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OCC: This story is sort of a reverse voyeur story. The woman eventually finds out she has a peeping tom and likes the feeling. From there whatever happens is up to the female who plays Michelle. Although I did have in mind a little bit of domination like in those Clothed Female Nude Male websites, but again it's up to whoever is writing the story with me where it goes. As of now it's open to one female to play Michelle and perhaps maybe one to play Samantha.

IC: "Oh yes, oh yes, oh Samantha," I moaned as the first few bursts of warm semen splattered on my chest. I lay there motionless for a few minutes trying to catch my breath.

"Oh baby that was amazing," I said.

"For you, maybe," she said sarcastically. "Geez, you can't even do this right, I barely even got wet. Have a good night you jerk."

With that she hung up on me. She wasn't always so verbally abusive. I could understand her frustration of not getting off, but there wasn't much I could do for her. It was her fault after all. Samantha had demoted me to phone sex after a recent close call with pregnancy. I lobbied for oral but she felt it was best we not be physically intimate for awhile. I didn't mind at first. I did my best to find an upside to all of it. The best I could come up with was that when we finally did have sex again I would appreciate it that much more.

I went into the bathroom to begin to clean up. As I was wiping myself off with a towel, I noticed lights on across the street at Michelle's house. I barely knew her as much more than a name and what kind of car she drove, despite the fact we had been neighbors for three years. It was a bit odd to see her light on that hour since usually she worked midnight shift and would be gone. I didn't think much of it until I saw her come into the bathroom and slide her bathrobe off of her shoulders. It slowly and sensually fell to the floor giving me a great view of perfect hourglass figure.

When she bent over to light some candles around the edge of the bathtub, I felt my breath escape me in a soft moan. My hands immediately went from cleaning up to stimulating my cock as it grew erect. She dimmed the lights in the bathroom and slid slowly into the bath, the candlelight giving her a soft white glow. I didn't see much of the front of her body but it didn't matter, my mind was racing with thoughts of what I had seen. I had never really noticed her before, especially since Samantha kept me on a pretty tight leash, but I didn't see any harm in looking but not touching. I continued to pleasure myself, hoping deep down Michelle would hear me scream her name as I climaxed.
 
Michelle had been switched to the day shift. She had just finished ironing and decided to take a bath before going to bed. She stripped down in the bedroom putting her clothing in the hamper and entered the bathroom. She slowly took off her robe and bent to light the candles as her tub filled. She debated whether to turn off the little lamp by the door and decided against it. She did not want to get to comfortable in the tub, she might fall asleep and well. She pushed that thought away as she stepped into the tub and gracefully sat down.

She soaped up the cloth and washed her arms and neck, she had cleaned her face when she came home earlier. She sat straight in the tub and began to wash her breasts. Her nipples hardened and she touched them sending a thrill through her body. She continued her wash and stood up to wash her pussy, the warm water felt wonderful against it. She dropped the cloth and rubbed her clit for awhile.
 
Despite being illuminated in a white glow, I could see Michelle's pussy very clearly when she stood up. It had gone from a soft pink to a flushed red color quite quickly as she stimulated her clit. I don't know what came over me, but I knew this would most likely be a rare occurence so I pried myself away from the window just long enough to get my digital camera. I knew it was risky, but well worth it. I flipped the switch to video mode and zoomed in on her the best I could. It was a bit dark and I couldn't see enough. That was fine because it wasn't like I would be forgetting what I was seeing anytime soon.

My mind was racing. I knew I had her cell phone number on the neighborhood watch list. It was very tempting to send her a picture of what she was making me do, but I accepted reality that we were basically strangers and not every woman appreciated knowing she turned on a man to the point where he couldn't resist pleasuring himself at the very thought of her. Then again, maybe she would be into it. Samantha sure wasn't. She caught me jacking off one time in the shower and told me I better not clog the drain up. What a romantic she is. Anyways I knew I probably shouldn't but I switched the camera over to picture mode anyways. I pressed the button and the flash lit up the area between our houses like a lightning bolt. I knew I couldn't take anymore pictures without risking being caught. I glanced down at the picture I had just taken to see a blurry, out of focus picture of Michelle, and I had managed to cut her head and half her chest off. I pressed delete and decided to go back to the live show.

"Oh Michelle, if only you knew what you do to me," I said as I bit my bottom lip to try and quiet my moans of pleasure.

