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Chapter 2 - Little Bo's Peep

Bo is the CSO of a very large corporation. He's a peeper.  He  has known of
his fondness for voyeourism since the first time that he had watched his
older sister shower the year he turned three.  However, he always kept his
puceliar sexual preferences safely out of the office by frequently giving
in to them and visiting a local adult book store that had relatively clean
peep show booths in the back.

Lately, though, he had been catching himself walking just a little slower
past the women's bathroom on his floor.  Then he would come to his senses
and flee with internal shame.  Usually, he would spend his lunch at the
book store on those days, feeding the coin slots like a mad man just to
watch another three minutes of the model-of-the-day. 

Bo thought about the way his life seemed to be feeding his addiction more
and more as he got older.  Almost as if he would have to make a drastic
change because the peep shows just weren't enough for him anymore.  He was
driving slower through his neighborhood so that his eyes could focus a
little deeper into his neighbors' houses, he even traded in his Mercedes
coupe for an SUV so that he could see down into the laps of the women he
passed.

He finally looked at the clock on his PC and realized that he had just
enough time to slowly troll past that blonde goddess's desk.  He really
needed to remember her name since she had been Jack's executive assistant
for what seemed like forever.  Besides, actually kicking himself out of his
comfort zone and approaching her might be easier if he knew her name.

He eased out of his office and secured the door then turned for the
elevators that would take him up to the CEOs floor and the budget meetings.
As he slowed unconciously through the secretary pool, his eyes caressed
each nylon-covered leg, and even took the liberty of slowly following that
nylon up between the thighs of a couple of the more fit legs he passed.

Once he cleared the pool, he got stopped at the elevators by Jack.  "Good
morning Bo!" Jack said in an unusually chipper voice.  Bo even watched the
corners of his mouth slant up in the rare smile.  'What was UP with this
freak? he thoguht to himself, some kind of cheap ploy to get my vote for
him a bigger budget?'

"Hey Jack, how was your weekend?"  Bo muttered back.

"It was fine and dandy!  Got a few things straightened out around my office
and I'm simply refreshed and looking forward to the usual candor of budget
week."  The smile deepened on his face, Bo noticed and shivered a little.
'The man could not BE acting more out of character at this point!' Bo
thought to himself.  

Aloud he said, "Yeah, candor, hahah, I hear you." And then the elevator
opened for their ride up to the ninth floor.  Bo motioned for Jack to
precede him onto the car.  As they both turned to face forward, Bo noticed
that the TV that was installed inside the elevator was not tuned to its
usual stocks/weather/breaking-news channel but rather had a corner view of
four blondes on an elevator.  Bo's pupils dialated as he realized that the
tallest one was Jack's executive assistant!

Then, looking closer, he recognized Jill, the COO, standing between them.
He slowly caressed her chest with his all-seeing eye, instantly thinking of
her luscious breasts without the clothing.  His eyes slowly rose to the
open collar at her throat.  It was slowly flushing as if the heat in her
elevator had suddenly escalated out of control.  Bo's groin stirred a
little as he watch her lips open just slightly and her little pink tongue
caress them quickly.  He caught himself licking his own lips unconsciously
as well.

Then he heard the quickened breath of the women on that elevator.  He
actually HEARD them!  That was weird, this TV never had its volume turned
up before.  What what going on?  Then he was hooked back into the scene
with a renewed interest as it stopped.  The tall blonde, HIS tall blonde,
suddenly leaned back to whisper something into Jill's ear which made her
flush.  He thought he heard her say something about tomorrow morning, but
the volume wasn't up quite that high.

He started returning to hisself as he realized that Jack had been talking,
"...and I think that we might need to pool our resources to insure that we
get our budgets for the coming year.  Don't you think, Bo?"  Bo, feeling
like he had been caught doing something wrong, just murmured something
quickly.  Jack reached up to the TV, like he just realized that it was not
on the proper channel, and pressed the channel down button one time.  The
scene was quickly replaced by the usual executive fare.  And then had
arrived on the 9th floor.

