. This is a simple transfer. A few months at the most before you head back home. And you’re not in the field anyway. You’re behind the desk, drowning in paperwork.

There is no bloodshed. No metallic tang with a burst of lead.

You only know ink, computer screens, and editing software.

This entire outing is a treat. A way to let loose. Something you haven’t really done since you set foot in England.

And it isn’t only a night out. Someone has their eye on you.

It’s subtle, and you don’t think anyone else notices. But you do. How could you not? Kyle Garrick—also known as Gaz—is incredibly handsome, and entirely sweet on you.

Right now, he’s across the pub with his team, a beer in hand. Captain Price and Sergeant MacTavish are talking while Kyle and Lieutenant Riley listen. While Kyle’s body is turned in their direction, his gaze keeps drifting. It floats away, landing on you every time.

At each meeting of your gazes, Kyle smiles. It’s not sweet exactly. It’s knowing. Nearly seductive. A teasing look from across the room. Perhaps Kyle is feeling the alcohol as you are. Feeling the heat and buzz beneath the skin. The growing sense of need that won’t seem to abate.

The pub is dark, and the lighting only comes from candles and small lamps on the walls. This place was once an old house, but the interior as been converted, and the rooms gutted. Most of the space is just a series of rooms packed with tables. The walls are covered in paintings and all sorts of oddities. It’s eclectic. Fun. But no one is really paying attention to the pub around them.

You really aren’t either. But you’re also not including yourself in the conversation around you. All you can think about is Kyle. He is absorbing into your blood just like the alcohol. Every time you glance away, you find him, no matter where he is in the room.

It is electric. Magnetic.

Building like a brewing storm.

Your heart is hammering. It’s so loud the rest of the pub seems distant. And Kyle is right there, as if you’re looking at him through binoculars. Everything is out of focus. Except him. Only him.

“Are you listening to me?”

You turn abruptly, and give your best smile to Jane, one of the secretaries. “Sorry,” you sigh. “A bit tired.”

Jane and the rest of the women are you nod in agreement. She brings her glass to her lips. “I hear that,” she mutters, taking a long drink, grimacing slightly as the glass returns to the table.

Work has been hell the last couple weeks. It’s a slew of never-ending paperwork. You’ve been stuck at a desk, pouring over reports, consuming more coffee than you probably should be.

A reply begins to form your lips, but then you hear your name being called in a voice you recognize. Everyone at the table startles, turning in the direction of the voice. For a second, you do not follow their movements, only staring down at the table.

But you hear your name again, and this time the urge to glance in Kyle’s direction is instant.

“Sergeant,” you say in greeting.

He grins at you, and then flashes that stunning smile at the women sitting around the table. “Don’t mind if I borrow her for a bit?”

“Not at all,” says Jane quickly.

The other women shake their heads, gazes astonished as you abandon your drink and take Kyle’s offered hand. While his hold is strong, there is gentleness there. You like it. You want to sink down into that feeling forever.

Kyle leads you out into a little hallway, and the clamor of the pub disappears slightly.

“Heard you’re leaving soon,” says Kyle, stepping to the side to allow an employee to pass.

It’s true. You likely only have a couple weeks left before you head home.

“Did you?” you ask. “Who from?”

You haven’t told anyone. Not really. But it’s not a big secret.

Kyle shrugs. “Does it matter?”

You mimic is shrug, and Kyle laughs softly. “Not really. This post was supposed to be temporary anyway. But you know that.”

Kyle shifts a bit closer. His heat is everywhere, warming your limbs. Kyle’s fingers playfully pull at the hem of your shirt. “Planning to leave without saying goodbye to your favorite sergeant?”

You lightly tug on his jacket in response. “Bold of you to think you’re my favorite.”

Kyle barks a laugh, and you smile demurely at your boldness.

This is nice. This is fun.

The two of you have always been a bit sweet on each other. Kyle is always making a point to come see you when he can. He knows your coffee order, and occasionally brought you snacks and lunch. The two of you would hang out and talk. He checks on you, and it softened you to him.

