Peeping Tam
Published by Evangeline Love
Copyright 2011 Evangeline Love
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I suppose he’ll do, Natalie thought as she closed the bedroom door behind Greg. She watched as he set his coat across her wicker chair before turning on the bedside lamp and making himself comfortable on her bed.
Even though she had known Greg for a few weeks now he still failed to light her fire; she was settling and she knew it. The room felt increasingly stuffy so Natalie pinned back the curtains and opened the window. It was eleven o’clock and there was a chill in the air that she found both calming and refreshing.
Natalie had needs, she wouldn’t necessarily call herself easy but she definitely had no qualms about having sex when she wanted to. Natalie ached and if she had to put aside her preferences to get a little relief than that was fine, for now.
What Natalie really wanted, no what she needed was a woman; someone who knew how to please and be pleased by another woman. It’s not that men couldn’t please her. They could and did, it just wasn’t the same and she never felt the same connection. But right then, need took a backseat as Greg reached out to pull her onto the bed.
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I sighed miserably as the colorful image on the TV blinked to black. I glanced around my practically bare living room, the little bit I still owned fit into the small room without effort. Life had really sunk to an all time low.
I had been unemployed for a record three months now. The video store I used to manage closed down; leaving thirteen more people in my small town to stand in line at the unemployment office. I grimaced; it looked as though I would be living off those meager wages for some time to come.
After what felt like my one hundredth interview gone wrong, I gladly sunk into my well worn, twenty five dollar garage sale couch. Dug into a pint of Chunky Monkey and settled in for a few much needed episodes of The Big Bang Theory.
I needed a good laugh, a stress release of some kind and it’s not like I had a lover. My low self esteem and quick to mope attitude made me not the best dating candidate right now.
I mean seriously, what would I say? “Hi, I’m Tamia Douglas, twenty six year old unemployed lesbian. Oh yeah and if you come back to my place we can only have sex in my small living room because I don’t want to take the chance of you seeing my hot neighbor having sex and finding out I’m a pervert.” I snorted; pathetic is the word most often used to describe me.
My only happiness and relaxation these days came from my nightly bubble bath and if I was lucky, an adventure into my newly found kink. As I scraped around the edges of the carton -determined to get every last bite- my body began to hum with anticipation. I always slid right into wet and ready when I thought of her.
I’d moved into this duplex two months ago, it was half the glamour of my old apartment but at half the price and right now budgeting was a priority. At this point the only thing that made it worthwhile was my promiscuous next door neighbor.
I smiled; not really promiscuous, just in touch with her sexuality. I envied that. I was still slightly disappointed though, with all the men she brought home there was never a woman, never a glimmer of hope that maybe I had a chance.
Natalie’s duplex was next to mine, our bedroom windows directly across from one another’s. The first time it happened had honestly been an accident…
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The first week I moved in I’d had my arms full of groceries when Natalie approached to introduce herself. At first sight I was taken aback by the beauty of her. Sleek blond hair, thick curvy body and unique eyes the color of stormy gray clouds. Of course, the lesbian in me perked right up but she’d shown no sign of interest.
Later that night, lying in bed unable to sleep I was contemplating a date with my favorite purple vibrator when I heard the tell tale signs of passion.
Never before that night had I noticed I could see directly into Natalie’s room. Never had I been happier with my lack of decorative skills and preference to be lulled to sleep by the soft sounds and breeze of a cool night.
At first I felt dirty, like some nasty peeping Tom invading on someone’s most intimate moments. But then something had happened. As I watched the man Natalie was with lick and suck on flesh that glistened in the moonlight I began to get excited. More wet and aroused than I could ever remember being before.
Turning on my vibrator I brought myself off to the sounds of ecstasy drifting in the cool night wind.
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Standing at the threshold to my room I fumbled up the wall for the light switch. Finding it and making sure to turn the dimmer light on the lowest possible setting. The last time I tried to enjoy in the dark I broke my damn pinky toe on the corner of my dresser.
I slowly crept to my bed, being extra careful with my movements as to not draw attention to my open window.
My heart raced as I watched Natalie walk from her now open window to the bed where her companion lay. When he drew her to him for a kiss I found I had to seriously tap down my jealousy.
The man had discarded his shirt and was now working at the buttons on his jeans. Natalie seemed almost bored as she watched him, unaffected that he seemed to expect her to put her mouth on him.
And she did, kneeling before him and griping his erect length in her small hand. Her tongue swept out as if testing his taste before he disappeared into her mouth completely. The man threw his head back, a look of extreme pleasure on his face.
I was surprised at how green I became. The months that I had been watching Natalie had made me want her with an intensity that scared me and it only continued to get worse. The weeks she had no lover I found myself missing her, looking for any reason to ‘accidently’ bump into her.
Like needing to take out the smallest amount of trash right when she happened to be getting home from work. Or baking a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies at ten o’clock at night and conveniently finding I lacked sugar at the last minute.
I worried she would catch on and try to avoid my crazy stalker actions but she was never anything but polite. Sweetly ignorant to my obscene obsession with her.
Of its own accord, my right hand drew lazy circles around my pebbled nipple, making it peak further. I could see my trusty vibrator out of the corner of my eye and had to restrain from grabbing it too soon.
I only got fucked when Natalie did and she was currently too busy swallowing cock. I can’t really blame the guy, Natalie had a beautiful mouth. I groaned. I know I should feel some semblance of guilt for my voyeurism, but I never did.
