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I have always been a voyeur. Not the Peeping Tom kind, but more the kind that likes to watch while someone enjoys the act of being watched. It’s rare to find a lady who is convinced that your intentions are totally visual, but over the years I have met a few who are either secret or very not secret exhibitionists. Let’s call them Zoe, Vikki and Stephanie. This is what happened.
ZOE
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Zoe was twenty five. I’d known her through work and we’d always chatted, nothing sexual for a few years, just chats about things that were happening at work or in the world over a coffee break or on our way out of the building. Then after three years I was saddened when she left the company to go and live with her boyfriend ‘up north’. Around six months past when out of the blue I received a text message from Zoe. It was late I. The evening and I was laying in bed watching a movie. I was surprised she should be in touch. At first the messages were about work, life and the usual. Soon, Zoe mentioned that she was very bored living so far away from her family. It may have been the lateness of the hour, it may have been the distance but I sent a message saying that ‘all work and no play can make for a very dull life’, I wondered if she would get my meaning. The reply I received made my cock start to throb.
‘Play I do too much of especially when he’s working nights. I’m playing a bit now. Thinking I’m about who you used to look at my bum’.
I was a bit shocked but then smiled and started wanking slowly, in between replies. I soon said that ‘many nights I’ve wanked remembering how good your bum looked in leggings’
Then silence. I put it down to Zoe falling asleep, me going too far. Just silence. The next day after hearing nothing I sent her message to say I hoped she was okay and that I hadn’t meant to offend. Hours passed and then on the stroke of six o’clock my phone buzzed. A picture of Zoe leaning over her sofa in the black leggings. Her dark red hair unmistakable and the big bum and small waist every bit as desirable as always.
‘I thought you’d enjoy this. My apology for falling asleep last night after I’d cum’ she said in the message that followed soon after the picture.
Over the next few weeks I began to realise that what Zoe was doing was spending the week where her boyfriend was working the day shift by sending the occasional furtive pic and message. A glimpse of her bum, a cheeky shot of her in boots and knickers. Always no face but unmistakably Zoe. Then in the week where he was on nights the messages flowed between us. I knew that Zoe was on her bed, taking instruction from me on how and when to use her toys to make herself cum. A few weeks of this and I couldn’t resist. I asked her if she could ever get away for the weekend. To come. To stay and to play.
At first Zoe was unsure, but a day or so later she had it all worked out. She would say she was visiting a friend in London and stop at mine instead. I double checked again and again that week to make sure that she was 100% up for it. Soon enough the Friday that Zoe was set to leave came around. Around lunchtime, I receive a message saying ‘Just setting off’ and all afternoon I couldn’t help but look out of the office window on the sunny hot day, imagining Zoe in her little car driving Southwards. I couldn’t wait to see her. To watch her. To delight in her.
At around five, just as I arrived home, another message.
‘Just in the services. Getting changed in the loo’.
I sent a query back ‘Changed?’
‘Well I didn’t want to leave the house in a sexy outfit did I?’
I asked what she was wearing, but no reply. She had said she was about an hour away and I watched the seconds tick by. Minutes going slowly and then without any message the BUZZZzzzzz of my flat intercom. I went over and heard her laughing as I picked up ‘Finally arrived and I need a pee’ she said. I buzzed her up and thirty seconds later she had arrived at my door.
I opened it and she came into the hallway. She had dressed for me, not the weather, that was for sure. She wore black leggings with black boots and a tight white t shirt and leather jacket. All highlighting the red colouring in her hair. I could feel my cock getting harder as we hugged, slightly awkwardly in the hall. ‘Well this is crazy’ she said and looked around ‘I’ve never been to your place before’
I took her into the living room and she admired the big corner sofa and the views from the window as we were 7 floors up. Then she turned to me and said. ‘I’m glad I came, so fucking glad. But I need a pre’. I told her where the bathroom was and sat down as she left the room, opening the bottle of wine that was on the coffee table. A few minutes later she arrived back. Minus the leather jacket and with a smile said ‘The last part of that journey was bloody hot!’
She turned and went to the half open window and elaborately leaned out, sticking her bum out as she did. I let out a moan of approval and she looked at me over her shoulder. ‘As good as you remember?’
‘Oh yes, in fact the northern climate has made it even more adorable’ I said.
She let out a long ‘hmmmmmmmm’ and looked out of the window once more. Talking to me as she did. ‘Maybe you deserve a closer look than you’ve ever had before’.
I didn’t have the chance to reply. She began to slowly pull down her leggings. Revealing her bum inch by inch teasingly. I could see she was wearing a purple g-string and then her bum in all its glory. Her leggings were pulled down to her thighs and she opened her legs more. The g-string disappearing even more. Then with an arch of her back a delightful glimpse of her covered pussy. The light purple of the g string a distinct darker colour.
‘You are very wet Zoe’. She turned away from the window and comedically waddled to the sofa where she sat down and started to unzip her boots. ‘I’ve been wet all the drive. Do you want to see my pussy then?’ She asked.
‘Of course I do’ I replied.
‘Pour me a wine then’.
She unzipped the boots and removed her leggings and as I poured us both a generous glass of wine she pulled the boots back on and took off her t-shirt. Revealing a matching purple bra. I pushed the glass across the coffee table towards her and we both held our glasses up. ‘Here’s to being naughty’ she said and took a swig of the wine. Placing her glass back down on the table she looked me in the eye and very deliberately stayed to open her legs. One booted foot arriving on the sofa the other on the floor. Her legs spread wide on the sofa. Her hand drifted down her body, slowly teasingly and started to run across the thin material covering what was clearly a very very smooth pussy.
‘I’ve never shown you my pussy have I?’ Zoe teased as I couldn’t take my eyes off it. He finger toying with the side of the flimsy material, and then in one movement she pulled it to one side, revealing a glistening little slit with perfectly puffy lips. I watched as she started to spread her lips. ‘Watch me, watch me finger fuck my cunt’ she said, almost dream like.
She proceeded to play with herself in front of me. I reached for my fly to release my hard cock and Zoe immediately stopped playing looking at me with fake sternness ‘No, not yet. Just watch me’.
I leaned back into the sofa and picked up my wine, Zoe nodded and started to play again. Rubbing her clit, I watched every moment until she came hard, there on my sofa and after a moment to get her breath back she took her glass and raised it to me. ‘Now you can get your cock out’ stand up and want over me’.
I smiled and stood. Pulling my jeans and boxers down, releasing my cock. Just as Zoe clambered onto all fours on the sofa. Leaning over the back she thrust out her bum then pulled her knickers go one side. She looked at me over her shoulder ‘I wanna see you cum’
She spread her cheeks for me and I wanked furiously. Then as she pulled her knickers across the cheeks of her bum I started to cum. The look on her face and the sight of her pussy made me explode. All over the coffee table, and I swear some landed in her wine. I kept pumping as she urged ‘That’s it wank over me you fucker’ and finally there was none left. I sat on the sofa, stepping out of my jeans as I did so.
‘Well, I guess that’s a good start to the weekend’ Zoe said as she lifted the wine and drank it all down, then held it out for more.
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Great start thanks OP |
