0 comments/ 50658 views/ 0 favorites Just a Peek By: Azuldrgon (A story I wrote a couple months ago. Trying a different style just to see if it works. All are at least eighteen in this one.) * I have worked at the same restaurant for a number of years. Started as a busboy, it took me about twelve years to take over and run the place. I earned the respect of my crew the hard way, by working my ass off. So it isn't strange to think I have tons of stories about the strange stuff going on behind the swinging doors. This is an incident that happened a few years ago. It so happens that the storage room for dry goods is located next to the office I use during evening service. By accident or design by the previous manager, there is a small hole at head level that can be used to spy to ensure productivity as he had always said. I swear I use to never use it cause I have a level of trust with my crew. That was until one night. I have known C dog since we were both busboys. He preferred to stay as a waiter cause the tips were better than the starting wages. I disagreed with him and soon became his boss. He didn't mind though just because he was in his prime. Twenty three years old, toned down bod, shortly cropped hair. He had a black book the size of a day planner full of not only hot girl numbers, but their measurements and how they graded. He would rate every girl he banged by what she did and how kinky she was. I told him he could retire if he ever sold that book. One night, C Dog told me he was checking inventory. This was code for a break since we were such good buds. He took his time walking into the dry storage room while I finished filing that damn paperwork. It wasn't long until I heard voices coming from the other room. One was C, just sweet talking someone although I had no clue who, until I heard that giggle. One of the traditions I kept was giving everyone nicknames. Giggles was a thin redhead who talked with a slight valley girl accent. She got giggles just because if you looked at her a weird way, she couldn't stop giggling. It was a giggle that could make a priest hard just because it was so cute. It also caused those nice B cups to jiggle a bit. I know people tell me that B cups are too scrawny to jiggle, but hers did. So when she started to giggle, i got to see those puppies bounce again. I admit, I looked through the peephole. I watched as Giggles began to slowly unbutton her shirt before C. Her bra was light in color, almost see through. As she removed it, C was on her neck from behind nibbling on that neck of hers. As she leaned to the side, her hands slid her skirt down to reveal a really tiny G string. C's hands were all over her like an octopus. It wasn't long until one of his hands slipped in the top of her panties and began to move in small circles. Her hips began to gyrate as she reached up and undid the clasp of her bra, revealing erect nipples. I could hear her say things like hoping they don't get caught or maybe they should go someplace more private. C dog responded by allowing his lips to crush hers, allowing his pants to drop revealing his erect piece. She bent down quickly and took him into her mouth as if she was starved. Her moans were stifled by his dick, his hands wrapping in her red hair as his hips began to thrust into her. I watched the look on his face as he was not seducing this girl, but throttling her like she was some two bit whore. It was a little while before he allowed himself to escape the black hole between her lips and barked out the order for her to lean against the stack of boxes. I got a good look at that fat ass of hers as she pulled down her G string before leaning down. C dog was on her, shoving his meat into her. He wasn't taking it easy on her, but was tearing that shit up. I could hear her moans, watching as she begged for more and more punishment before he pulled out and commanded her to kneel before unloading all over that pretty face of hers. By this time, I was stiffer than laminate. I snuck off to the bathroom to pull a quick one while service began. It was very soon that C dog knocked on the door and told me I was needed up front. As I walked through the swinging doors, i saw Giggles with her hair back up, looking professional. It was at that moment I knew I would have to tap that ass soon. Sadly, the chance never came. Giggles moved away taking any chance of feeling her ass from the inside with her. I start checking the peep hole more often now, for productivity reasons of course. I'll tell you more stories as I see fit. After all, a boss can't reveal everything .Can he? (Want more stories from the restaurant? Ya need to vote.) Just a Peek Cum hit the floor with a splat. He groaned and slowed his stroking down, pumping every last bit of semen from his now aching cock. Some of it dribbled down his shaft to his balls and thighs, and he wiped it off with his palms. Mika gave a contented sigh and smiled at the small pool of jizz on the ground. He grabbed a nearby washcloth and wiped it up. Quickly he looked out the window once more. She was in bed, sleeping soundly. She looked so at peace. If only she knew what he was doing, only a few yards away. "Goodnight." he said, despite the fact that she would never hear it. He climbed into his shower, rinsing away all the cum, sweat and lube that caked his body. Now that his dick was limp, he could finally think for a moment on things.. on her. This had started a month ago. He'd never noticed the girl next door until he happened to walk by her one day. It wasn't that she was amazingly gorgeous that he was attracted to her, although she was a pretty girl with a decent body. When she brushed by him, underneath the smoky perfume she was wearing he caught a whiff of her true scent. He was hooked. When he smelled that soft, feminine yet completely animal and sexual smell of her damp skin his cock immediately stood at attention. Oh what it would be, to press his nose against every piece of flesh, crook of skin and crevice to smell that again. To imagine the sweet smell of her juices all over his face. Night after night he peeked through the windows. She kept her bedroom window open and he could often spot her, and every night he waited for her to go to sleep. This was the best because she usually worked out right before sleep, doing light cardio and some stretches. He loved to watch her flex her muscles, to see her tight ass bouncing in the air. He wanted to pound his cock right into it, and not stop til he was completely sated. He wanted to squeeze and lick her tits and suckle until she begged him to stop. He wanted every piece of her. Mika dried off and climbed in bed, imagining her next to him and how sweet it would be. It wasn't long before he fell asleep. The next day he saw her outside, fumbling with her keys trying to get in her car. She had a gym bag hanging off one arm and a slightly visible gym pass in one hand. Ah the quest for perfection. It was one he knew well. He looked down at his out of shape frame. His arms and legs were at least toned, but his beer belly jutted out and he had some chubbiness around his chin. After months of desperately trying working out at the gym hours on end, he'd given up. She bent over, her pants swinging down low, exposing her black thong. Mika grinned. That was one thing he'd not seen yet, usually only seeing the top of her bikini cut panties. Soon she was off, driving away somewhat slowly. Mika sighed and backed away from the window. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror. What a sad looking man he saw. His hair was greasy and his clothes were baggy and mishapen on him. He was going to have to work on that. A few hours later he heard her car pull in the driveway. In his newer, fresh clothing and freshly washed hair he nearly ran to the window, and he peered out through the blinds. She was still sweaty and in her dirty clothes. She wiped her brow with her arm and went inside. For a few moments she was out of his sight of vision until she showed up in her bedroom. Her windows were wide open, yet she began stripping. His eyes went wide as he watched. First went the tshirt, and then the sports bra. He eyed her hard pink nipples and firm tits, eager to see what else awaited him. She stripped off the sweat pants and her skimpy thong. Mika took in her entire form, aware his jaw had since dropped and stayed that way. To his dismay she moved away from the window, and went into her drawer. He craned his neck to see what she was doing but it was no use. When she returned to her bed, front and center, he saw what was in her hand. It was silver and long. He almost gasped when he saw the light reflect off it in her hands. She sat on her bed, spread her legs wide, and dipped the vibrator between her legs. Mika's cock was thoroughly engorged when he saw this wondrous act playing out before him. He dipped his hand into his boxers and grabbed on tightly, stroking himself as he saw she did the same. She looked as if she was having all sorts of fun, making ecstatic faces and arching her back, throwing her head back and grinding against it. "Oh thank God." he murmured to himself, gripping his dick like a vice. Then suddenly she stopped, and he stopped too. "What's wrong?" he thought. She put down the vibrator and stood up, throwing on a terry cloth robe. Before he knew it she'd left the room. "Fuck!" he thought, and let go of his prick. He paced around his bathroom, thinking about her in the throws of ecstasy. He wanted a taste of it so bad, and if not a taste then at least another peek. The buzz of the door bell startled him so much he jumped in the air. "Coming!" he screamed, pushing his boner back into his boxers and pulling some jeans on. He ran to the door, opening it to find the girl directly in front of him. He wanted to die of embarassment. "Hi." she said, "Your name's Mika, right? We were introduced once." "Yeah, yeah that's me." he said, "And you're -" "Charlotte." she said, smiling. "I was just wondering if you could help me out with something?" He froze. He just stood there looking at her like an idiot. "Can I come in?" she asked. "Uh, yeah sure." he moved aside and she waltzed in, slamming the door behind her. "Nice place," she said, "But I was wondering if you could help me with a little itch I have." "Itch?" She smiled seductively, moving closer to him, her hands reaching for her belt. She dropped her robe to the floor. There she was in all her glory, in his own home. "I'm lonely, Mika," she said, "I haven't been fucked in months, and I need you to do that for me." He swallowed down hard. This was really happening? "So, will you?" she said, pouting. "I...Um... Of course." he said. She came towards him and placed her lips on his dark nipple. He moaned loudly, pulling at his pants. She helped him, unzipping them and casting them aside, pulling down his underwear. Soon her soft warm hand was on his raging hard on. He gasped, pushing his hips further into her. She laughed, "Eager are we?" Charlotte took his other hand and placed it on her pussy, guiding his index finger to her clit. "You know what to do." she whispered. Mika began stroking the little nub, feeling it grow harder underneath him. She sighed and in turn jerked on his prick. "Oh, is this happening to me?" he moaned. She laughed again this time and pulled away. "Of course it is." she grabbed his hand and lead him to the bedroom, "Now," she said, "What are you going to do?" He looked at her and licked his lips. "I'm gonna fuck you all night." She laid back on his bed, spreading her legs and showing him her wet pussy. He got between her legs and slid his hard cock into her. Suddenly he felt a power rush so dizzying he nearly passed out. He had her, finally. Mika pushed himself all the way in, until the tip of him hit her cervix and his balls were pressed firmly against her. She smiled up at him, an urge for him to go on. He first thrust slowly, easing his phallus into her completely. Soon though he grabbed her hips and began thrusting harder and faster. She was so wet, he could feel her juices all over his thighs and stomach. She was screaming and moaning and digging her nails into his ass. In and out, in and out until he was in a frenzy, sweat covering both of them, unaware of whose bodily fluids was whose. "Oh yes," she moaned, gripping his arms she came hard against his cock, exploding in wetness as her body shivered. She bit his shoulder hard enough to leave bite marks. Mika felt his own release coming, pumping away, heaving on top of her. He pulled his cock out and let his seed spray all over her pussy. He grinned and used his cock to rub his cum all over her, sticking it back inside and feeling the delicious warmth there. He fell next to her, a hand on her neck and the other on her breast. "Thank you." she said, "I've been wondering what that would be like for months now." He looked at her confused, "Me? Why?" She laughed, "Because I saw you watching me!" He turned beet red, "Oh, sorry." "Don't be." she said, turning and moving some stray hair out of his face, "I could get used to this situation." He kissed her, their tongues intermingling, pulling her lips in his mouth. "So could I." Just a Peek It was just a normal lunch hour; I was in the park looking for a place to eat my sack lunch. I was not searching for sun or shade or a view of the greenery, I was hoping to