Voyeuristic Interlude
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I love to watch. As a matter of fact, my screen name is Lve2watch. I can’t get enough. It’s an addiction, possibly a sickness. I guess not a lot of women are into these things like I am, well not that they would admit anyway. Don’t you dare try to cure me, though, because I love to watch too much.
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I conned my parents into believing that I was into the stars, so they bought me a very nice telescope for Christmas. Now that I have it set up on the balcony of my high-rise apartment, I’m not into TV anymore. I don't surf half as much as I used to, either. I just spend all my free time looking in people’s windows. I know it’s bad, and I should be ashamed, but I’m too busy having fun for that. It is hurting no one that, at the very least, should be a good thing. The other night, though, I saw something that really threw me for a loop, and I loved it.
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I came home from work at the usual time. After eating dinner and sorting through the mail, I opened a bottle of wine. I have a good job, so I only buy the good wine. I had half a bottle down by the time the sun was down enough for me to begin my nightly caper. Taking the bottle out onto the balcony with me, I lit myself a joint.
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The pickings were slim this evening. There was a boy a few streets over who was yanking himself, while looking at a porno magazine. I get a lot of that. At first it was interesting, but it got old fast. I mean, teenage boys have those little bodies that aren’t developed yet and everything. I’m sure it’s much more fun for them to do than it is for me to watch. There were a couple of fights, a mugging and a couple of old people that I would rather not comment on. But what I found on the 18th floor of the big red stone building made up for all of that, and more.
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At first I thought everything was normal. I mean, she wasn’t the prettiest girl I had ever seen, but she was okay. The brown silk camisole she wore looked good on her. And he was a beautiful man, that I immediately, I thought ‘What a waste.’ He was the type that I would have gladly written bad checks for. Tall with a muscular build, his hair was dark and curly. I fine-tuned the telescope to look at his eyes. They were dreamy, with a smoky bedroom quality, the kind that I have wet dreams about at night.
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I sighed deeply as he took his lover in his arms and kissed her deeply. As he released her, she turned and I saw the bulge in her panties. To my surprise she turned out to be a man in drag, an effeminate man, but still a man. Well, I had to admit that this was certainly different. I mean, what next, women in Armani suits? What it turned out to be, though, was even more astonishing. It was right then that something rumbled in my panties. I was a bit disturbed for a second; so I took a slug from my wine bottle and then a second for good measure.
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I continued to watch as things below really started to heat up, for both of us. The little guy in the lingerie was hesitant at first, I think. Then as he built up his courage, he unbuttoned and slipped his man’s Oxford shirt off. I liked the small tuft of dark hair between his lovely pecs. I sighed as the girly boy leaned in and kissed his sweetheart on the nipples. Then he unhitched the larger man’s belt and let his slacks drop. I shivered when I saw that mouthwatering hunk of man in just his boxers. He looked so good that I could feel my nipples crinkle in my bra.
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As they stood in front of the couch kissing, the blond guy ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair in such a way that no one could mistake it for anything but love. It tugged at my heartstrings, not to mention making my clit throb. Not wanting to take my eyes off the lens, I fumbled around in the dark for a cigarette.
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When the large man sat down on the couch, he lovingly pulled his lover into his lap. I was so jealous of the way he very, very sensuously, stripped his loved one’s camisole off. I’ve never been treated to anything that wonderful. He slowly raised the silky garment up his man’s body and kissed each line of skin that presented itself. When it was off, they crashed together in the most passionate kiss I have ever seen. I could see the dark man’s fingers teasingly stroking the blonde man’s back. And might I add, the blonde man’s ass looked absolutely stunning in those burgundy lace panties. I only hoped that my ass looked as good when I was straddling a man like that. Watching was getting me so excited that I was drooling from several orifices at once.
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As I watched, I felt a hand on my left breast. Imagine my surprise when I realized that it belonged to me. Throwing caution to the wind, I stepped out of my jeans and stripped off my wife beater t-shirt. As I stood there in my panties and bra, the command performance continued. With a sigh, I figured, if anyone was watching me, all they would see was my underwear. Strange thinking for a Peeping Tammy, huh?
