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A True Story (M/F, Voyeur)
Coming close to the finish, I kept on going, nearing my goal. Today
was the first day that I had run 10 miles and I was now within a
quarter mile of my apartment. I was so tired and needed a shower and
a drink so badly. I made it! I opened the front door of my walkup and
struggled up the 3 floors to my flat. I opened and shut my apartment
door behind me and took a long drink from the bottle of water in my
refrigerator. The water spilled over my face and down my perspiration
soaked running suit and helped to cool me down. I sat down on my sofa
numbly and stared into space. Almost absent mindedly I started to
stroke my legs and ran my hands over my breasts. I was always aroused
after a good run or workout and today was no exception. I sld my hand
down my shorts and touched myself gently. I felt my wetness, wholly
apart from the sweat that was still dripping off of me. I raised my
fingers to my mouth and tasted myself, licking my fingers as though
they were lollipops.
I pulled my shirt over my head and gently stroked the tops of my
breasts, my stomach and my arms. I closed my eyes and pictured myself
with a lover, lying on the beach, making passionate love. I ran my
hands over my bra and felt chills run through me. I got up and stood
in front of my mirror, stepping out of my shorts at the same time. I
looked at my half naked body and smiled. "You are sexy" I said to my
reflection, as my hands unhooked the constricting sports bra I had
been wearing. I let it fall to the floor, next to my shorts and I
suddenly felt so much cooler as my sweat covered breasts felt the
air-conditioned coolness of my living room. I touched each of my
nipples in turn, circling them and then pinching them, watching them
in the mirror as they came to full erect attention. I continued
watching myself in the mirror, turning sideways, first admiring my
flat stomach, then how my ample breasts sat on my otherwise- narrow
frame. I ran my palms over my tits, squeezed my breasts together, let
them go, and smiled as I watched them fall back into place.
I loved my body - I could spend hours touching myself, examining every
crevice of it, trying to find new erotic zones to please myself or to
tell my lovers about.
I slid down my panties and stood naked in front of my mirror. I
walked towards it, watching my breasts as I went along. As I pressed
my body against the mirror, crushing my breasts against the silver
glass, I could feel its cold through my whole body. I rubbed my body
against it and felt my clit sliding on the glass. I stepped away and
saw that I had left some of my vaginal fluids on the glass. I knelt
down ad licked the mirror where my cunt had been. I loved the
taste of it and moaned slightly. I lay down on the floor and spread my
legs. I was able to do a wide split and exposed my lips fully to the
mirror. I raised my head slightly so I could watch my fingers
disappear into my pussy and watch my thumb massage my now hard clit.
I felt myself close to orgasm, so I slowed down my self-ministrations.
I knelt on my hands and knees before the mirror, watching my breasts
hang down and my butt stick up in the air. I ran a hand over my ass,
down the crack. I gently spread my asscheeks and found my hole with
my fingers. I massaged my asshole, gradually working a finger into my
ass and slowly slid it in and out of myself. My body became tense and
I could feel my sphincter pressing back against my hand. Yet again I
stopped for a moment, to catch my breath and to lengthen the
experience. I went into my bedroom and came out with a dildo I had
bought some time ago. I placed it straight up on the floor in front
of the mirror and, still facing the mirror, squatted over it, feeling
it penetrate me. I held the rubber cock as I slid up and down it
slowly at first, and as I needed the release of orgasm, faster and
faster. As I felt every muscle in me tighten up as my orgasm started,
I rolled onto the floor, fucking myself with dildo and moaning loudly.
I lay on the floor for a few minutes, catching my breath, feeling the
auto- erotic thrill gradually ebb. I felt a satisfied smile spreading
across my face and I said to myself "You're a great fuck, Wendy."
The phone rang, disrupting my post-coital satisfaction. "Shit", I
said, struggling to my feet and I grabbed the phone next to the sofa.
"Hello", I said. "You are a very sexy woman" the man's voice on the
other end replied. "Go to your window", he said. Shocked, embarrassed
and a little angry, I forgot that I was naked and I walked to the
window of my living room that faced the street. "Now, straight across
and 1 flight up from you." he said. I looked up and saw a man
standing there, holding a phone. He looked at me, smiled and waved.
"You're a bit of an exhibitionist." "How long have you been watching
me," I said, looking up at him, suddenly realizing I was still
undressed. I went back to the sofa, out of eye's view of the window.
"Oh, don't go away, well, pretty much since you moved in there. I
have some pictures of you I would like to show you. You have quite an
active sex life." I felt a combination of anger and erotic desire
swelling up in me - anger at having been photographed by a stranger
without my knowledge and turned on because I was photographed. I went
back to the window and looked up at him. "You have such beautiful
breasts", he said, "but I think you know that already. May I come
over?" He seemed handsome and, for all his voyeurism, he
didn't frighten me, so I decided to accede. "Okay." I said, "I'm
in..." "Apartment 3B, I know. I'll be over in ten minutes."
