Secret Voyeur

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For this story, here’s the instruction I got from a girl who loves to be an exhibitionist:

“I still want a secret voyeur story for me; an unknown voyeur story. I want it from your point of view. You spying on me and never letting me know that you are enjoying me, just looking and enjoying yourself at my expense. Sometimes I could be fully dressed and sometimes less. It all depends on when you spy on me…”

I was in a hotel. I was there for work, but I hate the uniform sameness of corporate style hotels so I’d booked into a more boutique and more intimate place, somewhere unique that linked me to this city and the adventures that were possible here. I’d stayed there before so it was easy to relax into the atmosphere; quirky decoration, nice restaurant attached and usually interesting people to see. Sometimes I might want to speak to people — and they frequently had interesting tales to tell — but more often I’d just blend into the background and people watch. The hotel was in the “entertainment” district of the city so there would be people coming in for drinks and a meal pre-theatre, couples coming to the “big city” to have a meal, take in a show, live a little, businessmen like me — well, not quite like me — meeting up for a liaison with a lover or an escort. If I was very lucky, I was there when the fetish club down the street was holding an event. The dress code was quite — strict? — is that the right word? It could be called liberal I suppose as the girls were dressed in very revealing and skimpy clothing, designed to be torn off in passion or left in place while ties and straps were attached and whip strokes delivered…

But I’m getting distracted from this story. This particular night was a quiet night. I was sat in my corner chair, idly reading the newspaper and filling in the crossword when this woman turned up. Young enough to have a hot figure and lithe body, old enough to be a MILF with all the experience that implied. You know what a MILF is? Of course you do! Well, this M was definitely one I’d L to F. She had the air of a woman with confidence and the knowledge that her body could attract any man. Clearly fit and toned, no spare fat but curves in all the right places. Not heavily busted — but that’s my preference anyway — enough to hold on to and with nipples large enough to entice and tease. Bum big enough to take a good grip of from behind; not a teenage arse, all bone and no cushioning. No. Ripe, rounded and fit for a slap and bouncy enough to take a good pounding. And the hair, just short of shoulder length, full and slightly curled and with a tinge of red. Red for danger, red as a warning, red for sparkles and pale delicate skin, aching to be creamed and stroked.

The dress she wore was tightly fitted to accentuate her figure and reinforce the idea that this woman had muscles and stamina whilst remaining all woman. It was light and summery, low cut in the top and high on the thigh. More interestingly — to me at least — there were buttons up the front with enough undone to show a bit of thigh as she walked and a lot of boob when she bent over, placing her handbag on the floor near the stool where she sat at the bar.

She looked around, turnning on her stool and her glance moved across me, not taking in the man staring at her and taking her shape in. She turned to the barman and ordered a drink — something alcoholic but long and tall, the sort of drink intended to last a while — while she waited for someone to arrive or to stretch the evening out? She talked to the barman a little, shaking her head, making those red curls fly and shimmer from the lights above the bar. She placed a room card on the bar to indicate to the barman to charge the drink to her room — so she was staying here, not just a blow-in from the street. Her drink arrived and she twirled the cocktail stick in it. Facing the entrance and side on to me, she took a sip, her bright red lipsticked lips curling around the glass rim.

I could feel myself getting attracted to this woman and being drawn into a fantasy of what she would look like without the dress; how she would react to my approaches, how she would kiss, how she would move against me. My newspaper remained on the table as I relaxed in my seat and made myself more comfortable without drawing attention to myself.

I watched as she put her drink down, got off her stool and hunched down to get something from her bag. As she bent over, I could see straight down the top of her kırşehir escort dress, revealing the swell of her breasts to my gaze. As she crouched, her breasts — even as small as they were – were pushed into a cleavage. With the top buttons of her dress undone, she risked showing me her nipples but didn’t seem careful of that exposure. The hem of her dress rode up as she struggled for balance on her heels and she spread her legs slightly. The short dress opened and I saw into the gap between her thighs, almost to her panties. Was she wearing any? The dress was tight and I wondered if I had seen a tell-tale line. She retrieved a magazine from her bag and stood up again, leaving her bag on the floor and brushing her dress straight again. She obviously felt the dress a little tight around her legs as she undid another button from the bottom as she sat down and crossed her legs — now side on to me again, I saw a large expanse of bare thigh.

Now maybe most men’s fantasies at this stage would have gone in the direction of stockings — either hold-ups or with garter belts — and the contrast between the dark fabric of the stockings, the lacey tops, the milky white skin above with the promise of more delights even higher. But my feelings with this woman were that her skin tone and red hair were far better suited to bare skin, freckles, a light brush of hair covering her pussy — have you read the book Perfume? Then you’ll know what I mean. As she concentrated on her paper and a light frown appeared on her forehead, I felt an erection begin as I thought of the possibilities that might arise if I were to approach her at the bar.

