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The Voyeur
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The Voyeur The Voyeur… She was sitting on her balcony sipping champagne. The night was hot and sultry…unusual weather for this early in the Summer. She ran the cold champagne flute over her forehead to feel the cold glass and the beads of moisture cool her. It was Friday night and the complex seemed deserted. Most of the apartments were dark…even hers. There was just a small shaft of light from her bedroom lamp that lit the shadowed interior of her apartment. She was wearing a loose fitting, cotton sundress and nothing else. It was too hot, too sultry to wear underwear. She loved to feel the small breeze as it moved across her bare legs, giving some relief from the heat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a light come on across the courtyard and one floor down. It was the new guy’s apartment. He had just moved in a week or so ago and she could see a few boxes still sitting around his living room. She watched him move about the living room, opening the drapes and the sliding door. Then he went into the bedroom and turned on the light. Since the night was hot, he opened the curtains and slid open the window to catch the slight breeze that had come up. He was a handsome man. Tall and tan…dark hair and moustache. She bet he had blue eyes too. What a combination! Always her weakness too. She leaned back in her chair and took another sip of champagne…but for only a moment. She could see into his bedroom and he began taking off his clothes! She sat bolt upright and watched intently, gasping when he pulled off his polo shirt and dropped it on the foot of his bed. Broad shoulders and well muscled arms rippled and graced a powerful torso. He toed out of his loafers and removed his socks. Another gasp from her, as he undid his slacks and let them fall to the floor in a puddle of khaki…then stepped out of them. Strong legs, runner’s legs, she thought. But that was only the beginning. When he slid the tight briefs off, his grateful cock, about half hard, nodded in appreciation of its freedom. He was an Adonis! She drank in the look of him, perfectly proportioned, a gorgeous hunk of man-flesh indeed. He moved about the room with a cat-like grace…a panther she thought. Then, he did something totally unexpected and she gasped once again. Standing in the middle of the room, at a forty-five degree angle to the window, he touched his fingertips to his tongue to moisten them and began to stroke his cock to full hardness. At half-hard it was a wonderful sight, but now…now it was fully hard and an incredible sight. He stopped and touched his fingertips to his tongue again and began stroking his cock once again. His head lolled back and his face relaxed with the pleasure she knew he must be feeling. She squirmed in her deck chair and couldn’t resist sliding her hand across her breasts and feeling her already hard nipples. The scene before her was making her very hot…and very wet. She could feel the wetness, could smell the wonderful odor of sex…that lush, musky smell of pheromones signaling her rising lust. Some men, observant men who were in tune with their senses, commented on her natural scent and were drawn to her because of it. Others, the vast majority in fact, hadn’t a clue. She snapped out of her reverie and refocused on the neighbor across the way. His cock stood confidently as he continued to stroke it…faster now. The look on his face was pure bliss as he stroked with an obviously practiced rhythm. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and jostled the champagne glass as she went to set it on the small table on her balcony. She was deep in the shadows and there was no way anyone could see her. She spread her legs and ran her hand up the inside of her thigh…spreading wider until she could feel the<b> wetness </font></b>at her cleft. She deftly hooked the back of her leg over the arm of the chair so she could open wider and dip a finger or two into the<b> wetness. </font></b>She was slick and she pulled the moisture to her clit and began to circle it, stroking…just like he was stroking. In only a moment, she matched his rhythm and felt herself nearing the edge of orgasm. He was close…so close. She saw his body begin to tense and she was right there with him. The heat of her own orgasm began to radiate through her. His hand was a blur as he stroked to the finalé. She stifled a moan and more as her orgasm caught her and pulled her over the edge of desire. He followed as he grabbed the shirt he had so carelessly thrown on the foot of the bed and held it under his cock as he began to come. He let out a growl that she could hear across the courtyard and his cock began shooting the opalescent fluid. He seemed to come forever and so did she as she continued to watch the show and stroke her clit as shudder after shudder racked her body. She could see him take a deep breath and it matched hers as she began to come down from the heights she had climbed with him. That was it…she just had to find a way to meet this new neighbor. Perhaps she could be a welcoming committee of one. She smiled at the thought and began to plan her next move. |
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