Eventually, you offered up a few kisses, and Kyle greedily seized them.

“Been kissing MacTavish?” asks Kyle.

“Maybe,” you tease.

Kyle tugs on your shirt, and the momentum brings you closer to him. “Maybe?” he replies, tone dropping to something dark and heated. His brow creases in the middle, and you suddenly sense a change in him. “You like his kisses better than mine?”

No.

But you haven’t actually kissed Sergeant MacTavish. He’s cute, but not your type. Kyle is. Kyle is who you want.

You shrug. “It’s been a while. Might need a reminder,” you say softly, leaning in.

The corner of Kyle’s mouth quirks with amusement. “You want to kiss me where everyone can see?”

“Nervous, Garrick?” you counter.

“Never,” smirks Kyle.

Then his hand is on the back of your neck. Kyle’s lips meet yours, and then you’re drowning in him, remembering all the ways you want to be with him.

Kissing isn’t enough. It’s not nearly enough.

You want this man between your legs, to know what he’ll feel like inside you, to have him own you body and soul. Kyle is who you’ve wanted these last few months, and all this flirting and tension has come to this.

The pub seems so distant. A far speck on the horizon. Just an annoying buzz in the background. Right now, all there is for you is Kyle. It’s delicious. Sweet, but with honey on the tongue. All those previous kisses were rather chaste and soft. This is nothing like those. It’s passion laced with salt.

These kisses drip with need, and you breathe it in, wanting more. The warm buzzing beneath your skin is transforming into an inferno.

Kyle pulls away, and you nearly stumble forward when he draws back. The loss of his lips is starling.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all evening,” he says, voice husky.

You feel your cheeks heat. You’re suddenly hot everywhere. Burning internally. Ready to explode.

Glancing around, you find the hallway empty. But there are people nearby. Anyone could walk into this hallway and find the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms. While you want to take this further, you don’t want to do it here in the open where people can see.

Wanting Kyle is a deep desire that sits in your ribcage, but you do not want others to be part of this. This connection is only for the two of you.

Kyle’s hand brushes against your cheek, and he guides your gaze back to him.

“Want to get out of here?” he asks, as if reading your mind.

“And go where?” you laugh.

People expect the two of you to be present. But then again, the two of you have been at this function for over an hour. You’ve made a proper appearance. Do you really have to stay for the whole thing? Will anyone actually miss either of you?

“Wherever you want.”

“Wherever I want?” you ask, slightly confused. “You don’t want to stay here?”

Kyle shakes his head. “Fuck everyone else,” he says sharply. “This might be my last night with you. Want to make the most of it.”

It’s true. With everything going on at work, this might be the only time the two of you can properly have together before you’re sent home. You can get his number, but finding time seems daunting.

Kyle is giving you the rope, and all you need to do is take. To take the leap and trust him.

He draws you in for another kiss, and this one is slow and sweet.

“Let’s go,” you murmur against his lips.

He smiles, and you melt.

“Where to?”

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Binoculars

Debut: Super Mario 3D Land

Wow! What a large and crisp render of Binoculars. This is more than a lot of enemies get. And it's all for Binoculars!

It is nice to see binoculars as an installed apparatus for public use. It reminds me of those binoculars that are sometimes at parks or zoos where you can put in a quarter and get a limited amount of time to look at ducks more closely. Let's look!

Wow! There's a North American Ruddy Duck! in this pond! That's my favorite duck! The blue of the male's bill is probably my favorite color, and they are so cute, especially with their funny proportions. Their head looks too small for their body, but their feet look too BIG for the rest of them! Their feet are large and further back on their body because they are divers who swim down to find food, unlike the dabbling ducks, which keep their butts above the water while foraging. Oops! I forgot that this is a Mario Post and that we aren't actually watching ducks at a pond!

