Alone, More or Less
by Bigbob (bigbob@entouch.net)

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Girlfriend's peep with a telescope. (MF, mast, voy)

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The alarm had just gone off. I was still rubbing the 
sleep from my eyes and wincing at the discomfort from 
the rawness on the end of my dick after yet another 
night of multiple fucks, and trying to understand what 
she had just asked me.

"Let me get this straight, Louise. While I'm gone, you 
want to bring another man into our bed? Are you nuts?"

"What do you mean, nuts?" she asked. "You know I have 
to have it every night. And it's only for tonight, 
just this one night. At least I'm being honest with 
you and asking first. The least you could do is be 
honest with me and acknowledge that I have needs."

I shook my head in disbelief. "No, you can't bring 
another man into my bed, even for just one night. I'll 
only be gone for one night, for Christ's sake."

"But John, I thought this was our bed?" she replied.

"It was ours when you moved in with me and I agreed to 
share it with you. It's my bed now that you want to 
share it with another man. The answer is no, you're 
not sharing my bed, MY bed Louise, with another man."

Now she was getting angry, and the more we discussed 
it, the angrier she got.

"You fucking bastard!" she yelled. "Fuck you, you 
bastard! I'm leaving! Fuck you!"

"Fine, I'll help you pack." A few minutes later, she 
slammed the door on the way out.

"Oh, shit," I muttered while in the shower. "She still 
has my keys. Now I'll have to call a locksmith."

The locksmith came just before lunch and started work 
on the door knob and deadbolt. He was just finishing 
when Louise showed up.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I think it's obvious," I replied. "I'm changing the 
locks. You still had my keys."

"You prick!" she yelled. "I was going to apologize. 
But not now, you bastard!" She threw my old keys at me 
and walked back and got into the elevator, still 
screaming obscenities as the elevator doors closed. 
Some of the neighbors opened their doors and peeked 
out. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry," I said, as 
they shook their heads and went back into their 
apartments.

"That was one hot piece of ass," the locksmith said. 
"Those tits and ass were something else. Bit of a 
temper, though."

"Crazy, nympho bitch is what she is," I replied.

"Psycho is more like it," he said. "I think you were 
right to change the locks. She might sneak in some 
night and cut your balls off."

"Hadn't thought of that," I said with a chuckle.

"Want some advice, kid?" he asked. Not really, I 
thought, but I guessed I was going to get some anyway. 
"Stay away from the hotties. Find yourself a plain 
looking woman. They appreciate you better. I know, I 
married one. Best decision I ever made."

"I've been hoping for an appreciative hottie," I 
replied.

"They don't exist, kid. Trust me. Stick with the plain 
ones."

I was exhausted when I got back in town the next day. 
It was after 7 by the time I got out of the airport 
and back to my apartment.

 *****

"Come on Laura, we're going to be late," Mary said. 
"They've probably already started by now."

"It's just a bridal shower, Mary," I replied as we 
left the lobby, our arms full of gift wrapped 
packages. "It's not like Candace is actually getting 
married tonight." I glanced at my friend as we crossed 
the street. I love her to death, and she was there for 
me 100% when I broke up with Harry, but why does she 
always have to dress like a hooker in heat?

"I saw you looking at me," Mary said. "Laura, honey, 
you know I love you and would never do anything to 
hurt you, but you need to start dressing better if 
we're going to find you another man. Don't give me 
that look. It's been, what, a year since you broke up 
with that shithead Harry? Come on, get over it, 
already. Baggy pants and shirts and no makeup isn't 
going to get the men looking at you."

"Don't start with me Mary. Not tonight. We're just 
going across the street to a bridal shower, not bar 
hopping till 3 in the morning. No one's watching."

"You're wrong, honey," Mary replied. "There are half a 
dozen men looking at us right now."

"Looking at you, maybe," I retorted.

"That's my point! They'd be looking at you too if you 
dressed a little better. I'm just saying, a little 
makeup and a little more leg and cleavage and you 
wouldn't have to rub your pussy every night by 
yourself. You could get a man to do that for you."

I just shook my head and half smiled. There was no 
point in discussing it further. I wasn't going to win 
the argument. We weren't late after all. Candace 
greeted us at the door and hugs and kisses were 
exchanged all around. The most noticeable piece of 
'furniture' in her apartment was a telescope by the 
window.

"Candace!" Mary exclaimed, 'You're a peeper?"

"Yeah," she replied. "A little hobby of mine. I'll 
probably have to give it up after Will and I are 
married. That's how I met him actually."

She got about a dozen quizzical looks from the other 
girls in the room. She was obviously going to have to 
elaborate.