find a seat where I might get a glimpse up a young ladies skirt. I know it sounds sick and I guess it is but nothing turns me on more than to peek where I'm not supposed to look. I ended up across from a rather frumpy woman sitting on a blanket while she fed most of her lunch to the birds. She was a middle-aged washed out blonde with ill-fitting clothes and a rather short skirt for a woman of her years. She was not the kind of person you would notice and just as I was debating whether to more on, she fell back while reaching for her lunch. As she caught herself, her legs came apart and there I was staring right at her panties. I could see she was wearing hose instead of pantyhose and her chubby thighs bulged out over the tops of her nylons. I didn't care, this was the longest peek I'd ever had up a girls skirt and I liked it. She remained that way as first she tried to rebalance herself and then to retrieve her bag again. I sat there staring open-mouthed for one, two, three counts and still I was seeing up her skirt. She finally righted herself and then she was staring right into my eyes. She had to know I was peeping at her as there was no other explanation and yet instead of a nasty look I got a smile as she slowly closed her legs. It was as if she didn't care if I ogled her, it threw me for a loop, and I didn't know what to do. As I watched, she stood and crossed over to where I was sitting and sat next to me. "You were just looking up my skirt, weren't you?" "Er, no, I mean I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." "Just tell me this did you like it?" "Oh god yes, I mean I'm sorry I'm really not that kind of guy." "No, it's OK it excited me when I saw you looking. My name is Joyce, what's your name?" "I'm Richard, Rich, you mean you didn't mind me peeking at you?" "Richard, honey I wouldn't call that open mouth stare a peek but yeah it excites me when a young man such as yourself takes the time to stare at me." My boner was so hard it hurt, in all my twenty years I'd never had a girl say she liked it when I peeked at her. Without thinking, I gave my erection a squeeze and then turned beet red when I looked up to see her watching me. "You know Rich if this really turns you on I could use your help in something I've always wanted to do. But you have to know you can't ever touch me all you can do is watch." I said yes right on the spot without even waiting to find out what she wanted me to do. She gave me her number and told me to call her after work. I didn't think my day would ever end and yet finally it did, I rushed home to call Joyce. I called but got her machine, I left my number but I thought she had probability changed her mine. I had just placed a frozen dinner into the micro when the phone rang. It was Joyce, she invited me to her place, and as soon as I wrote the directions to her apartment, I was out the door. I rang the bell and she opened the door wide as she stood there dressed in the same skirt but she had taken her blouse off and was standing there in her bra. "Sorry about how I'm dressed," she teased, "But I just had to get out of that blouse I felt like it was choking me. Come in sit down, would you like a glass of wine?" I didn't think I could talk so I just nodded my head, she invited me to sit, and when she returned with our wine, she sat across from me with her legs split ever so slightly apart. "You naughty boy do want another peek up my skirt?" I just nodded my head again as I felt my throat might close up solid. She spread her legs a little more but put them together gain. She then invited me to kneel on the floor in front of her to get a look up close. I dropped to my knees in front of her and after instructing me to put my hands behind my back, she spread her legs for me. She had taken off her panties, and there right in front of me was her naked pussy, I was so close I could see the moisture glisten off her pubic hair. She asked me if I could smell her excitement and again all I could do was nod. She said, "I'm sorry I just have to do this now." She then pulled up her skirt and put her fingers to her slit. I watched as she pleasured herself while she told me how much I turned her on. I watched her give herself an orgasm and then another. When she was finally sated, she put her skirt back down and leaned back against the couch but still with her legs spread for my enjoyment. "Richard, this is what I want from you, I would like you to come over and watch me make myself cum, a few times a week. I'm a married woman so you would never be able to touch me but if you like to watch I sure do like to have you watch." I of course, agreed without hesitation. Ever since then when Joyce's husband is out of town or busy she'll give me a call. She always asks me if I'm busy but there is nothing I'd rather do than watch Joyce so I always show up when invited. I know I not getting laid and I know Joyce is still cheating even if there is no touching going on but neither one of us care. Every time, I leave her house with a throbbing erection and in fact, I usually jack off in the car on the way home. I guess the weirdest thing is I having the best sex of my life with Joyce and I think she would agree with me and we haven't even kissed. I don't care I hope it never ends. Just a Peek Katie pulled the foam pillow around her head tightly, attempting to silence the sound of moans and screaming in the next room. Her roommate Jenn and the unknown stud, had been going at it since they'd come in at 2AM. That was over an hour ago. Katie normally wouldn't mind, but Jenn was never this loud. Giving up, Katie got up from her bed and flung open the door to the hall. She quickly walked to the other bedroom, her breasts bouncing free beneath the oversized T-shirt she wore as PJs from her boyfriend. Their rooms were both at one end of the apartment while their other roommate Vicky got the master bedroom on the other end. A sweater, a light blue button up shirt, and a thin jacket, were all tossed on the carpet without any regard. Katie was about to knock on Jenn's door when she heard the man shout: "Oh yes!" When she tentatively put her ear to the door a man was grunting as if he was lifting something heavy for a few seconds and then he moaned a few times. She heard sighs of contentment from Jenn, and then there was a thump as if one of them collapsed on the bed. Then it was quiet. Katie walked back softly to her room and fell to sleep soon after her head hit the pillow. The next morning she heard Jenn open the closet and move her clothes around. Unfortunately Jenn's closet was on the wall right next to where Katie's head lay. The clock displayed 8:45AM, which was strange, because