Sep 22, 2009

I Just Want to Watch

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I realize that this is an unorthodox request, especially coming from a woman. Never known a woman who likes to spy and watch others having sex? Then either she was too uptight to admit it to you or even herself. I’ve posted this under W4M because I figure that more men will check here than women or couples. But I’m not looking to just watch a man by himself. My preference would be to watch a couple.

I’ve had fantasies bred by some really hot erotica books and blogs. Some scenarios I’ve wanked to are ones like I’m in my car at night in a parking lot that’s nearly empty – suddenly a car comes in, and no one gets out right away….but then they do. Both of them. Why? Because they can’t fuck IN the car. As I silently watch from the safety of my hiding spot, they fuck against and on the car. OR. Parking lot this time is in front of your apartment complex. You get your wife to feel kinky enough to fuck in full view of the window that I can see into, with enough lights on so I can clearly see. Obviously a level of trust is going to be necessary here, so this isn’t something to jump into blindly. I’m not doing this so that I can record you or take photos, you won’t find your bare asses posted somewhere on the internet. This is purely for my own fantasy enjoyment.

Yes I’m real, yes I’m female. This is just my particular kink and I’m trying to find a way to indulge in it. I don’t want to meet in person, this isn’t an ad for sex or to join you and your wife. This is not an ad to watch you jerk off while I sit in a chair. If I wanted to see that I’d log into a chat room. Please don’t suggest situations in which my safety would be compromised, I’m not that stupid.

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I posted that ad some time ago in my local Craigslist. I, surprisingly, didn’t get all that many replies. But I did find just one suitable reply – and in the end, one is better than none. We conversed for a week or two and fleshed out details.

He and his co-worker/mistress had started fucking in one of the empty offices where he works, whenever they work the later shift together. To keep up appearances she apparently pretends to leave when all others are going home, and then sneaks back in after the last one goes out. Their workplace is on the first floor in a large office building that is part of a complex of other buildings. In short, it’s not private property and my car there wouldn’t be conspicuous. He gave explicit directions as to which window (on the side) and which nights they closed up together. I didn’t tell him which night I’d be watching. I just randomly picked one.

I arrived early and put my seat back a little to read my book. It appeared as though I was waiting on someone, it was nothing to cause a second glance. A half hour later, as dusk was settling in, I noticed a lamp being turned on in the previously dark room. I quickly put my book down, put my glasses on and sat up in anticipation of the show. First I saw him alone; moments later she eagerly went to his arms. It was plainly obvious that they are a newer couple, still intent on devouring each other as much and as voraciously as possible. After a few steamy kisses she took note of the raised blinds and the lamp that was on; she said something to him and made a move to turn off the lamp – I held my breath as he quickly diverted her. He pressed his body up against hers from behind and wrapped his arms around her as his lips found her neck. She melted and slowly became more caught up in the lust. The moment his hand grabbed her hair was the moment I relaxed and knew she wouldn’t go for the lamp again.

The flames between them fanned quickly and they tore off each others’ clothes in that way that new lovers do. I felt my clit thump and pulse and knew how soaking wet I was already. I started slowly – my cunt already bared by my wearing a skirt and no panties – and I did something I never do when masturbating in semi-public locations. I took off my top. I pulled my breasts out of my bra cups and as I teased my wet cunt lips with one finger the other hand was busy pinching my nipples. I watched as they attacked each other with passionate kisses and gropes and fast movements; I was equally envious and turned on. I watched as she bent at the waist to suck his cock.

As she sucked his cock I started rubbing my clit in earnest. When it became a tug-of-war between them of his hips pumping to fuck her mouth and her sucking the life out of him, my own hips moved of their volition.

As he moved her up suddenly to sit on the desk I brought out my vibrator. When his lips locked around her nipple and his fingers dove for her cunt, she threw her head back in an obvious gasp of pleasure, my own gasps escaped as electricity flowed from my cunt and the vibrator worked its magic.

Then when he pushed her to lay back on the desk and his mouth sought out her cunt, I felt my orgasm begin to climb as I watched her back arch and her hands grab his head.

I couldn’t help it, moans and curses flew out as my cunt spasmed and flooded in a powerful orgasm. Mere moments later, before I could catch my breath or calm down my pounding heart, I witnessed her obvious climax from his oral skills.

