The Kitchen Window

The Kitchen Window

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

One man's first person account of his act of voyeurism and masturbation.

Summary

One man's first person account of his act of voyeurism and masturbation.

Content

Submitted: November 26, 2012

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Content

Submitted: November 26, 2012

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I stepped through the back door of my duplex, quietly closing it behind me. The night was dark and moonless with low-hanging, clouds scudding by and a light mist falling. Leaning against the back wall, I lit a cigarette and took in the close and quiet nature of the night. Exhaling the thick gray cloud, I was fascinated by the sight of the smoke curling gracefully, intermingling with the mist, to disappear into the darkness. Tonight nothing illuminated the small backyards of the single-story apartments but dimly reflected light from the clouds. Embraced by the intimate blanket of darkness, my thoughts returned to the erotic short story I had just read in a men's magazine. Visions of sexual acts still danced through my mind's eye and my pants felt tight in the crotch from the provocation. I found myself mindlessly rubbing myself and wishing that my girlfriend was with me. She had traveled to the Los Angeles area to visit her family for two weeks. It had been just over a week now and I felt the lonely absence of her intimate embrace.

 

Suddenly, a flash came from the next door neighbor’s kitchen window as a light came on shaking me from my erotic musings. I heard the water run for a moment and then the intruding light was extinguished. Once again, I was alone in the night with my thoughts. “Just who were the new people that had moved in two days ago?” I had not met them yet other than the friendly wave we gave one another as I left for work and they were in the process of moving in. I only knew they were a nice-looking young couple about my age and I vowed to welcome them when I had the time this coming weekend. Perhaps a bottle of wine would be nice.

 

With increasing curiosity and a budding excitement, I found myself edging toward the window where the light had been. There were no fences to separate the backyards of the adjoining apartments except for the one that ran the length of our small complex and the neighbors to the rear on the next block. The fence long ago covered over with Passionflower, a prolific vine that now covered it completely. It was so dark that I was afraid that I'd trip over something stored against the back wall, making a loud noise and being caught where I shouldn't have been. Slowly and carefully I inched my way to the window feeling my way along with one foot at a time. A dim light issued from the curtained window.

 

A shiver of guilt and exhilaration coursed through my body as I covertly peered between the partly opened curtains. The young couple lay sprawled on a plush looking sofa, he with his feet on the low table in front of him and she sitting with her legs pulled up underneath her. The flickering blue light from the television and a group of small candles next to them rendered a sense of surrealism to the scene. “A very pleasant looking couple,” I thought. She with shoulder length blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and from what I could see a nice body. The man was slender with dark hair and a muscular body. As my eyes focused in the low light I could see that he was completely nude and she was in some type of skimpy sleepwear. Their apartment must have been warm because outside it was damp and chilly. The woman was holding his tumescent cock in her hand, absentmindedly massaging the shaft as they watched the screen. The light from the television and the fluttering candles shown directly on them, affording me an ideal view.

 

Oh my god,” I thought, as I realized what I was doing. A rush of conscience shot through me as my eyes darted around in the darkness, imagining the sounds of sirens or the voices of police, “What the hell are you doing there you pervert!” But, my curiosity was so high and my sexual tension so great that I couldn't tear myself away. Satisfied that I was alone and no one could see me, I fed my libidinous curiosity by returning to the erotic sight before me.

 

Anxious and shaking now, my breath came quick and shallow. I knew the couple must be able to hear me. My heartbeat quickened and I feared at any moment a voice would boom into my quiet world, capturing me in the act of being a “peeping tom”. Even so, I remained glued to the window, dying to see more and hoping that the show before me wasn't already over.

 

As if she heard my silent plea, the woman, wearing what I could now see as a dark-colored teddy barely covering her breasts and less of her shapely ass, began to move down his chest with kisses. His cock languished on his stomach partially covered by her hand. With her head on his stomach, she kissed the head, wetting it with her tongue and began to rub it sensuously against her lips and across her face. Stopping for a moment to admire his cock, turning it this way and that as it grew longer. Then slowly the woman took the head into her mouth. Slowly, she consumed it all, down to his dark patch of hair. She pulled back stretching it out until it popped from her squeezing lips. Laughing, she began to stroke him again until I could see that his cock had grown to the point she could no longer fit it all in her mouth. Yet again, she slowly plunged her mouth down over his now stiff erection and with a slow and deliberate cadence began giving him the pleasure I was so longing for. I touched myself through my jeans as I watched.

 

The man's head fell back against the cushions and he began moving his hips to the rhythmic motions of her head, the television had lost its appeal. He grasped her ponytail and kept her close as her head bobbed between his legs.

 

I watched for many long minutes, his shaft appearing and disappearing between those luscious well-practiced lips. Growing incredibly, his cock stood up and away from his body whenever she let go to change her position. The girl was not able to take all of it into her mouth now as she cupped his balls in one hand and stroked him with an increasing tempo.

 

Sliding from the sofa, she knelt between his spread legs. I could see her plainly now and she was clean-shaven, her round ass protruding from beneath the scant material of the short teddy. The flickering candlelight reflected off her engorged, glistening lips signaling how sexually aroused she was.

 

My cock had now grown uncomfortable, bound in my heavy denim jeans. I unbuttoned the fly and released myself to the cool night air, slowly stroking myself as I watched the couple before me in the throes of passion. Now, I was sure they would hear my pounding heart and labored breath if not for being otherwise engaged. “This is one of the most erotically electrifying things I have done in a long time.” I thought to myself. The fear of being caught coupled with my own burning sexual desire was nearly unbearable. I was lightheaded and faint from the stimulation, my body prickling with fear, lust, and anticipation.

 

I found myself matching her rhythm and speed. I saw myself kneeling behind her, pounding my hard and swollen cock into her wet, hungry pussy as she fucked him with her mouth.

 

Fingering her wetness, she continued to suck and stroke his hard-on, hidden from my view by her bobbing head. Two fingers disappeared inside that beautiful slit only to appear again to rub her swollen lips and erect clit. She pulled her mouth from his cock and continued to stroke him, occasionally licking the drops of clear dew she urged from his excited and bloated cock head. His muscles tightened and his legs grew rigid as he bent his head forward watching her. She continued stroking him faster now, all the while her eyes fixed on his face. His orgasm had begun, his face distorted with the agonizing pleasure of it. Great spurts shot out as she slowed the tempo, hypnotized by his flood of semen. In the grip of orgasm, his head was thrown back against the sofa, his body rigid and jerking. She pulled on him in a slow milking action and again took him into her mouth which only made his body buck more. His climax subsided, she licked and kissed the head of his cock, squeezing out the last of his volcanic flow with adept fingers.

 

As his spasms waned mine began. Orgasm rocked my body and I shot my pent-up load into the cold night air, imagining instead, that it was deep within her hot, skilled pussy. When I again opened my eyes, he had picked her up in his arms and was carrying her out of sight to the bedroom, his cock still hard and bouncing lewdly.

 

I stole back to my apartment where later I masturbated again to the piquant scenes so fresh in my mind. I decided that I would definitely want to get to know my new neighbors better, who knows what might come from the new friendship. Until then, there would always be another night at the kitchen window.

 

 


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