Voyeurism and Phone Sex
"Christine Through a Window," a Dirty Martini story by N. Vasco
Matt sat in front of his desk located next to the widow of his bedroom at exactly one forty every afternoon. From there, he could see the bedroom window of the apartment across the way from his. The white lacy curtains were drawn. The wind gently blew through the leaves of the big oak that all but obscured any prying eyes from seeing what happened in the little grassy area that separated his apartment from the one directly across his and one floor below. He heard a car start, glanced at the phone on his desk and felt his cock swell with anticipation and a pleasant, itchy sensation on his nipples.
"Only five more minutes" he thought as his erect penis caused a bulge in his pants he hadn't felt for a long time. Sex with his wife was okay but the fire had gone out since their last baby. Until two months ago, he was ready to settle into a domestic routine with the occasional jaunt to a strip club, surfing the web or renting a porn DVD once in a while.
Again he looked at the clock while unzipping his pants and grabbing the hot flesh of his throbbing pole.
One forty five.
The phone rang. He picked it up.
"Hi."
Sexy, feminine, with a provocative Swedish accent that always excited him. He stroked his warm rod, the familiar pattern of ridges and veins on his fingertips. His knob swollen, hot and velvety smooth cupped in the palm of his free hand.
"How are you?"
"Horny." He heard her giggle as he rubbed his cock.
"What are you wearing?" he asked.
"Remember that little teddy you described? The side-less one?"
"What color?"
"Black, of course."
He heard the "tap, tap" of her high heels.
"Is it hard? Are you touching it?"
"Yes," he gasped. "I just heard the tap of your heels. What color are they?"
"Why don't you look and find out?"
He looked outside the window. The curtains were open, allowing a clear view of a room with a large dresser and a full-length mirror next to it. A speakerphone with a red, flashing light sat among an assortment of perfumes and bottles on the dresser. A chair sat next to the mirror.
"I don't see you," he said.
Another "Tap, tap" as slim, pale skinned, long legged blonde in a black, side-less, thong teddy and matching stockings walked up to the window. She turned, leaned on the dresser and arched out her buttocks, allowing his eyes to feast on those curved, tempting cheeks and the black thong nested in her smooth, hairless crotch.
"Do you like it?" she asked while swaying her hips from side to side.
"Very much," matt replied while his gaze wandered down those lovely legs encased in sheer, black stockings to her slender ankles and the matching stiletto heels on her dainty feet.
Then, she stood up, put one foot on the chair, arched her tight yet curvy buttocks out and began caressing her legs and the garters around her thighs.
"I hate panty hose," she said.
"Too confining?"
"Yes" she said as her hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her crotch. Her breath quickened until a gasp escaped her lips. She tossed her head back while her other hand slipped inside her teddy and pinched her nipples. Matt stroked away as he saw her blush and heard a long orgasmic moan escape her lips.
She steadied herself on the chair and gave him a satisfied smiled.
"You must've been real horny," he said while stroking his rod. "You usually wait until I'm ready to come."
"I have a surprise."
He watched her take a plastic dildo from a drawer before turning around and arching her ass out as far as possible. Then, she reached behind, tugged the flimsy thong aside and parted her buttocks to reveal her glistening anus just above her smooth pussy lips.
"You told me you always wanted to have anal sex. Want to watch me do it?"
The way she said "Vant to Vatch?" always turned him on. By now Matt was pumping away as the familiar surge of an orgasm fought to get out of his body.
"Yes," he said as sweat formed on his brow.
Christine reached behind with the dildo and began massaging the rim of her anus.
"Fuck me," she gasped while sliding the dildo inside her delicious backside. "Put it inside my ass. Give it to me. Yah! Yah!"
Matt felt ready to explode as the dildo slipped farther inside her anus.
"Yah!"
He could feel the veins on his cock.
"Yah!"
Suddenly, a surge ran through his shaft.
"I'm coming!"
"Yah!" she shouted while sliding the dildo inside her ass. "Come baby, come... inside my... ass! Yah!"
That was it. A hot stream of wet, sticky pleasure gushed out of his cock, coating his fist and thudding against the surface of the desk.
"Oh," Christine said as she slowly slid the dildo out of her anus. "That was such a nice cum!"
"You can come during anal sex?" he asked while wiping off his hand.
"I guess I can," she said, sitting on the chair, crossing her legs at the knees and leaning on one side so he could see her exposed pussy and that pulsating anus. "I've never done it that way until now."
"You and Peter don't do it?" he asked. "I can't believe that."
"He thinks it's dirty." Then, she sat on the chair with both legs curled underneath, making her look like the sexy pin up girls he once told her about. "He's very traditional. One time, we watched a movie where two women and one man made love. He said he would never want to do that, that it would be like driving two cars at the same time and be too much work."
Matt remembered arguments and sleepless nights with Aileen about that. She always seemed threatened when he suggested anything new or out of the ordinary.