Anyway I just found out those kinds of binoculars are called Tower Viewers. More like Quacker Viewers. Ok on to Mario for real now! Mario, sadly, does not view ducks with these binoculars. They are free, however, which is nice! I'm glad there are ways for everyone to enjoy the Mushroom Kingdom's landscapes at a distance and at no costs. In fact, Mario is sometimes rewarded for using them, as a Toad will throw him a Star Medal upon being seen! A Toad who really wants to bee looked at and goes HAH BAH.

Mario can also see a UFO through the binoculars sometimes! This is often brought up as a Creepy Easter Egg despite the fact that aliens have been present in this franchise since 1989!

With all that about the 3D Land binoculars out of the way, I am really here to say that the binoculars in Odyssey are BETTER. They look like ROB, and overall are a Funny Robot, so they are obviously better by default! They even move around on their own as if they are looking around, and they are really so good at looking, since they are binoculars. I think the binoculars themselves are bird enthusiasts and watch them in delight constantly!

These binoculars even have LORE as seen in the art book, and shared by Suppermariobroth! They are made by the same company as the 3D Land binoculars, and are an older model not capable of stereoscopic 3D! They were installed by the sightseeing company for onsite investigation, and someone has to come and collect the logs from the devices every so often. I seriously love this all sooo much! It is so cute and wonderful that they put this much thought into humble little Binoculars! BinocuLORE!

I would now like to talk about just how these binoculars work! Upon being Captured, they shoot up using spray propulsion (not jet propulsion!!!) and let Mario scope out the area from the sky! Mario got extremely lucky that he happened across these specific binoculars when he happened to have the ability to Capture them, because anyone else using this would be in extreme danger. Please hang on tight!

Binoculars most recently appear in Super Nintendo World, where they are now real! They use the 3D Land design, which makes sense knowing it is canonically the modern design. You can even look at certain things to get little rewards just like in the game! Super Mario in real life! Wa Who!

[firewasabeast]

tommy going over to buck’s place after work and instead of the usual kisses buck just pushes him out to the balcony and starts taking off tommy’s clothes. tommy’s a little bit like 😏 mmm okay, but buck just shakes his head, says no, he wouldn’t believe how many bees came home with buck. like so many out of crevices he didn’t know existed, in his jacket, his pockets, his shoes. tommy thinks he’s being dramatic until buck pulls off tommy’s pants and one just starts buzzing around them.

tommy takes undressing into his own hands at that discovery, kicking everything off while buck swats the bees away, meanwhile the people in the building across the street make really good use out of their binoculars (while also “a bit confused at whatever foreplay the boys seem to be doing over there”)

[dinoformer]

So that your dreams on earth take you to the stars.

She/her, Bumblebee, Sky lanterns are illegal in some places but this is fantasy

-✿-✿-✿-✿-

No long ago during a movie date with Bumblebee and Raft she discovered the tradition of sky lanterns, and she loved everything about it, so she decided to enlist Jack to help her build them.

Currently she is on her way to pick Jack so they can go buy material to make a few lanterns for her and Bumblebee.

"You know you can just buy them instead making them from scratch" Jack said.

"But then it won't be as special" she once learnt from a human series that things more special when you make them yourself because it demonstrates dedication and love to the one receiving it.

She wanted the sky lanterns to be a surprise so it took them about two days to finish them since apparently it was not as easy as she thought, and it took them a few attempts to get them right but will be worth it.

All she needed now was ask Bee to go on a night drive.

"Let's go Bee, I have a surprise for you" she guided him into the desert not too far from the base to where she and Jack left everything ready, it was starry night, and it just felt like the timing was perfect.

"I know it hasn't been easy for us in the last stellar cycles" she said "so I wanted to make something nice for us, even if is just one night."

She gave him one of the delicate sky lanterns. "Once we light them up just let them go and we can make our wishes" she explained.

Bumblebee light up the candles and grabbed her hand, they let go of their lantern and the same and take a minute to observe them fly away into the starry night. He turned around to look at her and tightened his hold on her hand, for once he felt at peace ever since coming to earth.

