We thought no one would notice - that it was too dark, too secluded in that corner. We were wrong.

Did you know she was watching us? I think you did. I could tell by how hot you were that day. I could tell by how hard you came. I could tell by the way you were gripping me, fingers digging into my skin.

She was watching from the beginning. As soon as you came up behind me - put your hands up my shirt, you caught her attention. She knew what you were doing. She could see your hands softly touching my breasts, pinching my nipples, making them hard as stone. She saw my eyes close, as I leaned back into you. She watched you whisper in my ear, unable to hear, but able to guess what you said to me. She saw me shiver at your voice, your breath.

She was watching when your hand slid up under my skirt. She watched my legs spread a little wider, my head turned back to kiss you, taste your tongue, feel your lips against mine. She watched as my hand grabbed you, through your jeans, rubbing you, teasing you.

She watched as you lifted the back of my skirt and pressed your hips up against me. You were so hard already; I was so wet I could smell it. Could you smell me as you unzipped your pants? Could you smell me when you slid between my legs; when you were teasing me, barely touching me with your cock?

I caught her eye, just then. I saw her cheeks turn slightly pink as your hand came up to my throat. You held me like that as you entered me. I saw her deep intake of breath, then, almost as deep as mine. Barely moving, the two of us in that dark corner. Barely moving, but enough. We were so tense, trying to keep from being noticed, being so hot from the possibility. And she was watching the entire time.

She started swaying a little. Right in time with us. She was liking this almost as much as we were. Her face had gone from pink to red. Her breath was as shallow as mine. Her hands gripped her chair with white knuckles as she watched us.

She watched as you moved one hand to my hair, the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me up to you, on to you, a little harder each time. She watched as you nibbled on my neck, tasting my sweat, making me moan out loud. She watched as your grip on me tightened, holding me still as you moved slightly faster, still barely perceptible.

Our eyes locked just as you came, your body tense, gripping me even harder, going deeper with each spasm. I smiled at her, then - smiled as she let out a deep sigh.