"I know what that's like," he said.
Suddenly, he heard a car in the parking lot. It was Peter's. They hung up quickly. He wondered why Peter came home so early until later when his wife got a phone call from Christine. This didn't surprise him since his kids played with hers at the pool. Aileen looked at him before going into the kitchen and said, "That was Christine. Peter's company is transferring them back to Sweden. They're leaving by the end of the month. Isn't that nice?"
Matt faked a smile before walking into the bedroom and looking out the window.
The blinds were drawn.
"She's leaving," he thought, remembering the first day he saw her. He had been out for his afternoon jog around the complex when he spotted a pale-skinned blonde in a loose, pleated, mini skirt and black high heels pushing a baby stroller. He noticed the languid, sensuous way she walked and the definition of her calf muscles on her long, sexy legs. They exchanged brief smiles as he jogged by and he couldn't help look back to admire the way her skirt swayed back and forth with every step. To his surprise, he found she was staring at him too.
He wondered who she was until Aileen told him she had met a young mother named Christine and her two daughters at the pool that afternoon. Her husband, Peter, worked a second shift at a software company and they lived in the unit next door. Later that day Matt was at his desk while Aileen and the kids were out shopping. He noticed the shades were up in Christine's window, allowing a clear view of the room and couldn't turn his eyes away when he saw her step up to the mirror. She wore a floral print bikini with high cut briefs fastened by two bows that rested on her toned, inviting hips.
"What a perfect ass," Matt thought, watching her admire her reflection. Then he watched undo her top and stroke those tight breasts and hard, pink nipples before untying her briefs and letting them fall to the floor. By now Matt realized he was masturbating as this lovely, naked creature with long beautiful legs stroked her body.
Then, she walked to her closet, took out a pair of black stiletto pumps, put them on and stepped in front of the full-length mirror. She admired her figure for a little while before slipping her hands between her legs. By now, Matt was vigorously pumping his cock as she leaned on the dresser and thrust her buttocks out, allowing him to see her fingers deep inside her smooth, shaved pussy.
She shut her eyes and tossed back her head. Her delicious ass tensed and quivered as an orgasm coursed through her body. Suddenly, he felt that familiar rush grab the base of his spine and gush out of his cock. He looked down to see his fist covered with warm sticky come and froze when he looked out of the window and saw Christine, now looking directly at him, her long legs crossed at the ankles and a sly smile on her pretty face.
"Busted," he thought as a lump formed in his throat and his erection quickly shrank. He saw her pick up the phone and wondered how long it would take for the police to arrive when his phone rang. She shook the phone in his direction. The friendly look on her face told him he had nothing to worry about.
"Did you like that?" her voice asked him in that sexy Swedish accent as he wiped his other hand on his jeans.
He hesitated as she sat on the edge of her dresser, crossed her legs at the knees and said, "Because I liked it." The way she sat enhanced the curves of body. He could see the faint, pale outline of her bikini around those luscious hips.
Matt swallowed the ball that had accumulated in his throat. "Yes, I did, very much. By the way, how did you get my number?"
"Your wife."
"Oh." He saw her smile as she kicked off a shoe, straighten her leg and point her toes, enhancing the taught muscles on her thigh and calf. "Don't worry," she said. "This is only between you and me. Would you like to watch me from time to time?"
"Sure. But..."
"What?" she asked while stroking her shapely calve.
"Why me?"
She looked at him for a few seconds, slipped on her other shoe and walked up to the window. Each languid step gave her body a sexy, feminine sway.
"I have my reasons," she said. "So do you. Let's keep it honest, simple and fun. Yah?" She rested her weight on one side, causing the curve of her hip to thrust out gloriously.
"And now it's going to be all over," Matt thought as he saw the drawn shades. He forgot how many times he had masturbated during those sexy, private shows when she wore little mini skirts, high heels, sheer one-piece body stockings and ankle length dresses with slits that went up to her hips. She even got a speakerphone to allow her to walk around and stroke her body with both hands as they talked.
She didn't call until later the next week.
"Did you miss me?" was her reply after he answered the phone.
He was silent for a while, abandonment and jealousy still sitting in his gut.
"Please, don't be that way. We were busy making arrangements, getting passports. It was very hectic," she said.
"I guess I was a little jealous."
"Thank you," she said after a sexy little giggle.
"For what?" he asked.
"For making me feel special."
"You are. Very special. And Peter doesn't know what he has."
"Stop," she said. "We can't let it get too deep. I can't leave Peter and I know you can't leave Aileen. We had something nice. We always will."
"I'm glad you called to say goodbye."
"Not just goodbye. I planned something special. Tomorrow, our usual time."
He felt his cock rise at the thought of her long legs and that tight, round ass. "For old time's sake?"
"You could say that," she said. "But it's also something I always wanted to share with you. Only with you."
