12 comments/ 60326 views/ 22 favorites Valentine's Exhibitionism/Voyeurism By: SusanJillParker Inattentive boyfriend learns to appreciate his girlfriend on Valentine's Day. It all started last week, the week before Valentine's Day was Larry's undoing, and in hindsight, he realized it was all his fault. When he was working in his second floor, home office late at night in readiness for a big civil lawsuit case. Ready for bed, he turned off the light and stood to yawn and stretch his tiredness, before snuggling in bed against his girlfriend, Diane. He wondered if she'd be in the mood for sex, probably not; she's been moody lately and they've been arguing a lot. When he turned to leave the room, a light out his window caught his eye. With his drapes wide open and his bedroom light on, Larry's next door neighbor, Andy, walked around his second floor bedroom naked. Andy's master bedroom faced Larry's office and in all the years Larry's lived next door to Andy, those drapes have always been pulled shut and he's never seen his neighbor naked. Not a gay man, Larry wouldn't ordinarily look at another man naked, but seeing another person naked late at night, whether man or woman, was startling and he couldn't help himself from staring at Andy's naked image. Besides, there's something erotically naughty about spying on someone, when they don't know you're watching. "I only wish Cindy was naked, instead of Andy," said Larry. "She's hot and he's not." Still, he watched Andy hoping that Cindy would make a naked appearance, too. As soon as he wrapped his brain around seeing Andy's fat ass, beer belly, and swaying cock, quickly going from startling to exciting, in walked Cindy and she was naked, too. "Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? A voyeur's dream come true, this is too good to be true," he said, while wondering if this naked show played every night, while he was in bed sleeping. "You lucky dog, Andy, to have a wife who looks that good naked. Damn, Cindy has such a hot body." In voyeur's Heaven, as if watching a live reality porn show on TV, Cindy's round, shapely ass, big, firm breasts, and trimmed, blonde pussy were all there for him to ogle. With land at premium prices in his crowded bedroom neighborhood and costing more than the houses, the residents live close enough that Larry could almost reach out and fondle Cindy's big breasts, suck her pink nipples, and finger her blonde pussy. Even with their windows closed, Larry could hear them arguing, whenever they fought. Only, now that they're both naked, instead of hearing them arguing, he was hoping to not only hear Cindy screaming with pleasure but also to watch her having sex with Andy. "How hot would that be to watch them fucking and sucking? Wow!" Barely married six months, Cindy was Andy's young, sexy, new bride. Unaccustomed to seeing a naked twenty-something-year old, with the flat, toned stomach of a runner and the long, shapely legs of a dancer, she has such a hot body. Her naked vision, a mere memory of the hot women that Larry used to date, before he moved in with Diane, not that his girlfriend wasn't hot but, older now, Diane was no Cindy. Being the voyeur that he was, he couldn't believe his eyes seeing both Andy and Cindy naked. Mesmerized by the naked sight of the both of them, especially her, unable to stop staring, he reached for his binoculars for a closer look. Wishing he was the one with Cindy, instead of Andy, wishing his girlfriend, Diane, was uninhibited enough to have the bedroom drapes open with the light on, he watched them sitting naked in bed talking, laughing, kissing, and touching. Their display of nude, public intimacy was so hot. Just 24-years-old, Cindy was the newly hired healthcare worker for Andy's elderly mother, which is how they met. Andy, older than Larry by several years, was old enough to be Cindy's father. So truly shameful, the lucky bastard, when he allowed Cindy to move in with him, before marrying her, after divorcing his wife of twenty-something years, with the out of shape body that Andy has, how he landed such a young, good looking woman was beyond Larry's comprehension. Because of their constant newlywed displays of affection, kissing, hugging, touching, and holding hands, the women in the neighborhood look at Andy with a jaundiced eye, while the men look at him with envy. Any man and some women, who've seen Cindy, no doubt, would lust over her. Who wouldn't? Tall, blonde, busty, beautiful, and shapely, she's a ten on a scale of ten. Sadly, after Andy divorced with his wife, Beverly, and took up with Cindy, no one in the neighborhood has anything to do with him. Inwardly a beautiful person, an integral part of the neighborhood, Beverly, a more mature, full figured woman, was not as outwardly beautiful in the way that Cindy was stacked. Always included in the neighborhood activities, Larry and Diane, regularly had Andy and Beverly over for drinks, for cards, and for movie night. Now, even though he still lives next door, they never see Andy anymore, that is, until tonight and until now that Larry has both their naked bodies focused in his binocular lens. "I would so love to fuck her perfect body? She's so hot. She has such an incredible ass," said Larry, while depressing his zoom button to zero in on Cindy's perfect breasts. "Better than any Playboy Playmate, she has great tits, too, the most perfect breasts I've ever seen." Fondling her big breasts and sucking her erect nipples, while teasing her clit and finger fucking her pussy, he watched Andy roll Cindy over and slide his erect cock inside of her. A live sex show unfolding before his eyes, never having watched another couple having sex, other than on the Internet, Larry could only imagine how exciting it must feel to have sex with someone so young, so firm, so willing, and so hot. Then, when Andy started humping her, banging her, and really slamming his cock in her, he watched them fuck, until Cindy rolled him over and rode him, as if she was riding the bucking Brahma bull at Bronco Billy's Beef Barbeque Bar downtown. With her big breasts barely moving with her hips humping and grinding Andy's cock deeper in her pussy, while twisting, turning, jumping, and screaming, she rode him in the way that Larry wished his girlfriend, Diane, would ride him. "Oh, my God, I'd pay a lot of money to watch this live sex show and here it is before my eyes for free. It's been a long time since I had sex like that with Diane," said Larry. "Now that I recall, with Diane preferring to make love, rather than to fuck, I haven't had animal sex like that, since I was dating her. Way to go, Andy, way to go, you fat, lucky bastard," said Larry, as if he had paid an admission ticket to watch and to cheer them having sex. "Fuck her, Andy, fuck her, really fuck her," he whispered under his breath, while intently watching them, so as not to arouse Diane from her sleep and spoil his voyeur fun. "Fuck her for all the guys who wish they had a hot, young chick like her in bed to fuck. Fuck her, Andy, fuck her. Fuck her hard for me, buddy," said Larry, while watching them fuck through his binoculars. Even though Diane has a great, firm rack, natural C cup breasts, now that he saw Cindy's big boobs, he wish Diane had knockers like Cindy's tits. Definitely, by the huge size of them, Cindy's perfect breasts were a D cup or maybe even a double D cup. Without doubt, she has the best tits he's ever seen, better even than Pamela Anderson's big boobs. "Wow. I just love her big jugs. I'd love to snuggle up against her big tits." Watching them having sex was obscenely exciting and he was just about to pull out his prick and stroke himself to their public, sexual display, that is, until his office door opened and his girlfriend, Diane, walked in the room and turned on the light. "What are you doing in the dark, Larry? Aren't you coming to bed?" She walked closer him. "What are you looking at through those binoculars?" "Nothing, I, um, there was a beaver, I mean, a raccoon outside, and I just wanted to--" "A beaver? A raccoon? Other than squirrels, the occasional skunk and muskrat, and that natural born killer of a Rat terrier that lives across the street, I've never seen wild animals in this neighborhood," she said