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Voyeur Ch. 01

By: Existencialisticism



It was a typical week day that the following course of unexpected events took place. At twenty years old I'd recently moved into a flat with an attractive older women of about thirty years; someone whom I'd slowly begun to get to know and liked, but whom still seemed straight and innocent, yet also mysterious. Either that or she was playing coy which was as I was soon to discover was far more accurate. Nevertheless my ponderings occupied my mind as I shifted into second.

As usual I'd found myself driving to another dull day at work, stuck in heavy traffic, flicking in and out of radio stations at random, endeavouring to distract myself from myself and watching my fellow rat race travellers seemingly doing the same was familiar. 

Unexpectedly my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mike, its Tim, I just called to let you know work is off today."

"Oh hows that?" I asked somewhat surprised.

"Harry is away till tomorrow and gave every one the day off. Something about the contract needing some remedial work."

"Well that's fantastic," I replied cheerfully. "I just wish someone had told me sooner. I've been sitting in traffic forever and I'm only twenty minutes away. I really could have used the sleep too!"

Tim laughed then said, "Ah well Mike, see you tomorrow and don't forget the tickets."

"Yeah ok, I'll see you tomorrow, thanks man, later."

"Later."

Having hung up I took the nearest U-turn and started to head back home wondering what I might do with the rest of my day, and not coming up with anything particularly exciting, resigned myself to a lazy day beside the pool. With the sun beating down relentlessly it would be a perfect day for a dip; if I was lucky some sleep to make up for the restless night before would also be welcome.

Perhaps five minutes from arriving home, my up to then reliable Toyota began to gargle and sputter, like it was running out of gas, except that I knew it was not, having filled up the day before. Inevitably the old girl gave out a final desperate gasp and the engine died completely. 

"Oh for fucks sake!" I said to myself angrily, slamming my hands down against the steering wheel. "Ah well at least I made it this far," I thought reassuring myself in an attempt to remain calm. "I'll just have to call a tow truck. I'll wait till I get home and call from there," I thought without even contemplating trying to fix the car on account of the unbearable heat.

Once car was locked up I began walking the fortunately short distance home and was starting to look forward to my day off. About ten minutes later I started up the long winding drive way which was shrouded in the foliage of tree's that shielded me from the intense sunlight. Regardless, by the time I reached the front door I had worked up quite a sweat; the look of the pool was very enticing. 

Having proceeded inside and then having made a quick cup of coffee I walked upstairs to my room, undressed, and began searching for a towel. The search was fruitless so I looked in the bathroom adjacent to my room and despite finding a towel, found it was somewhat used and wet.

'Fuck!' I said to myself impatiently.

After a few more moments of further futile searching of the linen cupboard I thought I'd go into my new flatmates bedroom and look in the a-joining bathroom. I felt she knew me well enough and wouldn't mind if I grabbed a towel. As expected I retrieved a clean towel from her bathroom and was just about to exit her bedroom when her open closet caught and commanded my attention. A radio perched on top of a large dresser next to a plasma television and DVD player distracted me momentarily as it blared out a drone of some rock song or other. I was about to turn it off, or down, but I was further summonsed and distracted by the open closet which seemed to draw me in. 

The doors were slightly ajar and from where I was standing I couldn't help but notice some sort of leather clothing along with what appeared to be lingerie. For a moment I paused and gazed motionless, curiosity getting the better of me - and before I knew what I was doing I walked slowly around the queen sized bed located in the centre of the room, and began to tentatively pull the doors still further apart. Crouching down and dropping the towel casually I took a leather garment in my hand and at once I noticed that it was a pair of crotch-less panties. Looking further I saw various garments and other unmistakable paraphernalia of sex. I couldn't believe my eyes! My flat mate had seemed so ordinary to me up to that moment. She was very attractive and sophisticated, yet for some reason or other I had formed an opinion of her that she was a good Catholic girl.

Snapping out of it and returning to myself and realising that I was prying and being nosey - feeling like I was breaching her trust in me - I pulled the doors back to where they were before and was about to leave when I became aware that my heart beat had quickened and a stirring below had been initiated, as-well as an overwhelming sense of erotic sensuousness which had begun to permeate by entire body. 

Knowing it was wrong, yet piercingly stimulating, and having momentarily re-treated, I couldn't help but pry further, and without further consideration impulsively began again pulling back the doors to this lair of forbidden excitement, trepidation, and mischievousness. For I also knew that my flatmate was at work and wouldn't be back for at least four hours; it wouldn't hurt if I had a peek, and besides I rationalised, a week prior I'd had the sense that she had been through my room.

With the doors wide open I stepped inside which was a very large closet filled with racks of clothes; skirts, pants, panties, dresses in leather and latex, along with multiple boxes of various sizes including a plethora of shoes stacked carefully on shelves. Several costumes such as a maids outfit, or nurses uniform, and nuns habit appeared interspersed within the other garments hanging from a central rail. 

I was immediately totally immersed and captivated within this Aladdin's cave and quickly became oblivious to my breach of her trust in me as I continued examining her private accoutrements. In one corner of the closet boxes of books sat partially unpacked along with rows of video's and DVD's carefully arranged, the titles of which were all explicit. On one of the top shelves sat yet more explicit video titles and an old video recorder along with several more box's. Most of all I was taken aback by the sheer volume of material, but also found myself perplexed at the sheer explicitness of the various porn titles many of which I forthwith wished to view.

Then I began to examine the lingerie, the crotch-less panties, the G-strings, riding boots, and surprisingly a riding crop which made me chuckle to myself in disbelief. It seemed I had happened upon a Pandora's box and it was thrilling and compelling to discover that my flat mate was not quite as straight as I'd imagined up to that point.

Already my cock was throbbing, as I imagined her dressed up in these outfits of latex, or leather, brandishing the riding crop perhaps, like a dominatrix, commanding me to satisfy her every desire, and me doing so willingly. 

"Perhaps I should watch one of the videos", I pondered while stroking my cock in earnest accompanied by these lascivious images. It was exhilarating yet felt so taboo, and occasionally these feelings of arousal were accompanied with guilt, in that I was now slowly and almost unconsciously masturbating in my flat mates closet while rummaging through her belongings. It felt wrong, yet at the same time felt so good I simply couldn't stop myself.

In the very next instant my heart almost stopped. "What was that?" I wondered stunned and motionless. I was sure I just had just heard something downstairs and froze like a rock. I listened intently but couldn't hear hardly anything because the radio was so loud, and then I wasn't sure if I had heard anything at all; it could have been one of the neighbourhood cats, or "Maybe I'd imagined it?", Or "Maybe I should just get the hell out of here right now?" I thought anxiously.

For a few moments I just sat there naked, hypnotised by the scene of where I found myself, unable or unwilling to remove myself from what had now become a very lewd, highly unusual, and out of character episode of lust and fantasy for myself. I'd paused for a few minutes at least; just sat there dazed. And when I was sure no one was there returned to the thoughts which had stimulated me prior as I continued with the exploration.

Gradually I began to again stroke my swollen member whose dimensions had not dwindled in the least, and which now created spasms of pleasure as I quelled its own desire thus while examining the covers of some of the DVD's. With several more minutes of wreck-less abandon while flicking through the outfits and a variety of magazines I could feel myself beginning to ride the crest of a wave which threatened to break at any moment. But I had to hold back. For it was one thing for me to be doing what I was, but it seemed something else entirely to actually ejaculate; it just felt even less appropriate than just masturbating under the circumstances, even if I had the towel handy. Besides, I desired to prolong my fantasy as long as possible.

So time and time again, as I felt the waves of pleasure begin to culminate I'd back off and build myself back up, perhaps to finally release later in my own room.

Having been completely absorbed in the proceedings it was with a feeling of absolute horror when I distinctly heard footsteps coming up the stairs which creaked. It seemed at that moment time had stopped and a panic over came me as I covered myself clumsily as best I could with the towel. Without having a moment to think I found myself pulling the closet doors almost shut and withdrawing further into the darkness of the closet itself.

"Jesus Christ!" I thought immediately, feeling completely over come with angst and stunned mindlessly; feeling like a complete fool, and worse, like someone who had invaded someone else's privacy and whom was about to be caught. But there was no way out of this one. I knew that whose ever footsteps they were, there would have been no way for me to have successfully left the closet as I found it without being discovered snooping. And yet at virtually the same time, I thought that I should have just quickly gathered my thoughts, left her room with the towel covering my erect member and somehow bluffed my way out. But it was too late for that now, and my mind was a haze of overwhelming alarm. 

All I could do was hope that if it was my flatmate, that she would come and get something, leave, and give me the opportunity to escape back to my own room where by then, I could simply go downstairs and announce my presence. Obviously because of my car having broken down and her not seeing it in the drive way meant that she had no idea I was at home. I guessed I'd not heard the arrival of her own car because of the radio.

These thoughts which raced through my head happened in seconds but seemed like an eternity. For as half expected my flatmate Leanne entered the room and if I was panicked before, now I was completely shocked and at a loss as to what to do but watch her through the louvers in the doors, from the confines of the closet which was now for the most part dark. Even the hint of the idea that she might come straight to the closet and discover me made me nauseous. I was repulsed by my actions, but all I could do was sit immobile and spellbound.

Leanne proceeded to walk around the bed, and momentarily, much to my horror, paused in front the closet as though she was about to open the doors and discover me. Since the doors were partially open I wondered if she had seen me and the game was up. But somehow she seemed to become distracted and turned away from me, and seated herself before a large mirror attached to a dressing table on which sat a multitude of cosmetics. She was sat only a matter of a few feet away with her back facing me, though I had a perfect view of her exquisitely sculptured face by looking at her reflection in a large oval mirror before her.

She'd begun to brush her long brown auburn hair, before applying some Ferrari red lip stick upon her luscious lips, and then a couple of sprays of some expensive looking perfume over her upper torso which smelled of sandalwood and roses; for as it wafted toward me I could smell it almost immediately.

Rising from the chair she first reached up to switch the radio off and then she approached a set of large drawers, adjacent to the dresser, opened one of them and withdrew a bottle of red wine, a cork screw and two glasses. 