"I was gazing one night at that apartment building 
over there," she said, pointing out the window to the 
left. "That's your building, isn't it, Laura?"

"Yeah," I replied. "My apartment is on the other 
side."

"Anyway, I was gazing one night when I spotted this 
gorgeous man, sitting by the window, reading a book. I 
watched him for a couple of hours and watched some 
more, off and on, over the next three weeks. I never 
saw anyone else with him and the more I watched, the 
more I decided I had to meet him. I bought a bottle of 
wine and got a friend I know in his building to let me 
in and I went up and knocked on his door."

"You're kidding?" I asked. "How did you get up the 
nerve to do that?"

"We're not getting any younger, honey," she replied. 
"Besides, my biological clock is ticking. I just 
figured, what the hell. If he slammed the door in my 
face, I still had my bottle of wine. He took it pretty 
well, actually, when I told him about the telescope. 
Even though it a bit funny. We talked the rest of the 
evening, consumed the bottle of wine and I stayed the 
night. And now we're getting married next weekend."

Everyone smiled and giggled and gave Candace a hug. 
Someone was always looking through the telescope as 
the party continued.

 *****

"No nympho wacko tonight, John boy," I said, looking 
around my quiet apartment. "Just my fingers and hands. 
And Mister Butt Plug." I tossed my suitcase on the 
couch and stripped off my clothes, tossing them on the 
couch as well. I stretched my arms and back, trying to 
relieve some of the stress from my trip. After pausing 
for a moment to look at my still flaccid dick, I went 
to the bathroom to retrieve my two inch diameter butt 
plug, along with a tube of lube and a towel.

 *****

"Oh my god!" yelled Lisa, "There's a naked guy in his 
living room."

"Let me see, let me see," said Barbara. She took 
Lisa's place at the telescope. "What's he doing?" 
someone asked. "He's just standing there, stretching, 
his back to the window. Oh no! Don't go, don't go. 
Shit. He left the room. Shit, shit, shit."

 *****

I covered the corner of the coffee table with the 
towel and smeared some lube on the plug and worked 
some into my ass with my fingers. Aiming the plug at 
my hole, I slowly sat down on the towel and worked the 
plug in with slow, up and down bounces. 

Once it was in, I slowly rocked back and forth and 
side to side, forcing the plug to massage my prostate. 
Small dribbles of cum began to leak from the head, the 
perfect lubricant to massage my cock to a full 
erection. I had a fully engorged cock within a couple 
of minutes. With my balls hanging over the corner of 
the coffee table, I lubed my left hand and began 
massaging and kneading them ever so slowly and gently. 
I wasn't in a hurry. I wanted to make this last as 
long as possible.

I circled only my thumb and forefinger of my right 
hand and used them to gently squeeze and pressure the 
rim of my glans. Slowly rocking back and forth to 
pressure the butt plug, my glans was now almost as 
hard as a rock. The gentle up and down pressure on the 
rim by my thumb and forefinger was sending jolts of 
muscle spasms down my cock shaft. I just closed my 
eyes and let the orgasm build slowly, rocking my body 
and slowly caressing the glans. Cum was still leaking 
out, providing the lube for my thumb and finger.

 *****

"He's back, he's back!" yelled Alice. "Oh my god! He's 
got a butt plug. And he's sticking it in his ass!"

"My turn," said Mary. "Holy shit! He's sitting on a 
table now, rocking back and forth. Oh my god, look at 
the size of that cock. Come here and look, Laura. This 
is the guy you need to meet. He's in your building 
after all."

I stepped up to the eyepiece and my mouth fell open. 
"Oh my god," I whispered. "Oh my god."

"What's he doing, Laura?"

"Oh my god, he's rubbing his dick head with just his 
fingers and rocking back and forth. Jesus Christ he's 
huge! And hard, too. Oh my god, my panties are getting 
wet just watching!"

 *****

I could feel the cum start to pressure my balls and 
lower cock shaft. I backed off the pressure slightly 
on my glans to extend the sensation as long as 
possible. After a minute or two of near ejaculation, I 
finally stroked the glans hard a couple of times. The 
first spurt of cum hit my chin. The next two landed on 
my chest and the three after that oozed out the end of 
my cock head. I wiped the cum from my chin with my 
fingers and licked them clean with my tongue, then 
scooped up the cum on my chest and massaged it onto my 
cock and balls. 

I wasn't about to let the orgasm come to an end just 
yet. I kept rocking the plug in my ass while massaging 
my glans and balls. My whole body was convulsing, my 
lungs gasping with each spasm. I finally let out one 
last gasp and tensed every muscle in my body one last 
time before lying back on the table to rest.