He didn’t give her more than a moments rest before he sunk his cock easily into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist at first and then he grabbed her legs and pushed them back – this allowed me to see brief flashes of glistening cock as he pounded into her. Did he do this because he hoped I was watching?

As I watched her get fucked my own cunt needed more attention. I grabbed my Pure Wand to try to fill up my need for cock at that moment. It didn’t take much at all before I felt the frenzy of a building g-spot orgasm. I backed off on the bullet buzzing on my clit so that I could wait for them. I didn’t wait long.

He must have said something to her because she moved her hands to hold her own legs against her chest and she spread them as much as possible. He was fucking her so forcefully, with a hand digging into her hip, that I could see her tits jiggle. He moved his free hand to her cunt and presumably started rubbing her clit. Within minutes her body shook and twitched as she climaxed; the feeling of her convulsing cunt was too much for him to bear and I watched as he stopped pumping, leaned his upper body back a little and clenched his jaw. Without hearing them I knew how strongly they had just climaxed.

I returned the bullet to my clit as I witnessed the finale, I roughly fucked myself with the hot steel wand, and I had my own massive, wet, noisy orgasm.

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Aug 25, 2009

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Dressing Room Voyeur

It is rare these days to be in a dressing room that has curtains instead of doors. At first this made me insecure and paranoid that I wouldn’t get it closed just so. The curtain was very heavy so luckily it would not get disturbed by a breeze created by someone else going past it in the hallway. It was a T-shaped section in the middle of the store. In the front of the T were a few chairs, a large mirror, and exit doorways on either side. Going down the length of a short hallway were the dressing rooms. I was in the very first room closest to the chairs and exit.

I was surrounded by so many things in my little room, I just gathered up as much stuff in one run as possible. A few dresses, a few tops, a bunch of bras. After trying on the tops I found one I really liked but found that perhaps it would be more flattering in a different size. So out I went to grab a different one. As I padded back in and stopped to examine the one I had on in the large mirror, a cute guy sitting in one of the chairs complemented me quietly that the color was good for me. As I headed back into my little room his wife/girlfriend came to model her outfit for him. As I was trying on the second dress, a woman with a large armful of clothes swooped down the hallway, hangers sticking out and one or two heavily brushed my curtain. Apparently enough to make it move a little. I was left with a 2″ gap but I was all tangled up in the dress and unable to do anything about it. I got it on and fretted in the mirror over how it looked on me. I remembered the curtain and turned to seal that gap; as my hand went up I noticed the waiting guy staring right at me. Very boldly.

Startled and embarrassed I jumped back, my heart racing. Wondering what he saw. Feeling self conscious of my body. In a minute my adrenaline rush cleared and I peered out cautiously. Yet again his girl was out there twirling for his opinion. She was about my size, so I guess he wasn’t offended by my body. She headed back to her room and I leaned back so as not to be noticed by her. When I peered out again I saw him watching my space and he offered a tentative, flirtatious smile.

Well. Huh. Now what.

I left the curtain where it was.

From there on out, every move I made I was conscious that I might have an audience of one. When I started trying on my bras, I wore only my panties. When I needed to try on the next bra, I bent over in a way and spot that ensured he’d get a glimpse. I completely ignored him; did my best, in fact, to pretend I didn’t realize he was watching. Every moment that ticked by I got a little more bold. He got eye-fulls of unbound breasts. If I were a thinner girl and more confident in my body I’d like to think I’d have been full-on brazen. Given him a deliberate show. A mini striptease, perhaps. Or more…..

As it were, I kept up the charade until I was done and about to get dressed. Standing there completely bare chested I faced the curtain as I was putting on my jeans and as I did I saw him staring yet again – and I caught his gaze this time, on purpose. He was no longer casually leaned back in his chair, now he was bent forward, forearms resting on his thighs. I looked at him with a level gaze that didn’t betray either direction – if I was upset or if I was enjoying it. I guess the fact that I stood there and did nothing to block his view was a positive enough reaction for him to feel he was free to break eye contact and openly stare at my tits. I let him for a minute, then stepped back to get dressed and gather my things. As I opened the curtain and walked out I shyly looked at him from under my lashes; he winked and grinned and I couldn’t help but smile back.

I think I’m going to check out my local Craigslist – the “missed connections” section. It’s a long shot, but who knows….

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Aug 3, 2009

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Balcony

Sunrise. Just barely.

And I can’t sleep any more.

No one else is awake. I don’t have much email to read. No new blog posts in my reader. Hmm.