I put my hand down and adjusted my trousers so my cock had room to swell. I saw the woman as, lost in her thoughts, she idly stroked her fingers along the edge of her dress as it fell across her chest. Pulling at the fabric a little and using her nicely manicured fingernails to gently scratch at her skin. I wondered how it would feel if she used those fingers and those movements on my cock as it further stiffened and grew. She slipped her hand inside the open flap of the dress and it seemed to me as though she cupped her breast, teased her nipple, maybe even squeezed it as her lips pursed. Whatever the magazine was, it was clearly stirring something in her — or was this show intended for the barman who stood not so far away, cleaning and stacking glasses, no-one else in the bar to serve?

Her hand came out from her dress. She uncrossed her legs and adjusted her seated position on her stool, flipping the dress behind her to sit bare-arsed on the stool with the dress loose over the back. As the dress lifted, I tried to focus at the distance to see what she wore underneath. I saw the outline of her bum-cheeks with the crease at the top of her thighs but no sign of fabric. Flesh coloured? Thong? Or nothing? I could only hope. My mind wandered as my cock reached full excitement. I thought about how I would take the woman, bend her over the bar with words of soft encouragement, lift up the hem of the dress and expose her, stroking her pussy from clit to opening before unzipping and entering her. Pressing her chest flat to the bar, turning her head sideways and using a hand to open the dress as I would thrust inside her, hearing her gasp as I’d part her cheeks and feel myself as my cock moved to and fro.

That remained a fantasy as I saw her swivelling on the stool, reading her magazine, swaying her legs, her heels loose on her feet, emphasising the unbuttoned dress as it revealed and hid the flesh of her thighs. She finished her drink and signalled to the barman. “Room 302, remember,” I heard her say as she slid off the stool and again showed off her bum as her legs hit the floor and her dress stayed hooked to the stool. As she slid and the dress stayed in place, the dress rode up more than halfway up her cheeks, this time showing me completely the colour of the thong she was wearing. Red! Again, red was a warning. Not to approach without a lot of bravery and caution. My erection remained full. I saw her catch the skirt of the dress and put it back into place, then bend over to put the magazine away and pick up her bag. I was left looking, not knowing whether to try to see more of her arse or to try and catch sight of her breasts.

One of the interesting features of the hotel was that it was in an old building with rooms in odd locations. I’d stayed there a sufficient number of times that I malatya escort knew the rooms I preferred and those I would avoid. They were all well-appointed, with nice furnishings and luxurious bedding and fabrics. The preferred locations were because of the views available. I was delighted when I heard that the woman was staying in room 302. I was on the 4th floor, 1 floor above her, and I knew that from my room, it would be possible to see the windows and some of the interior of her room. I was hoping that the woman’s obvious exhibitionist streak would extend to her activities in her room. I let her leave and catch the elevator, then allowed a little time before settling my bill at the bar and going upstairs as well.

I entered my room and left the lights off while I went to the window. Yes! The lights were on in room 302 and the curtains were open. As I watched from the privacy of my room above — no-one ever looks up do they? — I saw the woman come to the window. I thought she was going to close the curtains, but either my luck was in or she thought no-one was watching or she genuinely liked to show off — for whatever reason, she stood by the open curtains facing outwards and began to unbutton the dress. I watched as her body came into view. The buttons came undone gradually from the top. She managed to hold the sides of the dress over her breasts as the undone buttons reached the middle of her waist. I couldn’t stop my hand wandering down to the front of my trousers and feeling the erection which had grown again. She didn’t look up or give any sign that she was being watched as she continued to release each button. She lifted up the hem of the dress to release more buttons from the bottom. Finally, there was just one button holding the whole of the dress in place as I unzipped my trousers and released my cock from its hiding place, stroking it to full length.

The woman’s breasts swelled within the open dress, no bra in sight. She pulled at one side to reveal an erect nipple and her finger and thumb squeezed and pulled to extend the small button. Her freckles stood out and the small blancmange of breast quivered slightly as she pulled and released the pink nipple. She left the dress loose outside her breast and pulled the other side clear, doing the same thing to the other nipple. Her head went backwards, her mouth opened and her tongue emerged and her eyes closed as she relished the sensation. Clearly, she was doing this for her own entertainment; I stroked my cock as if in homage to her own excitement. This time as she tweaked her nipple, her other hand disappeared inside her dress and down in the region of her legs. I still couldn’t see her panties covering her pussy but I anticipated that she was doing what I was doing as my hand moved faster and more urgently, the blood rushing to my prick as I hung onto the window surround.