I climaxed much longer than normal, I would guess at least thirty seconds. It had everything, burts, dribbles, and just an over sticky situation, that I enjoyed getting myself into.

My knees were weak from the intense orgasm I had just experienced, so I had to brace myself against the wall as I continued to watch her. I always thought baths were sensual, but now I had even more reason to feel that way.
 
Michelle saw a flash and wondered if it was raining out, she had not heard any thunder. She got back to business and began to wash her behind. Still feeling a need in her body she sat on the little shelf that was part of the tub and opened her legs wide. She moved one hand down to her pussy and spread herself open so the little button was accessable to her other hand. She dipped her hand into the hot water and pressed one finger on the button and moved it in a circular motion. The feeling was electric and she threw back her head and closed her eyes, moving her finger faster. She added another finger and dug a little deeper into her pussy. She did this for awhile and knew she needed more so she stood up and opened a cabinet and brought out a slime dildo. She looked at it and shivered. She always felt a bit guilty when she used her little toy.

She sat back down and opened her legs once more, turned ont the vibrator and slowly pushed the dildo into her pussy. She had to go slow as her body wasnt quite ready for it yet. She gently moved it in and out of herself, imagining a phantom man making love to her. Her groans began to fill the bathroom.
 
I was mesmerized. I could see Michelle's mouth was open, but I couldn't hear her moans, no matter how much I wanted to. I glanced at the phone sitting on the sink. My first instinct was to call her so I could hear her climax. I could only hope she'd answer the phone.

She was startled by the ringing of the phone, but by now she had brought out a toy and was too far along to answer it. It rang four times and went to voicemail. I cursed softly under my breath.

"Hello Michelle, I don't know if you remember me but my name is Brad Stevens. I live across the street from you. We met a few months ago at the neighborhood watch meeting. Anyways that's what I'm calling about. I've just been informed that we have a possible peeping tom on this block and I'm collecting opinions from the women on the street about how they feel about that and what they suggest we do about it. So how do you feel knowing that someone could be watching your every action and what do you suggest we do about it? Call me back when you get a chance and maybe we can get some coffee or something, Goodbye."

I hung up, a little surprised that I had the nerve to ask a naked woman I was watching for a date. But on the other hand I was kind of proud of myself.
 
As Michelle was nearing her climax, she moved her hand to her breast and felt how hard and ridgit her nipples were. She squeezed one of her breasts bringing more sensations to her body.

Suddenly she heard the phone ring but she couldn't stop now she needed to cum. On the fourth ring it transfered to the answering machine. It had slowed down her climax a bit so she turned up the vibration, she need to come, it had been too long, an ache in her virgina told her she was failing to make herself come. Finally she gave up and threw the dildo into the bathroom sink and sank back into the cooling water of the tub. She raised her legs, placing her head on her knees once more frustarded. God, she need a man but once she got one she was always such a prude, afraid to try different things that they seemed to want to do. After awhile she began to wash again. When she was done she stood up the water streamed off of her well developed body body as she got out of the tub.

She flipped on the lights feeling a throbbing inside of her pussy. She shook her head at her reflection. Her long blond hair was soaked. She grabbed a towel and began to dry it. Her lovely features stared back at her through crystal blue eyes. She realized how lonely she was as she wrapped a towel around her and walked through the rooms. She saw the answering machine blinking at her and got annoyed. She pressed the button and listened. Fear showed on her face as she went to the bathroom and looked out the window. She prayed that no one had been watchin. She would have to close the blinds going forward.

She went back to the phone and pressed redial and waited for Brad Stevens to answer his phone.

"Hello Brad this is Michelle Hunter, is there really a peeking tom in the neighborhood"
 
I watched her throw the dildo into the sink. I felt bad for her. I know how it feels to get so close and not be able to get off. I suppose Samantha knows that feeling all too well as well. I was about to call it a night when I heard my phone ring.
"Hi Michelle, thanks for calling me back. I hope I didn't bother you calling so late. Yes, there is a peeping tom in the neighborhood. Or at least that's what I've heard. Truth be told there probably is one in every neighborhood but most don't get caught. I'm still waiting for the other women on the block to call me back. Most likely it's going to be a witch hunt and any pizza deliveryman or any single male out after dark is taking his life into his hands. Especially with Mrs. Hogan down the block. But I digress, my point is I just wanted to let you know since I think you said you work the midnight shift and you'll be leaving late at night when most of us on the street are asleep. I guess we're neglecting our neighborhood watch duties that way. So I was thinking until he is caught, maybe I can, I don't know walk you to your car or something when you leave for work. I'm usually up pretty late, so I can offer that. I know we don't really know each other, but I'm a bit of a worrywart and I just say better safe than sorry. So since you are level-headed and a lot calmer than Mrs. Hogan, what do you propose we do about this guy? And how would it make you feel if someone was watching you?"
 