with skepticism. Diane grabbed the binoculars from him, looked out, and saw Andy and Cindy having sex. Even without binoculars, how could she not see them? With their bedroom drapes wide open and their bedroom light on, as if they were in an extension of Larry and Diane's house, they were fucking in plain view. Even without the binoculars, looking over Diane's shoulder, as if Cindy was a pumping piston of a drilling machine, up and down and up and down, Larry could see Cindy fucking Andy. Even with their windows closed, he could hear them coming close to orgasmic pleasure. Envious and excited, he wished he was having animal sex like that, not so much with Diane but with Cindy. Careful that Diane didn't catch him looking too long and too hard at Cindy, Larry tried acting blasé about what he saw before and what he was seeing now. When he looked over at them again, Cindy looked as if she was about to have an orgasm and Andy, with his mouth gaping open, his face beat red, and his hands all over her big tits, looked as if he was about to explode from the sexual excitement of fucking such a hot, young woman, before dying of a heart attack. "Oh, my God. A fat, old man with a woman half his age, this is so depravedly disgusting. I'm just glad that Beverly isn't around to see this," said Diane with anger, before removing the binoculars from her eyes to turn and address her boyfriend. "I bet he never fucked Beverly in the way that he's fucking that little slut now because, if he had, they'd probably still be married." A sexual revelation, shocked by Diane's revealing confession, just as he'd loved to have sex with Diane in the way that Andy was having sex with Cindy, he wondered if Diane just revealed that she wished she could be fucked in the way that Cindy was being fucked now. Show over, Larry figured that Diane would give him back the binoculars and leave the office but, when she looked through the binoculars again and refocused them for a closer look, he wondered if she was a closet voyeur and an exhibitionist, too. Wow, wouldn't that be hot, if she was and if they could put on their own little show? If she thought this public, sexual display was so depravedly shocking and was so offended by their naked sexual show, then why is she needing another longer and closer look at Andy and Cindy through his binoculars? "If you push that button right there, Diane," he said hoping to encourage her into embracing exhibitionism and voyeurism, by having her stay longer to watch, "the lens will zoom out enough for you to--" "Eww. This is so wrong spying on someone, Larry. I've seen enough. I'm going to be sick," she said still standing there mesmerized and as if hypnotized, while watching the hot sexual action through his binoculars. As if she had just kicked him in the balls, instead of congratulating him for doing his sworn duty as a testosterone filled, voyeuristic man, by Diane's comment that she was going to be sick, Larry felt he was doing something wrong by watching Andy and Cindy copulate. "What? What happened? What's the matter? What did you see, Diane? Tell me." "Oh, my God, Larry, I just saw Andy's cock," she said still staring through the binoculars. "He looked right at me watching him. He saw me watching him through the binoculars having sex. Then, he smiled, took his erection in hand, and waved his cock at me, just before exploding his load of cum all over Cindy," said Diane turning to face Larry and handing him back the binoculars. "Wow." Saddened that he missed the climax of the free sex show, Larry could only manage to utter one word, after missing Andy cumming all over Cindy. He so would have loved to have seen that. Unable to tell if Diane was angry, embarrassed, or excited seeing Andy's cock and watching him cum all over Cindy, not wanting to ruin this moment of sexual exploration, playing it by ear, he threaded lightly, while hoping that Diane would continue to reveal more of her sexual wants and needs. Hopeful of her sexual epiphany, maybe after Diane watched Andy with Cindy, this was their sexual turning point to a hotter and healthier sex life. Maybe, after watching the public sexual display of their neighbors, Diane will want to show other men more skin in the way that Cindy just paraded around naked. Maybe, finally, Diane will agree to flash the mailman, the UPS man, the Fedex driver, and the pizza delivery guy. Larry could only imagine the fun they could have flashing Diane's naked and semi-naked body to other men. "Andy, that fat, old, pig just ejaculated all over her Cindy's face and chest, a woman nearly half his age. Oh, my God, that was so gross. He ought to be ashamed. He gave her a real cum bath. There was cum everywhere, Larry, everywhere. She had cum dripping from her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, her chin, and all across her breasts. I never saw a man cum so much, Larry." With his cock throbbing in his pants, Larry listened to Diane describe the sexual action she had just witnessed, while watching her reaction to the public sexual display. Was she appalled or excited? He couldn't tell. After all these years together, sadly and frustratingly, he didn't know his girlfriend well enough to read her. Is this what she wants? Does she want him to give her a cum bath, too, while someone watches? Is cumming all over her face and breasts her sexual fantasy? Damn, why didn't she say something to him before? If he knew Diane wanted a cum bath, he'd be happy to accommodate her. He imagined Diane giving his friends a circle jerk. He imagined several of his friends standing over her, while masturbating or while she masturbated and sucked them, before they all gave her a real cum bath. "Wow," he said excitedly, the only word he could utter that didn't reveal what he was truly thinking. He so wanted to ask Diane, if he could give her a cum bath. He so wanted to ask Diane, if he could flash her naked body to other men. He didn't dare ask Diane, if she'd have his friends give her a cum bath. Instead, he allowed her to take the lead, so that he could follow, that is, until she ruined his sexual fantasy. "Eww, eww, eww. He's such a gross pig," she said shaking, shivering, and wrapping her arms around her body, as is she had just walked through a spider web. "I can't believe he held his cock up in his hand, as if giving me a better look at his erection, before he splashed Cindy with cum. I can't believe he saw me looking. I'm so embarrassed, Larry. Knowing Andy, he probably thinks that I want him. Eww. Gross." Already excited with the thoughts of him and his friends cumming all over Diane, she quickly burst his sexual fantasy bubble with a moral reality one. Then, to make matters worse, a chance of a lifetime, he couldn't believe he missed Andy cumming all over Cindy. With Diane not the true voyeur that he was or the hot exhibitionist that Cindy was, somehow she caught all the action, just at the right moment and he missed all the action at the wrong time. For sure, he would have given his right nut to witness Andy cumming all over Cindy. A memory that would have fueled his masturbation sessions for a long time, that would have been so hot to see her pretty face and big tits dripping with Andy's cum. "Well, the thing about being a voyeur, Diane, is that you're not supposed watch someone with the light on," he said turning off the light. "You're not supposed to let your subject know that you're watching them and you're never supposed to be caught looking," he said with a nervous laugh, while hoping that he could somehow persuade Diane to stay to watch more and enlist her as a willing volunteer in his sexy games of voyeurism and exhibitionism. "Except in this case, with Andy and Cindy being so uninhibitedly open, maybe they wanted us to see them. Maybe they were hoping we'd watch them. Maybe they're exhibitionists. Maybe they're hoping we'll swing with them." "Swing? What do you mean swing? What's that?" As soon as Larry mentioned Cindy's name with the word swing, his cock hardened, while envisioning himself fucking Cindy, while Diane sucked Andy's cock. In a frenzy of arms and legs, a regular Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, he imagined the four of them together in bed sucking, licking, and fucking. Oh, my God, a dream come true, he'd love to have sex with Cindy, while watching Andy fuck Diane. "The swinging lifestyle is having an open sexual relationship, where you have sex with other couples separately or together." "Eww, gross, Larry, that's so gross. I'd never have sex with anyone but you," she said giving him a long, hard stare, before shooting him a long look of accusation. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck Andy, so that you can fuck Cindy? Is that it?" Thinking, at first, that she was seriously considering the thought of swinging with Andy and Cindy, when she shot him a look of anger that shriveled his penis and made him feel perversely embarrassed to be a normal, horny man, he felt sad that he'd never live his sexual fantasy of sharing Diane with other men. "I'd kill myself first, before I allowed Andy to even touch me." "No, no, of course not, Diane. I'm happy with you. I love you, Diane," said Larry quickly back peddling, while his sexual fantasy with Cindy as his very own personal porn star evaporated. "I'm not a swinger. If I'm anything at all, I'm just a voyeur. I just like to watch. Especially if someone is purposely showing, there's no harm in that, is there?" "A voyeur? Is that what you are, Larry, a voyeur? A pervert?" She looked at him, as if he had two heads and as if he was perverted, instead of being the normal, testosterone filled, healthy voyeuristic man that he was. "Just as you enjoy watching Andy fuck Cindy, you'd like to watch me having sex with Andy, wouldn't you? Is that it?" "Yeah, I mean no. I don't want you having sex with Andy, that is, unless you wanted to," he said mumbling the last part low enough under his breath that Diane didn't hear. Instead, standing on his soapbox, he continued his position to defend himself with justification. "I may be a voyeur, but I'm not a pervert. I wouldn't want you to have sex with anyone but me," he said lying, while proud to be a voyeur, but saddened that she, no doubt, now thought him a pervert. His images of being a swinger in the swinging lifestyle deflated with his cock. "Especially when someone is blatantly displaying their naked body, there's nothing wrong with looking at what they are showing." Tired of having to defend himself with her standing in judgment, Diane always accused him of cheating. Censoring them by stamping their sexual disapproval on their erections to spoil and inhibit their inherent voyeuristic fun, especially when another woman was involved, women were always so possessively jealous with their men. Larry believed that not only were all men voyeurs but also that all women were exhibitionists. Further, when it came to their man, women evoked a double standard of morals. Why was it okay for their women to flash other men their panties and bras but not okay for their man to look at other woman, who flash them their panties and bras? When women enjoy wearing short skirts and low cut tops, why is it okay for women to flash their bodies to other men and then chastise their man for looking at other women? In the way he had been staring at Cindy, God forbid, he should be caught looking at another woman, there'd be Hell to pay, as there was now with Diane. Even though he wanted to try and save himself by saying to Diane that all women are exhibitionists, deciding not to push his luck by trying to defend that argument, figuring that she'd think he was calling her a slut, he remained silent. Valentine's Exhibitionism/Voyeurism "Is that what you were doing, being a voyeur, by watching them? You know, having lust in your heart over another, watching someone having sex is as much cheating, as is having sex with someone else." "Looking is not cheating, Diane. Gees, I was only watching a couple that wanted to be seen. Besides, all men are voyeurs," he said instead hoping to use that as his defense. "With the light off and the binoculars to your eyes, you weren't watching. You were peeping, Larry. You're a peeper. That's what you are," she said raising her voice. "You're a peeping Tom, a regular pervert." "Gees, Diane, I wasn't peeping and I'm not perverted. They were right there in the open and when I saw the light--" "Does that excite you to watch another couple having sex?" She looked down at the bulge in his pajama bottoms. "Obviously it does or is it because you think Cindy is so young and hot that you lust over her, while wishing it was you fucking her, instead of Andy. Do you wish you were having sex with her, instead of with me? Is that it, Larry?" "No, of course not," he said when he really wanted to say, fuck yeah! "I love you, Diane," he said taking a step closer to hug her. "I don't want to have sex with anyone, but you." "Is that what you were about to do, play with yourself, while watching them?" She took a step back. "Eww, that's so nasty, Larry." We could masturbate together, while watching them, he wanted to say but, in the foul mood she was suddenly in, he didn't dare. By the look she was giving him, she made his cock shrivel again. Suddenly cast beneath her judgmental stare, she made him feel ashamed, dirty, and perverted. "No, I--" "Don't you be getting any ideas about me doing anything like that, Larry," she said, as if reading his mind, while digging her fingernail in his chest. "Ow," he said pushing her finger away. "That's going to leave a mark," he said rubbing the spot, where she nearly impaled me. "Yeah, well, you keep your eyes to me and not on Cindy or I'll leave a mark on your face with my fist and with a knee to your balls, instead of just my fingernail on your chest." "Gees, Diane, what's the big deal? I was just--" "You were just what, Larry? Spying? Peeping? Lusting? Invading someone else's privacy, while wishing that was you with Cindy, before masturbating over all that you saw? That's sick, Larry. You need help." "If they didn't want us to see them, Diane, they would have closed their drapes or, at the very least, turned off the light." "I'm no exhibitionist, Larry. I'd never put on a sexual show for anyone to watch me in the way that Andy and Cindy violated our neighborhood. Not even showing any man so much as my bra strap, I'd never get naked in front of anyone, but you, Larry. Do you hear me? Do you understand?" "Yes, I hear you. Yes, I understand." She turned to leave, before turning back around and giving him a hard look. "Oh, and by the way," she said putting her hands beneath her nightgown covered breasts and lifting them, before juggling them, as if offering him her fun bags. "Just as Pamela Anderson's tits aren't real, Cindy's tits aren't real either. So isn't her hair. They're extensions. Everything about her is phony. Her implants and hair extensions are probably made in China like everything else is today." "Seriously?" As if hearing that there was no Santa Claus, Larry looked at Diane with shock. "Pamela Anderson's tits aren't real and Cindy's tits aren't real either?" Larry took the opportunity to look over again at Cindy's big boobs through his binoculars again. He was crushed. "Those aren't her real tits? They sure look real to me," he said depressing his zoom button. "Silicone, Larry, they're silicone. Look at them," she said and he did again, only this time longer. "They don't move. With her being fucked like that, real breasts would move, real breasts would bounce up and down and sway side to side, while Andy was banging her. My breasts are real and her breasts are not." "Oh," he said suddenly feeling disappointed and somehow cheated that Cindy's breasts were manmade. Still, truth be told, if that was him with Cindy, instead of Andy, fake boobs or real, he'd never kick her out of bed for eating crackers. "I feel dirty, after watching that horrible sexual display. Having just taken one, I feel that I need another shower, before going to bed. You can stay and watch Cindy suck Andy's cock, while masturbating yourself, if that's what excites you, Larry, but I'm going to bed." Gees, Cindy was sucking Andy's cock? Impatient for Diane to leave, it took all the control that he had not to put the binoculars up to his eyes and look. If he thought that Diane was serious about him staying to watch, while masturbating, he would have, but he knew better than to stay. He knew that if he