"I know we are not supposed to share what we wished for, but I will tell you anyway, I know we will be fine" she said.

She turned around to look at him and raised her hands to hold his face, she always liked holding him because it reassured her that he is there and alive.

"I wish for us to one that save our Cybertron, our home, a place where we can build our life together like we always hoped for, and it will be wonderful" she said closing the distance and resting her helm against his closing her eyes. "Because when that happens, I wish our future will be in the same place as our past, on in stars."

-

Once again Miko, Jack, Bulkhead and Arcee where spaying on them since they left the base.

"Shut up Jack, my favorite novela is about to start" Miko complained while holding a pair of binoculars and a camera.

-✿-✿-✿-✿-

Happy Bee, Happy me

Please let me know if there are any grammatical errors

[lucithekingofhell]

"Hm. I ship it."

(Bee will so sit at a table a bit away from Al and Luci and watch them through binoculars)

"I-..what?"

[spoopydeboop]

Made a sheet for my Palia OC!

Based loosely off of my Palia character — this is the OC I’ve developed lore for and am writing a fic for in the universe as well. :]

More info below the cut!

Meet Nico! (He/Him)

Nico is one of the humans that ended up in Palia when everything went down. He is a water type personality and his Starstone is onyx. He’s quiet and lost in thought often. He tries to keep himself busy and often goes on gathering excursions for whatever the townsfolk may need. Ashura sees that the guy is struggling and takes him under his wing, leading to Nico eventually choosing Ashura to be his Shepp.

Nico is fast friends with Tish and also the Pavels. Najuma and takes to him quickly and he does his best to be there for her like a big brother. Something about their bond is strangely… familiar.

Nico struggles to find where he fits in this strange new world, but he focuses maily on foraging and gathering. He loves collecting stones and cool rocks. He feels that the more busy he stays, the less time he has to think about everything.

He wears loose-fitting and comfy clothes for hiking and climbing!

Nico is always seen with his tattered backpack on. It was a gift from Tish and Jel when he moved in. Tish embroidered the tiny bee and Nico’s name at the top.

The goggles are something he commissions from Zeki after he’s been in Killima for a couple months. They’re flow-powered and allow him to see in the dark and zoom in like binoculars!

Nico is oddly apprehensive about flow at first, and his lore reveals it’s for good reason! Eventually be begins wearing a wooden ring necklace made with flow-infused wood.

And, well, he always has cool rocks. Who doesn’t?

Before you ask him, no — he doesn’t remember how he got his scar from before. None of the humans he knows of have clear memory from before Kilima. Maybe, by some divine intervention, Nico’s will begin to return?

I’m having SO much fun with this fic and OC! I’ll link chapters as I go if anyone’s interested. :)

[kimchi333]

My poem

It’s like I’m in a dream

I never seem to gleam

I always feel this pain

Like I’m drowning in the rain

You never came and pled

So there for I bled

It’s always a dread

You never owned up

To what you did

You always went and hid

Your feelings cold and dry

Like a dark stormy sky

You always made me cry

Though I could never say goodbye

And then you made me the bad guy

I always tried to make you happy

But you always made me feel so crappy

Left me to be popular

It’s like I was looking for your love with binoculars

But I couldn’t see through the storm

All I could do was morn

Your roses had sharp thorns

You words like a sharp horn

I was so torn

Your words hurtful

Never kind

Never mine

You never took your time

Always trapped me like a mime

Never spent a dime

Never made you mine

Tried so hard to be your friend

But it only resulted in the end

You never seem sad about it

Only seemed unbothered

Shoved passed me

Stung me like a bee

My heart pierced

I tried to be fierce

But only shed tears

A fires flame fading

Like a faded painting

My eyes gazing

Into your hazel eyes

You acted like a secret spy

Always buzzing like a fly

When I was hanging like a tie

Never got set free

Never felt like me

So hurt and cuts that never healed

Our chapter got pealed

You never cared about my storyline

Your attitude like a rotted rine

We were always running out of time

I could never make you mine

No matter how hard I tried

My hands were always tied

You always seemed to lie

Until I had to say goodbye

[ourfag]

okay im gonna ask for three: not the bees

oh this one is SO MUCH more lighthearted lmao this is a oneshot where stede takes ed on a romantic date to a botanical garden during the height of spring when the flowers are in full bloom and it’s beautiful and fragrant and vibrant and there are bees everywhere and ed is so scared of bees.