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This entire episode amazed me. I couldn’t believe my luck, if you could call it that. It was like catching Santa Claus at work. I mean, you’d always heard of The Big Guy, but no one you knew had ever actually seen him. I roughed up my breasts pretty good while I watched these men make love to each other. I just wondered how I was going to be able to tell people this story without giving myself away, but at the moment, though, that was a very short-lived thought.
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As he switched positions, the larger man eased his lover out of his lap and onto the couch. With a reverence most married couples don’t have, he peeled the little blonde guy’s panties aside, exposing his hard little cock. Even though it was small, it looked perfect for sucking. My eyes popped wide open and I gasp in surprise when that was exactly what happened. When the dark man leaned down and took his boy toy into his mouth, the blonde guy’s head snap back in ecstasy. Caught up in the moment, I unconsciously teased my fuzzy mound through my panties. I was so desperate to watch the rest of the show, that I was determined not to let my dancing fingers distract me.
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I could tell, from experience, that the dark man was deep throating his little guy. I found myself admiring his technique. From what I could tell, he was very good at what he was doing. I’m quite sure his darling thought so too, because it only took a few minutes before I could see him tense up and knew that he was pumping his load into the larger man’s mouth. They kissed very passionately for a long time after that. I like to think that the little man was sucking his own cum back out of his ‘husband’s’ mouth, but there’s no way for me to know for sure.
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Aroused, I slid a hand under my panties and cupped myself, trying, seriously, to touch myself yet resist the temptation to masturbate at the same time. I was losing the battle, but I fought gallantly. I finally settled for rubbing my swollen lips but avoiding my clit at all costs. Soon I wasn’t even able to do that either. I just hoped I wouldn’t go off before they did.
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The hottest thing I saw that night was when the girly boy flipped over and offered himself to his heartthrob. I was grooving on the way the bigger man possessively pulled the burgundy panties off his boyfriend. It was such a sexy sight. From the way that he reacted, you could tell that the girly boy loved to dress up like a girl. The feel of the silk was what probably did it for him. The ecstasy on his face, as his hairless ass was stripped of the cloth, was just marvelous. I had a small orgasm over just that, but I was determined not to notice.
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But I couldn’t help getting turned on by the move that happened next. The dark haired man teased the blonde man’s shaved balls with his fingertips from behind. I called him a bastard softly, because I could see how the girly boy begged not to be teased. He tried desperately to grind his ass back for some of the stiff cock that he craved. I felt so sorry for ‘my sister’. Having been with a cruel, teasing type, I know how badly he wanted to be fucked. I, personally, can’t wait to be filled up, and I could see that it was the same with him. When at long last, he got his wish, the look of ecstatic satisfaction made my heart go out to ‘her.’
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The larger man started plowing his ‘girl’ slowly, and ‘she’ couldn’t have appreciated it more. Yet again, I was jealous beyond comparison. Soon, though, they found a rhythm. The blonde one bucked back against every thrust his man made into him from behind. I imagined that I could hear their bodies slamming into each other with semi-violence that one can only compare to a contact sport. I kept thinking that if Monday Night Football were this erotic I had better start watching.
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The part that caught me by surprise was when the large man reached between the smaller man’s legs and started stroking his swollen little cock. I guess it was just something I hadn’t thought about, or possibly had taken for granted. Being a woman, I had never considered that it might take a little helping hand, so to speak, to get off. But what a blast off that little blonde man had. He must have spewed a gallon of sperm before they both collapsed onto the couch.
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Not being able to wait any longer, I plopped into the nearest chair and propped my legs open. Pulling my panties aside, I franticly slid two fingers over my swollen clit without the slightest hesitation. I was so horny; I thought I was going to explode. The contact and friction were just beyond heavenly. I had myself breathing hard in no time flat. The crest of the wave was just seconds away, and I was an impatient bitch. After what seemed an eternity of frazzled nerve endings, the dam broke and I cummed in a screaming fit that went on for almost three minutes.
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It was then that I saw the glint off your camera lens, and I knew I’d been ‘voyeured’ too. I reached for the bottle, and memorized your location, so I could return the favor.
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It was then that I saw the glint off your camera lens, and I knew I’d been ‘voyeured’ too. I reached for the bottle, and memorized your location, so I could return the favor.
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The End…
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