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The Voyeur

Written by Roger, AKA DirtyBoy

“I… I heard you touching yourself last night…”

She just comes out and says it, right out of the blue, just like that. Something about hearing her say it makes you immediately wet.

You’re not sure how to answer, and you can feel yourself blushing.

“Oh god…” you reply. “I’m really sorry… I guess I thought you wouldn’t be able to hear me at the top of the house here…”

You’re lying, of course. You wanted her to hear you. It’s what you intended.

She’s been staying with you for a few days now, and you haven’t been able to get her out of your head since she arrived.

She’s just so damn beautiful - the way she looks, the way she dresses, even the way she walks… you’ve tried not to look at her, not to think about her that way, but the more time you spend with her, the more you want her.

It’s become a delicious, pulsing ache.

You’d gone up to see her in her room, just for a girly chat, you’d told yourself, and okay, so what if you were wearing that tiny, tight little t-shirt that showed off your belly, and the clingiest, sexiest, slinkiest hipster jeans that you had in your wardobe, the ones that made your legs look incredibly long and fabulous - that was just a coincidence, of course.

So you’d been talking for a while, and you’re both now sat on her big bed, pretty casually, your friend leaning against the head of the bed, wearing a tight black vest and the shortest of skirts, with you sitting cross-legged opposite her, just talking about clothes, and shoes, and guys and stuff… and suddenly she just says it:

“I… I heard you touching yourself last night…”

“Oh god…” you hear yourself lying, wondering if she’ll notice the dishonesty, “I’m really sorry… I guess I thought you wouldn’t be able to hear me at the top of the house here…”

Of course, you knew she could hear you. You’d had your bedroom door open, after all, knowing the sounds would drift up the staircase.

Knowing she’d hear you.

Wanting her to hear you.

There had been a moment, immediately after your delightfully intense (and rather vocal) orgasm, when you’d suddenly felt embarrassed at your behavior, regretting your actions, wondering what she’d think of you.

That feeling , however, had passed quickly, when you heard her come too, moments after you - a much quieter orgasm than yours, a sudden urgent movement of the bedsprings, a soft, stifled groan of pleasure.

You knew then that she’d heard you, and you knew it had excited her intensely.

“It’s okay…” she replies, and she blushes too, wondering if perhaps she shouldn’t have said anything. “It wasn’t a complaint or anything… I mean, it’s not a big deal… and I really don’t mind… it’s just that I thought I’d better tell you… you know… that I can hear you…”

“I think I might have been a little loud last night,” you admit. “I sort of forgot you were here staying with me once I got into the thick of it…”

“No, really, I don’t mind, honest…” she answers. “I mean… I quite like being loud too, so it’s really not a problem - I just thought I ought to tell you, just in case you’d rather I couldn’t hear…”

For a moment you almost apologize again and move the conversation on - but it suddenly occurs to you that she didn’t have to mention it - if it didn’t bother her, why tell you?

Is she really concerned about your privacy, or is there something else behind the comment…? There’s only one way to find out, and that’s to take the bait - with your heart beating a little faster, you come up with the best response you can think of…

“I don’t mind if you can hear me… if you’re sure it doesn’t annoy you…?”

“No…” she blushes again, “I mean… can I be honest with you…?”

“Of course you can.”

“Well… it’s the first time I’ve ever heard anyone… you know… doing it… I mean, I’ve seen a couple of films and stuff, but just Hollywood, just pretend, you know? So that was the first time….”

“The first time you’ve heard anyone actually masturbating…”

She shifts a little on the bed - is she feeling uncomfortable with the conversation, or aroused…?

You’re almost certain it’s the latter.

“Yes…” she says, “and you were going for quite a while… and I didn’t really mean to listen… I was gonna put on the tv or something… but I didn’t… I listened to all of it… everything… and I wasn’t sure whether to tell you, but I kind of feel guilty ’cause you’ve been so good putting me up, y’know… and now I kind of feel like I’ve been spying on you or something…”

She’s so damn sweet you could keep her in a box… or is she?