I hurriedly put away my dildo and threw my dirty clothes into the
hamper. I put on a robe and tried to prepare myself to meet someone
who had been watching me for over a year. I couldn't decide whether
to be in a panic or not, whether I had just risked my life letting a
stranger into my apartment. I wondered which parts of my sex life he
had seen, which lovers, which experiences. I figured I would soon
find out. Exactly 10 minutes after our conversation, he knocked on my
door. Frightened, I opened it up. He was very attractive - 6 feet
tall, fit and slender. He couldn't have been over 25. He was wearing
blue jeans and a t shirt, carrying a big envelope under his arm. He
smiled at me. "My name is Richard, I'm happy to finally meet you face
to face, Wendy." He shook my hand. I didn't think much of it at the
time, but in retrospect it was a funny thing to do when you meet
someone you've been peeping on for a year! "These are all the pictures
I've taken of you, including negatives. I want you to have them." I
took them from him silently and led him into the living room. "I
think you know this room well," I said. He laughed, "I hoped you
would have a sense of humor. Why don't you take a look at them."
We sat down on the sofa with the pictures between us. I emptied the
envelope of what seemed like hundreds of pictures, all of me, many
with other people, all in states of nakedness or sexual activity.
"Can I offer you some water or something," I said trying to figure out
what to say to him. "Thank you," he responded.
I went to the kitchen and tried to figure this all out. I couldn't,
but I knew that unless I did something, I would be under his spell for
a long time and would have to move. I came back with a glass of water
for him. As I gave it to him my robe fell open. I was about to close
it, but then realized that he had seen me naked so many times, it
didn't matter. I let it fall open. I suddenly had an idea. I let my
robe fall to the floor. I saw him smile and watch my body.
"There's only one rule, Richard. You can watch me, but don't ever
touch me." I smiled at him and licked my lips. He smiled back and
responded "It's a deal". I sat down on the couch again, and picked up
the pictures. He watched me as I went through them. I saw pictures
of me fucking myself like I had just been doing, pictures of me with
old boyfriends, getting fucked, sucked, giving head. There were a lot
of pictures of what was the only lesbian experience I had ever had, a
very long and erotic session with the agent who found this apartment
for me. I smiled at a lot of them, keeping an eye on Richard the
whole time. "What are you thinking?" He asked. "That I am a really
good porn model." "You are, you are very sexy and very erotic. I've
loved photographing you." I smiled and I raised my hands to my
breasts, rubbing them over my nipples for just a second. He watched
and I watched the rise in his pants. I got off the sofa to place some
distance between us and I continued touching my breasts, while he
watched. When his hand fell to his own crotch I knew I had won.
I stopped touching myself. "It's your turn, Richard." He looked at
me, surprised. "It's your turn. Get undressed. I want to watch you.
It's only fair." "B..b..but...," he stammered. "Do it.", I said, or
else you'll never see me naked again."
I sat back in the big chair opposite my sofa and watched him. I was
naked, with my legs crossed, casually watching him take off his shirt.
He ran his hands up and down his firm, smooth chest, moaning slightly,
biting his lip slightly.
He undid his jeans and pushed them off, along with his briefs. His
cock popped out, standing straight up. He began giving me a show,
touching his cock, his balls. Running his hands all over himself, he
moaned, " I wanna fuck you Wendy". I responded "Remember our deal."
To keep him excited, I spread my legs apart and let him see straight
up into my pussy. His eyes opened wider at his first relatively close
up view of my pussy. I slid a finger inside of me, which evoked a
long moan from him. "When you cum, I would like you to eat it all
up."
While I watched him, aroused from an extent of auto-eroticism which
was comparable to my own, I thought over the pictures he has taken of
me, and wondered what to do after he came. I was trying to think of
something he hadn't photographed, but which I enjoyed and which would
reinforce his lesson. "Oh god Wendy," he yelled as he began bucking
back and forth as semen began spurting out of him. It landed on his
hands, his stomach and some even flew across and landed on my leg. He
stuck his fingers in his mouth and swallowed his semen. "Lick it off
of my leg." I told him, and he knelt down and licked the drop that was
on my leg. He lay back on the floor exactly as I had been earlier,
catching his breath. I was aroused and wet beyond words, but I needed
to stay in control for at least a few more minutes. "I'd like to
watch you more often, Richard." I smiled down at him, and he looked up
at me, looking straight up into my snatch. He continued stroking his
semi-limp cock as he watched my pussy lips glisten with juices.
"Have I redeemed myself?" He asked, still panting, still stroking
himself, probably absentmindedly. "Almost," I responded. I stood up
and positioned the mirror at his feet and stepped back, watching in
the mirror as he stared straight up my cunt. I felt my juices
dripping down my leg as I prepared the coup de Gras. "I'm gonna sit on
your face, Richard, and I want you to tongue my asshole like its going
out of style."
"Whatever you want, Wendy." He moaned, as I muffled his voice with my
ass. "Yes, Richard, that's how it's going to be. Whatever I want."
And as I settled onto his face and felt his mouth on my ass, I let
myself go off into erotic heaven.
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