Being petrified that at any moment she would open the closet and discover me I began to slowly withdraw deeper into what now seemed to be a cell which held me. I was hoping to cover myself with clothing in a vein attempt to conceal myself if the worst came to the worst, but it was hopeless; if I was not extremely careful I would make a noise and be found out so I just sat there feeling completely bewildered, planning for, and mentally scripting, that if I was discovered I would just confess to what I had been doing.

Leanne, in her early thirties, looked as stunning as usual, with slightly longer than shoulder length hair and olive skin. Not slim, but well proportioned with superb breasts; a truly stunning example of the female form. And from where I was located I had a view of her appetising buttocks as-well which made my cock even harder despite my desire to nullify its potency.

Having opened the wine and deposited the bottle on the dresser, she sat down again before the mirror. Her big brown eyes beamed into it back at herself, studying, admiring, seemingly pleased with what they saw. Her full rounded breasts beneath a white cotton blouse which was unbuttoned in such way as to reveal cleavage, were enticing and provocative; yet at the same time not too revealing. But they were magnificent and tantalising; she even briefly cupped them in her hands and seemed to adjust their position beneath her blouse which just heightened my desire.

"Lisa are you coming up?" Leanne called out unexpectedly which provoked further alarm in myself.

"Yeah, I'm just making a quick call," came the reply from a sultry female voice downstairs.

I was surprised, and staggered to learn one of Leanne's friends whom I'd never met was also in the house, and worse would apparently soon be joining us all in her bedroom. If the thought of my flatmate finding me in such a compromising position was sickening, the thought of the two of them discovering me was absolutely horrendous.

"So you up for a swim Lisa?" Leanne asked as her friend walked into the room.

"Yeah I think I will," Lisa replied while walking around the bed giving me a perfect view of her exquisite body as she did so, before she set a brown leather hand-bag down next to the bed then seated herself on it beside Leanne who'd begun pouring the wine into the other glass.

"I just opened a bottle of red," Leanne said turning to face her and handing Lisa the now filled vessel before Leanne got up and sat herself next to Lisa on the bed.

"Oh nice, just what I need, thanks," Lisa replied cheerfully as she accepted the glass before sipping the wine eagerly with already moist succulent lips, painted a soft pussy pink.

If Leanne was attractive, her friend Lisa was like a Greek goddess. A blonde, perhaps twenty five, possibly younger; slim, tall, slender, with voluptuous breasts clearly accentuated by a red tang top which appeared tighter than was perhaps comfortable, and which accentuated her nipples which protruded provocatively indicating she was not wearing a bra. 

Along with the gorgeous body, Lisa's face was perfectly sculptured, symmetrical, with an exquisite nose, delicious lips, and to top it off, aquamarine blue eyes which seemed deeply penetrating and piercing, yet paradoxically and enigmatically, inviting, soft and gentle.

Having said that, what evoked an even greater throbbing below was the site of Lisa's long slender legs which disappeared up a short, tight, black leather mini skirt. I wondered how her pussy would be atop those gorgeous thighs so I repositioned myself strategically, if but very carefully; for she was facing me only a few feet away with her tanned legs uncrossed, and if I was lucky I would steal a glimpse of her succulent mound.

The two of them then began to talk about some kind of assignment. I soon gathered by their conversation that it was assigned by Leanne to Lisa at some sort of writing workshop at which Leanne taught; so I presumed that Lisa was one of Leanne's students. They seemed to know each other quite well, for as soon as the wine flowed, they began to joke and laugh heartily with one another.

"So hows your new flat mate Mike?" Lisa asked before grinning.

"Ah he seems really nice. He's a little quiet at times but definitely hot," Leanne replied before laughing.

"So you think you'll...you know?" Lisa asked before smiling and gulping down some more wine.

"Ah I don't know. He's kind of straight I think. Innocent. Maybe. I'm just not sure, he's not quite my type. He seems a little quiet. But who knows, I don't really know him that well yet. For now I'll give him the benefit of the doubt I guess."

"So what is your type?" Lisa asked while glossing over a small folder she had retrieved from her bag.

"Well, I'm not even sure of that myself. And besides, since I broke up with Mark I've kind of gone off men, they're just too much trouble, but then again," Leanne continued before pausing to consider further and then went on, "I love them, I can't get enough of them."

"Yeah I know what you mean, my last boyfriend was such a bastard, but he...yeah, I just got sick of his bullshit. He was definitely good in bed though, and besides you need someone to clean the car."

The two of them erupted in laughter and I found their chit chat amusing despite my circumstances which continued to weigh upon me menacingly despite my stimulation.

"Have you ever been with another women fully?" Leanne asked directly and casually, before topping up both of they're glasses and then continuing with, "You know, like, not just kissing and indulging men, but actually really enjoying it?"

"Well. Actually. Yeah, just once, it's the basis for the story I am going to be reading," Lisa replied while averting her eyes slightly in the direction of her papers.

"Did you like it?"

"Well it was. I guess, yeah...I mean I prefer men, but its so different with a women," replied Lisa appearing reasonably relaxed with the subject material.

Leanne giggled and smiled then asked, "What do you mean you guess?"

Lisa then started to laugh some more, appearing slightly embarrassed when pressed for details, for her cheeks flushed faintly red and Leanne looked momentarily awkward as she shifted her position on the bed.

"No its ok," Lisa said reassuringly, if but with a tone of seriousness and pensive apprehension. "I guess that's what I should do, as you said before, I need to learn to tell the story properly before I can write it, in the theme of the oral tradition of course."

Again the two of them burst out laughing at the innuendo and I too almost laughed while momentarily having forgotten where exactly I was.

"Yeah," Leanne went on once she had composed herself. "If you can tell it fluidly as you picture it, and without any sense of self consciousness or doubt, or guilt even, then you have a much better chance of making a story which is compelling."

"Yeah I have been working on it," Lisa said semi confidently. "I just feel so comfortable with you, I feel like I have to hold nothing back, especially with all the stories I have read of yours, and they hold nothing back." 


Voyeur Ch. 01



"Well Lisa," Leanne continued, "you have had a very good education, you are well spoken, articulate, and have a very vivid imagination. It's a rare quality and as you know most of the rest of my students may try hard but lack the real talent and depth of story telling. I think so much of it is about sincerity. Its good if you can base at least some of your stories on real events, that's why I asked if you had been with another women. It can be useful if you are at ease with the subject material. Its just that as we covered last week, most readers of erotica are men and you know all too well that they love the thought of two women together. Its good if you can integrate your own fantasies into your work, but also try and cater to the fantasies of others particularly men. The main emphasis is on sex, not romance. Sometimes it can be hard to detach oneself from our own yearnings of seduction and the game of love, but this genre specifically requires an element of lust and lasciviousness.

"Yeah, I couldn't agree more," Lisa replied somewhat ambiguously and with a sense of acquiescence. "And like I said Lisa, your so young to have such a good command of language, and even if you lack some of the basic structural requirements so far, the main thing is that you enjoy what you write. Because if you enjoy it, it's fun, and if it's fun, does it really matter that it appeals to others so much? If it isn't fun you're wasting your time. I have so much fun just going places in my stories. Places I'd fantasise about but may not be so willing to personally go and places I know I'd never go. So the idea is, that you try and re-create everything, a picture which evolves and morphs and if possible turns you on as-well. Its no use being afraid to explore fantasy just through your characters because effectively your characters fantasies can be yours but no one will ever know that. Sure, they may be based on aspects of yourself, but they are not necessarily you either. You can tell it like it is, or tell it in ways you may yourself not even contemplate as being representative of what you consider decent. Its about pushing boundaries or bending the rules, your own or other wise, and by doing so through your characters you can detach yourself from what you may or may not like yourself and do anything you want with no shame."

"Right, yeah that makes perfect sense," Lisa replied enthusiastically and smiling while again uncrossing her legs delightfully, seemingly unconscious to herself as of to suggest she was becoming mildly aroused at her thoughts of the content of her story. "That's what I like about it the most," she said. "Its like a journey for me. I can describe real situations as they were, or mould them into something more interesting, or almost create the paths that may have been; go for the ride. Mostly I do like to use aspects of fantasies that I have, people and places, but also sometimes just make it all up and go to all sorts of strange places."

"Well that's a good place to start," Leanne added. "But ultimately using at least parts of your own experiences or fantasies can more succinctly convey a sense of authenticity. So tell me about the one you have been working on. Just go slowly. If you need to pause, do so, but just keep progressing, not seeking any reassurance, nor expressing any hint of doubt or self consciousness."

"Ok, I'll try, and go slow," Lisa said looking up from her papers before placing them down. "And," she went on, "this is something that did actually happen, my first time with another girl. I know the way I write it is much better since I can choose my words more carefully but I'll do the best I can, I pretty much know it off by heart now because of all the editing any way."

"That's it, it doesn't matter if you hesitate, but try and not consult your notes, just keep going if you can," Leanne suggested seeming eager and curious. "If you do stop it doesn't matter, just try. I'll ask questions if I feel it will help you out, and when you do finish the written draft we will have this exercise as a comparison. This oral exercise will help to formulate your approach to the entire story."

"Ok," Lisa replied with a mild hint of timidity and stage fright as if she hadn't done this before. "This happened when I was seventeen several years ago on a skiing trip," she began. "We'd booked a lodge. Five of us girls. When we got there, there were only four beds. We decided among us that another girl named Beth, two years my senior, and I, would share the queen size bed in a separate room and the others would take the singles in the other room."

"Oh," Leanne interjected, obviously intrigued.

"So any way, we'd arrived early in the day and decided to hit the slopes. Beth and I who were better skiers than the others soon split off from the rest of the group and very much enjoyed the day together. It went particularly well and we spent pretty much the entire day up and down the lifts. I had had a slight sense though quite early on that Beth may have been interested in girls because I'd think I'd catch her looking at me sometimes, you know...but I didn't really feel bothered by that. I wasn't concerned or in any way intimidated or anything , maybe bemused. It seemed like I could have imagined it all any way, just that she did seem a little like a tom boy, but regardless Beth was athletic and good looking to me, just that I didn't quite fully realise how much at the time." "Oh right," Leanne said smiling and nodding as if to offer encouragement.