Well, I can go read I guess. I check the weather and it’s slightly warm so I decide to just throw on my long terrycloth robe. Nothing underneath. Why bother? Being as quiet as I can be I grab the most readily available book and head out into the rest of the apartment. First things first, I make myself a cup of coffee. I take note of the book I picked up….Hm. One of my erotica books I’m reviewing. Ah well, that’ll pass some time as good as any! As I gather up my things to head out to my balcony, I pause and think. Do I? What the hell. I grab my bullet vibrator, just in case.

The view from our balcony is, well, not a view. It’s a corner unit so to my left it is open and I can see the other building that is 50 feet away. In front of me I see other buildings situated down a bit (we are up above on a slight hill) and the parking lots and driveway through the complex. But it’s early dawn on a weekend, and I can’t imagine many will be up. I set myself up to relax on the lounge chair and soon I am lost in my book.

I read one story and my robe slips off one shoulder, baring more than half of one breast, my nipple hardening to the air. At the next story I part my robe and slide one finger in between my lips, burying in the slit, testing the wetness gathering there. I am slowly drawing a tight circle around my clit when I hear a noise from the ground below. I quickly stop what I’m doing and look around, but I don’t hear it anymore and I don’t see anything. I assume that it’s an animal down in the overgrown bushes and tall grass. I ignore it.

I go back to reading but not before I part my robe and slide the bullet between my lips, nestling against my clit. As I turn it on I startle at how loud it seems in the quiet of the morning. But that doesn’t stop me. Soon I have both legs exposed; one bent up with my foot on the lounge chair, the other foot is resting on the floor. I read my book with one hand while the other hand presses the bullet against my clit, rubbing slightly.

As I finish the story I let the book rest open, pages down, on my tummy. I move my bent left leg down so that my foot is on the floor, mirroring the other leg. I am straddling the lounge chair, essentially. I use my left hand to spread myself open more, pulling back the hood of my clit as my right hand holds the bullet and rubs firm tight circles around my clit. I am concentrating on pulling this orgasm out.

And so, I don’t notice the rustling noise again.

And I don’t notice the head of dark brown hair. Or the eyes peering at me.

It’s all in my periphery and it’s just not registering on my radar. That is, until I start cresting the peak before the crash…..and by then it’s just too damn far gone for me to care. I lock eyes with my Peeping Tom as my cunt spasms and my heart races.

I let my legs spread wider, and my robe drop off my shoulder completely to fully expose one breast. His eyes sweep over me…. lingering, staring.

And then he’s gone.

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Jul 25, 2009

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Budding Voyeur

One of my earliest sexual fantasies that I can remember didn’t involve me doing anything directly with anyone else. In high school I really did have limited sexual experience past the requisite making out. Nothing major happened until my junior year and it was a fumbled poor attempt at sucking the cock of an asshole in the backseat of his car. I didn’t fully bloom until my first sexual relationship with a boy in the spring of my senior year. Before that, to be quite frank, sex and hard cocks and horny teenage boys really intimidated the hell out of me.

But I was still curious, albeit from a distance.

My parents owned an RV. Nothing fancy, nothing brand-new, but it served its purposes for the long traveling vacations they were fond of. There was the traditional double-bed sized sleeping loft above the drivers cabin. There was a full sized bed in the back, taking up one side of the rear of the RV.

Despite my limited knowledge of sex I knew that kids my age couldn’t really freely have sex wherever they wanted in their parents houses or even elsewhere. So my fantasy was to run a sex-mobile. A pay-by-the-hour motel room on wheels. Under cover of night, innocently driving and revealing nothing suspicious to the outside world. But inside…..I’d be treated with aural and visual teasing stolen peeks of the naked couple in the back bed of the RV. More elaborate fantasies had me rigging up secret hidden cameras to better view the debauchery.

Since I didn’t know how to orgasm or even where my clitoris was, at that age, I’m not sure why I tortured myself so much with these elaborate imaginative fantasies but I do at least recall that these aroused me greatly.

As I recall this set of fantasies now, the glaring differences between my generation and the current generation of high school kids are clear as day. I did not grow up in a small town, I was not friendly only with shy repressed wallflowers, and I had plenty of short-lived boyfriends. But the rampant sex lives of teenagers today is at once troubling and enviable. While I think I started making up for “lost time” with that senior year boyfriend and subsequent college romps, I still missed out on a lot of fun in the time period when I looked my best and was my most confident self.