Michelle listened to Mark as he explained what was going on in the neighborhood.

"I I dont know what to do about this man and how I would feel if I was being watched. I do know I feel scared now. I was just switched to the Day Shift I start on Monday. You said you were a bit of a night owl and well it is Friday night.
Would you like to come over to my house for awhile, I will make coffee and we could talk"

Michelle lived alone and thought that if a peeping tom had seen her doing what she was doing, the presents of a man just might scare him off. God only knew what such a man would do, what if watching made him decide to break in when she went to sleep. The phone line went dead.

"Mark, are you there, I can understand if you don't want to come over, it is late but not that late. Of course I use to work the night shift so......."

She was babbling now, gee, why did he get like this as soon as a man showed her some attention.
 
I didn't need to be asked twice, but still it was an awful time to drop a call. Rather than press redial and play phone tag I took the initiative to get dressed and go check on Michelle.
I pulled on a pair of gym shorts, not even bothering to put on boxers because I was in such a rush, and a t-shirt and headed out the door.

I made sure to ring the doorbell since I thought knocking might scare her. She opened the door looking relieved to see me. I felt I had to say something to explain my behavior earlier.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind me coming over at such a late hour. But when you said you were scared I couldn't very well leave you alone. I didn't mean to scare you of course, I just wanted to give you a heads up. Mrs. Hogan is paranoid and thinks that someone in the neighborhood is encouraging it. She's convinced anyone under the age of forty with a camera phone or digital camera only uses it to make homemade porn, she's a nut. So just to mess with her when she asked me how I would feel if there was a woman voyeur out there watching me I told her it would turn me on like nothing else ever could. I thought it was funny, but she didn't. Anyways this probably isn't the best way to make a first impression.." I could feel myself blushing.

"So how about that coffee you offered? Or at this point some Irish coffee might be even better to calm me down a bit. I worked all day, yet I'm very hyper, sorry about that."
 
Michelle seemed to be rooted to the spot as she listened to Mark. When he talked about irish coffee and just stood there, blushing, she blushed too.

"Mark, I only have on a robe, would that make you uncomfortable or should I get dressed and then open the door to you"

She hadn't expected him to come so fast, in fact when he rang the doorbell she was still holding the phone. She was glad he was there though but didn't want to offend him by not being dressed.
 
"Oh, well if this is a bad time I can come back. I just wanted to check on you. But I won't be offended if you're just in a robe. I didn't exactly put too much on when I came over. Besides this is a friendly visit and we're both adults, it's not like we're going to see anything we haven't seen before," I said with a nervous chuckle.

The thought of her in just a robe, made me think of her without a robe. I felt my cock head brush against the soft material of the shorts as I shifted from side to side. "Oh no, not now, anytime but now," I whispered to myself as I felt the same feeling growing in me that I did awhile ago when I saw her taking a bath. The doorknob started to turn and I did my best to squirm and hide what was happening to me. I looked past her and for the nearest place to sit down. I just hoped she wouldn't call the police for something I really had little control over.
 
Michelle blushed but opened the door wide. She was amazed at how fast he entered her house and made it to the couch, sat down and smiled at her. Her hand was still on the door as she looked at him in amazement. She finally closed her mouth and shut and locked her door.

She walked over to him thinking he must be a runner or something like that. She sat on the edge of her overstuffed chair, holding her robe closed and smiled.

"Thank you for coming over, I was scared but with you her now I feel safe. You said something about Irish coffee, I dont know how to make that but I can learn, if you tell me what to do"

Her robe was silky and clug to her body. One hand held the low cut top of it closed while the othe held the bottom close but still her shapely legs were in his view as were her naked feet.
 
"Oh yeah, Irish coffee. Well it's basically just regular coffee with a shot of whiskey in it. I realize it's a weeknight and here I am talking about getting ripped. I'm just nervous I suppose. I don't see a lot of the neighbors and when I do I never know what to say. It's funny to think we share this same piece of earth where we eat and sleep and spend our downtime yet we, not just you and I, but the whole neighborhood are basically strangers. But I'm rambling once again. I came over to talk about the peeping tom."

