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Voyeur - Simon - 11-20-2025
My voyeur story began some months ago if I recall it rightly. I remember I almost fall through the door, desperate to escape the past few hours, my mind is awash with the intensity from which I have just run. The closing of the door, the clicking of the latch allowing me to take a deep breath, to exhale him from my thoughts, even if only for a few brief moments.
Turning to take in my surroundings, the muffled sound of the party seeping through the door, the distant sounds of laughter and occasional shrieks still fill me. I have to get farther away, needing my solitude. I need the calm, the quiet.
I need to think.
My eyes searching the room; the leather sofas, the subtle lighting bathing the room in soft shadows. The soft, shaded lamps, the rich, coloured walls. Walking towards the lightly lit booth at the back of the room, sitting on the soft, dark leather club chair, its cushions pulling me down into them, inviting me to calm myself. Pouring more wine into my glass, slumping down slightly, I am taking a deep swallow of the rich red liquid, holding it in my mouth, allowing its flavours to reach every part of me, rolling it around my tongue, its scent filling my nostrils. Leaning my head back, closing my eyes, the richness of the wine warming my stomach. Taking a deep breath, sighing, feeling the tension starting to ebb from me, my body no longer taut.
I linger for a moment, clearing my mind, emptying my thoughts. The wine, the quiet, the solitude are all taking me away from here, taking me away from now.
Suddenly, my peace is shattered by the sounds of a doorway as it is carelessly flung open, ripping me back from my solitude. Watching, my eyes are immediately open and alert, searching for the cause, my senses suddenly alive. The door is instantly closed, the room once more returned to me, except that something is different, something has changed.
Straining my eyes through the half light, I see the couple fucking by the doorway. My body stiffening, freezing as though I have committed some indiscretion by hiding away. I shrink further down into the cushions, watching, eager to remain silent in the shadows, which welcome me to them, grateful to receive more of me. I can see them glancing around the room; their excited, careless look passing over me, seeming not to notice me. I am beginning to relax again, content that I remain anonymous, my breathing starting to calm, willing myself to return to my thoughts.
Watching them for a moment, my eyes probing them, taking them in, their bodies against the deep, grey sofa that they now lean against. There is a familiarity to me, I am searching my memory to find them, yet they remain just out of my reach. My eyes keen to strain to see those who have entered my privacy, I think that I have seen him, I know that I have. Is it the tall, lithe man who had caught my attention at the bar? He had been glanced at by more than just me, his athleticism, his strong set jaw, his unkempt blonde hair had all oozed an allure of youthful innocence, the very thing that had caught my eye to begin with. I had wondered at the time if he realised how striking he is. Yes, I’m sure that is him.
Searching them, reading their forms, surveying them, watching his strong hand brushing through her soft hair. His hand is gently stroking her cheek, her eyes locked on his, their playful glint teasing him. Her tall, slender body quivering at his touch, straining her neck upwards, her lips parting slightly inviting him to her. He is leaning down, his lips brushing against hers, their tongues gently flick, just the faintest of touches, but enough for both of them to know the depths of each other’s need. His hand wrapping around her back, pulling her closer to him, his other cupping the nape of her neck. His strength pulling her in as he kisses her passionately, her response immediate, unequivocal.
I realise that my cheeks are flushing, the warm redness in them growing as I am transfixed by the couple’s kiss. I can feel the heat in my body, the sensation of it relaxing deeper into the cushions, sliding down further. I can’t help but think that I should not be a part of their intimate moment, that I am an intruder, yet I cannot move my eyes from them for the fear of being noticed, and yet, also through the excitement of seeing them locked in their embrace, their kisses growing deeper, more frantically passionate. I am making no effort to avert my gaze, becoming more entranced with each movement of their lips.
His hands are starting to move over the curve of her hips, gliding around, squeezing her thigh before moving back up, lightly glancing over her navel, brushing against her nipple which immediately stiffens beneath her blouse. I hear a faint gasp escape her lips, her desire clear in that moment. Without thinking, so lost in this moment, I am slowly stroking my body, circling my breasts, my fingers pinching my nipple, a faint ache starting to grow within me. My mind is wrestling with my body, telling me to stop, telling me to turn away, yet the desire I am feeling is too strong, too powerful to overcome. I grasp my breast, massaging it urgently, teasing it, my ache growing ever deeper.