I found moisture at the tip of my cock and spread it around. I wondered if she had found similar juices in her pussy when I saw her hand emerge and go to her mouth, licking her fingers. Her breasts were fully revealed now. In the light from her room, I saw her pale pink skin, her red hair curled around her shoulders, the freckled and reddened chest with twin mounds of pale breast and raised nipples. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders. Still tight, it clung to her waist, tightened by the remaining button and prevented from dropping by her spread out legs. Finally, she released the last button and the dress fell. I wondered how much longer this show would continue as I stroked my leaking cock. Her panties came in view and as the dress pooled around her ankles, her hand again went between her legs and caressed her pussy. Her other hand went to her buttocks and pushed forwards as both hands now worked her lower lips.

At last, she put both hands to the sides of the lacy thong and pushed it down, displaying a trimmed red V of a bush between her legs. Her hand moved into the V and she began to rub furiously, giving me the signal to do the same. I’m sure I came first, my seed erupting from the tip of my cock in a long spurt, my cock continuing to jerk and spill sperm as the woman’s legs gave way a little and I saw her mouth open. I imagined her sighs and groans as she flung her head back and forward. I imagined I was there in the room to collect her in my arms and carry her to the soft mattress and lick up her cum before stimulating her to another orgasm, then beg for her to lick niğde escort me erect again.

I watched as the woman stepped free of her discarded dress and panties and step away from the lit window and open curtains. I saw her move away into the room, away from my gaze and I retreated to my own bathroom to clean myself, then get into bed and repeat the experience as I recollected every erotic second before growing erect and cumming again. I wondered how long the woman’s stay in the hotel was and hoped I would see her again, maybe introduce myself, maybe get to see her close up, maybe give window display of our own to anyone watching. I so wanted to fuck this lady, to have her dance on the end of my cock…

I woke; I was stiff with morning wood and I began to stroke myself again, remembering what I’d seen at the window. I wondered if the woman was lying in bed doing the same thing, bringing herself to another orgasm as she prepared for the day.

I got up — I slept naked — and went to my window to look down and left towards the woman’s room. Her curtains were still open and I found that if I brought my chair to the window and had a lower sitting position, I could see further into the room. I saw her lying on the bed, completely naked. On her front, spreadeagled across the bed. Nice to see the woman’s back after I’d seen so much of her front the night before. Her arms were spread across the pillows and her legs were wide open. As I watched, she stirred and I ducked behind the curtain — I shouldn’t have been so nervous — she merely shifted position a little and moved her hands. Leaving one on the pillow, the other crept down and sank down her flank, below her body, down under her hip and between her legs. It was so clear, I could see her fingers emerge from between her legs, pointing upwards as her palm cupped her pussy and began to press.

I was stunned at how clearly I could see, even from the distance and through two sets of windows. I saw as her fingers twitched and stroked at her pussy, then dipped inside her pussy, disappearing as they searched out her inner lips and the depths of her pussy. I watched as her arse cheeks flexed in reaction to the ministrations of her hand, obviously trying to enhance the sensations she was experiencing. I saw as her other hand twisted round her back and crept down to reach her lower back and pull at her arse cheek, pulling the cheeks apart and separating them. Her hand worked down the cleft between her cheeks, stimulating her arse-hole.

I continued to watch as she pleasured herself. I wondered if she knew that by leaving the curtains open, I was seeing her most intimate details. I thought back to the previous night, where I’d seen her in the bar, not seeming to be bothered by her casual display in a short and low-cut dress, then afterwards, seeing her cum and stroking myself to orgasm. I found that my hand had strayed to my own cock as I joined in with the woman again. I wasn’t paying attention when I turned to the window again and saw that the woman had turned over onto her back and was staring straight at me. I expected her to be horrified, to leap up and close the curtains. I thought, panicked at the thought of the hotel manager and the police turning up to throw me out.

Then I saw as the woman relaxed back, smiled and put her hands back to her pussy, turning on the bed and spreading her legs so they faced me, resting her fingers at her lips and spreading them so I saw her pleasure entrance and then feeding her fingers back inside to stroke, caress and stimulate her pussy and her clit. I saw her smile as she opened her eyes wide and looked at me, looked at my cock in my fist and licked her lips. I saw her begin to stroke faster and faster as I resumed my strokes, hanging on to the curtain and increasing my speed to match hers. This time I’m sure she came before I did. The shock of being busted rather interrupted my erection so I saw her arch her back as she came, violently thrashing on the sheets and throwing her head back on the pillows. I saw as she sat up on the bed and watched as I wrapped my hand around my cock and nursed it back to stiffness. I saw her sit, open-legged and rest her chin on her hand as she concentrated on me, then applaud as I came over the window, my cum landing in ropes against the glass. I saw her come to her window, fully naked, and plant a kiss on her glass before waving, then turning to go — presumably into her shower.

I stood there for a few minutes to recover, but she didn’t return so I went to get ready for my day. I wondered if she was — like me — staying for a few days and whether I’d see her at breakfast or later that day. Would she speak, would we sit together, would we look at each other across the room and wonder what might happen next…

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