Stolen Moments

Stolen Moments

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Genre: Erotica

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Genre: Erotica

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Voyeur spies on sister-in-law in the shower

Summary

Voyeur spies on sister-in-law in the shower

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Submitted: September 18, 2017

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Submitted: September 18, 2017

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“Damn, I did it again,” I chided myself as I pulled a fast and illegal u-turn. I had forgotten the report I needed for the department meeting today in a folder on my bed. Starting a new job in a new city, I couldn’t look incompetent in my first week.

I was in the middle of divorcing my wife after five years of trying. We found that we were not compatible. She turned out to be one of those women who could do without sex more often than not. So to make things easier on the both of us I accepted a job in another city. My younger brother and his lovely wife had offered me the use of their spare bedroom until I found a place of my own. It was comfortable but small. Most of my belongings are in storage, adding to the confusion and displacement in my new life.

When I arrived back at the house Jim’s car was gone. He was off to work as I had been. Opening the door, I crept in as not to disturb my sister-in-law if she were still asleep. Turning down the hallway, I heard the sound of the shower running. The bathroom door was ajar. Struck with curiosity and pent up sexual desires, I glanced through the open door. As I passed, I could see her naked body through the glass doors of the shower. I made my way to the bedroom for the report, my head filled with the vision of her soaping up that beautiful body. A powerful and pleasant tingle ran through my groin igniting my sex-starved brain. It had been over two months since I had last been with a woman. I had to see more.

With nervous stealth and a rapid heartbeat, I made my way back down the hall. I crept closer to the open door. Holding my breath, I peered around the corner. Susan was leaning against the wall with the hand-held shower head between her legs. I could see that she was clean shaven, her rosy pink lips opening and closing in the pulsing water stream. My sister-in-law moved the wand in slow circular motions, letting the warm rush of water pelted her sex. With eyes closed, she mouthed silent words as the hydraulic sensations inflamed her. A free hand massaged her soapy breasts. Stopping now and then to squeeze an erect pink nipple. Delicate fingers would slip between her berry-colored labia. Holding them there, her head would loll back and her lips would again utter unheard words.

I felt as a thief, a voyeur, a pervert, though I had to keep watching. I became mesmerized, frozen by the scene before me. The erotic vision stimulated my juices. My own sex began to throb, demanding attention. My cock rose constricted by clothing. I straightened my bowed member under the tight fabric. Rubbing it’s turgid length, I remained bound to the show before me. I wanted nothing more than to burst through the door and take her right there in the shower. To feel her hot naked body against mine. Her squeezing warmth surrounding my needful manhood.

Easing the zipper down, my swollen member burst from its confines and I slid the palm of my hand over the fleshy head. It was already wet and sensitive to my touch. Slippery fluid issued from the head. I spread it the length of my bloated appendage in a rhythmic motion. With closed eyes, my vivid imagination saw myself deep inside my brother’s wife. I manipulated my erogenous organ. My hand applied the right pressure in the right places. I imagined the feel of Susan’s vaginal muscles massaging me. Through my dream state, her audible moans now sounded over the splashing water. Excitement coursed though me as she began to orgasm. I felt my own climax boil up from the depths, threatening to burst forth like a Yellowstone geyser. I could no longer contain myself. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. Hot white lava shot through the narrow opening in great spurts. The fluid coming to rest on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. In my mind, I was filling Susan to overflowing as she squealed in delight. Back in my own head, I fastened my pants and stole down the hallway. Racing out the front door and off to work...relieved but not satisfied. It would be difficult to view Susan in the same way again.


 


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