Abigail studied herself in the full length mirror. The softness of her yellow dress emblazoned with pink flowers was cut by her dark leather jacket. It had been a long while since she had a night out with her husband and she wanted to look nice. No, not nice…sexy. She was just figuring out if she had achieved this look when the doorbell rang.

“Shit, Charlotte is here already!” She said to herself, smoothing on her bright red lipstick and puckering her lips quickly.

She heard her husband, Seb open the front door. Charlotte was their neighbour’s daughter. She was 21 and at University, but lived at home. With two younger siblings she was keen to get out of the house to study and very quickly offered her services. Their little one was already tucked up in bed. It would hopefully be an easy night for her.

Abigail grabbed her bag and padded down the stairs. She heard laughter from the living room and entered to find Seb and Abigail on the sofa talking.

Charlotte stood upon her entering and walked closer to give Abigail a hug.

“Hi Abi. Wow, you look gorgeous!” She exclaimed, looking her up and down.

“Thank you,” Abi found herself blushing. She looked over at Seb, who had a huge grin on his face. He had already shown how much he appreciated her “sexy look” earlier.

He stood up and said, “You really do look great. Let's get going. I'm thirsty.” He took Abigail’s hand and headed towards the front door.

Seb came sauntering back with two drinks and shimmied into the booth sat opposite her. They clinked their glasses, “Cheers!” Seb was about to take a sip before he closed his eyes and shook his head. His phone was ringing.

Abigail's heart sank. Work would only phone on his night off if it was an emergency. He was going to go in.

He gave her an apologetic look as he answered. Abigail's took a big gulp of her bourbon, the burn doing nothing to take the edge off her disappointment.

He hung up. “I'm really sorry Abigail.” He said earnestly. She took his hand and smiled. “It's ok. I know how much you wanted this too,” Abigail said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

She watched him put on his coat, thinking about how handsome he looked. A stir between her legs made her squirm as she remembered him taking her earlier. He had seen her in that dress and bent her over the bed. It was quick. Hard. Fun. But she was hoping for more later. Those hopes had been quashed.

Now alone in the bar, she took another sip of her drink. The bourbon was working its magic. Despite the interrupted plans, she felt her body relax. Busy family life and work meant she rarely had time alone like this. She leant back and enjoyed the moment.

A buzzing on her phone interrupted her, she took it out in a rush thinking it might be Charlotte. It was a text from Seb saying sorry again. Abigail sighed once more and instinctively opened the living room camera app to check everything was ok at home.

Her mouth opened in shock. She locked the phone quickly and threw it on the table. After a few seconds she reached for it once more and delicately unlocked the screen.

Her heart jumped into her mouth. In full view of the camera was Charlotte, leggings pulled around her ankles, legs spread wide with everything on show. She was masturbating. Abigail inhaled quickly. Charlotte was masturbating on her sofa. Abi felt a rush of guilt as she realised she forgot to mention the camera in the living room.

Abigail closed the app and locked her phone quickly, her face flushing at the sight of Charlotte's moments of self pleasure. Abigail has only ever seen one pussy up close and that was her own. She had never thought about women in that way. Knocking back her drink, she took a deep breath and told herself to calm down.

She sat for a few minutes, her phone burning a hole on the table. She couldn't, she shouldn't…yet she found her hand reaching and unlocking once more.

The booth gave her privacy. She opened the app again ensuring nobody could see her screen. Fuck. Charlotte was fingering herself. Abigail watched mesmerised as she slowly grated her hips up and down in rhythm, matching the pace of her two fingers inside her. She swallowed hard. Why could she not stop watching? She noticed the twinge below had turned into a throbbing…was she wet? No, she couldn't be. She wasn't into women…was she?

Her eyes were glued to the screen. Charlotte’s face was twisted in pleasure, brows furrowed, mouth ajar, face flushed. Abigail found herself wishing she could turn the volume up to hear.

Abigail bit her lip as she watched Charlotte shudder on her own fingers. She closed the app and exhaled slowly. She had been holding her breath.

Abruptly she got up to get another drink, her head swimming with all kinds of thoughts. As she rose she was hit with a sudden realisation. She was wet. So wet, she could feel her underwear dampening. Trying to ignore this fact, she ordered another drink and sat back down in the booth.

It couldn't be ignored. There was a throbbing in a place that made no sense to her. Her skin tingled and she could almost hear her pulse beating in her head. She wanted to check her phone again. She needed to.

She took it out of her pocket and unlocked it again, navigating to the app. Charlotte was mostly out of view of the camera, sitting at the dining table at her laptop. She was back up studying.

Abigail sat with her drink for a while, waiting for these strange but not unwelcome feelings to dissipate. They didn't. She got up. It was time to go home.

Unlocking the door, Abigail found the sensations in her body on high alert. She tried to sound normal greeting Charlotte.

“Hi Charlotte. I'm back. Seb got called to work unfortunately.” Abigail said, unable to help herself, glimpsing down at her leggings that were pulled around her ankles an hour or so ago.