 *****

"He's cumming!" yelled Theresa. "Oh shit, it hit him 
in his face, and then his chest. It's still coming 
out. Oh Jesus! He's eating his own cum!"

"He's still rocking and pumping his dick," said Zoe. 
"Holy shit, his whole body is jerking. Goddamn, my 
panties are getting wet, too. I think he's done, he's 
lying back on the table, now." Zoe watched for a few 
more moments. "I think he's dead. He's not moving."

 *****

I rested for what must have been four or five minutes, 
occasionally wiping the cum from my cock and stomach 
and sucking it from my fingers with my mouth. Once my 
head stopped spinning, I got up, took a long, hot 
shower and then collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep 
instantly, wearing just a pair of exercise shorts.

 *****

"Do you think we should call 9-1-1?" Zoe asked.

Candace took her place at the eyepiece. "He's not 
dead," she said. "He's moving, apparently still 
licking the cum from his fingers." A noticeable, loud 
sigh of relief swept through the room, followed by an 
outburst of laughter.

"Oh no, he's leaving," said Carol. "No, don't go, 
don't go. 

Shit! He picked up his stuff and left the room."

"Laura, honey," said Candace, "you've got to meet that 
guy. Oh, stop your blushing. It shouldn't be that 
hard. He's in the same apartment building as you, for 
god's sake. You don't even have to walk across the 
street like I did to meet Will."

The party broke up about an hour later, with everyone 
congratulating Candace, wishing her the best.

"Come on," said Mary during the ride down in the 
elevator, "Let's go introduce ourselves to that guy. I 
already know what floor he's on and it was easy enough 
to figure out his room number."

"Are you crazy?" I replied. "We can't do that."

"What do you mean we can't do that? Don't give me 
that. Of course we can. Your panties are just as wet 
as mine. Don't deny it. I saw you looking out the 
window the rest of the evening, after he got up and 
left. Don't deny it!"

"I am wet," I whispered and giggled as we crossed the 
street. 

"And I am wetter now than I was earlier."

"I know, I can see it. Oh, stop blushing! And stop 
trying to hide your wet spot. What better way to show 
him you have the hots for him."

"Oh god, I can't believe we're doing this," I said as 
we rode up in the elevator.

"This is it," Mary said. "Apartment 804. Push the 
doorbell."

"You push the doorbell, you brought us here!" I said.

"Oh shit, you're such a pussy. You want to get your 
hands on his cock just as much as I do. Your pants are 
wetter now than they were 10 minutes ago." Mary pushed 
the button, I hid my crotch with my purse. We waited. 
And waited.

"Let's go, he's not here," I whispered.

"No wait." Mary pushed the button again. We waited. 
And waited. The door opened.

"Oh my god," I said, "it's him."

 *****

"What?" Something jolted me awake. Was that the 
doorbell? I staggered out of bed and bumped my head on 
the door jam on the way to the living room.

"Dammit! I hate when that happens." The doorbell rang 
again. 

What time is it? I peered through the peep hole. Two 
women? 

What time is it?

"What the hell." I opened the door.

"Oh my god, it's him," said one of the women.

"Hi," said a hooker with the big tits and too much 
makeup. "We watched you earlier when you jacked off 
and we thought we could help you do it again. Can we 
come in?" She pushed past me before I could respond. 
Her companion, Miss Plain Jane frumpy pants, wet 
crotch frumpy pants, hesitated, then came in as well.

"What?" I exclaimed, still wiping the sleep from my 
eyes. I looked at them, looked at the empty hallway, 
looked back at them and then closed the door.

"What?" I repeated, still shaking my head and rubbing 
my eyes.

"I'm sorry," said the hooker. "My name's Mary and this 
is Laura. We were at a bridal shower this evening, 
across the street, and we watched you jack off, and we 
thought you might like to do it again, with our help."

"What? You watched me earlier?" I asked, still trying 
to shake the sleep out of my head.

"Yes, with a telescope," said hooker Mary.

"Oh shit," I muttered, staring out the window. I 
recovered my composure. "How'd you get in here 
anyway?"

"I live two floors up," replied plain Jane frumpy 
pants Laura, wet crotch frumpy pants Laura. She 
continued, "We got really hot watching you earlier, 
all of us did, and we thought, um, Mary and I thought, 
um, thought you might like to masturbate again. With 
our help."

I stood there, staring at them for a moment. I wonder, 
appreciative hooker hottie, or appreciative plain 
Jane? Wet crotch plain Jane. Maybe it was time to test 
the locksmith's theory of women.

END



  
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