"So," Lisa continued, "I didn't think too much about that. I really liked her, we got on well, but not like that. It wasn't until we got back to the lodge that things started to get wild. The group of us had all been drinking heavily when finally it was time for bed, other wise, we'd thought, we would never get up early for the next days skiing."

By this time I myself, still rock hard in the closet, and despite my circumstances found myself continually stroking my member which felt astounding, and I was hoping that the story would continue since it was already arousing me a great deal.

"So?" Leanne enquired demurely.

"So, we both got into night shirts and into the bed drunk as skunks, still laughing and joking. I turned the lights off and immediately there was silence, an uneasy silence. It seemed like it was like that for ages. I was restless and I could sense that Beth was also wide awake too, but it just felt kind of uncomfortable for some reason. Hard to explain."

"And then?"

"Well we must have lay there completely still for about twenty minutes despite the effects of the alcohol. I was finally becoming sleepy when I felt Beth's hand brush up against my thigh. At first I didn't think anything of it, and just put it down to nothing, it may have been my imagination playing tricks on me. But I didn't move. And while her touch was imperceptible initially, her hand remained there for about five minutes yet seemed like forever, and I was sure she was doing it consciously rather than just accidentally. After a while I forgot about it and again I was getting drowsy when I was certain I felt Beth's hand actually moving on my thigh. At first I was shocked not sure what to do so I just pretended I was asleep and didn't move. In my mind it was kind of weird but it felt so warm physically. I was surprised at myself that I didn't recoil in awkwardness. Maybe I didn't want to reject her? I'm not sure."

"So you just lay there?"

"I guess I was kind of pretending to be asleep," Lisa replied. "But she just continued stroking my thigh, so softly that initially I wasn't even sure if I was imagining it or not because of my drunkenness. The next thing I knew her hand was between my legs, and I still didn't move, still pretending to be fast asleep. I think I didn't know what to do at that point and I was a little shocked then. But it started to feel really nice after a while and I could feel that I was getting very wet. Without thinking I involuntarily opened my legs. My first thought at that exact moment was one of trepidation; that she now knew I was awake and I felt kind of uneasy as if I had just given in to her efforts or somehow given consent to what was happening. Beth just kept on stroking me through my panties which began to get even wetter."

"I see." Leanne muttered under her breath before also uncrossing her legs and fidgeting on the bed somewhat.

"Yeah it was definitely different," Lisa added looking pleased with herself. "I think in some ways because it just felt so naughty, with the others in the next room as-well as me being so drunk made it kind of exciting. It was my first time with another girl and I'd thought before that night, that I'd like to try it at least once with another girl."

"Was that it?" Leanne enquired while she topped up their glasses. 

Lisa laughed. "I can't believe your enjoying this. Of course there is more. And of course the written version is much better."

"Well if you want to be a writer you must learn to tell the story properly with continuity and this exercise will help immensely even if it is disjointed.

"Oh, of course, well ok," Lisa said, pausing to gather her thoughts before continuing. "Beth had started to play with my tits and nipples which felt fantastic, and then she eventually lifted up my night shirt and pulled my now drenched panties off. I couldn't believe I was going along with it willingly, because I'd lifted my legs to help her remove them and I knew that she knew that I was loving it because of her heavy breathing. The next thing I knew she is licking my pussy tenderly, and it felt incredible. No man had ever performed orally as well as she. I was squirming and compulsively my hands were upon her head pushing it down on me as I began to gyrate my hips in her face. While she licked me ravishingly her hands were groping my tits and caressing my now erect nipples which sent spasms through my whole body. I couldn't help it but I began to moan softly feeling myself about to come after several minutes but I was afraid the others might hear us so I would back off just before I reached that point. It was ok though because she just kept on going, working me back up. She must have licked me for about half an hour before I finally came, and somehow I managed to muffle my moaning into the pillow as her tongue lapped at my throbbing clit. Even then I wasn't sure if we'd been heard."

Lisa paused again to sip her wine.

"Did you do anything to her?" Leanne asked impatiently.

"Well I started to," replied Lisa. "After she had finished on me - after I came - she kissed me deeply with her tongue. I could taste my pussy on her mouth and it felt rather unusual but tasted delicious and sweet. She then gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered softly in my ear that is was ok and that she wouldn't tell any one which I thought was kind of cute. Initially I just lay there kind of in a state of disbelief about what had happened and I wondered if I should return the favour. In some ways because I had loved what she did to me, and in part because I was curious now what it would feel like to do that to her, and that now was my opportunity to explore that side of myself."

"So you did it to her?" 

"Well yes, sort of," Lisa replied looking somewhat flushed. "Even though I kind of felt peculiar, I reached over and began touching her tits, and they felt amazing. They were nice and plump and firm, and hot, and her nipples were already hard. I wanted, or felt like I wanted to suck her nipples. I wanted to do that, I don't know why."

"So was that it?" Leanne asked looking almost disappointed as if she'd thought that was the stories end.

"Well I was tired and still drunk and I think Beth was too," replied Lisa in such way as to almost suggest she was indulging in the power of the story over her listener. "She sort of stopped me and said we should wait till tomorrow and get some sleep. In some ways I felt relieved because I was inexperienced and a little unsure of myself, as-well as uncertain, but just before I drifted off to sleep, I was wondering how I would feel in the morning - if I would feel strange and uncomfortable or even guilty. 

When I did wake up Beth was already awake, getting dressed in front of the mirror, and for a little while I watched her body as I feigned sleep. She had a gorgeous body, her tits were beautiful and full, and appetising, and large, bouncing slightly as she brushed her hair; and compared to mine, she had huge nipples. I then began recalling what had happened the night before, certainly feeling a little guilty and uncomfortable, when she noticed I was awake and said good morning and that it was a beautiful day out side. She didn't even acknowledge the proceedings of the night but carried on as if nothing had happened. I almost wondered if it was a dream as I continued to wake up somewhat hung over, but by the time I was in the shower I knew exactly what had happened wasn't a product of my imagination. And surprisingly I began to feel more at ease with what had happened; excited even, to have tried something new, and so hot, so much so that while I showered I began to frig myself until I came repeatedly, imagining that Beth was again between my legs lapping at my swollen pussy."

"I like the way you tell it, but it certainly needs more work," Leanne said, her face now looking somewhat flushed, and seemingly even turned on. "That's exactly what I was talking about yesterday. Instead of focusing purely on the emotional side of it you must appeal to the readers imagination and use imagery and draw the story out." 

"Well since I did so poorly on my last assignment I have been paying more attention, making more effort, using my own fantasies more, trying to not be so innocent with the language I use. But the written version is obviously much better," Lisa replied as if seeking affirmation.

"This has been your best by far, probably because it was real, but you must expand upon it once you get the theme down. Its important that you learn to not hold back out of some kind of self consciousness. If you write this one down properly, edit your work meticulously, obviously with much more length and detail, it will appeal to a wider audience rather than just your own emotional desires. If the reader needs the emotional link they will find it for themselves, if they identify with the story."

"Oh ok, I try to tell it like it is. I feel comfortable with you, I wouldn't even dare to speak like that to most people. I do confess thought that I just love using the dirty words, I guess I have improved with that a bit too."

"Yes you have," Leanne replied before winking then smiling at Lisa and emptying the last of the wine into both they're glasses.

So there I was with cock in hand, hard, stroking myself, still anxious at my predicament and more so now, feeling like I had pried into both of their lives in a way which was even more personal than simply going through my flat mates closet. The tale as told by Lisa, though brief, had turned me on a great deal. I was so horny I wished I could fuck them both then and there in a variety of ways; kiss them, fuck them, lick them, suck them, make them come and moan in ecstasy. 

Still, I wished to hear the rest of Lisa's story, if there was more. It had painted a pretty picture, and evoked my curiosity to such extent that it made me frustrated to have thus far not had a conclusion.

"So did you and Beth ever do anything else?" Leanne asked as if she had read my mind. 

It seemed in some ways we thought alike. I had known that she taught writing but had no idea that she taught people how to write erotica, and more than that invited her students up to her bedroom to listen to their stories.

"Well that day we went skiing together again," Lisa replied keenly. "We became even better friends. It was like we both knew what had happened but we simply didn't talk about it. When we got back to the lodge that night, the whole group was kind of depressed because the weather report was for blizzards for the next couple of days so we'd all decided it was best that we went home early the next morning. The other three girls wanted to go out and party but I said I was too tired having stayed up so late the night before and opted to stay in. Beth said like wise, which made me a little anxious but also excited."

"Go on," Leanne said enthusiastically.

"The three others had a few drinks with Beth and I over the next hour and then they left in a taxi to the village. Beth and I were again alone, and for a few moments there was an uneasiness between us, again knowing what we had done the night before yet not speaking of it. Beth had a mini skirt on, panty hose, and a black cashmere sweater which clung to her voluptuous tits, and by the look of them occasionally swaying as she moved, were not contained in a bra. She then broke the silence and said that she had enjoyed the trip and that I had made it so. I agreed with her that I had had a lot of fun too, alluding with a wry smile to what we had done, or she had done to me, but still not quite acknowledging it directly. The two of us started to get drunk again, talking about everything but what had occurred the night prior. We listened to music, stoking the fire and slowly but surely got drunker and drunker. We'd even started to dance together in front of the fire. At first at a distance to some techno, but when a certain song came on, closer. So close with arms around each other our tits touched which felt electric, making my nipples stiffen; and I began to feel wet even though we were both giggling a lot - maybe in anticipation."

"Nice," Leanne said, showing apparent increased signs of arousal as she sipped her wine.