“Oh hi Abi. That's a shame. Getting all dressed up and not being able to enjoy yourself. You look amazing as well,” Charlotte said, smiling at her. She got up and started packing away her books.

“Oh you don't have to leave yet. Please stay. You can carry on studying.” Abigail said, taking off her jacket and sitting down on the sofa. Once again, she couldn't shake the image of Charlotte sitting right here, pleasuring herself earlier.

She heard movement behind her and looked up to see Charlotte sit down next to her, in that very spot.

Suddenly her mind was wracked with guilt with having a camera in here without her knowledge. It was hidden on the bookshelf and she completely forgot to tell Charlotte about it.

“I'm sorry Charlotte, I need to tell you something…” she blurted out. She looked over at her, Charlotte's face looked worried. “What is it? Have I done something? Ben has been fast asleep. I keep checking on him.” She said, sitting up, moving her anxious looking face closer to hers.

“It's just that…well I don't know how to say this…there is a camera in here and I was checking on things and well I saw…I saw you.” Abigail said tentatively. Her heart was in her throat. She looked over at Charlotte. Her skin had turned crimson. Remaining motionless she stared at Abigail in shock, pausing a few seconds before speaking.

“I erm…oh god that's embarrassing.” She said, looking down to the floor.

“No it isn't. It's not at all. I feel really bad that I didn't tell you about the camera. It completely slipped my mind. But no…what you were doing. That's not embarrassing at all. I mean we all do it right?” Abigail laughed awkwardly and looked at Charlotte. Her face was still looking down.

“It's ok Charlotte.” Abigail put her hand on her thigh, realising too late that it might be inappropriate. Charlotte looked up at Abigail, her face serious. “You do it too?” She asked, a look of curiosity on her face.

Abigail moved her hand away and turned her body to face Charlotte. “Of course. Seb works nights a lot. Plus I enjoy a bit of self care.” Abigail said, looking at Charlotte, realising she was thinking about her pussy laid bare in front of the camera earlier.

“Did you…did you like what you saw?” Charlotte asked. Suddenly there was a new tension in the room. Abigail looked at Charlotte but couldn't form any words to speak. She nodded. Her mind was whirring.

Charlotte stroked her own thigh gently. “You liked watching me?” She asked, her hand grazing her inner thigh. Abigail swallowed hard. Was Charlotte into girls? She couldn't recall if she'd ever seen her with a boyfriend or girlfriend.

It seemed words were no longer required. Abigail’s chest heaved up and down slowly, watching flabbergasted as Charlotte reached into her leggings. She took a deep breath. There was no denying the throbbing down below.

Gazing at Abigail with serious eyes, Charlotte moved her hand up and down, her breath becoming deeper.

Abigail realised she was holding her breath. She exhaled and felt the desire take over her body. Her hands gently rubbed her thighs, brushing her dress up slowly. She watched in anticipation as Charlotte slowly peeled off her leggings.

For the second time tonight Abigail was shocked. There was nothing underneath her leggings. Charlotte had been sitting studying with no underwear on. She sat with her feet up on the sofa, legs wide open. She stopped rubbing and looked over. Abigail felt her longing take over, her hand moved upwards and she rubbed herself over her panties. They were soaking. She too lifted her feet up and positioned her body towards Charlotte. She removed her panties swiftly.

A stillness surrounded the room. They stared at each other, legs wide open, pussy on display. Abigail had never felt so aroused in her life.

They both moved simultaneously, hands straight straight to their pussys, rubbing in circles. Charlotte bit her lip as she stared at Abigail’s cunt, which was now flowing with wetness as she rubbed her clit intensely. Abigail found herself moaning loudly and she looked into Charlotte's eyes, begging for more.

Charlotte slid two fingers inside her, gasping out loud as she did. Abigail listened intently as the sounds of her wet pussy penetrated the room. The new feelings of longing and desire to see a woman, this woman, pleasuring herself had taken over.

Not only see, but to join in. She wasted no time sliding two of her own fingers inside her, matching the rhythm of Charlotte, fast and hard.

The sounds of pleasure filled the room. Abigail could feel the tension building, it wouldn't be long now, they moaned and groaned in unison, before Abigail couldn't take it anymore. She held her breath momentarily before cumming hard on her fingers. Charlotte followed, making her own orgasm linger for longer, the fluttering on her fingers continuing, giving her the longest and hardest orgasm of her life.

They both sat back on the sofa, breathless and exhausted. A wicked grin appeared on Charlotte's face and they both laughed. No words were needed.

The moment was interrupted by Abigail’s phone ringing. She jumped up in a panic, suddenly back to reality. Feeling a twinge of guilt at seeing Seb’s name, she answered in an extra enthusiastic voice.

As she spoke she saw Charlotte slip on her leggings and hastily grab her belongings before heading to the door. She waved awkwardly as she let herself out.

Abigail hung up. She crashed back onto Sofa in shock. Seb was on his way home. Her panties lay next to on the sofa. There was no denying how turned on she felt and how that exhilarating feeling had still not left her body.

Abigail would definitely be calling upon Charlotte's services again soon.

Very soon.