Jenn was usually driving to work by now. Jenn grabbed her laptop and went into the kitchen near the entrance of the apartment. She sat it up on the kitchen table and opened the refrigerator. The orange juice sloshed as she poured some into a glass and placed it next to her computer. As she started to sip her juice and scroll through the latest news on the gossip sites, she heard a door open and Jenn walked into the kitchen, folding back her hair and fastening it with a barrette. "Fuck! I've never been this late," Jenn said. She shuffled her purse and shoes in her hands. Then setting her purse on the table next to Katie's laptop, she started strapping her heels on. "So what was up with last night?" Jenn finished with the straps and looked up. "We're we loud?" she asked with a wince. "Very," Katie said flatly. "I'm sorry, but god. He was... I mean..." "What?" Katie asked. "Uh...," Jenn paused. "Come on," she said waving her hand towards her bedroom. "What?" "Hurry up, come here," she said going to her room. Katie got up from the table, pressing the laptop closed and following as Jenn walked quickly to her room. Jenn opened the door to her bedroom slowly and Katie peered through the dim light. The room was about the same size as Katie's, but Jenn's bed was a bit bigger and left almost no space for anything else. On the floor were discarded clothing and shoes, including those belonging to the man who was lying on Jenn's bed. He was on his side, facing them, a sheet and blanket covering him from the stomach down. He had messy black hair, a handsome face, and a nice muscular torso. Jenn got up close to the bed. "What are you doing?" Katie said, standing just outside the door as her roommate approached the slumbering young man. She waved Katie over, and Katie walked next to her. They both peered down as Jenn lifted up the blanket and sheet up until they could see his naked lower half. "Shit," Katie said and quickly covered her mouth. Jenn giggled softly and put her finger to her lips. Dangling from between the young man's legs was a very big dick. Katie couldn't help but stare at it. From shaft to tip she estimated its limp size at seven inches. Jenn dropped the sheets and rubbed his shoulder. Katie looked concerned, but he didn't wake up. Jen shook him again, but he just rolled over. They both left the room, and Jenn head for the front door. "So now you know why I was so loud last night," she laughed. "How can you walk after that?" Katie asked. "I am a little sore," she admitted, "But my hangover is worse," she replied. "He drank a lot more than me. I don't think he'll be up anytime soon." She opened the front door. "Could you tell him I had to go to work when he wakes up? You don't have work today, right?" "Not till 4," Katie replied. "Ok, let him know," she said walking outside. "What's his name?" Katie replied. "Oh shit," Jenn laughed. "I don't remember," she smiled, but she frowned as the pain returned to her head. "Sorry. Alright, see you later." "Uh...OK, bye." Katie waved and closed the door as Jenn went down the hall. Katie leaned against the door for a second and then went back to her room and started looking through her clothes. She took off the pjs she had on, and put on a bra that gave her great cleavage and a low cut gray blouse with a tight black short skirt. Then she went back to the kitchen and started looking through internet sites as she waited for the hung stud to wake up. She heard some moving in Jenn's room and then the toilet went off. Soon after, the handsome man walked through the hall towards the kitchen. He was fully dressed, but his hair was still a bit messy. "Oh hey, umm.., good morning," he said. "Hi," Katie smiled. "Ooo, do you have any coffee?" he asked. "Oh umm sure let me..." she got up to the cabinet and started to reach, but it was too high for her. "Umm could you get it?" "Yeah," he said getting closer and grabbing the bottle. As he reached up his shirt lifted showing his flat belly. "Oh... I forgot to tell you. Umm Jenn had to go t-to work," she stuttered. "Jenn," he repeated, setting the jar down. "Yeah my roommate Jenn, you know the one you were with last night?" "Yeah," Brad replied. "You do remember last night?" "Yeah I just... bad hangover," he said pointing to his head. "I'm Brad, by the way." "Oh, umm, Katie," she smiled. They shook hands briefly. His hand seemed huge as it enveloped hers. "Uh... sorry. It's not real beans or anything," she said. "It's alright," he smiled. Katie looked into his face. He had beautiful brown eyes with long dark eyelashes. Even hung over he looked cute. Katie glanced down at his pants, finding the large bulge there, and then quickly looked back up to his face. He had his eyes closed, rubbing his forehead, unaware of her sneaking a peek. She moved back to the table to sit, but then stood back up. "You... um you want an aspirin or something?" she asked. "Oh that would be great thanks," he replied. "O-ok," she said, moving her hair behind an ear with a wan smile. Katie walked out of the kitchen. "Cups?" he asked. She stepped very close to him, arching her back as she opened the cabinet near him, and gave a smile as she put it in his hand. "Thanks," he said. "I'll be right back." She went to her room, and entered the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, she pulled out a bottle and then closed the door. She stared at her reflection. "So... umm, you two sure had fun...," she stopped and shook her head. "Uh, do you know what dim sum is? It's Chinese food, and good for hangovers," she said to the mirror dubiously. She looked at the bottle and then walked back to the kitchen. He was stirring a hot cup of coffee and blowing on it gently. She handed him the bottle. "Thank you." He took a couple pills and swallowed them with a sip of the coffee. She sat down at the table again. Katie looked up at him as he sipped the instant coffee, and tried not to look at the large bulge in his pants. "Uh... so how is it?" "It's instant coffee..," he said with a laugh. "Yeah sorry," she laughed back. "Thanks though," he smiled. He set the cup down on the counter. "Well..." he said. "Um..." Katie started. "Before you go..." Brad looked at her thoughtfully. "I..," she began to turn a little red. "Umm... Jenn. Well... last night, you and." Brad looked puzzled. "Well last night you were kinda loud, and I asked Jenn why, and she showed me your penis, and well I was wondering... if I could see it again." A look of confusion passed over his face quickly and then he gave a wan smile. "Sure," he said. He approached Katie and she began breathing fast. Her normally pale face had turned a pinkish hue. She pushed back her raven-black hair