All throughout the meeting, Bo's mind would constantly wander over that
scene and he would catch his eyes roaming over Jill's lips, face and
breasts.  He couldn't seem to shake the eroticism that had taken place in
that elevator car.  He was suddenly seeing Jill in new a light, one that
left him almost panting with desire.  Then he would sit up and try to focus
on the discussion at hand. 

Near the meeting's end for the day, he suddenly realized that he had agreed
to go to lunch with Jill today!  Instead of being able to relieve the
stress of his earlier voyeurism, he was going to be tortured by the very
object that he was lusting over!  How was he ever going to be able to deal
with that?  He left the meeting with his brain in a fog and realized that
he would have to take himself in hand before the lunch hour, if for no
other reason than to be able to concentrate on Jill's obvious attempt to
gain his support on her perceived budgetary needs.  Yes, that's what he
would have to do.  With this action decided on, Bo headed for the closest
restroom.

He entered the executive washroom and immediately headed for the very last
stall. As he walked down the short space, he noticed that someone was
already in the next to last stall.  He shrugged and just thought that he
would have to wait them out.  Besides, he could keep himself right on the
edge quietly enough...

He closed the stall door and dropped his suit pants then quickly sat on the
throne.  From this new angle, he could just see under the stall wall at the
feet of the guy in the next stall.  He gasped nearly outloud when he
saw that the occupant of that stall was a woman!  Her feet were angled
steeply in a pair of pumps that ended with a four inch heel.

Bo quickly took his seven inch penis in his right hand and started to
slowly stroke it as his eyes took in every milimeter of this woman's foot.
This is when he noticed her shadow on the floor that was being cast by the
light over the top of that stall.  He could see the shadow woman's hip
humping the air.  He concentrated a little harder and yes, he could
definitely hear her breathing hard almost in time with the lunges of her
hips.

His cock was rock hard now as all of his concentration was placed on that
lone foot and shadow in the stall next to him.  As the woman's breathing
became more and more anxious his balls started pulling tighter.  He dick
becoming thicker and hotter in his stroking hand.  Bo started to sweat as
the woman next to him seemed to be oblivious to his presence or at least
didn't care whether he was there or not.

Just at the point of no return for him, the woman started cumming.  The
force of her orgasm made her fall off of her toilet and he suddenly saw her
almost fall completely to the floor in her throes of passion.  He
immediately noticed that her nylons were only thigh-high and were gartered
under her dress.  Her dress, a fuck-me, fire-engine red was pulled high
above her waist.  He could not see anything else and didn't seem to need
anything else as he suddenly went over himself.

He lifted his hips up from the seat, quickly leaned forward and pointed his
puking prick at the bowl of the toilet.  He spurted for almost a full
minute before finally his cock was just dry-heaving.  His vision started to
darken around the edges which it was prone to do when he came that hard.
Then he realized that he had been holding his breath the entire time.

He quickly opened his mouth wide and slowly let his breath out to avoid
making any noise.  His eyes quickly returned to the bottom of the stall
wall and saw that the woman was preparing to leave hers.  Bo, not wanting
to get caught by a possible quick look through the gap in his door, pulled
his shirt down over his still hard cock.

The woman's toilet flushed and then he heard her door unlock and squeak
open.  He followed her feet as they stepped out and then his heart hammered
as he saw her toes point in his direction.  He quickly looked up thru the
crack and came eye-to-eye with the blonde goddess!  He knew that his face
was probably frozen in a permanent "oh!" and then she winked and turned to
leave.  She stopped and turned back to the crack and - making sure she had
his attention - slowly brought the fingers of her right hand to her face
and sniffed deeply of them.  When her eyes opened, there was an obvious
burn of pleasure in them as she looked once more into his eyes.  Then she
was gone.

