Sunday Morning View - Is it peeping if you're standing on the
sidewalk? (voy, exhib, FF)

Can I get arrested for this?  I mean, it's not like I've got my
face planted on her window.  I'm standing on the sidewalk for
god's sake and up until 30 seconds ago, I was merely walking by,
minding my own business.  Now I can't move.  It's like my feet
are anchored into the pavement, my eyes glued on the woman seated
at the computer in her den.

It's still dark out; the sun won't be up for a couple more hours.
People aren't supposed to be up this early in the morning,
especially on a Sunday.  I was, but only because I couldn't
sleep.  I sometimes go for a walk when I can't sleep, to burn off
some energy and then, maybe, take a nap later to make up for it.
But she's awake too, sitting at her computer.  I wouldn't call
her especially pretty, more plain than pretty.  Maybe it's just a
lack of make up.  While there is a touch of gray in her blond
hair, her skin is toned and tight.  If I had passed her by on the
street, I probably wouldn't have paid her much notice.  But now,
now I can't take my eyes off of her.

She's seated on a wide padded office chair, half facing the
computer, half facing the window I'm staring through.  One hand
is working the mouse and occasionally fingering the keyboard.
The other hand is pressed between her thighs, underneath the hem
of the low cut night shirt she's wearing, her thumb apparently
making small circular motions, probably around her clit.  As I
watch, the hand on the mouse moves to the left shoulder of her
night shirt and pulls it down, exposing her breast.  A large,
plump, sagging breast with a huge areola and a stiff, erect
nipple.   Surely she must know her window blinds are open to the
street.  Surely she must know someone might be watching.  Her
hand begins to massage the breast and tweak and pinch, and pinch
hard, the nipple, making it even harder.

She turns her head and calls out to someone else in another room.
A husband, maybe?  I can't make out the words.  My growing
erection is getting uncomfortable.  It's trapped, straining
against my shorts.  I reach in to adjust it, freeing it so it can
continue to stiffen.  When I look up, another woman is in the
room, her back to the window.  She also has a touch of gray in
her brunette hair and is wearing a short robe of a light fabric,
cotton maybe, or silk, revealing a plump pair of thighs sticking
out from beneath the hem.  The two of them are looking at the
computer screen, grinning and talking quietly.  What are they
looking at, I wonder, a porn video maybe?  Brunette suddenly
undoes her robe and tosses it aside, now revealing not just a
plump pair of thighs, but also a wide, plump pair of naked ass
cheeks.  At the same time, Blondie stands, pulls her night shirt
up and over her head, lays it down on the seat of the chair and
sits back down, her legs spread wide and her shaved pussy lips
available for my full inspection.  She glances at the open
window.

My mind is racing.  Oh god, please don't close the blinds.
Please, don't close the blinds.  Please, please, please.  Don't
close the blinds.  She closes her eyes instead and leans her head
back.  "Thank you, thank you," I whisper.

Blondie is massaging and squeezing one of her erect nipples with
one hand and stroking her inner pussy lips with the other.  Her
first two fingers are stroking downward along the folds and when
the V reaches her clit she squeezes her fingers together,
pinching it.  She then draws her hand back up and starts the
motion over again, and again, and again.  The outer lips are
swelling, getting plumper and pinker by the moment.

Brunette is kneeling by the chair.  Her mouth has sucked in the
areola of Blondie's other tit and she is working it with her lips
and probably her tongue as well.  Her hand is getting wet,
glistening in the light from the computer desk overhead lamp, wet
with the pussy juice leaking from Blondie.  She is caressing and
massaging the lower folds around the hole, rubbing her fingers,
both front and back, as well as the back and palm of her hand
around and around.  A finger slides in, then two.  They withdraw
and two other fingers slide in.  Blondie is now gasping, her
mouth hanging open, her breasts rising and falling irregularly.

Brunette says something to Blondie, who pauses for a moment and
then slides her hips slightly forward on the seat cushion, giving
Brunette more access.  A finger from Brunette's wet hand slides
into Blondie's asshole.  Blondie lets out a loud gasp, so loud
even I can hear it.  Two fingers go in and the gasps continue,
along with moans.  The head of my fully stiff erection is now
rubbing against the elastic band of my shorts, irritating the
head.  I lower the band slightly and allow the head to peek out
and massage the leaking percum with the palm of my hand.  When I
look back, there are now three fingers in Blondie's asshole.
"Holy shit," I whisper, as I watch the three fingers roughly
swirl and stroke and work into the hole, then back out, then in
again.

Both of Blondie's hands are now working her pussy lips and hole.
One and two fingers are alternately slipping into the hole, deep
into the hole, while the heel of her hand is compressing and
sliding across her clit, now a large, swollen nub.  Her body is
beginning the tense and rock, relaxes a bit and then tenses
again.  Brunette stops sucking Blondie's breast and moves down
between her legs, taking Blondie's clit into her mouth, working
her lips and head back and forth, up and down and occasionally in
a circular motion, her fingers still in Blondie's asshole.

Blondie's body is now beginning to convulse irregularly and her
breathing is becoming labored, her sagging breasts rising and
falling erratically.  Her legs wrap around Brunette's lower back,
her hands pressing on the back of the other woman's neck and
head.  Blondie suddenly lets out a long, loud moan as her hips
rise to meet Brunette's mouth.  She holds there for a moment and
then collapses back into the chair, causing it to shift out from
under her and roll across the room.  Both women collapse onto the
hardwood floor.  There is a loud scream, which I initially
thought was a scream of pain, but the two of them are soon
laughing hysterically, rolling back and forth on the floor,
locked in each others arms.

The whole massaging, rubbing, finger sliding and sucking sequence
took no more than about ten minutes. Should I leave now, I
wonder?  Should I get back to the house before someone else goes
for a walk and sees this huge, aching bulge in the front of my
shorts?  When they calm down a bit, I still can't move my feet.
Blondie slides up onto Brunette and the two of them exchange spit
in a long, tongue to mouth kiss.  Still laying one atop the
other, both of them turn to look up at the computer monitor then
turn to look at the window and smile.  Now giggling, they sit up,
face the window while still seated on the floor, wiggle their
breasts and spread their legs and wave.

"Holy shit, they can see me?" I mutter under my breath.  "No,
can't be.  They can't possibly see me in the dark.  They can't!
No way!"

They're standing now, smiling, pointing toward the front entrance
to the house and waving for me to come in.  I look over at the
front door and then I see it.  A security camera, mounted high up
in the alcove.  That's what they were looking at on the computer
monitor, a closed circuit feed from the camera.

"They set me up," I whispered, smiling and chuckling.  My feet
can move now.  Before my knuckles hit the wood on the front door,
it opens.  Both women grab my arm.

"Hi," said Brunette, "Get in here," said Blondie, as they pull me
inside and shut the door.

A day and a half later, I'm walking back home with a stupid grin
on my face.  I have a sore dick, a sore asshole, chapped lips and
I'm a bit lighter in weight, having had my balls and prostate
completely drained of cum.  Now it's time for a nap.



  
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