its ok though bc there’s binoculars in the car and ed goes and gets those. and then grabs a table overlooking the area where they were before and puts his feet up and gets his phone out:

Heart plummeting—Ed was calling off the date—fuck, fuck fuck fuck—Stede answered with a noise that he’d hoped would pass as inquisitive hum but came out closer to plaintive whimper.

From the other end, Ed spoke. “Tell me about those purple ones I keep seeing everywhere. The little guys. There’s a couple you’re standing right in front of.”

Stede looked down at the cluster of grape hyacinth by his feet.

“Yeah, those,” said Ed. “They’re all over the place. Is that on purpose? Or are they just a nice-looking weed, or what?”

“Where are you?” Stede asked, now less upset but considerably more confused.

“I’m over here.”

“That’s very helpful. Thank you.”

“Look, just rotate yourself. I’ll tell you when.”

Stede raised his head and rotated.

“Other way.”

Stede rotated the other way. “Oh, I think I see you. Is that you? Hi!”

and they have a sort-of-long-distance date where stede infodumps about flowers and ed follows along from behind his binoculars and No Bees Get Near Him

[ackb]

And now for something incredibly cool!

Mokey noticed a lot of bee activity in the backyard and when we broke out the binoculars, we discovered it was a real live swarm!

(It’s not actually very far away, I just didn’t want to get too close)

Because we had a Whole Thing (tm) last year with bees in the house, we knew a local bee keeper who we could call to come collect the swarm. She was super excited—apparently it’s the first swarm in our neighborhood this year!

They brought a swarm box and snipped off the low branch and shook the whole thing right in. All the bees dropped into the box like cornflakes. It was amazing!

They are going to go live at the hives in our neighborhood arboretum, where Mokey has been making daily treks lately.

It was a very exciting day!

[sterlingarcher23]

The white horse... Silver (Cat)

Blue and Yellow is a love color combination not a specific couple, mostly romantic love (Max, Lucas, Joyce when she's with Hopper etc wear it) Throughout the show the only consistent wardrobe choices are the blue hair tie (El) and yellow watch. The latter belongs to Max which connects the horse, reins and saddle and the shield via Lucas to Max and therefore El.

The reins in the painting are yellow pointing to the driver, the saddle which means co-driver is blue l.

Max drives - Yellow , El co-drives - Blue. Savvy?

Here are Blue and Yellow even in Yellow/Mustard and Red/Ketchup (indicating that they are dating).

The horse appears in El's bedroom (there's a lot going on in this image, the post I wanted to make however contains some findings of others that I looked at and noticed the important elements - it's still a draft) too right between Blue and Yellow and Max making the hand chop movement like she's splitting something.

The horse is even at closer inspection a Unicorn - as in One. Already made a post about it but I left out an important detail in the English language regarding pronouns:

I'll talk about the use of pronouns, Elfen Lied etc later and sorry if I am repetitive but if I would have to put everything into a single post I'd need more options to use images etc.

A few months ago the writers tweeted a picture of A wrinkle in time and hinting at Mrs Whatsit (a star that sacrificed itself to fight evil) in the tweet conversation - that's the flying centaur being on the cover. A horse yet again. And everything points to ElMax that is/are the horse and the shield.

The horse is a nod to the Lone Ranger and his horse: Silver. Why? Because Lucas is a Ranger in D&D not a knight.

Get it Ke-mo sah-bee? Which by the way means "he who looks out in secret/peeks". Binoculars!