Bo, never having lost his wood, immediately stroked himself to another
sight-blurring orgasm, then a third.  Finally, feeling sated, he cleaned up
the toilet, made sure he was presentable again, and left the restroom.  As
his eyes cleared the restroom's exit, he saw this amazing woman step away
from the wall with her face turned back over her shoulder in his direction.
He almost stoped in shock that she was doing this to him of all people.

Remembering his earlier resolve to breakout of his comfort zone, he stepped
up a little and matched his stride with this creature of sexuality.  He
almost stuttered as he asked, "Don't you work Jack?"

She glanced at him as if nothing had happened and replied, "Yes, sir, I'm
Traci." Bo realized that she was offering her hand to him.  It was her
right hand!  His heart hammered and his sore cock jumped against his thigh.
He looked her in the eye and then, before he realized he was even doing it,
he brought her hand to his face and sniffed the same fingers that she had
inhaled so deeply not five minutes earlier.  She gasped a little at his
audacity and then moaned when she felt his tongue softly caress the tips of
her fingers.

Bo cuaght himself before he actually sucked what was obviously her cum from
her fingers.  Then, a little embarrassed by his own forwardness, he let go
of her hand and mumbled a reply, "Nice to finally meet you, Traci."  He
watched her eyes as they sparkled in the hall lights.  Then it was his turn
to gasp as she stepped into him and leaned her lips into his ears...

"Did you like your television show this morning, Bo?"  Then he DID gasp!
She continued, "If you did, I would bet that you will not want to miss
tomorrow's episode.  Same time... same channel."  And then she stepped into
the women's restroom to leave Bo and his gaping mouth alone in the hall.

Bo, realizing that he would have to start all over before Jill's big lunch
time deal, headed back to the men's restroom...

--

The next morning, not being able to sleep, Bo came into work early.  As he
was sitting at his desk, staring at the company provided weather-based TV,
it finally donned on him that this might be the same TV signal that he had
witnessed on the elevator!  He quickly fumbled with the flip down,
button-hiding door and changed the channel to channel 5.  He gasped with
surprise as the elevator, albeit empty at this point, tuned in immediately.
Then he changed to channel 6 and was floored again as he was now viewing a
hidden camera in the women's restroom!

Channel 7 seemed to be a camera under someone's desk, channel 8 was a
conference room, channel 9 was one of the decks in the parking garage.  Bo
tried to hold him his whoop of excitement and quickly decided that he would
have to be watching the elevator channel at the appropriate time.  Having
made the decision, he thought he should close his drapes so that he would
be interrupted.

As he waited a few minutes before he realized that he was a hour early for
the promised show.  He began to surf the hidden channels.  Just when he was
about to give up, he saw Traci drive into view on the garage channel.  He
felt his cock begin to stir as he watched the blonde woman slowly get out
of her car.  The woman strolled to the front of her BMW and casually
lounged on the front of her car.  Bo realized that she must be waiting for
someone.  His eyes stared intently as he noticed another car ease into the
space beside the beamer.  Another blonde got out!

The second blond was shorter than Traci, but definitely her equal in
drop-dead gorgeousness.  Then he noticed a third car pull up on the other
side of the beamer and two more blondes got out.  The three blondes walked
to the front of Traci's car and immediately started running their hands,
boobs, and pelvis all over Traci.

She was obviously enjoying the pleasure as she suddenly threw her head back
in a show of ecstasy.  Bo, forcing his eyes wide open to make sure he would
not miss even one small caress, one licked lipped, nor one deep breath,
started rubbing his now completely engorged dick through his pants.  He
just couldn't believe his luck!

He gasped as one of the blondes knelt between Traci's legs and left her
skirt up above her hips.  She ran her hands up Traci's thighs and finally
lowered her flimsy panties.  This was soon followed by lips and tongue as
she worshipped this Goddess's gams.  Bo was agonizing over where to watch,
the woman's lips which were inches from Traci's pouting pussy, or the
intense gaze of her face.