over one ear again as Brad unzipped his pants and reaching in them, flopped his cock and balls out against the denim. Katie's mouth dropped open and her eyes opened wide. "Wow," she said looking up at him. Brad let his dick dangle in front of her while he pressed her laptop closed. Katie bit her lip playfully. "Can I?" she asked putting her hand towards his impressive manhood. "Go ahead," he said. His dick felt very warm in her hand. She noticed that he shaved his balls, and trimmed the pubes at the base of his cock as her fingers press against his large genitals. "Wow you've got big balls too," she said, grabbing them with her other hand. The scent of his cock and balls was subtle, but almost made her mouth water. "Can I see it hard?" she asked with a smile. "Why not." His cock began to lengthen and get firm as she stroked the big piece of man-meat, and his balls bounced off his jeans when she went faster. He dick continued to grow bigger and harder the more she pumped it. "Jesus, you're so big," she said in awe, realizing her thumb and fingers couldn't span his entire girth when he was hard. His cock was about an inch short of foot and had a slight curve up. A bit of fluid oozed out. "Oh..," Katie said. "You gonna come?" she asked with grin. "That's just pre-cum," he said. Katie looked at his dick and then extended her tongue, licking the tip of his phallus. "Hmmm," she said. "It's salty." Brad put his hand to her head, just behind her ear, and pressed his thumb to her cheek gently. Katie continued to lick the head of his penis, smiling as she looked up at him. "Open your mouth," he said. She complied and Brad slid his dick inside, the head of his cock forcing her jaw open wider, as her tongue licked the underside. She sucked gently and then took him from her mouth. "Fuck you're big," she sighed. "Damn this is like bigger than anything I've ever seen," she said. "No wonder Jenn was screaming last night." Brad pressed his dick back to her lips and she opened them again, trying to swallow as much of him as she could. She could feel her panties becoming damp. "Mmmm," she moaned around his big dick. She gently squeezed his balls as she stroked his cock with her hand. She felt Brad's firm grip in her hair, pulling her up and down his dick, while her thick lips ran over the juicy skin of his cock head. His dick popped free from her mouth and she gasped for air. "Oh man that's good," she smiled. "Tell me about it," Brad replied. "So do you go to school at UC--," she began, but Brad forced his dick back into her mouth before she could finish. He held the back of her head with both hands and began pushing his cock in nearly half way. When he tried a few inches more she felt as if it was going to gag her, so she pushed him away. He pulled back until he slid free, slick with her saliva. "Damn babe you only had a few more inches to go," he said in dissatisfaction. "It's too big," she gasped. "Catch your breath." "Wow, I've never... had any guy that deep." "I want to get back in that sweet mouth. Fuck your throat," he said, bending down to her level and kissing her lips. "Mmm, you're a good kisser too." She sighed as he stood back up. "Do you swallow?" he asked, stroking his huge dick in front of her face. "Uh no... but," she gulped. Then she looked up into Brad's eyes. "I'll swallow yours." "Nice," he replied. He put his dick to her lips and she began spreading her lips wide again. His hips moved back and forth "Oh yeah babe, right there." Katie felt like her pussy was dripping as she felt his long hard dick thrust back and forth into her mouth. "Here it comes," he bellowed. Katie felt his fingers pull her hair tighter and then suddenly release as he pulled his dick from her mouth and stroked it. She saw the fat head of his dick spewing hot cum into her waiting mouth. She tasted the thick liquid across her tongue. It was slightly sweet, which surprised her as well as the strong salty taste of a man. Her boyfriend was much more salty, she thought, although she only tasted him once. Brad deposited several tablespoons into her mouth with the same grunts she had heard early in the morning. "Oh yeah," he said emphatically as the last spurt fell from his cock. Katie swallowed his warm seed, licking her lips completely to get any stray drops. "Did I get it all?" she said with a smile. "Perfect," he laughed. "Looks like the big guy is still ready," she said, giving the side of his hard cock a kiss while she tugged it. "You want to take it for a test drive?" "What kind of question is that?" she asked with a smirk, standing up, and pushing down her panties. Brad grabbed them from her hand and took a big whiff. "Daisies," he said. Katie blushed and put her arms around his neck. She saw him slip her panties in his back pocket right before giving her a deep kiss. When he pulled back she noticed him look over her shoulder. "What is it," she said, turning back to see the wall clock behind her. "Shit! I have football practice in 5 minutes." Katie sighed. "You have to go?" "I wish I didn't, but coach has been riding us real hard lately. He might not put me in next game if I ditch. I'll get in trouble enough for being late." "I understand," she nodded. "Hey give me your number," he said while pulling out his phone and handing it to her. "Sure," she said typing it in. "You better call me," she said as she handed it back. "Bet on it," he said. Brad looked back at her in the doorway as he walked away down the hall. Just a Peek: Love Out of Bounds "God, I can't believe you," Mike spat as they entered the house. "What the hell were you doing with him?" "You know exactly what I was doing," Samantha glared at him. "I was on a date." One that had been going quite well, too. That is, until Mike showed up to ruin it. She almost cringed when she replayed the events of the night. How embarrassing. He'd made a scene. "That was your first mistake." His blue eyes looked at her hard, pupils dilated in the darkness. She crossed her arms and met him head on, "Oh was it? You're saying it's a mistake to go on with my life?" He moved in front of her and stood there. Time seemed to stop as they studied one another, each not daring to breathe. Finally Mike spoke, "You know you can't do that. Not without me." His voice dropped an octave and she felt something inside her bubble to life. Something dangerous; something she'd tried so hard to keep buried. Samantha ran her hand through dark hair and gulped. This was too much. He was too much. What Mike wanted just wasn't right. "We've already discussed that. It can't happen." She made to turn away, but his hand on her arm stopped her. "Are you sure about that?" He drew her closer then whispered