And Max then takes over, zooming (one of two meanings of "Zoomer").

Silver as in "Silver cat"

Did I mention that Max fed dog while Blue and Yellow met in California?

FYI "In the west" means all the United States not just California especially for Russians.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this essay from David Sassoon, founder, editor and publisher of Inside Climate News:

Two visits to this wildlife sanctuary.  One week apart. I came to report the arrival of spring, an under-covered story. In the hope, too, that the new season might extinguish the fire in my brain, ablaze in the Anthropocene: The accelerating heat with its cascading catastrophes; the barbaric wars with their crimes against humanity; scorching hatreds shared instantly everywhere. Our raging modern inferno. 

And yet, we are in the midpoint of a great annual renewal, marked by the seasonal migration of creatures beyond number flying their way north. Might the incessant flapping of billions of pairs of wings cool down the hemisphere? Surely birdsong is balm for our blisters and burns? I went looking for remedy with little idea of what I was soon to witness.

It turned out not to be the birds. You can hear them, but they’re hard to see. Sure, I had an adequate pair of binoculars with me, and a bird ID app on my phone. Hopeless tools for an earthbound biped like me. My naked ears were far more useful. They could hear a woodpecker knocking into a distant tree. Mourning doves cooing in a branch above. An unseen swallow buzzing past my scalp. Blackbirds shrieking among the tall phragmites. Though it was daytime, an owl hooted, and a bullfrog seemed to answer. A paddling mallard provoked the obnoxious honking of a pair of rowdy geese. Only two of them, so damn loud. My notes also say: Fiddleheads. Bees. Chipmunks. Flash of orange. (In retrospect, likely an oriole.) 

I was grasping one thing at a time, cataloging the natural order—an outsider to it. What if I tried to listen to everything at once? It took repeated effort to gain fleeting entry into a parallel  world that wasn’t mine. A fluid orchestra of countless musicians perfectly riffing. The forest multi-tonal. Deciduous jazz. Not a single bad seat in the house. The debut of an up-tempo composition I’ll call How many dialects of warbler can the robin understand? Never to be played again.

What became apparent is that I don’t speak nature. The other sapiens I encountered didn’t seem to, either. A wholesome church group of well-dressed young adults. A guy in a baseball cap effusive about sighting a beaver. A teenager in pants striped red and white sporting a nose ring. All of us of such varied plumage yet belonging to a single species. 

To us it was Saturday morning. How laughable. I had arrived at nine—much too late to get the worm—and now, after a few hours as I began walking out, I turned my gaze upwards. I saw the architecture of tree branches; bud break of leaves; the sky. Oh! The bird realm! The aerial kingdom! I would need to return to see it in a new light.

My neighbor remembers when she was a young girl, the birds were so loud in the early morning that to sleep she’d have to plug her ears. We didn’t realize how much things were changing around us over the last half century. The human population was doubling from four to eight billion. On the other hand, the population of breeding birds was declining by three billion, a 30 percent drop—in North America alone. 

The last time birds had it so bad might have been when an asteroid six or nine miles wide slammed into the Earth, eons before hominids first walked upright. With two hundred million years of evolutionary history in their bones, birds are confronting a relatively instantaneous collective demise at our hands. 

We’ve been hearing these dire warnings for many years, yet the environmental carnage continues unabated. It’s part of what science calls biodiversity loss, the path we’ve trod in the Anthropocene, with its thousandfold increase in extinctions. We have no shame. 

[1nn32dem0n5]

dance puppets

i’ve taken up voyeurism lately my roomate has an old pair of binoculars. plastic strap goes on my neck. it’s bovinely simple. edge the knob till you can see. a girl with curly hair runs from a fat, relentles bee. i must not know what love is.

[broadcastbabe]

It’s your random kink, but I’m secretly thrilled to be a part of it. Whenever we plan to make love, you insist I undress in front of a undraped window. You pretend the natural light is flattering, but we both know you want whoever happens to be walking by to know how lucky you’re getting at this moment in time, The fantasy is a crowd will gather for the free girlie show and he will be their benefactor. He always asks if anyone notices and I truthfully report, not a single person… with some disappointment. He soothes himself with admiring the beauty of the light cascading over my derrière.

