A Peek at Night By Melissa Keir
With a sigh, Greg pulled his black truck into his garage after another long day at work. His drive seemed arduous as he drove from Detroit each day to his small apartment. After the divorce, Greg didn’t need a big house anymore. Money wasn’t as important to him as owning his own little slice of heaven-his sailboat. So Greg drove in gridlock two hours to reach a job that while it didn’t satisfy his heart, it did provide him with plenty of vacation time to spend on the water.
As Greg walked out of the garage, the darkness of the night was sliced by a sliver of light from his neighbor’s window. Greg had once thought about asking Cindy out but her icey demeanor cooled his interest. Figuring that she must have another guy already, Greg had pushed her out of his mind. They were corial neighbors, nothing more.
The wedge of bright light against the midnight darkness drew his gaze. Cindy’s window blinds were open and Greg could clearly see into her living room. Unable to not look, Greg stood silently while his vision was filled with the body that would drive many men to masterbation. As she walked around her room naked with a glass of red wine in her hand, Greg could hear the soft sounds of jazz coming through the window glass.
Stopping to lean against his garage door, Greg decided to play voyeur. After all, he thought, she must know that with her light on, everyone can see her. Maybe that is what turns her on.
Greg slowly ran his hand down the front of his slacks. As he felt the bulge in his pants grow, he noticed that Cindy wasn’t alone. There was another person in the room…a woman just as beautiful as Cindy.
The Game, Lila Munro
Josh put the telescope up to his eye and peered through. Right on time. Just like clock-work there she was as she was every single night. Fresh out of the shower and dripping, flesh smooth and dewy.
“Oh, that’s it, babe, make sure you get that dry,” Josh whispered, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his cock.
As she walked closer to the vanity, Josh swung the lens not wanting to miss a second of her nightly routine. She squirted toothpaste on her brush and slipped it between her lips. Mmm…those lips. His cock jumped at the thought of them wrapped around it and Josh sped up his rhythmic pumping. But it was when she bent over with her back to him to smear lotion over every inch of those long, tanned legs and she spread them apart just so to reach all the crevices, his grip tightened.
There it was. Her lush, pink pussy exposed. Oh God the woman’s cunt was beautiful and he pictured his cock gliding in and out of its glistening depths.
“Shit,” Josh hissed, his heart thundering, sweat beading up on his brow and dripping down his temples. “Fuck, woman. Look at me,” he strained over a grunt, his orgasm racing up his balls.
And like magic, as if she knew right at that moment he was going to come, she bent over further and peered between her legs, a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
Hot streams of sticky come flew from him and he had to stop watching her long enough to catch his breath. It was while he was bent over heaving his phone rang.
“Yeah,” he gasped.
“Coming…home?” Dee asked with a giggle.
“Yeah,” Josh answered, looking through the telescope again. There she was, running her fingers between her legs then bringing them to her lips. “Fuck, woman…”