in her ear, "Because I know you touch yourself at night... and I know whose name you gasp." Her eyes grew round at his words. That was a lie, it had to be. There was no way he could know that. Samantha gazed at him with a new kind of fear. He didn't look anything like the boy she'd grown up with. Black hair hung menacingly in his face and the mouth that once smiled so easily was set in a firm line. He was intimidating, but even so, one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen. And that was the problem. She wasn't supposed to be aware of that. She shouldn't notice his broad chest, or his muscles, or be intoxicated with his smell. But then, things had never been right between them. Samantha wanted to hide from him, but knew he would never allow it. He'd been patient with her all this time, hoping she'd change her mind. But now, he was done waiting - that much was clear. Her eyes found his once again, and begged him to leave well enough alone. "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Don't lie to me, Samantha." He gripped her shoulders, "Just admit it. Admit you want me just as much as I want you." "You know it isn't right... it's sick!" Her voice was harsh, like crushed glass. She saw him wince at her words and immediately felt bad for causing him pain, but what she'd said was true. There was no denying it. "How can you say that?" Mike held her tightly now, ignoring her attempts to get free. "Do you feel this?" He pressed into her and ground his hips, barely suppressing a groan. "This is how much I need you. It's not sick if I need you." She wanted to groan with him, to somehow give voice to the inkling of pleasure he was making her feel, but she refrained. Rationalizing didn't suddenly make things okay. "You need to let me go. Now." The heat from his body was seeping into her, slowly interfering with her judgment; Samantha wasn't sure how much longer she'd last. She tried to pull away once more, but he continued to hold her fast. "C'mon Mike..." "No." If possible, his arms tightened even more. "I can't. You'll just leave me again." She looked at him then, really looked at him. His eyes were wild and filled to the brim with heat - and want. It was unnerving. "I'm so tired Samantha. I've wanted you for so long, and I'm tired of you denying me. Not anymore." His eyes burned into hers and it was like looking in a mirror. Samantha blinked. He was right; she would leave him - and this time for good. She would walk out that door and probably never speak to him again. Partly because she was scared of her own need for him and partly because she had a hard time accepting the kinds of things they wanted to do to one another. "I know what you're thinking, and believe me, I've thought it too," he leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. The contact shot right through her. "But you can't fight what's supposed to happen, and this," he kissed her again, this time licking her bottom lip, "is supposed to happen." Samantha made a noise despite herself, and Mike closed his lips over hers again. His tongue slipped inside and they tasted one another. She could feel everything he was trying to convey to her then. His want and desperate need pricked the flimsy shell she'd encased herself in. And like wildfire, an answering call sprang forth. Her nipples hardened, almost painfully, and a rush of moistness dampened her. No longer kept at bay, her hands reached up and lost themselves in his hair as she brought herself closer and deepened their kiss. She was giving in. Their dance had gone on for far too long and it was time to end it. After tonight, whatever was between them would haunt her no longer. Mike had said he was tired, but in truth, so was she. Her dating life was in shambles because of him. No one ever measured up; they either weren't tall enough or handsome enough or smart enough or any number of things. Who could live like that? They broke their kiss and stood holding one another. For a few moments their breathing drowned out any other sound. There was no going back. Mike silently removed her arms from around him and simply held one of her hands. "Let's go." He led her down the hall to the bedroom and closed the door. His hands immediately went to her shirt and he hoisted it over her head. It landed somewhere off to the side. Samantha swallowed heavily then sighed when she felt him trailing fingers up her ribcage until gently cupping her breasts. He squeezed them softly through her bra and circled their tips with his thumbs. "You're perfect, you know that?" Mike bent down to drop a kiss while he reached around to unhook and free her completely. Samantha nipped him back, then tugged on his shirt until he removed it and tossed it the same direction as hers. "So are you." They paused to let their eyes devour one another. Samantha held her shoulders back, welcoming Mike's gaze as it swept over and heated her. Tentatively, as if he were afraid she'd disappear, he reached forward to gingerly hold each bared breast. Again his fingers brushed back and forth across her nipples and she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. He let his hands fall to her waist and moved closer so his chest brushed against hers. His body was pure fire and the flames had her gasping at the contact. He unbuttoned her pants then slid them, along with her panties, to the floor. She stepped out of them. Mike's hands planted themselves on her ass and lifted her slightly to press her sex to the rough crotch of his jeans. Samantha stifled a cry as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The friction was a sharp pleasure that touched her very core. He moved her against him, over and over, teasing her with the illicitness of their actions. Her body was desperate for more. She needed release. "Mike..." Samantha said his name on a whisper, but hardly recognized the throaty voice. Was that her? Did she really sound so fraught with yearning? "I know," he answered as he let her go to spread her across the bed. "Soon." Samantha lied back and watched him remove the rest of his clothes. His body was magnificent, hard and toned -- a fact she'd become painfully aware of when they'd first reached their teens. Her eyes darted further south and a shock of anticipation cut threw her when she saw what had been pressing against her. More wetness pooled between her legs and she shifted restlessly. Mike crawled toward her from the edge of the bed, his face set in lustful determination. He positioned his body next to hers and swept her hair out of her face and over her shoulder. Leaning down, he licked and kissed her neck while drawing deeply on her scent. Samantha arched forward and let her