She’s so practiced about this, so skilled at getting people on her side, is she really as innocent as she pretends? Or has she mentally rehearsed this conversation? Is she testing you just as you’re testing her?

“You weren’t spying,” you smile, “I mean, it’s not like you were hidden in the wardrobe taking photos or anything”. She laughs gently, seeming a little relieved, so you decide to push it a little further. “You’re sure it wasn’t off-putting? It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable or queasy or anything? I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable…”

“No, really…” she smiles, blushing again just a little, “I mean… to be honest…… are you sure you don’t mind me talking about this?”

“No, really,” you smile, “carry on…”

“Well, it turned me on, y’know? It feels funny telling you this… but… well, that’s why I kept listening… I couldn’t stop listening… so… y’know… it was really exciting for me…”

You can feel yourself getting very wet. She’s looking a little flushed too, and you know it isn’t embarrassment this time.

“Did you come…? Do you mind me asking…? I know it’s a weird question, I was just wondering…”

You already know the reply, of course.

“No…” she smiles, looking you almost in the eye. “No, I don’t mind you asking… and yes… yes I did come…”

You both go quiet for a couple of moments - there’s a tension in the room now.

“Well…” you begin, wondering how to phrase it without sounding too slutty, “you can listen whenever you want to… I don’t mind… if it excites you…” There’s a pause for a moment. “Do you want me to change the subject?”

“I think you’d better,” she grins, “I’m getting turned on here.”

“Me too,” you smile, teasingly, “but it’s a nice kind of turned on.”

“Same here,” she smiles, “sort of warm and wriggly and nice and stuff. Sort of embarrassing too, admitting it…”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” you smile. “I don’t mind you getting turned on if we talk about sex, it’s normal”.

“Yeah, I know,” she giggles, “but much more of this and I’m gonna have to chuck you out of the room so I can see to myself.”

“You’d throw me out of your room?” you smile. “So cruel! I’m a good girl!”

She laughs again. “Well alright, maybe not throw you out, but you’d have to turn away and cover your ears for a bit”.

“You wouldn’t let me listen?” you smile, “after you’ve listened to me? What kind of deal is that?”

“You’re terrible,” she grins. “Okay, well maybe you could listen - and then I’d throw you out!”

“That’s not so bad,” you smile, “I definitely like the idea of listening…”

“Are you serious?’ she grins. “You’d want to listen to me, while I… y’know… while I masturbate…?”

“Definitely,” you smile, “I mean, it’s only fair…”

She goes quiet for a few seconds. What started as a tease is suddenly becoming a little more serious.

“And would you watch…? Would you want to watch me…?”

Another pause. It’s quite the most erotic question she’s ever asked you.

“Yes,” you reply. “I’d want to watch you. Very much. I love to watch…”

The room goes quiet again. She looks you right in the eye, and you both hold the gaze. She looks like she’s making a decision.

You’re about to change the subject, to let her off the hook for a while… but before you can speak, she sits back against the head of the bed, still looking at you, flushed and nervous all at the same time, and as you watch, your heart now beating very very fast, she slowly tugs up her short skirt, all the way up to her small white knickers, parting her legs just a little.

She looks towards you, nervously…

You can’t look away - you don’t know what to say - and as you watch, your heart beating faster, she slides a hand down between her open thighs, touching herself gently through her panties - just a slow, gentle rubbing, still watching you… her fingers barely moving… and then as quickly as she began, she slips her hand away again, her face a little flushed as she tugs her skirt back down.

“I’m sorry…” she blushes, “I don’t know why I did that… I feel silly now…”

“No, it’s okay,” you reply, “you looked beautiful… I didn’t want you to stop…”

“Really…?”

“Yes, really… please… carry on… I don’t mind… I want to watch you…”

“I don’t know… I’ve never…”

“Please…” you insist. “You looked so beautiful… show me… please…”

She smiles at you again, looking a little shy, settling back down and leaning against the head of the bed, slowly tugging up her skirt again. She watches you all the time, still slightly embarrassed, but clearly getting very aroused.