"We danced for a while," Lisa continued, "and then Beth suggested that we take a spa. Initially I was a little hesitant but it just felt like a good idea, and besides, we were the only two who had not made use of the spa pool. Eventually we both proceeded to the back of the lodge, through a sliding door, and into the paved spa area with our drinks in hand. Beth then started rolling a joint on a table with some buds she had retrieved from a bag. I watched her, waiting for her to finish that and get in the spa first. I wasn't sure if I should go get into my swim suit so I stood there a little awkwardly. Beth finally finished rolling the joint and without hesitation started to undress. I watched her until she looked up smiling unashamedly as if to ask what I was waiting for. I began to get undressed and continued to watch as Beth removed her sweater unfurling her fantastic tits with somewhat large erect nipples because of the cold. As she removed her black lace panties I noticed that her pussy was shaven and her fleshy lips protruded much more than mine which were smaller and more inconspicuous beneath my non shaven bush." 

"Having undressed rather shyly, and once we were both submerged in the spa, Beth lit up the joint, had a few puffs and passed it to me. I sucked on it fervently and inhaled the thick, pungent sweet smoke before handing it back to Beth. She in turn had a few more puffs and then turned the joint around, and with precision, placed the ash end carefully in her mouth before she sealed her red lips around it, then leaning toward me, blew me a shotgun. Our lips were touching while I inhaled more of the aromatic smoke which had immediately begun to effect me, and at once I could feel a sense of desire begin to grow within."

Leanne looked intently at Lisa as she told the story, fidgeting occasionally as if to pacify a certain itch which seemed to have been created by the story itself. I wasn't sure but it could very well have been that she herself was now wet and wanted to touch herself or even be touched by Lisa, or so I imagined and desired. It didn't matter though, I was mesmerised as I watched and listened from the clutches of the closet slowly stroking my throbbing cock, just maintaining control, imagining that I was present at the lodge too, watching Beth and Lisa building up to another session of lust, but also keenly watching both Lisa and Leanne, and undressing them both simultaneously in my mind. Yet the whole time, despite my lust, I was stricken with a fear that I would be discovered. My ambivalence was peculiar in that it almost began to excite me; the idea of being caught was horrific yet strangely intriguing.




Voyeur Ch. 01



"We finished the joint," Lisa went on, "and started to drink some more, talking for a while, having fun, stoned and drunk, laughing a lot, but almost detached from one another on account of our little secret which we still hadn't spoken of. Then out of the blue Beth asked if I wanted to try something fun. I thought I was sure I knew what she meant and immediately was thrilled, so timidly asked her what. She then surprised me, proceeding to turn on the jets of the spa, and laughing mischievously before turning her back to me and wading to the other side of the spa. It didn't take long for me to realise exactly what she was doing because she would turn her head and look at me laughing while visibly enjoying the entertainment. I wasn't quite sure if I should follow suit but was fascinated so after some hesitation tentatively positioned myself beside Beth and clumsily fumbled under the water with my hands to find a water jet to position myself against. As I giggled and clumsily found a jet I was reluctant at first but Beth insisted I try it also warning I be careful to not let the water go up inside me. Beth herself continued to giggle, her face becoming red as her tits jiggled up and down on the surface of the water with her uninhibited gyrating movements.

"I warily moved myself in front of the jet which projected a stream of water onto my clit. To begin with the sensation was far too intense and I withdrew a little, but eventually with appropriate adjustment it began to feel wonderful and Beth was obviously working herself into a frenzy. For a few minutes I was self conscious, questioning if what we were doing was too weird, but it started to feel so good, and we were both now so at ease with each other; it didn't seem to matter if it was bizarre, it was just so much fun and mind blowing that we were both masturbating together and not caring if the means were unusual. I could tell Beth had done this before. She was thrusting backwards and forwards against her own jet stream of water and began to pant heavily letting out the occasional sigh, rolling her eyes back, arching her back, fondling her breasts and squeezing her erect nipples between her fingers as if I wasn't even there. I began to do like wise and could feel my clit was throbbing like never before, pulsating and almost stinging at the same time. It was also as if the sight of Beth's activity merely turned me on more, and I too began to moan, if less vocally, and pant and thrust and gyrate as if I were actually fucking someone or something. With shortness of breathe, I was biting my bottom lip, feeling myself getting close, engaged in a mania of lust as I worked my clit against the stream of water which felt like some sort of dynamic cock even if at times I imagined Beth licking my cunt vigorously."

"With a few more thrusts of my hips I started to come and withdrew somewhat to minimise the now overwhelming sensations which resonated through my entire body, which itself began to mildly spasm and shake and almost convulse as I rode that wave of exquisite energy evoking a few quiet whispered words to myself of, 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, ah fuck ah fuck,' under my breathe while slouching down on the side of the spa, until inevitably, regaining my composure and with a few more sighs of almost suspended disbelief at what had just happened, slunk back to the other side of the spa."

"I grabbed my drink and swallowed it down as I watched Beth continue to fuck the jet forcefully as if she was still oblivious to my presence. She had started to moan more loudly, and periodically I could tell she would hold her breathe, for she'd go quiet for a time and then let out a big exhale before she started to almost hyperventilate, then again inhaling and holding her breathe. It was as though the holding of her breathe had a rhythm to it which increased in tempo the longer she went on, until finally she held her breath for an extended period, then her vividly flushed face grimaced and she let out a muffled scream and rather vocally began to sigh over and over, 'Ohhhhh...oh.....oh....ohhhhh...ohhhhh,' until she too was spent, almost collapsing onto the side of the spa pool looking somewhat flustered and faint."

"Wow," Leanne exclaimed breathlessly looking rather flushed herself, smiling too, possibly on the edge of a thought of giggling at Lisa's re-composed acted sighs but also appearing impressed.

I was also somewhat turned on in my lair, more so because I knew we had a spa next to the pool and I began to imagine the two of them replicating the act just described.

"So what did you think?" Lisa enquired appearing flustered.

"It was very good but definitely needs some work," Leanne replied seeming semi satisfied.

"But was it half decent?" Lisa asked appearing to be seeking support.

"It was different," Leanne replied before giggling and nodding affirmativly.

"Ah ok," Lisa said smiling widely. "It had some effect on you then?"

"Yes a little." Leanne replied before grinning and looking somewhat self conscious. "But what happened after that, did you do anything else?"

"Well yeah," Lisa replied naughtily. "We stayed in the spa for a while longer drinking and smoking before we heard the others get back earlier than we'd anticipated, so we quickly got out and scurried back to our room to get dressed. I guess we stayed up with the others for a couple more hours listening to music before every one became even more drunk and then we all headed off to bed. Again it was Beth and I laying side by side, feeling the anticipation building. I was at that point completely surprised at myself for what we had done in the spa. On the one hand it was so satisfying, and bizarre, and had turned me on so much I felt like I had discovered something special secret even if I was still unsure about how I felt about it all. Aside from that, laying so close to Beth thrilled me and I just knew something was going to happen."

"And?"

"Well, like the previous night we lay there in darkness for what seemed like forever. So many thoughts were racing through my head, but one thing was for certain, I was soaking wet. I wanted to touch myself at that point, but held back and instead sheepishly and awkwardly, reached over and began to touch Beth's tits through her night shirt. I could feel her nipples growing erect and it felt so hot and naughty. Just massaging her beautiful tits and feeling her large nipples beginning to swell was electrifying. Hers were the first tits I had ever touched other than my own and it was incredible. In a few minutes I couldn't resist any longer and began to lift her night shirt up. Beth obliged by sitting up and removing it completely before laying back down again. Immediately I began to suck and lick her hard nipples which made Beth wriggle, squirm and sigh. I couldn't believe how good it felt just to be massaging her breasts and sucking her nipples; I must have continued doing that for about fifteen minutes and I could hear Beth moaning and breathing heavily as she stroked my hair softly." 

"By this time I began to desire to taste her and make her come but I was still a little unsure of myself, so while I continued to suck her nipples I moved my hand down to her inner thighs and started to gently stroke them and could tell she was eager because she started to spread her legs and arch her hips in anticipation of me reaching her sex. I'm not sure why I did it, but instead of going straight in I began to almost tease her and draw it out, moving closer to her pussy and then just when I was about to feel her moist mound I would withdraw my hand and continue softly stroking her inner thighs while continuing to lick and suck her hardened nipples even more passionately. This seemed to make Beth breathe and moan in a way which was almost desperate, and for some reason that turned me on more; maybe a sense of power? I could feel I was practically dripping myself but it was like I was in control of her pleasure and that evoked some odd feeling of dominance and control in me. So just when it got to the point where I felt as if I was rather, ironically, almost torturing Beth by my hesitation, I eventually started to move my hand onto her swollen, shaven crotch, gently at first, and then more firmly. It was so hot as to be flaming, and slowly I began feel how wet she was as I moved my fingers between her fleshy, juicy lips."

"Beth then started to move her hips up and down against my fingers to effect further relief of the tension that had obviously built up within her, while I continued to suckle her nipples and caress her breasts. She was dripping wet, her whole quim was drenched with her lust as were my fingers soaked with her essence. Slowly and softly I began to caress her clit which I could feel growing beneath my silky touch making Beth squirm ever more acutely. Now I wanted to taste her and make her writhe in ecstasy as she'd done to me the night before, so I slowly began moving down her body kissing her softly on her navel and inner thighs as I did so, until I realised the moment of my destination and began to lash out at her juicy pussy with my tongue, flicking and lightly sucking and kissing her clit which had swelled and seemed to throb under my probing tongue. Beth at once began to moan and breathe heavily; panting but also endeavouring to quieten her sighs. Both her hands were now upon my head brushing my hair from my face so as to make my action more effortless but also pushing down on my head occasionally to guide me and encourage me while I tasted her sweet, hot, delectable pussy."

"I'm not sure what provoked it within me, but before I had consciously willed it I had inserted two fingers into her drenched snatch and began to vigorously fuck Beth with them as I continued to lick and suck her clit. It was as if I were oddly possessed , thrusting my fingers into her as if they were a phallus, which was mine. Beth was meeting my thrusts eagerly and seemed to take even more pleasure than before, for soon she began to buck wildly, gyrating her hips and letting out muffled whimpers which began to take on a rhythmic tone like she had before in the spa. As she'd done prior in the spa she had begun to tense up then hold her breath for several seconds before letting out a sigh and taking a few more deep breaths before again holding her breath while I continued to lick and finger fuck her succulent quim. I could sense she was getting close to coming and just kept on eating her, ravishing her delicious cunt which felt so hot and almost seemed to quiver, creating shivers over her entire body as she contorted and continued to thrust back at my soaked fingers."