didn't come to bed, he'd have a high price to pay tomorrow in arguing about what he stayed to watch and what he was doing, while watching. "No, I'm coming to bed, too," he said downcast. Already so very horny, in the way that Diane got to see Andy explode cum all over Cindy's pretty face and massive breasts, he wished that he could have stayed to watch Andy put a hand to the back of Cindy's pretty head and fill her sexy mouth with cum, before giving her a real cum bath. Boy, if only he had a girlfriend as young and as hot as Cindy, not that Diane wasn't young and hot, he'd be cumming twice in one night, too. Only, in the way that he hasn't been getting along with Diane lately, he's lucky to cum once a month, most times by his own hand. As soon as he got in bed, he rolled over to Diane and cupped her beautiful breast in his hand. Hoping for some hot action of his own, after watching Andy with Cindy, he needed to cum. Hoping that Diane was amorously in the mood, too, after watching their neighbors, he was hoping that Diane would fuck him and/or suck him. "Don't," she said pushing his hand away, as soon as his fingers ran across her nipple. She was pissed, but why? He didn't understand. Maybe she was pissed because she thought that he was spying on his neighbors and he was. Maybe she was pissed because she thought that he was lusting over Cindy and he was. Maybe she was pissed because now she thinks that her boyfriend is a pervert and he is. Yet, in his defense, all guys are voyeurs. All men lust over other women. In that regard, being that voyeurism and lusting over other women is Diane's definition of a pervert, then all men are perverted. Knowing that he was a normal, testosterone filled man, he felt better about being the perverted voyeur that he obviously was. Whatever the reason why Diane was pissed, it was obvious that Larry wasn't going to get any sex tonight. He would have been better off taking Diane up on her offer to stay and watch Cindy suck Andy's cock. He would have been better off had he masturbated over the hot action of his neighbors. He would have been better off had he just come to bed earlier and not seen the public sexual display of his neighbors in the first place. He would have been better off if Cindy was his girlfriend, instead of Diane. Definitely, he'd be better off if Diane had given him some hot sex. As if there was a reemergence of an Ice Age but exclusively in their bedroom, the sudden cold chill between Diane and Larry couldn't be cut with a chainsaw to even fashion their sudden separation in the form of a broken heart carved in ice. As if an Arctic wind froze the sexual lust between them to a frigid, sub zero memory, filled with icicles instead of candles, needing some relief, Larry was so alone with his bad voyeur and now terribly horny self. As if Diane's mother was sitting in the corner of their bedroom knitting, while voicing her disapproval with "Tsk, tsk, tsk," and watching to make sure that they didn't have sex, Larry now felt so embarrassed that his beloved girlfriend caught him watching the neighbors having hot sex. He hated the look of disappointment she shot him, when she accused him of wanting Cindy over her, even though he did and accusing him of being perverted, even though he now felt he was. As if the fact that he's a voyeur, as is nearly every man, has anything to do with him being her boyfriend, lover, and best friend, Diane made him feel morally abnormal and ashamedly perverted. That whole week leading up to Valentine's Day, she barely spoke to him. As if she was thinking about something, contemplating doing something, and plotting and planning behind his back, she made him feel so guilty that he watched Andy and Cindy having sex. Even though he apologized, his apology fell on deaf ears. Then, what happened the week before in him watching Andy and Cindy having sex, culminated a week later on, of all days, Valentine's Day, in Diane locking him out of their house. "Diane? Hello? Honey? Let me in. My key suddenly doesn't work in the lock," said Larry talking through the closed and locked the front door. "I had the locks changed, Larry," said Diane in a muffled voice from the other side of the door. "You had the locks changed? Why? Did we have a forced entry? Were we burglarized?" "Before I answer your question, answer my question." "Okay?" "Do you know what today is?" What day today is? Duh, of course I know what day it is, thought Larry. What does she think I'm drunk? "Do I know what day today is? Don't you know what today is? It's Tuesday, honey. Now let me in, please. I'm tired and I'm cold. It's freezing out here." "What else?" "What else? It's February..." "And..." "Oh, shit." He didn't even have to finish the answer, when he knew that today was Valentine's Day. "Fuck!" "Sorry, I didn't hear you," she said with more tension in her voice. "It's February 14th, sweetie," he said, as if he were a child admitting his guilt, after being admonished and before being brought to the principal's office for punishment. "And what else?" "It's Valentine's Day," he said in a soft, defeated voice. "I'm sorry, Larry, but I didn't hear your answer," she said in a tone he had never heard. "What is today?" "It's Valentine's Day, Diane. Today is Valentine's Day," he said, while wondering what was still open for him to buy her flowers, candy, and something sparkly enough for her to forgive him that he forgot today was the day of love. "Now let me ask you this, since I already know your answer, when I watched you walk from the car to the front door empty handed." It was then, in the way that he suddenly felt, when she spoke to him with a voice filled with sarcasm that he realized how many people he had put in this same position by mercilessly interrogating and badgering them on the witness stand. It was then that he realized how much he had hurt Diane, his beloved girlfriend, by not remembering her on this special day of love. It was then that he realized that his job was overtaking his personal life. "Did you buy me a Valentine's Day card, Larry?" "No, I--" "Since I didn't see them, maybe you left them in the car to surprise me with them later. Did you buy me flowers, Larry?" "No, I--" "You know how fond I am of dark chocolate, especially truffles. Did you buy me candy, Larry?" She kept saying his name and the only time she said his name with every sentence and each question, was when she was really pissed, like that time that he asked to drive her new car and he crashed by running into an oncoming car. "Why did you even ask to use my car, Larry, when you have a new car? Why did I allow you to drive my new car, Larry? Tell me again, why you ran a stoplight, Larry?" In the way she was then, she was like that now, only even more pissed. He could hear the tension in her voice. For his safety sake, he felt lucky that he had a solid, oak door protecting him from her. He just hoped to God that he hadn't ruined their relationship. "No, I--" "Maybe tucked inside your suit coat pocket, you bought me jewelry. Did you buy me diamond earrings or a diamond tennis bracelet, Larry? Did you buy me jewelry, Larry? Hold it up to the window, Larry. Show me the bling, Larry, so that I can see what you bought me for Valentine's Day." Now wishing he had paid more attention to her hints, with all the ads she had left lying around the living room the past few weeks, because he was preoccupied with his job, he saw them but they didn't register. With Valentine's Day looming, her subtle and sometimes not so subtle hints didn't register in his brain in the way they should have. Preoccupied with work and now with the thoughts of Cindy's naked body, all of this could have been avoided, if only he had his secretary or a law clerk pick up whatever Diane so wanted for Valentine's Day. Now, such a terrible boyfriend and a horrible man, he felt like such a cad. "Listen, Diane, I'm so very sorry that I forgot today was Valentine's Day, but wait right here and I'll run out and--" "Too late, Larry," she said unlocking and opening the front door enough to toss out his small, overnight bag with a change of clothes and some toiletries, along with a room key to the Madison Hotel. When she unlocked the door, before she tossed out his overnight