My eyes searched her up and down. Her legs were so silky smooth they glistened in the light. Her feet were very cute and feminine, her toenails painted a magenta color.

I didn't notice at first, but my shorts were shorter than I realized. I felt my half erect cock pressed against my thigh, the head slightly peeking out the leg of my shorts. I hoped she didn't notice. I could see the very edge of her nipples through the robe when she moved slightly as well. I decided to try and lighten the mood while I adjusted myself.

"It looks like neither one of us was dressed for success tonight," I said with another nervous laugh.

"If you want, you can wear my t-shirt and just tie the robe around your waist. I want you to be comfortable. Oh what am I saying? A gentleman doesn't ask, he just does, so here put this on." I took my shirt off and tossed it to her.

"I'll turn my back and shut my eyes while you put it on."

I knew encouraging her to get dressed was a step backwards, however my intentions weren't all pure. I figurded I had about ten seconds at most to get in a few strokes while she was getting dressed. My mistake was shutting my eyes instead of watching her. Before I knew it my hand was resting on my crotch trying to conceal my erection while at the same time trying to give myself some sort of relief.
 
Michelle reached out to take Mark's shirt noticing how muscular his shoulders and chest were. His stomach was so flat and it was tight with muscles as well. She had forgotten to hold her robe closed as she stood up, a good portion of her shapely body showed. Her hand finally grasped the shirt as she looked at him as if she was a sleepwalker. His hand touched hers but she did not pull away. Suddenly he grasped her hand, the shirt fell to the floor and Michelle was in his arms. Her robe was partially open, flesh on flesh excited her as he leaned down and drew her into a passionate kiss.
 
We tumbled to the floor before either of us knew what was happening. I kissed her deeply, knowing how wrong it was but not caring. Lust was consuming me but it was nearly equal to the genuine concern I felt for this woman. Of course I had put the fake fear into her, but nevertheless it was refreshing to be with someone who actually had passion for life.

"Wait, I have a girlfriend, I really shouldn't be doing this," I said breathless from the kiss.

"But I am very attracted to you. I have been for awhile, actually. I don't know if now is the time or not, but I must confess. I watched you taking a bath earlier. It was quite an accident really, but I couldn't look away. In fact I pleasured myself to the image of your naked body and I was thinking about doing it again right at this very moment when I came inside and caught glimpses of your lovely body under that skimpy robe. I want you Michelle and judging by that kiss I think you want me to. I hope you don't think any less of me for watching you earlier, but there has to be some way we could both get the satisfaction we need."
 
Their bodies were intangled, kisses hot and wild when suddenly Mark made his confession. His words made her blush as she realized what he had seen but still she needed a man, he seemed like the man she need, as she pulled him into a kiss of passion.

"Oh God Mark, I need you, I haven't been with a man for such a long time. It can be a one time thing being you have a girlfriend. I hope you dont think lesser of me but I truely need a man. It has been years since I felt the touch of a man's hands on my body. Please just one time and then we will part"

She looked into his eye, her's were serious and honest, she trusted him not to be a masher. By his words, he seemed to be a man that would not hurt her. She had not given into her needs for years, she really did need him. She waited for his answer, frightened he would leave, frightened he would stay.
 
"Well it is true that I do have a girlfriend, but you see she won't even let me touch her. I know that's not your problem, I just want you to know that if something does happen tonigh, I won't regret it, nor do I want you to feel guilty."

I didn't know if I should look for a way out. Her words were shocking. After all how could a gorgeous woman like her not be touched by a man for years? I suppose it wasn't that crazy. She did work odd hours that made it hard to maintain a social life and I was never one to refuse a woman in need.

I took a deep breath and spoke, "I can provide you the touch you so desperately need. Well I need it too."

I untied her robe and let it fall the floor. I placed my hands on her face and pulled her towards me for another kiss. I let my fingertips caress her shoulders and back. Then I took her hand and guided it towards the elastic of my shorts. I helped her tug them off of me and we both lay there naked.
 
Michelle quivered a bit as Mark explained his problem, she couldn't understand a woman who had a man not wanting his touch. She had been without a man a very long time because of work and double shifts. No man would put up with that.

He gently caressed her face and drew her close. He kissed her hard and grasped her shoulders moving down her arms and taking her hands to put them against his waistband and help her to remove his shorts. She had never been the aggressive type but this movement excited her so. They were both naked now, she shivered as he roamed her body with his eyes and his hands. He placed one of her hands on his chest incouraging her to do the same. She groaned with anticipation as he guided them into the sexual act.
 