She slides her hand back down between her thighs, sliding over the crotch of her panties, and as you watch, she begins to rub… slowly… firmly… her fingers moving in a gentle rhythm, round and round, rubbing herself through her small white panties.

You can’t take your eyes off her - your lips are dry, your heart pounding, watching her fingers trace round and round… watching her face… her delightful body laid back as she strokes, slowly, rhythmically.

You’re getting so, so wet.

You can’t resist - still watching her, you slide a hand up to your breasts, cupping one of them through your t-shirt, squeezing gently. She’s starting to look very turned on - a nervous, excited expression of intense arousal - she wants this - she wants to come for you - you squeeze your thighs together rhythmically - you know you’re going to have to touch yourself soon, watching her is getting you so hot…

She sees your hand at your breast - she makes another decision, and sits up for a moment, tugging up her small black vest, pulling it off over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up.

She smiles at you, blushing again a little as she leans back, her hand back at her crotch, her panties visibly dampening.

She looks so beautiful, so sensual, her hair draped on the pillow, one hand down between her thighs, stroking slowly, the other at her naked breasts, stroking, squeezing, her nipples hard as she caresses herself deliciously.

You need to reciprocate - you want her to see you naked - tugging up your small t-shirt, you pull it off over your head - she gasps deliciously, looking at your naked breasts, her fingers rubbing a little harder - she makes another decision, unzipping her skirt, pulling it quickly down her long thighs, kicking it onto the floor, now only wearing her small white panties, which are visibly wet as she rubs harder at her cunt through the thin cotton of her knickers.

You can’t take much more - this is turning you on so much - you unzip your jeans, knowing she’s watching you as you slip your hand down inside, down to your sex, surprised just how wet you are, dipping your finger into the warm wetness, spreading it up to your clit, rubbing round and round, watching her, so turned on now.

She gasps, trembling a little, quickly tugging down her small panties, dropping them onto the floor by the bed, leaning back again, her eyes never leaving you, spreading her legs a little more.

You can see everything now - her gorgeous breasts, her smooth, firm belly, dusting of pubic hair between her open thighs, her fingers sliding round and round her clit, her cunt swollen, visibly wet, drop of her wetness dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

It’s all you can take - you pull down your jeans and panties, tugging them off, leaving you naked too, spreading your thighs for her, sliding your wet fingers over your cunt, stroking, teasing, so wet.

She gasps as you slide two fingers slowly into your sex, getting them wet, stroking, rubbing, and she’s getting closer to her own orgasm, her fingers skidding gorgeously around her deliciously wet clit…

You can feel yourself trembling - you’re not sure you can hold it back much longer - she’s rubbing hard now, a hand cupping one of her breasts, stroking, rubbing, squeezing - she’s so close… so wet… she groans deliciously… “Ohhh God… Ohhh God I’m gonna come…”

It’s all you can take - you can’t hold it back any longer - you start to convulse, trying to keep watching her, delicious pulses of pleasure surging through your body - so hard - so intense - you feel a sudden gush of wetness from your cunt - and that’s it - you come, hard, urgent, groaning with intense pleasure - she gasps deliciously - it’s all she can take - she thrusts her fingers into her cunt, rubbing so hard, her back arching, her thighs trembling, crying out intensely as she comes:

“Fuckk…. Fuckkk… I’m cominnggg…. UUNNHHHHH!” - she convulses hard - her wetness streaming from her cunt as she comes… both of you trembling on the bed… hot and wet…

Your fingers still deep inside your cunt, squeezing around them, teasing yourself, greedy to touch her, needing to taste her, not wanting the sensations to end, your gaze wandering over her naked body, taking it all in, wanting her so badly…

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About the Author: Roger is the very adored author behind the well known DirtyBoy’s Erotica Blog. Not only does he write some of the very best erotica on the net, he’s also one of the friendliest bloggers I know. “The Voyeur” came in second place in Speak Sexy’s Erotica Contest 2007, and I’d like to take this opportunity to thank him for this amazingly hot entry!

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speaksexy @ December 31, 2007