bag, he thought she was going to forgive him. When she opened the door, he half suspected they were going to have a romantic evening. Sadly, his hopes for a reconciliation ended, when she slammed shut and locked the front door. "Diane? Diane?" Not wanting to arouse the neighbors, Larry knocked lightly before rapping harder. "C'mon, Diane. Can't we discuss this?" Shivering from the cold, wondering which neighbor he could ask if he could spend the night, he looked around the neighborhood. No doubt, Andy would open his door to him and give him a place to sleep, that is, so long as he had Diane with him. When Andy was married to Beverly, with the grass always looking greener on the other side of the fence, he always had a thing for Diane in the way that Larry now had a thing for Cindy. "Diane, c'mon, please? I have no place to go and I'm so tired. Please open the door." "I gave you a key, Larry," she said through the door. "Use it." "You did?" Larry turned to look to where she tossed his overnight bag. "You gave me a key to the house?" "No." "Then, what key did you give me?" "I gave you a key to a room at the Madison Hotel downtown, that's where you're staying tonight, until I cool off and decide what to do with you." "What to do with me? Are you going to punish me because I've been too busy and preoccupied with working to build us a future?" He paused thinking of what else to say to convince her to allow him inside. "Is this because I watched Andy having sex with Cindy? Listen, Diane, this is childish. Can we talk about--" "No. Go Larry. Just go. I want to be alone. I need to think. I really need to be alone with my thoughts now, before I really get angry and before I make a scene that will have the neighbors calling the police." Boy oh boy, he really did it this time. He's never heard her as angry, even angrier than the time when he lifted her short skirt in the mall to flash the guys behind her on the escalator her bikini panty clad ass. Hoping she'd get a rush from strangers seeing her nearly naked ass for them to have some hot pillow talk and even hotter sex later, she surprised him, shocked him actually, when she turned and slapped him across the face and then left him there to walk home. Just as he didn't understand her outrage then, he didn't understand her outrage now. If she was so shy and pissed about someone seeing her panties, why in the Hell was she wearing a such a short skirt in the first place, short enough that gave whoever was standing behind her on the escalator a glimpse of her panties anyway? Too late to make sleeping arrangements elsewhere, with nowhere else to go, and with it too cold to sleep outside in his car, he drove to the Madison Hotel. To be honest, he didn't blame her for being angry. A day she set aside for love, celebrating February 14th with a nice dinner, a bottle of chilled champagne, and a decadent dessert after, Valentine's Day was her very special holiday. Being that he forgot Valentine's Day last year, along with her birthday, and their anniversary, he's surprised she hasn't thrown him out sooner. Having had to work long hours and weekends on a big case his law firm asked him to handle, an endless case that has morphed into taking over his personal life, he's been so very busy, too busy. Too preoccupied with the law to think of Diane and to remember Valentine's Day, that last thing he had time to think about was love and sex, that is, until he saw Andy having sex with Cindy. Right now, dead at the door, he's just so very tired. He's so tired that even if Andy and Cindy were having sex right now with their drapes wide open with their light on, he wouldn't watch. Okay, maybe he'd look over briefly. Wishing he could just sleep in his own bed, wishing he had remembered Diane today, of all days, Valentine's Day, he drove downtown, parked his car, and trudged through the hotel lobby. Already having the key in hand, he didn't need to check in his room. He just took the elevator to the 7th floor and unlocked the door to room 764. Maybe after a good night's sleep, she'll calm down enough for him to talk with her. Maybe with some belated, albeit, expensive gifts, she'll forgive him. It's a good thing the trial was postponed for a week. With all the crazy hours he's been working, the senior partner of the law firm gave everyone the day off tomorrow. He guessed she figured with it being Valentine's Day today, that everyone will be having an amorous evening tonight, that is, except for him and Diane. Without turning on his light in the hotel room, preferring the darkness to the light, especially when he was upset, he even extinguished his office light at work, when thinking about a troubling case. Ever since he was a kid, he found lights too brightly distracting. Preferring the moonlight to manmade light, he opened the drapes to look out the window and stood with his forehead pressed against the cool glass, while thinking about how to patch things up with Diane. He loved her, he really did. A voyeuristic outlet, Cindy was just a diversion because he had been so horny and because Diane hadn't given him sex in a while. Had he more time at home to get her in the mood, had he not forgotten Valentine's Day, he wouldn't be standing here now alone in a hotel room looking out over nothing but dozens of rooms from across the courtyard. In the way that the hotel was arranged with rooms that ran along both sides of a rectangular shaped courtyard, he had a bird's eye view of the rooms across from him, that is, if their light were on and their drapes were open. With nothing else to do, with him being so horny, forever the voyeur, he hoped to see some fodder to masturbate over later. It's ironically funny now that Diane should chastise him for being a voyeur. Exhibitionism and voyeurism is how they met five years ago last summer, after all. For sure, she wasn't always such a prude. More sexually playfully and amorously adventurous then, she changed and was turning into something of a middle-aged shrew now, instead of the fun filled tease of a woman she was, when they first met. Living in the same apartment complex, they took the same train into the city. They didn't know one another then and, even though he remembered seeing her a few times, always too focused with work, he really never noticed her, until that one fateful day that he found himself sitting across from her on the train. A regular bookworm, with her nose buried in a book and her mind lost in a story, she was reading her novel, which is what she still does now, while curled up on the couch with a blanket and a cup of tea. Bored with the long train ride to the city, anxious to get to work, he was preoccupied with a case, when wasn't he? Mindlessly staring across the aisle, while lost in thought, he couldn't help but notice the good looking woman sitting across from him. Suddenly, forgetting the complexities of his case, he concentrated his focus on Diane, when she slowly crossed her legs and gave him an innocent flash of her panty. So unexpected, the flash of her panty startled him enough to alert his steady, stealth surveillance of her. Valentine's Exhibitionism/Voyeurism As if an electrical jolt of electricity shocked his mind from legal matters to lecherous ones, oh, my God, that was so hot to see a flash of her white panty. Having looked up just in time, he couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't believe he saw her panty. An attractive woman, she was wearing a short skirt with bright, white panties and the sight of her panty covered mound excited him. Forgetting about the preoccupation of work for a moment, after the woman sitting across from him flashed him her panties, exhibitionism and voyeurism was a game that he was now more interested in playing. Panty flashing was just the game that he needed to play to take his mind off his court case and get him through the long train ride. Wishing and wanting her to flash him again, taking care for her not to catch him looking, he hoped she'd uncross her legs and cross her legs the other way, while flashing him her panties again and again. Just as he thought that, he couldn't believe it, when she did just that. First one flash, when she uncrossed her legs and then another flash, when she crossed