She takes his hand, guiding him to the sofa, kneeling before him. His hands are reaching down, running through her hair as she frantically opens his trousers, sliding them to the floor, his cock immediately springing up, beautiful and rigid before her. She is staring in amazement at his magnificence, the glint in her eyes playing in the light. Grasping him in her hand, she is taking his manhood into her mouth, her head moving slowly, softly, up and down its length, pulling back to reveal the strand of saliva that joins them together, before plunging her mouth deep onto him again.
My breathing is becoming more intense watching the beauty of the scene unfolding before me. Clasping my breasts, moving my other hand down, pulling my skirt upwards, touching myself through my panties, massaging the folds of my pussy. I want him; I want it to be me who is before him at his knees. I want it to be me who has his magnificence in my hands, in my mouth. My thoughts are betraying me, my mind is giving way. My hands are pulling my panties down, eager for access, the cool air against my nakedness sending a shiver through me.
The woman is urgent, strips off her clothes, no thought of seduction in her mind, just the carnal need to be taken, to be kissed, to be entered. I am gasping now, watching as she lies on the sofa. Her form is one of beauty, the curve of her breasts, her flat stomach, the slightly raised mound of her pussy evident between her thighs; her toned, slender legs stretched out. He is gazing down at her, kneeling beside her, his fingers are running over her body, his mouth kissing her nipples. She is moaning as his fingers slip between her legs, out of my view, yet the motion of his hand telling me that he is inside her.
I am parting myself, moving my fingers inside, gasping at the feel of my own touch, almost too loudly. In my mind his fingers are inside me, feeling my velvet, smooth pussy, savouring my most intimate of places. Freezing momentarily, I am looking intently at the couple, the woman’s head now resting to the side, her gaze in my direction feeling as though she is penetrating my soul. I cannot tell if she can see me, I don’t think that she can, yet she does not avert her gaze for what feels like an eternity, only broken by him moving his mouth downward, pulling her away from me. A trickle of my moisture is running down my thigh, running down onto the cushion beneath me, my excitement becoming heightened as the fear of being caught increases, yet it is also urging me on, watching as his tongue starts flicking between her thighs, his mouth closing around her.
He is kneeling between her legs, his manhood lowering, twitching as he is nudging against her, begging to be allowed. Her gasps are reaching my hazy mind, her deep moaning as he enters her is drawing me further in. Moving slowly at first, in and out, my fingers are matching their rhythm, matching their pace. My own mind wanting to cry aloud as she cries out at each of his thrusts; wanting to be beneath his body, wanting to have him filling me, wanting his pleasure for my own.
He is becoming more urgent, more powerful inside her, his body is straining. Taking his hair in her hands, pulling his head down toward her body, she is looking towards me once more, her eyes appear to be fixed on me, fixed on my shadowy corner, boring across the room into me. With no control I am staring back, looking into the pools of her eyes, awash with her carnal pleasure, soaking it up into my own soul. I don’t know if she can see me, I don’t care anymore if she can see me. Deep down I want her to, I want her to know that I am here, that I am a part of this. I want her to know that in this moment he is mine as well.
Lost in them, lost in us, the ache inside me is welling up, its fury starting to turn to uncontrollable rage. He is thrusting into her, his animalistic cries are ringing in my ears, his hips plunging deeper, harder, she is moaning loudly. His body is convulsing, her back is arching upwards, locking them together, their orgasms searing through their bodies. My insides are contracting, pulsing around my fingers as I am watching them buck and writhe, the waves ripping through me, small gasps escaping my mouth, my fingers clenched deep by the power of the orgasm that shatters my mind and racks my body. I am starting to calm, the shuddering in my body beginning to ease, my mind starting to return, bringing me back from the swirling maelstrom of pleasure in which I have been lost.
The couple are dressing, their laughter is heard through my dazed senses. They are kissing, walking towards the door, opening it to leave. She is looking into my secret corner, can she see me with my panties around my ankles, my fingers still inside? I can’t tell if she is smiling before they turn and leave.