"Beth seemed to gasp and then took one final deep breath and held it before her hips rose upward forcefully against my face and remained in that position as her whole body started to shake and tremble recurrently for several seconds before she collapsed and began to moan and writhe on the bed in ecstatic delight for some moments further, when finally she let out one final sigh and remained almost motionless but for her deep breathes which slowly returned to normal. I just lay there next to Beth amazed at what has just occurred and what I had just done. It was a feeling of joy as-well as some sort of accomplishment, yet reserved detachment almost. I'd never thought I was capable of such a lewd act with another girl and that I had just done it, and loved every moment of it was something completely foreign, yet exotic and erotic. And more than that, that she had so obviously been so satisfied evoked a feeling of absolute satisfaction within me."

"We lay there in the darkness together for some minutes in silence when Beth having recovered, moved toward me and began to kiss me softly at first and then passionately. It was initially unusual because up to that point we hadn't even kissed at all, and again this was completely new and exciting, feeling her tongue in my mouth as my own tongue met hers and we began a dance of tongues, tasting and devouring. It felt exquisite and electric; so much so that it was if I was floating outside of time and space, drifting somewhere beyond the realms of the physical manifestations of reality despite the fact that our physical contact had made it so."

"That's much better," Leanne said looking without doubt turned on. "You got into a flow there and seemed to lose yourself in the story, it certainly had an effect on me though there were some elements of romanticism."

I was like wise turned on and my cock throbbed and ached and begged for release, and if I wasn't very careful I would forthwith release a torrent of cum all over the closet door. I wanted to cum so badly but had no choice but to contain that explosive potential and simply indulge in the sight of both Leanne and Lisa. Then again, I began to dwell on the warped situation I was in which sobered me up. While I was observing and listening to this most arousing state of affairs, it was tainted by the fear I felt at being caught in such an uncompromising position. I'd be one moment stroking my shaft feeling incredible and then the next, waking up to myself, feeling absolute dread, and my erection would dwindle. Then after a while I again began to wonder if my predicament was turning me on even more before I lost myself in the proceedings once more.

"So go on then," Leanne said impatiently while gazing at Lisa who seemed to be conjuring the right words before continuing.

"Well, before I had a moment to consider any thoughts Beth's hands were upon me. She pulled up my shirt and I obliged by lifting it over my head before laying down again awaiting her lust desperately. She grasped at my tits and began to lick my nipples till they were hard which made me even wetter. I could feel my clit pulsate and throb and wanted her to quench the fire below with her tongue, and mouth, but she just kept on sucking and licking my nipples and squeezing my breasts more intensely, periodically kissing me deeply, thrusting her tongue into my welcoming mouth which sucked her tongue feverishly, tasting her inquisitive deliciousness in return. This continued for some time before eventually I began feel my cunt dripping and my clit pounding for attention. I started to move my hips upward involuntarily, breathing heavily, desperate for relief. I think Beth could sense my desperation and longing having built me up, so she gradually moved down my body caressing it with her tongue, softly stroking my inner thighs as I'd done to her, teasing me almost, making me squirm in anticipation, evoking a sense within me of absolute aching and hunger, even if it was she who would consume."

"Finally she reached my hot soaking pussy between my widely spread legs and began to lap at it with her tongue, tasting me, but still temporarily neglecting my throbbing clit which felt like it could almost detonate such was the energy which had built up within it. When Beth did eventually start to flick her tongue over my clit and inner labia lips it made me shudder and tremble. It was absolutely divine. I let out some sighs of relief as she parted my engorged lips with her fingers and in earnest began to suck on my clit tenderly with her hot mouth before again using her tongue to lick it eagerly. I began to arch my hips and thrust upwards into Beth's face, which I could tell, despite the relative darkness, was covered with my wetness already, for I could feel her whole face practically slipping and sliding between the lips of my burning pussy. Beth then slowly eased a finger into my dripping snatch and began working it in and out while continuing to ravish me with her tongue. I was squeezing my own nipples and fondling my tits as she did so which just added to the intensity. Then Beth inserted two fingers and began to fuck me with them, at first slowly, but then more rapidly going as deep as she could, making me recoil slightly at first, before I again relaxed as the sensations on my clit overwhelmed me further, and my pussy became wider and more accommodating to Beth's more masculine performance." 

"She didn't stop there and I was a little apprehensive as I felt her inserting what felt like three or even four fingers into my flaming cunt. At first there was some resistance as my pussy tightened around her probing fingers but as Beth continued to work on my clit with her tongue and because I was so wet she eased them in even if it was accompanied by a faint burning sensation. And strangely, at that point I began to squeeze my nipples harder so they hurt a little. I'm not sure why I did that, maybe it felt good in strange sort of way, kinky, or I was just trying to distract myself somehow."

"Next she stopped thrusting so vigorously and merely pushed her fingers in as far as they would go, groping inside of me for a few minutes while she sucked my pounding clit, making it grow and swell. It felt like my whole pussy was on fire, so filled up and spread as wide as it had ever been before. Yet after only a short time my cunt was again fully relaxed around Beth's fingers and she moved them in and out slowly, but not withdrawing them very far, instead penetrating me deeply and now easily with my persistent wetness. I could feel I was getting close to coming since my whole body was shaking and Beth's action on my clit was becoming more rapid making me moan and thrusting back immensely at Beth's fingers which were now buried deep in my open, willing, and hungry cunt."

"Beth obviously sensed I was about to come and ceased licking my clit immediately, but left her fingers inside me making me sigh and moving my hips in earnest as if to say, 'No, don't stop!' I was almost there and she'd paused as I remained on the wave on ecstasy which had captivated me. But only for a moment or two did she hesitate, for the next thing I knew, Beth, using a wet finger with her other hand, began to massage my asshole. I suddenly froze and felt almost repulsed, and reluctant, unsure, yet unwilling or unable to refuse and also knowing that I'd used the toilet and showered earlier so would be relatively clean. Since I'd acquiesced I began to relax, and slowly and gently she inserted her finger into my ass. This new sensation again merely added to the delightful spasms of orgasmic energy permeating my body as she continued to suck on my rigid, hardened clit while continually moving her other fingers within my drenched, swollen pussy." 

"My asshole was obviously also wet from my juices which had dripped down from my inflamed quim. I was surprised how effortlessly Beth had inserted her whole finger as she began to probe me anally. It felt foreign and odd at first but as I relaxed further, it merely added to the frenzy of lewd licentiousness and debauchery which had over come me."

"It seemed like the position Beth was in was uncomfortable trying to use both her hands while licking and sucking my throbbing clit but she just carried on seemingly highly aroused herself since she was practically panting and lapping at me like a dog. I suddenly became aware that Beth was now inserting two fingers into my asshole, and there was some more resistance at first, and a hint of discomfort. Again I slowly relaxed and felt totally filled up as her other two fingers in my pussy continued to move within me with ease, and ever more rapidly. It felt fantastic despite the increasing vigour with which Beth now finger fucked me in both orifices. At times when Beth began frigging me very hard I felt both pleasure and pain and was unable to distinguish which it was. I know it was making me moan desperately into the pillow to muffle my increasing whimpers. In some ways I felt like Beth was going to do with me as she pleased, and all I could do was endure her lust like I was her captive. It was like I was on the perfect edge of pleasure and pain. One moment I wanted her to stop and the next I didn't ever want her to stop." 




Voyeur Ch. 01



"Then it was like my cunt and asshole had merged and become one. It was just one overpowering throbbing which pulsated through my whole body making me quiver and squirm as if an animal within the clutches of its prey; yet I was a willing captive. I simply could not, through these new sensations, the totality of it, differentiate between my pussy or asshole. It was just one overwhelming feeling of being consumed. Beth obviously grew more uncomfortable using fingers on both hands to fuck me even more rapidly, because she removed her fingers from my engorged pussy and with the other hand from my asshole. With one hand she then inserted two fingers in my pussy and two in my ass and began to finger fuck me harder and harder while still ravishing my burning clit and swollen lips with her delectable mouth and tongue; while with her other hand began frigging herself rapidly."

"I knew I was going to come and my clit felt like it would explode under her lashing tongue. And with her now aggressively fucking both my cunt and asshole hard and fast, I started to spend hard, letting out a muted scream, and involuntarily a small stream of urine over Beth's hands and face as my whole body began to shudder and twinge uncontrollably, shaking and releasing, relinquishing the essence of my lust. I'd come like I'd never come before and I just curled up into the foetal position rocking gently, astonished at the spasms which reverberated from my sex over my whole body, while Beth continued to frig herself until she too came and then collapsed beside me."

"When I recovered from this mammoth orgasm, my face covered in sweat, I breathed heavily, still over come with orgasmic resonance through my body. It must have been several minutes before I gathered my thoughts and my breathing subsided to normal. Beth leaned over and kissed my lightly and tenderly on the lips and then my forehead before whispering in my ear that she hoped I enjoyed it. I had certainly enjoyed it, but it was also very overwhelming. I reached over toward Beth and kissed her deeply on the lips as a token of my gratitude and said good night before falling into a deep sleep." 

"Well that was much better, much better," Leanne said looking rather excited and surprised, stunned even, before she slowly got up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. "Come on lets go for a swim," she called out from within it. 

"Sounds good, I think I need cooling down now," Lisa replied as she too rose from the bed while stealing a glance at herself in the mirror.

"That's funny," Leanne said popping her head out of the bathroom door way looking perplexed. "I could have sworn I put a clean towel in here this morning and its gone."

Shock was the only thing I felt then, expecting Leanne to come to the closet and open the door discovering me while looking for a towel. Worse than that was that near the end of Lisa's story I had unexpectedly, yet somehow quietly cum, spurting most of it in the towel, but also missing and no doubt getting some god knows where else.

When Leanne said, "Fuck it, come on," before leaving the room with Lisa following, the relief I felt was sweet salvation and I listened as they went down stairs until I could hear them frolicking on the deck outside by the pool.