"Michelle, you have no idea how much I got off earlier just watching you, so I kind of want to just give myself to you. I want to just lie here and watch you have your way with me. Or if you want anything else, just let me know. I want tonight to be all about you. You need this and I want you to be satisfied."

My hands slid up her thighs as she hovered above me. She braced herself with her hands on my chest. I looked deep into her eyes as I felt her hand guiding me towards her. She let go to let her pussy take over. I felt a soft warmth that I had never felt before as I slowly slid into her. I groaned with pleasure, jealous of my cock because I wanted to taste her first. However I was holding true to my word and it was really all about her tonight.
 
Michelle was not sure of herself as she sat up keeping her hands on his chest and let them move slowly with her own movements to his hard firm stomach. She lowered herself onto his cock, gasping as it parted her lips. He was huge, she was having difficulty getting down his large shaft. Mark decided to give her a little assistance as his hand went to her pussy and he began to rub her little button. She moaned with pleasure as her body let go of some of her juices and she slipped down a bit on his cock. He continued to do this until she was half way down and then moved his hands to her hips and pushed her down hard on his cock. She groaned in pleasure. It was a tight fit, he held her stationary feeling her body adjust to the thickness and length of him.
 
Something snapped inside of me when I felt her juices dripping on me. My feelings went from beautiful romance to pure lust. She obviously wasn't lying about sex being few and far between with her, since it was very rare to find a woman her age and her level of beauty who was still tight. Samantha didn't even cross my mind. If she wanted to play that little game, it was fine with me, I had Michelle now, even if only for one night, it would be worth it.

That passionate rage continued to boil out as I grabbed her ass and rocked her hips gently on me, helping her adjust to my size. This caused her to lean forward allowing me to kiss, suck, and gently bite her breasts.

"Michelle, how long has it been since you've been fucked? I'm not talking sex, not talking making love, I'm talking truly fucked. The kind where you are so sore you can't even move the next day. That's what I've wanted to do to you every since I saw your earlier and thought about bending you over the bathtub."

My words shocked even me, but I must admit I did like the feeling. After all she wasn't going anywhere.
 
Michelle groaned as Mark grabbed her ass and rocked her back and forth her pussy was opening slowly but not fast enough it seemed for him. He began to lick and suck her breasts concentrating on her nipple. It felt so good, she shut her eyes and let the feel of him take over. Suddenly he spoke and she open her eyes.

"Michelle, how long has it been since you've been fucked? I'm not talking sex, not talking making love, I'm talking truly fucked. The kind where you are so sore you can't even move the next day. That's what I've wanted to do to you every since I saw your earlier and thought about bending you over the bathtub."

Michelle paled at his words, she was not sure what he meant but she was impaled by him and could not move. She had to answer him soon as his eyes penetrated hers waiting for an answer.

"I have never had what you speak of"

Mark made a primative growl and somehow he managed to get up with her still attached. Although she was frightened of what was to come. She wrapped her arms around his neck just in case he lost his grip on her.
 
Despite being more than ample with her curves, Michelle was actually quite light. I picked her up with ease and carried her to the couch. I sat her down gently on a cushion and positioned myself so that I could stand in front of her with my hands on the back of the couch using that to propel myself in and out of her.

I went back to the sensual passion again as I stopped. "Michelle, I don't even know your last name and at this point it doesn't really matter, but I want to know things about you. Tell me what you like in bed, tell me about fantasies you have, tell me about past sexual experiences including your best, and I will make all those pale in comparison, that is what I mean by truly fucking you, tonight will be the best tonight you ever had."
 
The back of the couch and his cock became her prison. She had fears but also wanted to experience what he was talking about. He asked so many questions and she did not have the answers.

"I had sex twice, both were equal in enjoyment. I liked the touching but somehow at the end of it I still wanted something else, I dont know what. I have no fantasies, none at all, maybe because I have not had enough experience"

She heard him growl again and looked into his intense eyes again a bit of fear filled her.
 
"You've only had sex twice? No wonder your body feels so tight. Don't worry it's not a bad thing, in fact it gives me that much more pleasure knowing that I am with someone who can truly appreciate this. I want to let you experience everything Michelle, but I don't want to hurt you. In fact I think I need to make you wetter. Do you want to take a bath or would you prefer I give you oral pleasure?"
 
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