Voyeur Extraordinaire(3)

On its own accord the hand that wasn't holding the binoculars traveled over my breasts, my hard nipples, and down my belly. Slowly, hesitantly, I pushed my hand into my sweatpants. I cupped myself over my panties and moaned softly. It had been a while since I’d pleasured myself. Most of the time I was too tired. As I watched the redhead sucking the man, a heat I’d never felt before spread through my body.

I'd never seen a porn movie or read a Playgirl, and seeing something like this with my own eyes was incredible.

I pushed the crotch of my panties aside and ran a gentle finger over myself. I'd never felt like this before. Sometimes I’d wondered if something was wrong with me, if maybe I was frigid just like Chris’s had said after I’d pushed his hand off my breasts. I started moving my fingers in rhythm with the man’s thrusts. My breath left my body in tiny gasps, electricity coursing through every inch of me. My hand with the binoculars shook but I couldn't take my eyes from the scene in the other room.

The man tensed and threw his head back, his fingers tightening in the woman’s red curls. My finger moved faster and faster as I watched him ride out his orgasm and then my own body started to shake. I gasped and moaned while I clung to the window frame.

Slowly, I came down from my high and caught my breath, feeling slightly guilty and embarrassed. I removed my hand from my panties and let it drop to my side, suddenly feeling cold. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to forget what I’d seen, to banish the embarrassment. I shouldn’t have watched them. It was wrong. But those feelings of shame vaporized when I directed my eyes back to the illuminated window.

The woman knelt down on the bed on all fours and gave the gorgeous man a coy look over her shoulder, her ass wriggling teasingly. He smirked as he came up to her from behind, rubbing his growing erection. I thought it took longer than that. Maybe the guy was some superstar porn actor. He grabbed her hips and with a swift move pushed into her.

My hand returned to my still sensitive folds and this time I pushed a finger into my wetness, mimicking the movements of the man. Or rather I was trying to mimic his movements. His pace was so fast and powerful that only watching him pounding into the redhead made me dizzy. His firm backside tensed with every push and one of his arms snaked around the woman's waist and his hand cupped her sex.

My finger was pumping into me faster and I felt my legs shake violently. The woman threw her head back for a cry of pleasure that I couldn't hear, and I let out my own cry when the second orgasm shot through my body.

My legs gave away and I sank to my knees, panting. Next time I’d have to sit on my desk to watch him. Next time?

I'd pleasured myself countless times before but it had never felt this good. Not even close. ‘Just imagine how much better it would have been if your neighbor had actually done all those things to you,’ a small voice teased.

I groaned and closed my eyes as the binoculars dropped to the ground. Bruno stood on his hind legs and licked over my face, pulling me out of my after-orgasm-haze. I grimaced as I patted his soft head. I blew a strand of my brown hair out of my left eye.

Great. Just great. I was patting my dog while the redhead was probably snuggling up to the gorgeous blond-haired man. She didn't need to pleasure herself. How I wished I were her.

Instead I was watching them having sex like some Peeping Tom. Or maybe Peeping Tina. Was there even a female equivalent?

Embarrassment washed over me. I stumbled to my feet and jerked the curtains closed, angry and frustrated with myself, and the misery that was my life. This would be the first and last time that I’d been a voyeur, I swore to myself. I stored the binoculars in my top drawer and walked into my bathroom for a cold shower, determined to forget about my neighbor. My gorgeous, sexy, muscled, blond-haired...

Shut up! I screamed in my head and for once my mind listened.





Chapter Two





I woke with a start and the fading image of a blond man. I pressed my face into my pillow, releasing a long breath. I'd been dreaming of him all night, and I didn't even know him. This was getting ridiculous.

Angry with myself, I peeled the blankets off my sweaty body; the dream must have been really hot. I remembered only snippets of it: kissing the blond man, running my hands over his chest, lying beneath him as he pushed into me. I groaned. My skin tingled and my body yearned for another release, but I ignored the heat between my legs.

This was getting too pathetic for words. My gaze wandered over to my window, still covered by curtains. Light peeked through them. For a moment, I wanted to risk peek. Was the blond man already awake? Would he be standing in front of the window with gorgeous bed hair?

I needed an intervention.