Without a moments hesitation I rose from the floor, opened the doors of the closet, turned with towel in hand and began to wipe up any strains I had deposited and then quickly closed the doors before tip toeing out of Leanne's bedroom and sneaking into my own bedroom across the hall way. As soon as I was there I began plotting my next move. 'Should I stay in here?' I thought. 'Or should I go down stairs and announce my presence?' I asked myself still anxious at having to possibly explain I had earlier removed the towel from Leanne's room. After some contemplation I'd finally decided the best approach was just to go down and let them know I was there. I wasn't going to stay in my room for what could have been hours pretending to not be home, so I put on some swimming shorts and with the towel went to join them by the pool.

By the time I got down the stairs I spied a glance out of a window undetected and could see the both of them topless, sitting together with they're legs draped over the side of the pool. 'Jesus Christ!' I thought to myself not believing my luck as I feasted my eyes on two fantastic pairs of breasts, still managing to remain aloof to them both. I'd quickly determined that my best approach would be to quickly walk out the door and take them by surprise so I could get a better look at their beautiful tits before they covered up.

So I did just that, opening and exiting the side door to the pool area startling them both. For they both, while quickly covering they're breasts with they're hands turned around to face me as I greeted them and Leanne having ascertained it was I, uncovered herself as if she couldn't care less, followed by Lisa coyly doing the same.

"Hi, I thought I heard something," I said bluffing as best I could. "I thought you'd be at work Leanne?" I asked quickly trying to focus attention on her answering my query so she'd perhaps not be distracted by her half nakedness before me which I gazed upon in such way as to not arouse any suspicions within her that I was doing so.

"Oh hi Mike," she replied without a hint of self consciousness, "how come your not at work?" she asked.

"Oh I was on my way there and I got a call from Tim who said the boss had given everyone the day off".

"Nice one. But where's your car?" Leanne asked looking somewhat baffled.

"Ah, well I was just about here, down Oak street, and it broke down so I walked. Which reminds me, I better call a tow truck later."

"Oh right," Leanne replied in such was as to indicate with her eyes that she knew I had her towel with me and if to suggest she wondered why I had gone into her room.

"I was going to have a swim myself but fell asleep," I went on. "I hope you don't mind Leanne but I borrowed your towel because I couldn't find a dry one," I said confidently lying.

"No that's fine Mike," Leanne replied looking satisfied with my explanation.

"Hey Mike," Leanne said before turning to Lisa, "this is my friend Lisa, Lisa this is Mike".

"Hello nice to meet you," I said looking deeply into Lisa's stunning blue eyes.

"Hi Mike, nice to meet you too, Leanne has told me a lot about you."

"I hope not all bad," I replied before smiling and stealing a glace at Lisa's fantastic tits.

"You feel like a drink Mike?" Leanne asked me as she rose and began to walk toward the entrance to the kitchen.

"Yeah sure," I replied feeling at ease with the way I had handled the initial deception and also thrilled that I was in the company of two exceedingly gorgeous ladies who were perfectly at ease with me being in they're presence as they casually displayed they're voluptuous breasts for my hungry if but discreet eyes.

"So are you a student of Leanne's," I asked Lisa before immediately realising I had jumped the gun and perhaps unwittingly let on that I knew she was a student of Leanne's.

"Yeah," came the reply. "She's really helped me develop my skills as a writer and we've become good friends through our mutual interest. But I am just a beginner. Still finding my feet."

"Writing? What sort of writing?" I asked mischievously.

"Yeah, bit of this and bits of that," Lisa replied shyly hinting through her body language that she'd perhaps not be pressed further on the subject area which I knew, but of which she was oblivious to my knowledge of.

"Here you go guy's," Leanne said once she returned with drinks in hand before handing Lisa and I a glass each filled with a dark effervescent liquid.

"Thanks," I replied gratefully as did Lisa while we took our vessels and then began sampling the beverage.

"Black Russians," Leanne added as if to banish what may have been a question next from either Lisa or myself.

"Nice, my favourite," Lisa said while stirring the ice in her glass with her fore finger before licking it seductively and smiling toward Leanne.

"Maybe we should get in the Spa pool," Leanne said jokingly to Lisa before they both started to giggle, no doubt thinking between themselves that it was only they who were privy to the jokes reference point not knowing I knew exactly what they were referring to, so I smiled too.

So there I found myself, in what had started to be a very drab day, had turned into a very exciting one, but more than that, one which was to take many twists and turns along the way, a day which would change my life forever. 

The three of us continued to drink, frolicking in the pool to quench ourselves from the heat of the day, and me relishing the site of they're exquisitely sculptured bodies as they swam or lounged on deck chairs in they're respective white panties, which when wet gave me glimpses of their curvaceous mounds beneath, and a hint of succulent lips which made me hard, necessitating occasionally that I lay on my stomach if I wasn't in the pool. 

Before long we were all rather drunk, laughing loudly, listening to music, the girls dancing occasionally and me delighted to have been so lucky as to have had my best day off work ever. Initially the subject of sex was not breached but it seemed inevitable it would come up since the girls were getting frisky with reddened cheeks and upper chest area along with suggestive songs which Leanne had begun to play on the CD player. 

Unmistakable desire was present in both of they're eyes which I would catch glaring into mine just a little more deeply and for slightly longer than would be typical; it was indication enough to me that they now lusted; for they would look away as if they knew I could read their minds, but unconsciously perhaps, they'd both return they're eyes to mine as if unable to look away for too long. And with that knowing, I felt exhilarated that both of them seemed to desire me. In any event, my fantasy of that thought was thrilling and I felt emboldened and extremely horny. As the day went on, and as evening approached, I was sure I was going to have one, or both of them together.

"So do you wanna get in the spa pool? Leanne asked us both but looking toward Lisa who simply smiled widely indicating she was game.

"That's an excellent idea," I replied smiling, wishing to encourage some more enthusiasm from them both even though it probably wasn't required while I imagined them playing the same game Lisa and Beth had played at the lodge in Lisa's story.

Having all entered the spa pool with drinks in hand we were all now bumping up against one another, effectively flirting physically, tempting fate; for I'd occasionally brush up against either of they're breasts and get a momentary thrill, imagining myself reaching out and grasping both of these nymphettes, groping their breasts and sucking they're nipples ravenously.

Leanne seeming the more daring of the two put the water jets of the spa pool on which made me chuckle to myself but not so much as to arouse suspicion. Then she paused for a few moments until she'd perhaps thought attention had moved away from her knowledge of what was to ensue, and then casually turned away from Lisa and I and tried to make it appear she was just leaning on the edge of the spa while she sipped her drink. Lisa knew other wise, and as before, and unbeknownst to them both, I knew as-well, and I could also see Lisa trying her best hold back her knowing smile while Leanne preoccupied herself with her not so covert activity below the water line.

"So do you have a girlfriend Mike?" Lisa asked almost indifferent to Leanne's play but perhaps seeking to misdirect my attention.

"Uh, no not at the moment, I've been single for a while now," I replied.

'Ah, that's good to hear," Lisa replied mischievously which added to my excitement. "You?" I asked.

"Nah I broke up with my last boyfriend a while back," Lisa replied before gulping down some more of her Black Russian as her tits floated freely exposing her nipples above the surface of the water.

"So hows single life?" I asked making small talk feeling slightly awkward and still stealing glances toward Leanne who seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Well its better than just being with the bastard I was with before," Lisa replied amusedly.

Leanne was obviously listening intently. She turned around and appeared highly aroused since her cheeks were even more deeply flushed than before and she spoke as if she was slightly breathless.

"So Mike..." Leanne said directly while peering into my eyes without even a hint of bashfulness, but slightly slurring her speech as the alcohol had begun to effect her more acutely, "since we're all getting to know each other a bit better," she continued before laughing to herself and then proceeding further, "do you want to share any fantasies that you have with Lisa and me?"

I was somewhat taken by surprise at her forwardness but despite the directness of her question, and probably also because I was also getting drunk replied without hesitation, "Oh I have lots of fantasies," before I swallowed some more of my drink sheepishly, immediately wishing I had replied more confidently.

"Oh I suppose you'd like to see two women together?" Leanne said suggestively, obviously excited by her curiosity and without the least bit of reservation.

"Yeah well of course" I said while involuntarily conjuring images of Leanne and Lisa eating each other.

"Well all men want to see two women together don't they?" Lisa asked as if she already knew the answer.

"I guess that's true with most men, and I am no exception," I replied more excitedly, "but not all."

"Yeah but what's your favourite fantasy?" Lisa asked me, now appearing more excited by my answers.

"Well, I guess, seeing two women together," I replied before we all erupted in laughter.

Leanne was listening but then turned her back to us again, still preoccupied beneath the surface of the water and I could tell she was very horny just by looking at her scarlet cheeks. I kept telling myself that its not every day that such a situation had fallen into my lap, and that I should do my best to mould it toward my own desire or I would forever regret it and punish myself for not doing so.

With that and with bolstered drunken confidence I just endeavoured to keep the subject alive.

"At this point in time," I said, "I'd like nothing better than to see you two kissing each other."

Leanne turned around to face Lisa and I again, smiling coyly while licking her bottom lip. The moment was fascinating despite its momentary nature, for I just knew immediately that my wish would be fulfilled. My cock was again throbbing under the turbulent water and I toyed with it yearning to see the two of them kissing and hopefully much more. It was like I was in an adult theme park at that point and I felt euphoric and energised. Lisa smiled back at Leanne like wise indicating she was certainly open to the idea of kissing Leanne. Me merely seeing Lisa's willingness to satisfy my request was highly stimulating and the anticipation was killing me.

Slowly Leanne waded across toward Lisa and they both giggled shyly to one another, as if the humour of the moment would extinguish any feelings of anxiety. Regardless, both of them were reasonably drunk and the lust in they're eyes was apparent even if it seemed to me they were merely putting on a show for my benefit primarily. Either way, I didn't mind in the least.

