The Voyeur’s Secret

I had always found my neighbor, Ben, incredibly attractive. It’s not every day you get to see a handsome young man like him living right next door. I first laid eyes on him when he was just a boy, and over the years, I watched him grow into a man, my interest in him growing alongside his physical transformation. It was hard not to notice the way his body had filled out, his broad shoulders and muscular frame a stark contrast to the skinny kid he once was. And now, at 18, he was a sight to behold.

That particular night, as I was getting ready for bed, something compelled me to glance out of my bedroom window. The moonlight illuminated Ben’s room, his curtains left open, providing me with a clear view of his private sanctuary. There he was, sitting at his desk, his attention seemingly fixed on something on his computer screen. I felt a tingle of excitement as I realized I had the perfect opportunity to indulge in my secret pleasure—watching him.

As I peered through the window, my breath caught in my throat when I noticed his hand moving slowly down towards his crotch. My eyes widened with anticipation as he began to rub himself through his pants, his face contorted in concentration. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my heart racing with the thrill of witnessing such an intimate act.

Then, in a bold move, Ben stood up and unzipped his pants. My mouth went dry as I saw him reach inside and pull out his cock. It was a beautiful sight—long, thick, and already semi-erect. I bit my lip, suppressing a gasp, as I realized this was the first time I had ever seen him like this. His youthful body, combined with that impressive manhood, was a heady combination.

With slow, deliberate movements, he removed his pants and underwear, revealing his naked form. My eyes feasted on the sight of his firm, round ass as he turned and lay down on his bed, his cock standing proudly erect between his thighs. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs as I watched him settle into a comfortable position, one hand resting on his stomach, the other beginning to stroke his length.

I couldn’t help but mimic his actions, my own hands moving to my breasts, caressing and pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I imagined it was Ben’s strong hands on my body, his fingers teasing
my sensitive peaks. My other hand drifted down, sliding beneath the gown, finding the dampness that had already begun to pool between my thighs.

As I touched myself, my eyes remained fixed on Ben. He seemed lost in his own world, his hand moving in a steady rhythm up and down his shaft. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back, and a soft groan escaped his lips. I imagined the feel of his smooth skin under my fingers, the weight of his balls in my palm, and the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue.

I matched my pace to his, stroking my clit in time with his strokes. I could feel my orgasm building, my breath coming in short gasps as I pictured him thrusting into me, filling me with his youthful vigor. My mind was a blur of erotic thoughts as I watched his hand move faster, his body tensing with the effort. Suddenly, he arched his back, his hips lifting off the bed, and I knew he was close. I held my breath, my fingers working furiously, as I witnessed the first spurt of his release. His cum shot high into the air, a thick white stream that landed on his chest and stomach, painting his skin with its sticky warmth, followed by several more spurts.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. As I watched him climax, my own orgasm washed over me in powerful waves. My fingers worked my clit frantically as I came, my body trembling with the force of my release. I bit down on
my lip to muffle my cries, not wanting to disturb the peaceful night. After a few moments, I opened my eyes to see Ben still lying on his bed, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He reached for some tissues and began to clean himself, his movements slow and satisfied. Then, as if sensing my presence, he turned his head towards my window, his gaze locking with mine.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, we were frozen in time. I saw a mixture of emotions flash across his face—shock, embarrassment, and something else I couldn’t quite decipher. I knew he had caught me watching him, and I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks. Quickly, I mouthed the words, “Thank you,” my heart pounding in my chest.

Ben’s mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he simply nodded, a small, bashful smile playing on his lips. I returned the smile, my heart racing, and then, with a final lingering look, I closed my curtains, bringing an end to our silent, yet intensely intimate, encounter.

I lay in bed that night, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm. I couldn’t believe what had just transpired between us. It was as if a silent understanding had passed between us in that brief moment of eye contact. I knew I had crossed a line, but the thrill of being caught only added to the excitement. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with images of Ben’s naked body, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us. Would he confront me about what he’d seen? Or would he, too, keep this secret, a shared moment of voyeuristic pleasure that would forever bind us together? I smiled to myself, my fingers lingering between my legs, as I imagined the possibilities that lay ahead.

The Erotic Discovery

I walked into the computer repair shop, a slight feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. My laptop had been acting up, and I needed it for work, but I was more concerned about the content I had been browsing the night before. As a woman with a healthy sexual appetite, I often indulged in reading erotic stories online, and last night’s session had been particularly steamy.

“Hey, Melissa! Your laptop is all fixed up and ready to go,” Ron, the technician, greeted me with a charming smile. His deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he handed me the device. I was instantly drawn to his rugged good looks—tall and muscular, with dark hair that fell perfectly across his forehead.

“Great, thanks,” I managed to say, my voice slightly shaky. I had been coming to this shop for years, and Ron always did a fantastic job. But today, I felt a bit self-conscious, wondering if he had stumbled upon my secret.

“No problem. Just doing my job,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Although, I must say, it’s always a pleasure to work on your machine. It keeps me entertained.”

I furrowed my brow, confused by his comment. “What do you mean?”

Ron leaned closer, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered, “Let’s just say I now know your taste in literature is quite… stimulating.”

My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he was implying. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks with heat. I had never imagined someone like Ron, who seemed so professional and composed, would be the type to snoop through a customer’s browsing history.

“You… you saw that?” I stammered, my face flushing a deeper shade of red.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Melissa,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “I’m not judging. In fact, I share your interest. Those stories are quite something, aren’t they?”

Relief washed over me, followed by a surge of excitement. I never expected to find someone who shared my passion for erotic fiction, especially not in this small town.