head fall to the side to give him more of her soft flesh. Her arm slipped under his and her fingers dug into his skin as she melded her body to his. "God Samantha," he lightly bit then sucked a patch of flesh, "This is where you belong. Right here." He gave her a final lick then pressed her down on her back. She felt one of his hands slide up and down her length before crying out suddenly as his hot mouth enveloped a throbbing nipple. Her hands went to the back of his head and held him there as he suckled and slid his tongue in circles over the tip. Every pull of his mouth sent a spark to her center and all she could do was moan in the darkness at his assault. He moved to the other one and her body jerked in raw sensation. Her fingers curled in his hair and she tried to pull him away. It shouldn't feel so wonderful. Mike looked up as he released her from between his lips, "It's okay. Let me, Samantha. Let me show you why this isn't wrong." She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but her voice wasn't forthcoming. His eyes never left hers as he moved lower on her body, his lips and hands burning a trail across her stomach right to the pool of her juices. He slowly pressed her thighs open before placing his lips at the surface of her entrance. Samantha whimpered as his breath kissed her most private area and sent her toes curling. Moments past as nothing but his breathing tormented her ache. Her chest rose and fell in readiness and tension took hold of her legs. "I used to dream about this," his words settled in her ear as his hands absently stroked the outside of her thighs, "I used to hope you would come to me in the middle of the night and beg me to love you." His tongue slipped out to trace her nether lips and Samantha nearly screamed. Her hands twisted in the sheets and her eyes closed as he moved his tongue forward again to lick gently at her clit. Out of her control, her body arched as the pleasure wove its way around her. Mike lapped at her harder then drew the sensitive nub between his lips to feast on it. Her body writhed beneath his mouth and his only answer was to spread her legs wider. Her hands slipped from the sheets to again seek refuge in his hair as her hips begin to grind against him. "Oh my god... Mike..." He used a hand to open her further and allow his tongue in as far as it would go. Samantha closed her eyes tight as a shudder rolled through her. She was so close. He licked inside her, one deep stroke of his tongue after another. Samantha moaned helplessly. She was the willing prisoner of his mouth. Rocking against him, her body sought the rhythm of relief. Another shudder plagued her as he gave an insistent lick then returned to his sucking. She began to shake as the tidal wave built inside of her. Teeth dug into her lip as more heat flooded. He licked again then stopped. The warmth of his beautiful mouth left her and she made a sound. "But you never came, did you Samantha? You knew how I felt and acted as if nothing existed." There was a trace of pain that made her open eyes. She met his, and though her body was still poised on the verge, there was a prickling of shame. Not at what they were doing, but at the years she'd made him suffer -- made both of them suffer. He watched her for a second before probing her entrance with his finger. Samantha groaned as he pushed past her tightness and slid it inside. His thumb brushed her clit making her mouth fall open in a breathless gasp. He glided the newly slick digit in and out of her as he held her gaze, "How could you ignore me?" His dark head bent down to taste her again as his finger coaxed her along. Her muscles squeezed tightly around him in response. "Mike... Please..." Her hips moved in frustration and she tossed her head in the pillows. "Say it again," he moved his finger just a fraction. "Please... I need it... I need you." Samantha writhed again, this time in disappointment, when the presence was suddenly gone. The bed dipped and then he was over her. Mike was on his knees as he straddled her hips. He sat back, breathing heavily as he watched her. A faint sliver of outside light reflected the sheen of sweat on his skin and gave a fleeting glimpse of his face. Samantha's eyes slipped lower and were held captive by the hand stroking his thickness. Up and down. Up and down. She followed every movement and her own body responded at his sharp intakes of air. "Look what you do to me," his voice was strained. He stopped his self-inflicted torture and leaned forward to settle himself on top of her. Instinctively Samantha wrapped her legs around him and released a drawn out moan as he pressed himself inside of her. "Ahhh..." Her arms encircled his back and the tips of her fingers bit into him. He moved slowly, not stopping until his entire length was sheathed. Samantha's eyes opened wide as her muscles tried to pull him in deeper. Needing more, she bucked her hips making them both shiver in shared pleasure. "Damn it, Samantha," he slid out of her then back in again, "I didn't know it would be this good." He was hot within her and stretched her to complete fullness. Samantha moaned and let her head fall back, giving herself to him. There was no space between them as Mike melted into her. He licked her neck and pushed in harder. The change had her crying out and holding him tighter. Their bodies jerked with the force of his thrusts, each one creating a symphony of guttural harmony. What Samantha felt was inexplicable. Her body was a physical string of ecstasy being plucked over and over again. She twitched around him. Mike grunted above her as he slid in deep and held himself there, "That's it, Samantha..." He breathed in heavily and withdrew, only to pound back into her. Her eyes squeezed shut and she cried out again, hopelessly lost against him. "No," his voice was gravel, "Look at me. I never want you to forget." Samantha met his eyes and the intensity there was almost enough to send her over. Quickly changing gears, he hooked his arms under her legs and slammed into her, deeper than he'd been before. She screamed his name and fought to breathe, but all the while, her eyes never left his. "Yes... Oh god... Yes...." It was a broken plea said on a whisper. "Cum for me, Samantha," Mike punctuated his command with another deep thrust, "For me." The astriction within her reached a fever pitch. Every nerve ending was bathed in pleasure with the promise of more. His eyes were unblinking as he filled her again and again. Her muscles strained around him, tingling and vibrating. He drove into her one last time then everything snapped. Samantha moaned as the waves washed over her. Her whole body shook, the sensations