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Jul 20, 2009

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I’ve Come Here to Stare

As we headed home from an afternoon of driving around and getting lost, we started driving past one of the many “adult” places on this stretch of highway. For some reason there’s a lot here, be it a store or a strip club. The stores all look shady to me, and I wouldn’t likely ever step foot in one, but there’s usually a car or more at nearly every one.

There’s one strip club that’s a little more out in the open, with regards to what is surrounding it. It’s right next door to a gas station, I think. I honestly don’t recall because I never pay much attention to what’s surrounding it. Especially this day.

It was a fairly hot day, not too bad, and late afternoon. I interrupted our conversation and whip my head around, eyes completely off the road in front of me, and stared at the girls washing cars outside the club. It’s clearly some event for the club; there’s a little canopy tent with a table under it and a handful of big burly men drinking and watching the girls. There’s about 4 girls that I was able to count in my split-second view. All wearing cut-off shorts and bikini tops. My eyes widen and I turn to him and say “Whoa! Can we turn around and go get our car washed???”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one saying that?”

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I pulled into the parking lot. The girls were working on two cars, parked in front of the building which faced the highway. Pretty close to the highway, too. There’s no more room left there so I just slowly come to a stop as they all notice our car. I bet they were wondering if we were lost since I was the one in the driver’s seat. One comes over to my car as I put the window down all the way. She leans in, forearms resting on the door; she’s right in my face. She asks if we’d like to get our car washed, they’re doing it for free today. I just smiled and said “Sounds great”; she told me to pull up a bit and I parked to the side of the building.

He looked at me like I was crazy. I think I did suffer a moment of temporary insanity. Between the traffic on the highway and the men (whom I wouldn’t like gawking at me while naked, ew), I started feeling really self-conscious and wondering what the hell I just did. Too late, I realized, as a cute brunette sashayed over with various rags and towels and a bucket of water. She smiled and dove right into the small talk; I think she asked where we were from, what we were doing in the area but I don’t honestly remember. I was too busy watching her.

God she was good at this. The right combination of sorority girl car wash and Playboy Bunny car wash. Meaning, sexy and flirty and provocative but not so over the top that I felt like I was in a porno. We were, after all, 20 feet from the highway and 50 feet from another business so things had to be…..clean. I quickly realized that she probably wasn’t wearing panties under those very very short cut-off denim shorts. I think I stopped breathing as I stared at her ass when she bent down to scrub a tire or something – she bent at the waist and kept her ass in the air. Thoughtfully pointed right in our direction. The seam (which was about all that was left in the crotch of her shorts) pulled and wedged itself in the crack of her ass and the slit of her pussy affording me a view that couldn’t be rated PG-13. Suddenly I realized she was looking back at me expectantly. I startled and said “I’m sorry, what?” because I had no clue she had even asked another question. She just smiled like the cat who got the canary and continued on working.

As she quickly washed the car I was rewarded with continuous glimpses of as much as she could get away with out there. Ass cheeks and flashes of her shaved pussy, and a bikini top that had a lot of trouble keeping her properly covered. Somehow the part that ties around the neck managed to work themselves loose so that anytime she bent over all the way the tiny little knit triangles fell away from her breasts just enough to show nipple. If you were looking. And I was. Staring like a dirty old man, in fact. I don’t think I’ve ever concentrated so hard on hoping for a “wardrobe malfunction”, for the damn thing to just fall off entirely.

In an all-too-short blur of time, she finished up. He got into the passenger side while I shyly smiled at her and somehow managed to ask what nights she danced here. I assured her that we would be back.

“After the wonderful little show you gave me, I can’t wait to see the real thing. But please don’t try to tell me this car wash was free.” As I stared at her body trying to find a lucrative place to tuck the $10 bill, she stood a little closer to me but made no move to take that money from me. She smiled when I finally tucked it into the tight portion of strap in between her breasts; my fingers grazed cleavage and I boldly let them wander on over to her breast. When I looked at her she just smiled bigger, so I pinched her hard nipple in between forefinger and thumb. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and then I pulled away.

“Yes, we will be back.”

And with that, we left and continued for home.

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*sigh* I wish. Instead we kept on driving and fantasized the above. If only, if only.

Now then, who’s going to take me to a few good strip clubs? I’ve got a couple fantasies that I need to get working on making real, the sooner the better!

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