“They are…” I trailed off, my mind already spinning with the possibilities. “I mean, yes, they are quite something. It’s a… unique interest.”

Ron’s eyes lit up, and he chuckled softly. “Unique, indeed. And one that I’d love to discuss further. How about we grab a drink? We can talk about our favorite stories, maybe even share some recommendations.”

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. I had always kept my love for erotica hidden, but the idea of sharing it with someone as attractive and intriguing as Ron was tantalizing.

“Okay,” I found myself agreeing, my curiosity getting the better of me. “One drink. But let’s go to my place. I have a better selection of drinks there.”

Ron’s smile widened, and he nodded. “Perfect. Lead the way, beautiful.”

As we walked to my car, I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes roamed over my body. I was wearing a simple black dress that hugged my curves, and I felt a thrill knowing that Ron was appreciating my figure.

The drive to my apartment was filled with flirty banter, and by the time we arrived, the tension between us was palpable. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, Ron following closely behind.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, my voice husky as I gestured towards the living room. “I’ll grab us some drinks.”

I headed to the kitchen, my hands slightly trembling as I poured two glasses of wine. My mind was racing with anticipation, and I took a moment to steady my nerves, taking a deep breath and reminding myself that this was just a casual drink with a like-minded individual.

When I returned to the living room, Ron was sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to the laptop screen. I had left it open, displaying one of my favorite erotic stories.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind,” he said, catching me off guard. “I couldn’t resist taking a peek. This story is hot.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I realized he was already getting into the spirit of things. “No, I don’t mind at all. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

Ron patted the space beside him, inviting me to sit. “Come, tell me more about what you like. What kind of stories get you going?”

I took a seat next to him, our thighs brushing against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “I love stories with strong female characters, especially when they’re in control. Dominance and submission, role-playing… those are my favorites.”

Ron’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Oh, I can see why. And what about you? Do you ever act out these fantasies?”

I took a sip of my wine, feeling bolder by the second. “Sometimes. I’ve always been a bit of a switch, enjoying both dominant and submissive roles. It depends on my mood and my partner.”

“Well, I’d love to see you in action,” Ron said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “Maybe we can act out a scene or two from one of these stories.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as I leaned closer to him, our faces mere inches apart. “I think that can be arranged. But first, let’s set the mood.”

I stood up and walked over to the stereo, putting on a sensual playlist filled with sultry jazz tunes. The soft music filled the room, setting the perfect atmosphere for what was about to unfold.

Ron watched my every move, his eyes burning with desire. As the first song began, I started to slowly undress, peeling off my dress and revealing my lace bra and panties. I swayed my hips to the music, letting my hands glide over my body, caressing my breasts and stroking my thighs.

“Fuck, Melissa,” Ron growled, his eyes fixed on my every movement. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I smiled, feeling empowered by his reaction. I continued my sensual dance, letting the rhythm guide my body. When the song reached its climax, I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands reaching for the button of his jeans.

“Let me show you just how much I love these stories,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.

With deft fingers, I undid his pants and pulled them down, revealing his throbbing erection. I stroked his length, marveling at how hard he was for me. Ron’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me closer to his cock.

“Suck me, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

I obliged, taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, and savoring the taste of him. I looked up at him through my lashes, enjoying the power I held over him in that moment. Ron’s hands tightened in my hair, urging me to take more of him. I deepthroated him, taking him as far as I could, my throat constricting around his girth.

“Fuck, yes!” he exclaimed, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to continue.

I bobbed my head, taking him in and out of my mouth, my hand working the base of his shaft in time with my movements. Ron’s breathing became ragged, and I knew he was close.

“I want to see you come, Melissa,” he panted. “Let me watch you touch yourself while I fuck that pretty mouth.”

I released his cock with a pop, my lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. I stood up and turned around, leaning against the couch, and began to tease my nipples through the lace of my bra. I slid my hand down my body, slipping my fingers into my panties and finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive.

Ron positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my ass as he reached around to pinch my hardened nipples. I moaned, the sensation of his touch and the filthy words he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

“You like being watched, don’t you, Melissa? Imagine all the stories we could act out together. You could be my naughty student, and I’d teach you a lesson you’d never forget.”

His words fueled my desire, and I began to rub my clit in earnest, my breath coming in short gasps. I imagined the scenarios we could play out, the roles we could take on, and the pleasure we could bring each other.

“Oh, Ron, yes!” I cried out as my orgasm built, my body trembling. “I want to be your student, your submissive. Teach me, please.”

Ron’s hands gripped my hips, and he spun me around, lifting me onto the couch. He positioned himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance.

“As you wish, my eager student,” he said, his voice laced with authority. “Now, be a good girl and show me how much you’ve learned.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and guided his cock inside me. We both groaned as he filled me, his length stretching and satisfying me in ways I had only read about in those erotic tales.

Ron began to move, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up the pace as I matched his rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building again, my body tightening around him.

“That’s it, Melissa,” he grunted, his eyes locked on mine. “Come for me. Show me how much you love these stories.”

His words were my undoing, and I cried out as my climax washed over me, my walls pulsing around his cock. Ron followed soon after, his body tensing as he filled me with his hot release.

We lay there, entangled on the couch, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. I turned my head to look at Ron, a satisfied smile on my face.

“That was incredible,” I breathed. “I never imagined acting out my fantasies with someone like you.”

Ron smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “I’m glad I could help bring your stories to life, Melissa. And this is just the beginning. We have so many more tales to explore and enjoy together.”

I leaned in and kissed him, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace. As we kissed, I knew that this was just the start of a steamy adventure, and I couldn’t wait to see what other erotic scenarios we would bring to life.