The next day Matt sat at his desk and heard the phone ring. He answered it, looked across to Christine's window and saw her wearing a black, spaghetti strap blouse that showed off her smooth stomach and a tight miniskirt with slits that exposed her milky white thighs and went up to her hips.
"Like what you see? Yah?" she said while caressing her bare stomach.
He heard a car pull up and warned her it might be Peter.
"It's your surprise. Look out your other window," she said before stepping out if view.
He walked to the other window looked over the parking lot. Instead of Peter's care he saw an exotic, long legged Asian woman, in the same outfit he saw Christine in, get out of a red sports car. He could see the straps of a black thong peering above a black mini skirt that hugged her deliciously round, hard buttock before she stepped into Christine's apartment.
He went back to his chair and looked out the window while hearing the "Tap, tap" of their high heels as they walked back into Christine's bedroom.
"Yah, my husband is being transferred to Sweden. What's your name again?"
"Arlene."
He saw them, two slender yet curvy beauties in matching skin- tight outfits standing next to the dresser. He began stroking his engorged cock while they spoke.
"Is he the reason you want the lesson?" Arlene asked.
"Maybe. If he's good."
They laughed.
"My girlfriends and I went to the club you dance in," Christine said.
"I know. I saw you in that short little black dress. You have beautiful legs."
By now, they were standing close. Was it his imagination or were they touching each other?
"Thank you," Christine said. "You looked so sexy when you wrapped yourself around that pole. I was really turned on."
"You should have asked for a lap dance. I would have done it for free."
They both laughed until Matt heard some music. Christine led Arlene by the hand up to the window. Suddenly, Arlene gave her a brief kiss on the lips before breaking into a hip- swaying dance.
"What was that for?" Christine giggled.
"For being so sweet," Arlene said as Christine tried to imitate her moves.
"Just relax," Arlene said as she guided Christine's hips with her lovely hands. Matt could see her long red nails wander over Christine's lovely ass as they danced close.
"Oh," Christine said as Arlene scratched her buttocks. "That feels so nice."
"You never felt a woman's nails until now?"
"No."
"There's a first time for everything," Arlene said as she began to run her nails over Christine's hips, buttocks and naked waist. He saw her hands disappear inside the slits of Christine's skirt while unzipping his pants and masturbating.
"Teach me how to lap dance," Christine said suddenly, sitting on a chair near the dresser.
Arlene sauntered close and said, "I usually dance in the nude. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Christine said. Arlene pulled the little top over her head and exposed her tight breasts and rock hard nipples the size of half -dollars. Christine clapped and cheered as Arlene slowly peeled off her skirt, revealing a black thong nestled between the hardest looking buttocks he head ever seen. She wiggled her ass and laughed after Christine gave her a playful slap on each cheek. Matt could see it jiggle ever so slightly as his felt the first hints of an orgasm.
"Not yet," he told himself as Christine stood up and said, "Let me try that."
Arlene cheered her on as she took off her flimsy blouse, caressed both nipples and began to strip out of her skirt.
"Very nice. Very nice," Arlene said as she pressed herself against Christine's ass and ran her nails all over her naked skin. Then, Christine sat down and said; "I want that lap dance now."
He watched Arlene straddle her on the chair and perform an incredibly flexible lap dance that caused her body to weave around in a fluid, sexy manner as Christine fondled and stroked Arlene's thighs, hips and buttocks.
"Do you want to do it?" he heard Arlene say as she rubbed her buttocks against Christine's breasts.
"Yes," Christine said as she fondled that lovely ass. "But I don't think I can go that far."
He saw Arlene turn around and peel off her thong before saying; "Would you mind if I came right now?"
Christine smiled, got up and took out two vibrators from her drawer. She gave one to a smiling Arlene before peeling off her thong.
"This is it," Matt thought to himself as he rubbed cock and saw both women face each other and slide the dildos between their legs.
"I'm coming!" Christine gasped as she leaned against Arlene who said; "Me too!"
He heard them gasp and moan in as the best orgasm he ever felt rushed through his body and flowed out his cock like a creamy, hot torrent of sheer ecstasy. He heard them moan and say "Yes! Yes!" as they leaned against each other, their slender tight bodies quivering in ecstasy.
After a few minutes they parted and began dressing. Before they left, Arlene planted a brief yet very deep kiss on Christine's mouth.
Arlene stepped back. "I had to do that before leaving."
"That's okay," Christine responded as she stroked Arlene's bare stomach. She led Arlene out of the bedroom and returned a moment later.
Matt heard the tap tap of Christine's shoes as she walked to the window. They both looked at each other in silence for a while until she blew him a long, sexy kiss. Then, she lowered the blinds until he could see her no more.
He didn't get home until after midnight. An envelope was taped to his door. He opened it and took out a small, one- inch square piece of black lace. Christine's favorite color.
Originally published July 2007 - "Sexy Success"