This afternoon is different, for both of us. I have relieved myself from the constraints of my street clothes in a protracted undulating dance to tease and taunt your arousal. It has worked and you are quite hard. That part is the same and expected, but as I drag my panties down my hips slowly, I happen to catch sight of a lone stranger making a bee line toward the sidewalk below. I watch them approach in a slow, but determined pace as I stand frozen in just my bra and panties. I note my heart skipping a few beats and wonder if I should mention the intruder. I decide to wait to see if they veer off for another destination, however the sudden flush to my loins does not go unnoticed by you. Commenting on the dewy shimmering trickling down my thighs, you suggest I use my panties to sponge up the excess for your consumption. As the figure advances, I oblige your request and toss them your way. Delighted, you indulge in the sensory overload as I unhook my bra… hoping to draw the full attention of this unknown person. I let the lingerie drop to the floor and massage my breasts to be provocative for the interloper. They are staring up from the sidewalk below now and our eyes finally meet. They pull binoculars from their hoodie’s front pocket and mime their use while pointing to a house in the far distance. I gleen they have been watching on a regular basis. One hand reflexively movies to sooth myself at the thought of all the previous times… and behaviors I have showcased in this window. Raising the binoculars to their eyes, they focus on my busy hand between my thighs, occasionally drifting upwards to watch me tweak my flushed nipples. Standing there buck naked before a random witness is as exhilarating as my own fingering. My whimpers alert you to the circumstances 

“Did we catch one, darlin’? Knew it was just a matter of time… Young? Old? Man? Woman?” Between gasps I whisper with fascinated puzzlement. 

“I can’t tell, but this is so hot…” 

“Right? Let’s give ’em a show. Turn toward the window, full frontal. And lick those busy fingers clean for our guest.” ”They have binoculars.” “Resourceful!” 

Nursing my fingers, my eyelids flutter from the flavor, and I soon return to knead my excitement to a new level. You cheer me on from behind the drapes, stroking yourself from your vantage point. Pushing an ottoman within reach, you suggest I raise one leg for a better view. “Baby, let them watch your fingers disappear inside you, make it excruciatingly slow… for all three of us.”

Shamelessly, … and thoroughly aroused, I open myself up to expose my moist swollen lips for the voyeur, who licks their lips and steadies their stance to watch as I breech myself. My head rolls with ecstasy as I slide two fingers deep. “Show them how wet you are, baby. In and out, for that glorious friction, show them how crazy that makes you.” 

I don’t need the coaching at this point, I’m going to cum with a fury that will haunt their wet dreams. Your steady voice egging me on is a contributing factor to my runaway sexual frenzy. I cannot formulate the repercussions or regrets I may have afterwards, it is all about performing for you and whomever is so invested in my release. I open myself wider with a third finger and your groans grow louder as you approach your own orgasm. I am moaning in harmony and steady myself with a flat hand against the glass. I try to identify the complete stranger, by staring into my reflection in their binoculars, to no avail. There is no one but them on the street, but I imagine more in the distance behind their binoculars and telescopes. The thought triggers my quivering to a full blown earthquake of an orgasm as I leave my body to witness the scene of debauchery. It seems in slow motion as I glimpse your way, exploding in solidarity with a huge grin on your face. I have never cum this hard and my breasts press against the cool window glass repeatedly as I buck and undulate for what seems like forever. I collapse onto the ottoman as the aftershocks have their way with me. In the melee, my witness has slipped away. You close the drapes, and I partially come back to my senses. “Oh my god, what have I done? I’ll never be able to leave the house again.” “You made their day, sweetie… be honest, it was a peak experience for you too.” 

“Of course, that was mind-blowing… definitely a one off though, we have to close the drapes from now on.”