Without drawing out the suspense Leanne embraced Lisa and began to kiss her softly at first and then more passionately. Lisa whom was initially slightly hesitant, relinquished her initial uncertainty, or what I perceived to be ambivalence, and began to kiss Leanne back delightfully. They're tongues probed and tasted each other with their eyes closed as they're lips mingled and squished together while I just sat back mesmerised, highly aroused; for my cock throbbed and I wished I could join them. For a moment or two, watching them play, I almost felt left out but reminded myself that as an observer there was nothing quite so exquisitely beautiful as seeing two exceptional specimens of the female form indulging in one another, and so uninhibitedly; it was nothing short of bliss.

Leanne then pulled back and glanced down at Lisa's breasts before giggling, and then looking back into Lisa's eyes as if to seek permission to do what she wanted to do next. Lisa herself also started to giggle and with that Leanne lowered her head and with her hands began to fondle Lisa's breasts which made Lisa recoil slightly, perhaps in anticipation, for next Leanne began to lick and suck Lisa's nipples. Lisa began to fidget and sigh, then she glanced toward me with ravenous eyes as if she wished it were I who was sucking her nipples and groping her delightful tits.

The sight of them both was making it difficult for me to contain my lust, and with the sight of Leanne's firm rump facing me I desired to simply place my hands upon her, remove her panties, or even rip them off, and proceed to insert my hardened shaft deep within her and then fuck her while she continued to indulge herself with Lisa.

It seemed I was just on the verge of doing just that when Leanne looked up at Lisa and seeing a look of indifference perhaps, withdrew from her and slunk back to the other side of the spa. Both of them were smiling but appeared somewhat flustered as if out of breathe. It was at that moment like the mood had changed in an instant. I wasn't sure what exactly had brought that about, but for what seemed like an eternity there was silence between us, and coincidently the music had stopped playing. Somehow it was as if we had all peaked at that moment.

We continued to talk amongst ourselves for about ten minutes, drinking more and discussing music and people and places as if to quell the moment prior. It seemed as though my chances of satisfying my lust toward them was lost and yet I was half satisfied with the proceedings especially as I pondered my earlier peculiar voyeurism in the closet and how fortunately I had not been discovered which would have made the day awe-full. Any reservations I had about having missed the moment were put to rest when shortly thereafter Lisa started to look pale, having smoked a joint, and she abruptly rose out of the spa and headed for the house stumbling as she went, with Leanne following shortly behind. 

One moment I was thrust into such a magnificent show and then in the very next moment I was left almost wondering if what had occurred really had as I sat motionless in the spa alone, my erection having quickly subsided, the alcohol also beginning to get the better of me. But mostly I was somewhat disappointed things had not progressed to a more satisfactory conclusion.

Still I continued drinking and pondered the proceedings, smiling, and occasionally reflecting on the bizarre episode in the closet which unsettled me somewhat. It all seemed so surreal to me. Never before had I found myself in such an unusual set of circumstances; it just didn't seem real, yet I knew it was, and as such was exhilarating but still accompanied by an ambiguous disgust of my earlier actions in the closet.

Within ten minutes alone with my thoughts Leanne came out of the house dressed in a bath robe and having knelt down beside me and exposing ample cleavage with a flash of her nipples, told me that Lisa had just been sick and was having a shower to sober up.

"I've called her a taxi," Leanne said soberly, "she's usually the last one to go down, she just spun out."

"Oh, I hope she's alright," I replied unsure exactly what to say.

"She'll be ok," Leanne said as if to reassure me.

"Yeah," I replied resolved to stop drinking myself lest I too spin out.

"I'm going to cook something to eat, do you want to join me?" Leanne asked seeming somewhat sobered up.




Voyeur Ch. 01



"Well actually I'm famished," I said, "that would be fantastic".

"Ok it'll be ready in about half an hour or so."

"Thanks," I said before I watched Leanne disappear back into the house.

Since the sun had set and darkness had come I got out of the spa and with towel wrapped around my waist proceeded back into the house and up to my room before taking a long hot shower. By the time I had finished I felt refreshed and having dressed joined Leanne in the kitchen who was now wearing a long dress and white buttoned shirt.

"Oh that looks fantastic," I said as I feasted my eyes on what was obviously a delicious looking meal of Chinese stir fry.

"Its not much, didn't take long," Leanne replied modestly even though she was an exceptional cook.

"Hows Lisa?" I asked

"Ah she'll be fine, she just left," Leanne replied as she started to dish up the food.

So the two of us sat down and started eating heartily. At first we didn't speak as we both satisfied our appetites, no doubt exacerbated by our drinking. And while we did ate I unexpectedly found myself feeling increasingly guilty about what I had done, in finding myself in her closet, watching and listening to both Leanne and Lisa. I knew it wasn't something I planned, or wished to have happened, but that I had been actually masturbating while Lisa told her tale just made me feel sick to the stomach. I may have found myself in a strange situation which at the time seemed out of my control, but that I actually began to fondle myself and actually climaxed just seemed so repulsive even though at the time I was fluctuating between disgust in myself and lascivious lust. The conflicts in my mind regarding this were such that I simply could not reconcile what I had done, and so I began to feel nauseous, unable to finish my meal. Then that in itself just made me feel even more twisted in apparently rejecting Leanne's fine cooking.

Leanne ever the more observant seemed to sense my uneasiness and reassuring me said that it was ok if I didn't want to finish it since she felt rather sickly herself, and even went further than that and stopped eating her own meal before rising and asking if I'd like a coffee.

"That would be fantastic," I said. "That was delicious," I continued referring to the meal, "its just that I think I had too much to drink."

"Yeah me too," Leanne replied while filling the kettle with water and preparing two mugs. "At least you didn't end up like Lisa," she said before smiling.

"Was she ok?"

"Yeah she had a cold shower, she thinks it was probably some red wine her and I were drinking earlier."

"Oh right," I replied again knowing exactly what red wine she referred to, yet again reminded of my little secret.

We exchanged small talk as the kettle boiled and was subsequently poured into mugs. All the while I was anxious about my prior indiscretion, though I was not exactly sure why. After all, I could easily forget it and just put it down to a strange twist of fate if but with some semblance of conscious willingness.

"Here you go," Leanne said warmly as she handed me a mug of steaming coffee.

"Thanks."

Again for a few moments we sat in silence at the table as we sipped our coffee's. Leanne had really grown on me that day. She was so kind and hospitable which just made me battle myself internally even more about how wrong it was that I had breached her trust in what now seemed to me to be a most despicable way.

Having preoccupied myself with those thoughts for a few minutes I just simply decided I would tell her, what ever my fate. For some odd reason I felt compelled to do so. It wouldn't matter if she became angry and wanted me to leave, I just knew I had to get it off my chest or I would forever feel guilty when I looked at her, or Lisa for that matter whom I'd also taken a liking to. It felt to me as though if I didn't confess to Leanne I would never respect her. At least I knew since she was a writer of erotica that she was open minded and there was a chance she would understand or forgive me.

Strangely it was as if Leanne had read my mind, for at that very instant she asked me if something was on my mind and that it looked like something was bothering me. That almost made it easier but shocked me in recognising her powers of intuition and I began to wonder if she already knew somehow.

"Well," I began almost stuttering, "there is something that is bothering me a great deal and I feel that I must tell you other wise I will be forever, uneasy or...or..."

Leanne looked puzzled as I paused, yet curious and excited, and my heart began to pound as I conjured images of her lashing out at me either verbally, physically, or both.

"Go on Mike," she said, "there's not much which shocks me."

So with that, as best I could I explained the whole process by which I came to find myself in her closet, as a voyeur, ashamed, yet aroused and unable to contain my lust. While I told the story Leanne just listened intently, and about half way through I could see that her eyes had lit up and conveyed a sense of understanding, and even amusement. Or so I perceived, or wished.

"Its ok if you want me to leave Leanne," I went on, "you've been so kind to me and I just feel like total shit for having done what I did."

"Wow," Leanne replied characteristically, "gosh, you have been a naughty boy haven't you?"

I just sat there silently unsure what her final reaction would be, awaiting some closure, at least feeling somewhat relieved that she hadn't yet slapped me across the face and launched herself into a rage. In fact she was not at all apparently put out or surprised.

"Listen Mike," she went on, "I understand and I am not at all pissed off." "I'm glad you told me though. I can fully understand how you must feel and it took a lot of guts for you to admit it. Its no big deal really. You didn't plan it, and as far as you enjoying it, well you were there, you may as-well have just made the most of a tricky situation. I can tell you I'm no angel and I've had my fair share of odd encounters shall we say."

I felt then like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. If I was taken with Leanne before, now I was enchanted by her and spellbound almost; her reaction was enigmatic to me, yet she just seemed so casual about it, so understanding and even mildly aroused even.

"So you've seen my porn collection then huh?' she asked grinning.

"Well yeah I saw some of it, but I my attention was mainly on you and Lisa so I didn't really look too hard, I was only in the closet for a few minutes before you came home."

"Ah, I see, well I'll let you look at it all sometime. I don't personally like porn too much but I do use it as a study aid with my students and some of my other clients like to watch it."

"Your clients?" I asked somewhat perplexed and curious.

"Well Mike, we all have secrets and I am no exception. Since you told me what you did, I may as-well tell you what I really do. I've been meaning to say something but just hadn't got round to it yet. I was unsure how you'd react as-well."

I sat there again captivated, enamoured and intrigued by her, awaiting her next move. The anticipation was just as it had been as I sat listening to Lisa recite her story as I sat in the closet.

"I thought you taught at that, you know writing thing." I said unable to hold my tongue.

"Yes I do that part time, I have only been doing it myself for a couple of years. I have had published a few books but to be honest it doesn't interest me that much."

Now I was even more excited. It was as if she was full of surprises and I couldn't help but begin to perspire somewhat awaiting her next words eagerly.

"Well Mike" she continued, "I have a secret too, and I may as-well tell you since your bound to find out sooner or later. You know how when you wake up to go to work I've already left. Well I go to the writing school, that's true, but that's only for a couple of hours. I don't make much money from that. When I say I have clients, I see a few men back here during the day while you're at work."

"So you get paid to service them?" I asked straight forwardly hoping to set her mind at ease, for she looked for the first time almost self conscious or concerned how I myself might react.

"That is exactly what I do Mike. Does that concern you?"