too much for it to process at once. Involuntarily she milked him, even as he continued to stroke her through the turmoil. Her half-open eyes were still glued to his, and as she watched, the very atmosphere shifted and he groaned out loud. Without warning his hands grasped her thighs tightly and he fiercely plunged into her. Still floating on the edge of her climax, Samantha mewled at his roughness. She ran her hands up and down his back and lightly traced her nails over his flesh. A moment later his body went rigid and a rush of warmth swelled inside of her. Mike shuddered with each pulse and she held him until he'd emptied himself. There was a moment of stillness before he rolled off of her to lie on his back; she snuggled close and rested her head on his chest. His hand absently tucked hair behind her ear as he spoke quietly in the darkness, "My feelings for you will never change. I love you... as more than a-" "I know," she kissed the skin beneath her cheek, "And I love you, too." His arms tightened around her and it wasn't long until they drifted into sleep. Just a Peeper If I ever happened to be near a lady who in a moment's distraction allowed me a peek up her skirt or even down her blouse I always took advantage of it. I told myself that every normal man does it and even now, I still believe that it's true. However, for me somewhere along the line it got out of hand. I went from enjoying an occasional glance at a woman's lapse in posture or maybe a fashion faux pas to a life changing desire to peek. I found that I'd rather steal a look at a woman than have sex with her. Strippers, topless dancers, and the like did nothing for me for they didn't care if I saw them; the only thing that turned me on was to look at something a woman didn't want me to see. I actually took a job as a daytime maintenance man in a downtown office building just for the opportunity to be in ladies bathrooms. It was a huge turn on for me to 'accidentally,' invade a lady's privacy as she used the facilities. I installed little cameras, called 'Lipstick cams' in opportune locations further enabling me to spy on women. My addiction to voyeurism was so great that I never considered the consequences of disabling fire sprinklers in order to hide my cameras. When my mother passed away, I took my inheritance and invested in a duplex apartment. I lived in one and the other I discreetly only rented to single women. I riddled this unit with hidden peek holes and cameras concealed in the woodwork. I would wait for my tenant to come home, the excitement building inside me, unable even to eat for fear I might miss a moment of spying on her. It didn't matter if the current renter was pretty or plain, skinny or fat, for it was not sexuality that I was seeking it was just the invasion of her privacy that aroused me. It was not until my latest tenant's mother came to visit for a while and I found I couldn't resist spying on her that I began to realize that I might be having a problem. I even stayed home from work just for the opportunity to peek at an old lady, and peek I did as I watched her all day long as her daughter was at work. I masturbated furiously as I watched her step from the shower, so old and wrinkled even her pubic hair was grey. Her breasts tired and old sagged obscenely to rest on her belly, even her ass sagged down to her thighs. There was nothing erotic about her body and yet I couldn't resist. I climaxed as I watched and then with my arousal sated I felt disgust with myself. I told myself that was the last straw and that I had become nothing but a perverted freak. The next day I covered all my peeping holes and as soon as I could get into my tenant's apartment I took out my cameras. I did the same at work and even refused to enter the lady's room if I suspected it was occupied. I did my best to change my life even going as far as joining a local church. It was there I met Beatrice, a woman with a strong religious background and steeped in modesty. We were introduced at a church picnic and even there Beatrice was fully covered in a long dress. I knew she would be perfect for me and I started in the long slow process of wooing her. She finally agreed to date me but only in the company of others as she thought, being alone with me would be improper. Although she said she had feelings for me, she was too shy to show any signs of affections, and even holding hands was too much for her to bear. I was sure Beatrice was what I needed in my life to keep my unnatural urges under control and after a year of dating, I asked for her hand in marriage. We had our first kiss that night as she happily accepted my proposal. In keeping with Beatrice's, shy demeanor we had a modest wedding and then off to our honeymoon. Beatrice knew that as a married woman, she had certain responsibilities to her husband and she was determined to put up with them no matter how horrifying they might be. On their wedding night, Peter instructed her to lift her nightgown and allow him to see her most private place. She did as her husband wanted even though she could feel the heat on her crimson cheeks He had her pose on the bed in a most unladylike position and then to her further humiliation began to touch her in places that were an affront to her dignity. Of course, touching was not all that Peter desired to do to her yet she accepted her lot and performed her wifely duties. At first, it hurt as he took her Maidenhead but after that was shed, it felt, well, quite nice. After he was through with her, he turned over and went to sleep, allowing her time to reflect. She knew she must give of herself to her husband as he wished but she hoped it wasn't too often. As for Peter, he was disappointed as he had been sure the chance to gaze at his wife's nakedness would arouse him greatly, after all he had been denied this for over a year. After as he lay next to her feigning sleep it came to him as an epiphany, the problem was that she gave herself to him. He realized that when he was peeping at a woman he was stealing something that was valuable to her and that was her modesty. If she allowed him to look, it cheapened the value of it and thus the eroticism. After returning from their honeymoon, as soon as he could Peter got out all of his old spying tools and installed them in his own house. He now spent his time spying on his own wife in his own house and becoming as aroused as he ever had. It was the perfect arrangement as this allowed his wife to keep her modesty, at least in her own mind. As for Peter the enjoyment of watching his bride displaying herself to him without her knowledge was a pure pleasure and he was sure he would be happy forever.