Natalie’s bed was on the opposite wall from the window, so when the man drew Natalie from her knees and knelt to take her place my excitement shot off the charts. My favorite part was when Natalie had a lover that enjoyed this. It allowed me to see first had the evidence of her arousal.
My hand moved down to stroke my wet pussy as I watched him spread the pink folds of her sex to reveal the sensitive jewel beyond. Her sounds were mediocre and I couldn’t help but imagine the sounds I could bring from her were it me on my knees instead.
It didn’t last long, the man seeming to have lost restraint stood to hastily sheath himself. I could hear him talking but couldn’t quite make out what he was telling her. I didn’t have to wonder long as Natalie rose and discarded her shirt before taking to her hands and knees facing me.
I eagerly reached for my vibrator; sliding it easily into where my fingers had just worked up a slick path. I had to bite back a moan as I watched her sway with the effort of his thrust.
Natalie seemed to have a routine, about every two weeks she would bring home a different man, enjoy his body and then move on to the next. Tonight was no different and she was no less beautiful. Back bowed, body glistening, face... blank?
I paused to look closer, something was definitely off; Natalie had her eyes clinched shut as if she was trying with all her might to concentrate. Or maybe picture something different.
The normal sounds of pleasure were absent; it seemed Natalie was just bidding her time until the man was finished. Oblivious to Natalie’s weaning pleasure, the man behind her continued to thrust, every now and again slapping her ass or reaching around to tug roughly on her breast.
Even though Natalie seemed to have lost enjoyment in their encounter, I sadly was not deterred. I wasn’t sure if it was watching in general or just watching Natalie but I had never been so turned on as when I spied through my window.
I looked down at my body, the window to my left blew wind in hard enough to ruffle my sheets and cool the sheen of perspiration covering me. I spread my legs farther apart, alternately pinching my nipples I sped up my thrust with the vibrator, my pussy sucking it greedily inside as I raced towards my first orgasm.
Eyes closed tight I bit my lip to quiet the coming wave of pleasure. Then Natalie moaned. A long, deep purring sound I had never heard before. I snapped my eyes open, desperate to see what he had done to suddenly bring out this side of her. My searching gaze was met by surprised eyes, eyes that sparkled silver with increased arousal.
Oh my fuck I almost fell off the bed. God, Natalie was looking right at me. The man gave a wolfish grin, “yeah girl, you like that?” Natalie never took her eyes from me “mmm, don’t stop.” I realized then that her words were meant for me. In my shock the vibrator had ceased, just like my rising orgasm. “God, don’t stop!” Natalie moaned breathlessly and as I focused on her I could see she had her hand between her legs.
My arousal shot through the roof as I watched her play with herself, her breast swaying enticingly while brushing the blanket beneath her. This man wasn’t doing it for her, but I was. I grabbed the buzzer and smiled as it came to life.
Natalie nodded excitedly and I found myself amazed at how bad I wanted to make her come. How bad I wanted to give her a show even half as good as the one’s she had been unknowingly giving me.
I turned my body so that Natalie would have a prime view of my ministrations and began to fuck myself. Slowly at first then faster as the man fucking her from behind sped up. His movements erratic, betraying his need to come.
I had never heard the sounds that now escaped Natalie and I knew she was as turned on by me. A relieved breath escaped me, in my mind had Natalie caught me she would have screamed and called the police.
We both seemed to have completely forgotten the man as we only had eyes for each other. Breathless moans and sharp cry’s of ecstasy drifting through the night for anyone to hear but only meant me.
Propped up on my elbow, I adjusted the vibrator to focus solely on my clit. I was so turned on my body began to gyrate as if fucking an invisible cock.
I knew Natalie was close, her moans turning into wails and explicit pleas of “yeah, fuck that pussy!” And, “I want to see you come.”
How this guy continued to think he was the cause of her pleasure I will never know but I was exceedingly glad he hadn’t caught on or seen me as well. My back bowed as I felt it expand, felt the tension in me stretch thin, ready to snap. Then I heard her scream, saw her mouth open, her eyes go round and I broke, we broke together.
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Natalie closed the door and listened to the sound of Greg’s retreating car. The smug bastard had spent the last fifteen minutes boasting about how loud he’d made her scream. She wanted to laugh at him but settled for rushing him out of the house instead.
Natalie’s mind whirled; she wondered how long Tam had been watching her. She should be mad at the intrusion of her privacy but instead found herself immensely turned on.
A thought suddenly occurred to her; almost since Tam had moved in she’d been showing up at the oddest times, with odd request or stories as to why she needed to see Natalie. Natalie laughed, had that been Tam’s way of showing Natalie she was interested?
She had wanted the sexy and awkward Tam from “nice to meet you, would you help me with my groceries.”
Natalie smiled, and Tam wanted her.
The end
About the author:
After attempting but failing
miserably at college and snoozing through her ten hour work days Eve
knew she needed to do something more exciting with her life. What
started out as a hobby quickly turned into several stories, some
short, some long, some dead ends and some just no good at all.
Evangeline is a sucker for a happy ending, a chocoholic and the rare
person who loathes coffee. She loves being able to create worlds in
which your everyday person can find true love and happiness... And
maybe a little something to singe the sheets.
Evangeline resides
in the Midwest with her soul mate and their four crazy cats who think
they own the place. She spends her days as a technical support rep
and nights with her head in a book or in front of the computer
furiously typing away, sure she will have carpal tunnel by the age of
thirty.
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