them again the other way. Oh, my God. Better than playing games on his iPad, he wondered if she flashed him on purpose, perhaps knowing that he was looking, or by mere accident because her skirt was so short. He looked up at her face but, except for her long, blonde hair, her visage was hidden by her book. Having seen her waiting for the train before and now trying to remember what she looked like, remembering that she was pretty, he wished he could remember what she looked like. He wondered if her face looked as good as her legs. Open to having a girlfriend, especially one so sexy, already fantasizing about her naked, he wondered if she was available or already in a relationship. Surely someone who looks like her would already be taken. Maybe she was just a frustrated, young housewife getting her kicks flashing a stranger with a bit of flashing fun. Oh, my God, this is so hot sitting across from a woman, who doesn't know that she's flashing her panties, every time she crosses her legs, or does she know. What does it matter if she knows or not, so long as he rewarded with a flash of her panty? Still, he wondered, does she know he was watching her? Is that why she just flashed him her panty? Does she know she just flashed him her panty? Then, when she uncrossed her legs again, she left them uncrossed this time. With her knees tightly pressed together and her short skirt flatly in place, his speculation whether she was flashing him accidentally or not, along with the show, was over. Or was it? When he looked at her legs again, even with her knees pressed tightly together, there was a triangular opening that ran from her mid thigh to her crotch. As if her panty clad pussy belonged to an Angel, the rising sun that streamed across the aisle, lit up her panty clad pussy, as if he was having a religious moment. Fixated on the clear view of her triangular patch of panty, he wondered about her. So hyped up with work that he had forfeited his personal life for his business one, he forgot his loneliness and how horny he always was. Now willing to pass the time with a friendly, albeit flashing female, instead of always being so alone, he wondered what it would be like to talk to her, to touch her, to kiss her, and to pull down her bright, white panty and lick her, before fucking her. From what he could see of her breasts, partially hidden by her arms and her book, she had a nice rack and he imagined feeling her body through her clothes while kissing her, before reaching beneath her short skirt to feel her panty clad ass and push her bikini panty aside to finger her pussy. He wondered what she'd be like in bed. Horny with the early morning hour and from his unaddressed, sexual frustration, other than with his hand, he couldn't remember when he had sex last. He wondered if she sucked cock and if he could cum in her mouth. He wondered if she swallowed. He wondered what was her name. Without having even seen her face, without even having met her, he was already having a sexual fantasy about her. Obviously, working too long and too hard, he needed some down time. If his firm wasn't so stringent about sexual harassment laws, there are a few secretaries that he'd love to give oral dictation to, while alone with them in his apartment. Only, trying to prove his worth to the partners of the firm, not even having the time to have a dog, he didn't have time for a personal life and the demands on his time to have a girlfriend. Then, ever so slightly, with each jostled bump and sway of the train, as if they were two boats attached to the dock by their moorings, her knees drifted apart ever so slowly. Mesmerized by the sight of her drifting knees parting ever so slightly and ever so slowly, as if their parting was his very own, personal invitation to look and to see, with each gentle movement of the train, her short skirt climbed higher, while her knees parted wider. With every parting movement of her knees by the motion of the train, he was rewarded with more of a view of her inner thighs, the inner sanctum sanctimonious. "Hallelujah," he whispered under his breath. Without having even seen her face, he knew she was pretty. Judging her by her shapely form, figuring she was a runner, a swimmer, a dancer, and/or a skater, she had killer legs. Then, no doubt preoccupied with her book, as if her knees were his gates to Heaven and her thighs the highway to the promise land, Nirvana opened wide and she sat, as if she was a drunken sailor in a bar on shore leave. When her knees parted just enough to give him a clear and uninterrupted view of her panty, he was enthralled. Having not had sex in a long while, he imagined kneeling before her and parting her knees wider, as she still read her book. He imagined reaching his hand between her legs to touch her, to feel her, and to cup her panty clad pussy. He imagined pushing her panty aside to finger her. Then, reaching his other hand beneath her book, he imagined feeling her ample breast through her blouse, first one and then the other, before unbuttoning her blouse and removing her big breasts from her bra, while she still turned her page and read her book. "Hi," she said looking up at him and interrupting his sexual fantasy. As if he was deep in a hypnotic trance, she caught him staring at her panty. Denying him any more of a view of her panty, she closed her book, closed her knees, and crossed her legs, this time without flashing him her panty. "This ride is excruciatingly too long," she said looking at him with a smile, as if waiting for his reply. When none came, she introduced herself. "I'm Diane." Already deep in a sexual fantasy about her, to return to reality took a moment for him to realize that she was addressing him. It wasn't until she said her name, that he erased his mind of her panty clad pussy, to look up at her pretty face. Diane, her name is Diane. He looked up at her face and, he was right, she was very pretty, prettier than any of those secretaries at work that he had been lusting over. Without doubt, remembering how she looked that day, she was prettier than Cindy. "Larry," he said. "Pleased to meet you, Diane. Sorry, I was thinking about a case," he said holding up a handful of papers, as if he needed to use that as evidence that he wasn't staring at her exposed panties. That's how they met more than 5 years ago. He couldn't believe it's been five years. If only he could capture and bottle the excitement that he had the first time she flashed him her panty, he'd never think of having sex with Cindy. He knew just as he loved her that she loved him. Just as he wanted to have children one day, she's been pressuring him to have a baby. Since there's no one he'd want to have a child with other than with her, they should get married, he thought. Yet, he needed to make his career mark first and if he wins this case, he'll be golden. With so much pressure to perform, there was so much competition and he didn't want to be cut, as so many junior lawyers had already been cut from the firm. Still, especially now that she threw him out on Valentine's night, he missed her. If she was here right now, he'd kiss her, really kiss her, before asking her to marry him. With his head pressed against the cool window glass of his hotel room, as if an icepack to a bad headache that eased away his frustration and weariness, he decided to surprise her with some flowers tomorrow morning, after hitting the jewelry store to buy her some bling, a diamond, maybe even a diamond engagement ring. Then, he'll make dinner reservations at the most expensive restaurant in town and, in the way he was feeling about her and missing her now, maybe he'd even propose. Then...wait one minute. "What the Hell? What's this? No frigging way. Are you kidding me? I don't believe my eyes. This is too much. I can't believe my luck. I can't believe what I'm seeing." When he looked out his hotel window, the light went on in the room directly across and a floor down from him. He watched a woman walking back and forth unpacking her suitcase and neatly folding her clothes to put away in drawers and hanging the rest in her closet. Because they weren't on the same floor, unless she stood closer to the window, he couldn't see above her shoulders. Unable to see