Unable to look away now, he watch as the succubus slowly slid her longue
between her pussy lips.  They quickly gaped open and Bo could see the
wetness of this woman's hole.  The girl quickly scooped up Traci's cream
with her tongue as she nestled it completely into her now gaping vagina.
This obscured Bo's perfect viewpoint and so he quickly looked up on his TV
screen to the faces of the other three women.

Traci, her breasts heaving in obvious pleasure, had her eyes closed and her
lips open.  Bo suddenly realized that his lips were also open in a
sympathetic gaping. Then he looked at the other two women and realized that
the each had their dresses pulled to their waists and a hand in the crotch,
pushing multiple fingers into the cunts.  Bo's mind added the squishing
noises that he knew could be heard if he were actually standing where this
camera was at.

Too quickly for him, the show was over as Traci came to a screaming orgasm.
Her body jerking tautly with each spasm of pleasure.  She laid back on the
hood of her car and finally opened her eyes to look right at Bo through the
TV.  Then he saw her wink.

He was breathing raggedly, torn between running for the bathroom and
staying glued to his new toy.  Then, as the ladies fixed themselves and
headed for the elevator, he remembered the elevator channel!  He quickly
tuned to channel 5.

The ladies entered, all prim and proper like nothing happened.  They were
mumbling to each other in conversation as they rode to the third floor and
exited.  Bo quickly flicked between the channel showing the women's
bathroom and the one with a view under a desk.  Finally, he saw the under
desk cam brighten up as someone pulled the chair away from the desk.  Then
he gasped as he just made out Traci's tall thighs sit in the chair and
scoot under the desk.

There was just enough light there for him to see her naked thighs but not
enough for him to make out her naked pussy.  He was about to switch to the
bathroom cam when a specially placed light bulb was turn on under Traci's
desk.  It left nothing to the imgination as Bo was able to see an ever
glistening drop of moisture drip slowly from her sweating pussy lips.

Her lips were still wet and swollen.  The clitoris still peaking out from
under its little hood and then Bo realized that she was clean!  Not one
stray hair obstructed his view.  This nearly sent him over the edge,
forcing him to scramble for a box of tissues from the other side of his
desk.  As he dashed for the box, he cuaght the time and got even more
excited as he realized it was just after 8:30... the promised show was
bound to start soon!

Then Traci's hand came into view and he saw that she held one of those
dildos.  It was tear drop shaped which confused him for a second until he
watched her slowly rub it slowly along her lips.  She continued to dip the
end between her lips, slowly stretching her vulva open a little further
with each short stroke.  Finally, the dildo disappeared into her pussy,
leaving just the flanged tip exposed.

He watched her stomach muscles tighten and release as she tried to hide
this little private show from the other ladies in the cramped office.  Then
Bo lost it, filling up the tissues as he watched her quickly pull the
little fake dick out of her pussy, leaving a thick string of girl cum
connecting her labia to the bulbous end.  Then she moved it down and
started the slow game again as she worked it into her anus.

Bo almost yelled aloud as he shot wad after wad into his tissued-lined
hand.  It was all he could do to keep his eyes pasted to this woman's
weeping womb and seemingly rubber ass hole.  She finally got the dildo
seated firmly into anus, the tip seated between those perfect little cheeks
and then she turned off the light under her desk, rolled out, and stood up.

Bo realized that he HAD to find a way to record these channels.  All of
these years and here was a group of women that had been living out his
lifetime fantasy... right under his very nose!  He groaned with the
thoughts of all of those missed voyeour sessions.

He then remembered the bathroom channel and quickly flipped the station. He
just caught the tailend of a strip tease that was being performed by Traci
and her three blonde friends.  He saw that each of them had bald pussies.
But only his goddess had that telltale sign of having something stuck
solidly in her backside.  Then they all four walked out and out of his
view.

He quickly changed to the elevator channel and checked the time, 8:50 am.
Whew!  He had not missed the main event after all.  He immediately
recognized Jill standing on the elevator.  He could see that was dressed a
little more provocatively than was her usual style.   


continued in Chapter 3 - Jackin Jill
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