"No no, that's fine, it doesn't bother me at all," I replied reassuringly unsure exactly what I felt about it.

"I only have three clients, regulars I suppose you might say. They are decent men and all married. I just give them what they want and they give me financial rewards. I guess we're all happy with the arrangement."

I sat there once again spell bound. Leanne was such a beautiful women it was hard for me to imagine that she was a working girl. And yet it all began to make sense now, the porn, and the outfits of latex and leather.

"Do you mind if I ask you how much they pay you?" I asked perhaps being disrespectful.

"No not at all. It depends on the client, but I get two hundred an hour, and I typically do about three hours a week with each client, so probably tens hours work for two thousand dollars. And then they all like to give me gifts."

"Shit!" I said astonished. "Now I know how you can afford all this stuff," I went on thinking of the vast array of fine and expensive things she bought on a daily basis including jewellery and a seemingly endless variety of upmarket clothes she wore.

"Well to be perfectly honest Mike, I don't just do it for the money, I do enjoy each of them and I love sex. I never do anything I don't want to. It was my ex husband who first got me started. We had separated because of our differences, but we had always had excellent sex. So when he re-married he came knocking on my door soon enough. Somehow we both came to an arrangement and set a time each week, and since then its been quite satisfactory for both of us."

"So you get the best of both worlds?" I asked feeling more and more stunned and fascinated by her candid admissions.

"Yes I have my cake and eat it too" she replied before smiling.

"What about the other two guys?" 

"Well the second guy is kind of elderly I suppose you could say. He is the nicest man you could meet and very rich. I guess he is about seventy three or so, I never asked. One day, I had been doing some part time cleaning at his house, when I was on harder times, after the divorce, and by then we'd become quite good friends. It had got to the point where we'd discuss anything and everything including sex. I knew he was frustrated sexually and began to think that I could do it for him, sexual favours that is. I just didn't quite know how to go about it and he seemed very shy. 

"So what happened?" I asked feeling a sense of deja-vu about the story Lisa has told earlier.

"Well I knew he wanted it," Leanne replied, "I'd just catch him looking at me while I bent over. So what I did over the next few weeks was to wear shorter and shorter skirts and just bend over provocatively, giving him a good view of my ass, or wearing no bra and unbuttoning my shirt so he could catch glimpses of my breasts."

"Didn't he feel teased by that?" 

"Well yeah, I thought that was the case too, that was the idea. And eventually, because he'd always turn away when I caught him looking, I ran out of idea's, except for the last one."

"The last one?"

"Yeah, well I thought it was just giving him a cheap thrill, like no harm in that, felt sorry for him I guess, even though he was very intelligent and probably could have got a women anywhere. But I did begin to feel like it was teasing him and maybe just making him even more frustrated. So one day when I was due to go to his place I determined that I would give him some more and see if he would react at all, for up till then he just seemed too proper and shy to come on to me."

"Ah...and?"

"So I shaved myself...you know...and I went to his place without wearing any panties and in a very short mini skirt. When I got there I said to him that I should dust one of the shelves which was positioned well above what I could reach. I said that I would need a ladder, at which point he immediately became somewhat excited, for he quickly rose from his chair and went out to the garage then returning with the ladder asked where he should place it. Having placed the ladder against the wall he stepped back and just stood there for a moment or two awkwardly as if to wonder if he should continue to stand there while I went up. I sensed his uncertainty immediately and put his mind at rest by saying that I thought it would be safer if he stood there and held the ladder while I climbed it. Without hesitation he agreed and I began a slow ascent up the ladder, being careful to keep my legs closed."

"Wow, now I am getting excited," I admitted honestly and not feeling at all it was inappropriate, for Leanne was to me now indeed quite fascinating and so straight up, she was just so at ease with the subject of sex and I wondered if she might be attempting to turn me on as she recounted her tale.

Leanne laughed briefly, and then smiled, suggestive of a certain receptivity toward my possible suggestion, and then continued. "Well I got up the top of the ladder and just started to dust the shelf and then slowly opened my legs exposing myself for George. It was quite funny initially because I started to feel the ladder shaking under his grip but he eventually settled and I just continued for some minutes knowing that he was feasting his eyes upon my shaven crotch."

"Then?"

"Well eventually I climbed down, slowly, and as I turned to face George I could see that he was highly aroused, not just the way his eyes gazed at me, but also below. I knew then there was nothing else I could do short of me directly coming on to him which I didn't want to do, so I just stood there and asked him if there was anything else that he wanted".

"What did he say?"

"I knew he was going to say something, but he just seemed unable to get the words out and just stood there looking embarrassed. At that I began to feel bad about him feeling that way; I was sure I knew he wanted me, and I knew I didn't at all want a relationship with him so I just came out with it and asked if he wanted something more than cleaning. He then asked me what I had in mind to which I replied I was open to idea's. Our dialogue like this went back and forth for some minutes when finally I said that I could use some extra money and I would be prepared to do most anything for him without saying anything specifically. By then I was sure he knew what I meant so the ball was in his court. Still, despite that, he was still unable to say what he wanted and by that time I was getting frustrated myself so I finally just decided that I would give him something I was sure he wanted".

"Which was?"

"I said to him in a soft voice, George why don't you sit down, which he proceeded to do. Then I just stood there facing him and said that I knew he had been watching me for the past few weeks bending over, and also while I was up the ladder, even though I was sure he knew that I had gone up the ladder deliberately for something other than dusting." 

"George," I said, "I know you have been looking up my skirt, is that really what you want to see?" 

"Maybe," George replied bashfully.

"Without further indecision I simply asked George if he would like me to lift up my skirt. He just nodded and I began to lift my skirt until nothing was hidden, standing there exposing myself to him while he just sat unmoving and mesmerised by the sight of my shaven pussy. I asked him if that was what he wanted to see and he again nodded his head. I then placed my hand between my legs and began to rub myself, spreading my lips, giving him a perfect view of my sex."

"Gosh," I exclaimed feeling turned on and getting hard once again.

"Next," Leanne went on, "I asked George if he would like to see my tits." "To which he replied yes. Slowly I began to get undressed until I was naked just standing before him even feeling horny. It wasn't that he stimulated me physically so much, but that he was in such need and in such desperation and lust over me that it felt kind of special to give him what he yearned for. I could tell then that George was highly aroused and his erection was clearly visible through his trousers, so I forthwith asked if he would like to touch me."

"George seemed to be perspiring now, and whispered yes, and so I walked toward him and then stood directly in front of him. He was still uncertain so I took his hand and placed it between my legs whereupon he immediately began to touch me, at first playing with the folds of skin and teasing my clit which began to throb, and then fingering me, exploring me internally."

As Leanne told her story I was sure she knew that she was turning me on, for I too just sat there speechless and hanging off her every word, yet myself desiring to do to her as she explained George had done to her.

Leanne continued, "I was surprised that George could actually work some magic on me, for within no time I was surprisingly becoming very wet with his probing and I started to even desire to see his erect cock, take it in my hands, maybe take it in my mouth and suck him, eat him, and maybe even squat over him and take his cock into my pussy and give him all that he wanted. And I confess I had a slight curiosity of what his cock would look like, being his age and all. At that I placed my hand on his hard cock through his trousers and becoming impatient started to unbutton him, making his rigid cock spring forth and I admit I was stunned at his size. For some reason I had thought because of his age it would be shrivelled up or something, or small, but it was quite the contrary; for I was even somewhat intimidated. And yet, that made me want to have his cock even more, inside me, fucking me, filling me up."

"I just couldn't contain myself and since George was not exactly very mobile I did just squat on his cock and eased it slowly into my swollen, wet pussy. And when I had enveloped him whole, I felt a sense of satisfaction that I could take him all. At once I began to move up and down on him, with my feet planted on the arm rests of the chair, so that George could see his cock fucking my pussy which itself started to throb with such a magnificent member within it." "George began to breathe heavily and I could see that he was in heaven by the look in his eyes, and that recognition just made me even more horny; just that fact that I had effectively taken him to Disneyland; the look of gratitude on his face was so acute that I felt so at ease with what had been initiated. Eventually I could feel myself getting ready to come and I started to buck wildly upon Georges cock, hungry for it, ravenous, oblivious to his somewhat frail frame, just satisfying myself hoping he wouldn't break any bones through my determined efforts. When I did come I was surprised at the intensity of my orgasm for I started to moan loudly regardless of George and what he thought, for he had somehow made me come so hard that I was shivering and shuddering while he continued to move himself inside me since I had virtually collapsed on top of him."

"I just sat there catching my breath, still in a squatting position, feeling Georges cock moving within my juicy, receptive pussy. It began to get somewhat uncomfortable, cramps threatening to hit my legs so I tentatively lifted myself up off Georges throbbing member and motioned for him to stand up. He did so with out hesitation or difficulty and I considered he might like to take me from behind so I kneeled down in front of him and supported my weight upon the chair. Forthwith George kneeled behind me and guided his slick cock between my fleshy lips and into my dripping cunt. He then started to move in and out in a slow rhythmic motion, going deeper with each stroke, until he was fully buried within me which made me wince from the sheer volume of his presence. As George began to pick up the tempo of his thrust, he had his hands upon my buttocks, grasping them while he started to pound into me relentlessly. Occasionally George would reach forward and take my tits in his hands with his weight resting upon my back as I tried to contain my moaning whimpers. He was teasing my nipples which sent shivers through me, and then he rose again and continued to fuck me harder and harder. It was amazing to me that George who seemed so sweet and gentleman like, and elderly, was even capable of getting it up let alone ravishing me as he did that first day. I suppose I was shocked. Without having the presence of mind to even linger on such a thought I found myself starting to moan loudly again while George like a young stud continued bucking wildly, slapping against my ass, overwhelming me, making me pant and cringe and wanting him to come so badly; for I wasn't sure I could endure much more, when suddenly I began to come again and started to cry out, 'Oh fuck....ooooh George.....ahhhhhhh,'....and yet, George just kept on giving it to me harder and harder as if he was unleashing some sort of punishment upon me, for then I was becoming sore and the pain was beginning to over come my pleasure."