her face and wishing he could see her face, he was glad that he could see her hot body. He's a voyeur and for him to get sexually excited, unless really horny, he needed to see the face of the woman, along with all the other body parts. Only seeing her from her shoulders down, he wished she was in the room on the same floor directly across him. Nonetheless, from where he was watching her, unless she looked up, it was an undetectable vantage point for a voyeur. Horny enough that he wished she would, he hoped she'd start removing her clothes. With his head pressed against the window and peering down, unless she stood at the window and looked up at him, she'd never know he was standing there watching her. "Bingo!" As soon as he thought of her stripping, as soon as he thought what she'd look like in her lingerie or naked, she was standing by her mirror unbuttoning blouse. "Fuck me. Are you kidding me? This is too good to be true. At least today won't be a total loss. If nothing else, in the way that I needed and wanted to masturbate over Cindy's naked body, now I can masturbate over this sexy woman undressing." He watched the woman undressing and, with the body she had, an even better body than Cindy had, he wished she was his girlfriend. With someone like her in his life, without a doubt, he'd never forget her birthday, their anniversary, or Valentine's Day. If she was his girlfriend, taking her off the market and keeping her all to himself, he'd get down on his knee and ask her to marry him. Slowly and methodically, as if she were a call girl undressing for some VIP big shot in a strip club, as if preoccupied in thought, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and cuffs, before flaying open her blouse and removing it to expose her pink, lacy bra. With each unbuttoned button blouse, he stared to see what he could see and what she was showing. With each unbuttoned button of her blouse, as if given the pass to his own personal, private striptease show, his excitement grew. Then, when she removed her blouse and paraded around her room in just her bra and short skirt, she was so sexy. "Oh, my God. Oh, baby, nice tits. This is one sexy bitch," he said to his reflection in the window. "If she looks this good in her bra, I can't wait to see her in her panty. I can't wait to see her in her panty and bra. I can't wait to see her tits. This is so much better than the hotel's X rated movies." He watched her hanging up her blouse, before returning to her place in front of the mirror, his best vantage point to watch her undress in the room. With her drapes wide open and the light on, doesn't she know that she can be seen? Maybe she does know she can be seen. Maybe she doesn't care. Maybe she's an exhibitionist. He wish Diane was an exhibitionist. He wished Diane would flash other men her panty in the way she flashed him her panty on the train, when they first met. Returning his focus back to the sexy stranger, he wondered if she hoping that someone was watching her undress? Maybe she was purposely undressing for someone. He looked around at the rooms that he could see from his angle that faced her to see if she was giving someone a show and to see if anyone else was watching her, but all the drapes that he could see facing her room were closed. The only drapes that he could see were open were his drapes and her drapes. A voyeur's dream come true, with her drapes wide open and her light on, first he saw Cindy walking around her bedroom naked. Then, he watch her giving Andy the kind of wild sex he wished Diane would give him. Now it's this sexy stranger not caring who's watching her undress that has returned the voyeuristic excitement he had, when watching Cindy, before Diane interrupted his fun. If only Diane could be so unabashedly sexy and wantonly slutty. What are the odds that in the course of one week, he's witness to another voyeuristic show? Then, when she reached behind her and unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt, he was riveted to the window. Holding on to the top of her skirt with her fingertips, before allowing her skirt to fall to the floor and collect around her ankles, as if he was there sliding down her thighs, falling for her, and crumpling to her feet, she wore matching pink, bikini panties. How hot was that? With her back facing the window, she bent at the waist to retrieve her skirt and carefully folded it, before walking over to the bureau to put it away in the drawer. When she bent at the waist, he looked to see if he could see her face, but with her backside facing the window, he was sidetracked looking at her beautiful round ass. "Oh, my God, she has an incredible ass. I'd love to tap that ass. Fuck, I wish Diane looked like that and had an ass like her. Why can't I have a hot girlfriend like her?" He watched her walk back to her place in front of the mirror. Then, she reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. Seemingly to take forever, before she peeled her bra from her breasts and removed her bra cups from her C cup breasts, he held his breath waiting to see her tits. He saw them in the mirror, before seeing them straight on, when she turned to toss her bra on the bed. "Oh, my God. Look at that. She has amazing knockers. I'd love to fondle those breasts. I'd love to suck those nipples. Better breasts than Cindy's breasts, those are natural breasts, for sure, and not some plastic surgeon's creation." Then, as if a stripper on stage, she wiggled out of her bikini panties. Bending at the waist again to remove them off her feet, she exposed the inside of her ass and pink pussy to him. Seeing as much of her as her gynecologist would, seeing more of her than any voyeur hoped to see, after missing most of the Andy and Cindy climaxing show, especially when Andy gave Cindy a cum bath, he couldn't believe his good fortunate now. Only, he wished he could see what she looked like, so that he could fantasize about having sex with her, while stroking his cock. If he had a choice of seeing Cindy naked or watching his sexy stranger undress, he'd chose watching his sexy stranger. If he had a choice of watching Andy and Cindy having sex or watching this gorgeously hot woman strip naked, he'd pick the latter over the former. Watching a slow striptease show was always his first choice. Without a doubt, with a better body than Cindy, she was smoking hot. "What a body. Oh, my God, what a body. She has an incredible body. Having a better body than Jennifer Aniston, Jennifer Lopez, Halle Berry, and even Blake Lively, he wondered what it would be like to have sex with a woman that had a killer body like her." Then, taking a step back not to be seen, in case she looked up at his darkened window, he watched her turn and walk to the window, while holding up a big piece of paper with large, bold numbers written in black magic marker, 614. Taping the paper to the window, the paper was large enough to block him from seeing her face. Damn, he'd have loved to see what she looked like, so that he could imagine her stripping again, while he stroked his cock in bed tonight. He wondered what the significance of the numbers were. He wondered what her name was, maybe Tiffany, LuLu, Crystal, or Veronica. With the only thing he could see was her perfectly symmetrical round breasts, her blonde trimmed pussy, her blonde hair peeking out the sides of the paper that she held up to her face and that was now taped to the window, and her unbelievable ass, he so wanted to see what she looked like. If she looked anything like her body, she'd be beautiful, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. "What the Hell is that number, I wonder? It's not the time." Scratching his head, he looked at his watch and it was 8:30pm. "It's not the date because today is February 14th, Valentine's Day. Wait one minute. Are you kidding me? No fucking way! That's her room number. I bet that's her room number. Fuck me. Oh, my God, 614 is her room number. Did she see me watching her? Does she know that I was watching her? She must know that I've been watching her strip naked. Is she inviting me to her room? Is she inviting me to have sex with her? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What should I do?" Too excited to be embarrassed that she caught him looking, he didn't know what to do. If he went to her room, he'd be cheating on Diane. After accusing him so many times of cheating, it would serve her right, if he finally did cheat on her. Frozen with indecision and paralyzed with fear that he was taking the first step in ending his relationship with Diane for the chance to have a sexual affair with a woman, who undoubtedly has the best body he's ever seen, he analyzed his options, in the way he analyzed his clients, witnesses, and cases. "Do I dare knock at her door? Should I stay faithful to Diane, my longtime girlfriend, who threw me out in the cold? Maybe I should get with this woman and kick Diane to the curb in the way that she kicked me to the curb. Maybe, as a way to pass the time and soothe my loneliness, I could just go talk to the woman and take her downstairs for a drink in the bar, that is, after she puts on some clothes. Maybe, since I hate eating alone and haven't eaten, I could invite her to dinner. Only, what if she wants to dine in the room.? What if she prefers room service? What if she wants to have sex with me, as much as I want to have sex with her? Shit! What do I do? What should I do?" Making a bold move, with his hormones determining his destiny and his horniness determining his fate, he took the elevator down to one floor and walked around the long rectangular corridor to her room. Uncharted ground, he was so nervous. He was so excited. He was so horny. "Here it is, 614. This is it," he said lightly knocking and noticing that the door was left ajar. "It's open," said a voice from within. Even her voice was sexy. Wait a minute. Hold on. This is New York. What if this is a trap? What if he's being setup for a robbery? What if there are muggers on the other side of the door waiting to steal his wallet, his ring, and his watch? What if this was a police sting for prostitution and his picture would air on the evening news? Nah, she hasn't asked him for money and he'd never offer money for sex. What the Hell? He'll just see what she looks like, so that he can masturbate later, over her undressing and leave. Ever so slowly, without stepping in the room, he pushed open the door. The drapes were still open but the sign was gone from the window. Still naked, she was on the bed with her back to him and to the door. There were red rose pedals sprinkled everywhere, all over the carpet, the bed, and her and written in red lipstick on the mirror read, Happy Valentine's Day. Valentine's Exhibitionism/Voyeurism Being the lawyer that he is and noticing the details that he does, there was a bottle of champagne chilling on the table, along with a repast of appetizers, shrimp, cheese, nuts, and crackers. The more that he pushed open the door, the more he could see of her. Her nude body a work of art, as if she was a Rembrandt model being painted from the back, her form, her figure, and her porcelain like skin were exquisite. For damn sure, if Diane looked anything like her, he wouldn't be standing here in this hotel room ready to have sex with a woman he didn't know what she looked like or even knew her name. "Hi," he said. "I saw your...sign," he said taking a step closer, as the door slammed shut behind him. Never has he seen a woman so beautiful. Never has he seen a sight so sexy. Her form exquisite. Her body was perfection. If her body looked this good from the back, he couldn't wait to see her from the front. He couldn't wait to finally see her face. He couldn't wait to touch her and to feel her. He couldn't wait to hold her and kiss her. Forget about eating and drinking champagne, and forget about Diane, he couldn't wait to have sex with her. "Happy Valentine's Day, Larry," she said turning to face him. "Diane!" "If this is what it takes for you to notice me, then so be it," she said getting off the bed and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "Did you know it was me?" "Did I know it was you? Of course I knew it was you. How could I not know it was you? Once I saw your gorgeous body, I knew it was you," he said thinking quick. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be here standing in some strange, naked woman's room, now would I?" He lied. "As soon as I saw your gorgeous legs, from my room," he said lying again, "I knew it was you. Then, when I saw your perfect ass and your big, natural knockers, my sexy sight to behold, you blew me away, baby," he said kissing her. "You're so beautiful." Nonetheless his lies to cover his ass, overwhelmed that this beautiful creature was his beloved Diane, he was beside himself with renewed passion for his sexy girlfriend. "I love you, Diane." "I love you, too, Larry." "Let's get married, Diane." "Oh, Larry. Yes, I want to marry you." "First I want to give you a baby," he said. "Right here and right now and tomorrow, we'll go pick out a ring." "Okay, but first I want you to give me a cum bath," said Diane. "I want to fuck you, suck you, and stroke you. Then, when you're ready to cum, I want you to cum all over my face, my hair, and my tits. In the way that Andy gave Cindy a cum bath, I want you to give me a real cum bath," she said giving him a deep, wet kiss. Then, when Diane reached to unbuckle and unzip his pants, just before reaching her hand in his briefs to pull out his cock, Larry pulled the drapes closed, after noticing so many windows across from him. With their lights off and their curtains open across the way, in the way that the rooms faced one another from across the courtyard, it was the perfect setup, a voyeuristic paradise for voyeurs to watch him give his hot girlfriend a cum bath. Just as he enjoyed watching naked women, just as he wished he had seen Andy give Cindy a cum bath, he didn't want someone to see his naked girlfriend and/or to see him giving Diane a cum bath. Just as he loved watching others having sex, he didn't someone watching him have sex with his girlfriend. With the drapes wide open and the other rooms just across the way, he couldn't help but feel there was someone watching them. He couldn't help but feel there was someone staring at Diane's naked body, in the way he had ogled Cindy. Only, shocking the shit out of him, as soon as he closed the drapes, Diane opened them. Then, standing in front of the window and looking out across the way, with her arms raised, while turning one way and then the other, she gave whoever was watching her a good, long look of her hot naked body. "Diane! What are you doing? Close the drapes," said Larry panicked that everyone could see her naked. "I wonder if there's someone across the way watching me, Larry, in the way you watched Cindy." "Diane! Get away from the window," said Larry turning off the light. "Someone will see you." "Why? I like showing my body," said Diane turning on the light and with her ass to the window, she bent at the waist, reached behind herself, and showed her pink. "When we go home, I'm going to order pizza." "Pizza?" "Yeah, when he go home, I'm going to flash. I plan on giving the pizza delivery man and every man that comes to the door a free show of my naked body, while you watch. I plan on giving Andy a hotter show than the one he gave me," she said with a wicked laugh. "I want to be your slutty exhibitionist wife and I want you to be my voyeur husband." "Oh, Diane," said Larry wrapping his arm around her and giving her a hug. "I love you. Happy Valentine's Day." "Happy Valentine's Day, Larry." They were married in June and Diane had a baby November 14th, exactly nine months later. Both invited to the wedding, but in the middle of a bitter divorce, Andy and Cindy declined the invitation, after Diane gave Andy a nightly exhibitionist show from Larry's office that made Cindy close their bedroom drapes in jealousy. Staying true to her word, a Valentine's Day that precipitated all that happened and one to be remembered for the rest of their lives, Diane flashed the pizza delivery man, the mailman, UPS and Fedex drivers, and any man who came to her door, that is, whenever she was home with Larry. Then, after her flashing show, they'd have hot pillow talk, while having outrageous sex. THE END This is a Valentine's contest story. Please vote. Please add me and/or this story to your favorite list.