House of Voyeur

The sofa is positioned in such a way that I would have been in full view from the top step. After about 15 minutes, I let loose and shot a giant load of cum all over my stomach. The warm goo continued to ooze from the tip as I gently massaged it into the sensitive head. Even as it deflated, I couldn't stop rubbing. Completely soft, still cradled in my wet hand, cum continued to drool from its little hole.

"Wow - that just happened," my brain scolded. Jayne just shared her deepest darkest secret and I turned it into a sick fantasy for my sexual enjoyment. The guilt and embarrassment began to set in. Was I a pervert? I felt disgusted when I looked down at the mess I made.

Just then, I thought I heard a noise at the top of the stairs and grabbed a pillow to cover my slumping, sticky dick. While I couldn't see anything, I could sense that Jayne had secretly been watching from the top of the stairs. I suddenly felt even more guilty as she would have known that she was the subject of my steamy masturbation fantasy. Just another man who let her down.

I grabbed some tissue, wiped off the pillow, cleaned myself up, and headed upstairs to shower and go to bed. A couple of minutes into my shower, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. Really? Jayne had to pee now? Sure enough, she came in and did her thing. This time it was different though. I could see her shadowy figure as she unwrapped a pad and carefully attached it to the crotch of her panties. Not a word, just a beautiful sight.

I tossed and turned all night. Did Jayne watch me masturbate? Did she come into the bathroom just to let me know she was awake the whole time and saw everything? Was she offended?

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the shower. Not sure if it was the sound of the water running or simply my perversion, but I suddenly had to pee. A knock on the door followed by an invitation, and I was soon standing in front of the toilet. No movement in the shower, just the feeling of being watched.

When I looked to my right, I spotted what appeared to be a long slim vibrator sitting on the counter. I carefully leaned down to take a closer look, making sure not to lose my aim. I could see what appeared to be a shiny wet bloody film on it. I finished, zipped up, and as I turned to leave the bathroom, leaned down to take a sniff. Wow, it had a very different smell. Had Jayne just finished masturbating with it? On her period? Did she cum? If she brought it into the bathroom to wash, why not take it in the shower with her? Did she plan to leave it out hoping I would see it? My mind was reeling.

Several days passed and there was no mention of the events of that evening. Nothing about her soiled vibrator. Jayne stayed pretty close to her room. Hopefully it's just period related.

Chapter 6 -The Awakening

Jayne finally joined me on the sofa again after being absent for a few days.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Better than you can imagine," was her response. "Jake, we need to talk. No, I need to talk, and I just need you to listen. No interruptions, no judgement, I just really need you to listen."

This cannot be good, I thought to myself. After being mysteriously absent for so long, something must be terribly wrong. My heart jumped in my chest. "Sure," I responded.

We settled into the sofa. Her typical attire of jeans and T-shirt had been replaced with soft cotton shorts, just long enough to cradle her cute little ass, the material just thin enough to enhance her lovely curves. The loose-fitting T- shirt replaced with one that was more form fitting. Even her bra was different. Less padded in the cups, her breasts seemed much more comfortable. They certainly looked much more inviting. "Stop!" I told myself. This sounds serious.

Jayne asked if we could snuggle the way we did during our previous sofa time, the night of the big confession. Sure, I said and patted my thigh, inviting her head to snuggle in. "Hold me the way you did that night," she whispered.

As I gently stroked her arm and hip Jayne began. "Remember, just listen please."

"After I spilled my guts out to you that night, I felt a sense of relief. You didn't laugh or make fun of me, you just mostly listened. Laying here with my head in your lap felt so good, so safe. I drifted off to sleep as your hand gently, lovingly caressed my broken spirit. As I slipped in and out of consciousness, I felt at peace for the first time I could remember. I felt desired, loved."

Jayne shifted slightly, looking up into my eyes. "You did that," she said. "You made me feel like a woman."

She looked away and continued, "I started to realize that my body was responding to your touch. Gentle tingling feelings spread from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It was magical. I felt my face flush. It spread down my neck, over my breasts, through my torso and into my groin. My breasts swelled, filling my bra like they never had before. My nipples seemed to dance against the soft material. I slowly, carefully shifted on the sofa, making sure not to wake you. I gently slid your limp hand to my breast, Pushed your fingers into the pliable, sensitive tissue. My nipple pushed hard against your palm, begging to be touched. Still asleep, your hand must have sensed my need. It slowly, gently massaged my breast, not like a hungry tiger pawing at its kill. No, this was sensual, gentle, caring. I felt my body begin to melt."

"I thought about my 18-year-old self, the naïve horny girl in search of her sexuality. As I relived my embarrassing story, it didn't seem as bad, as horrifying. It was as if I was reading someone else's story online. I managed to forgive myself, I felt at peace with my body again."

She continued, "As you held me, caressed me, my body suddenly felt different, relaxed, at peace. The menstrual cramps in my abdomen eased. I imagined that the deepest part of my vagina gently pressed against my cervix. It seemed to massage my tense uterus. Gently, softly, my womb was comforting itself. It felt amazing; I can't even begin to describe the pleasure. Nothing like the orgasm that overtook me on the Jensen's bed. No this was calming, sensual, amazing. Gentle waves of pleasure filled my abdomen. I felt my stomach lift and fall as each wave pushed through to my groin. Warm liquid pushed through my delicate canal and soaked into my period pad. I could feel it leak, my thighs and butt soaking in the warm pleasure. I knew I should get up and change it but couldn't move. That little pad had always been a source of irritation, a reminder of the dirty little secrets that haunted me. It suddenly felt different. It seemed to gently caress my vulva, pressing against it tightly, cupping it. It was keeping it safe. Safe from the nasty world. Safe from predators. Safe from myself."

Tears rolled down Jayne's cheeks as she continued. "I came to the realization that I wasn't a bad person. I wasn't that slutty little teenage girl that messed the Jensen's bedspread, splayed herself for the world to see. I was just a girl, a naive lost soul. My vagina wasn't evil. Sure, it had a mind of its own, but it was good. It was the source of life. As wave after wave of emotion engulfed me, comforted me, escaped me, I felt like a woman for the first time. I embraced the slick warmth that soaked into my sweatpants. I spread my legs wide. As if to give birth, I pushed hard, forcing all of the evil that had consumed me out between my legs. Gush after gush, my vagina contracted, pushed, expelled. No fingers, no vibrator, my vagina did this on its own. The most sensual, pleasing feeling that any woman could ever imagine. It wasn't an orgasm, it was a birthing."

Jayne continued, "I drifted off to sleep. Content in the sticky wet warmth between my legs. I was happy. When I finally got up, I found an old towel and wrapped it around me and went upstairs to clean up; I couldn't help but to peek out of my room to watch you. Fresh pad and panties gently pressing against me, I threw on my nightshirt, not in the mood for the constraints of a bra. As I descended the stairs, I watched intently as you touched yourself. I knew I was the source of your fantasies. That made me feel good, needed, loved. Your reaction was priceless, the bulge in your boxers so obvious. I went into the kitchen to get some water. I felt so comfortable in my body. I couldn't help but give you a look at my ass. Your stare so intense, so primal. The exaggerated sway of my nightshirt caught your attention as I walked by. I knew you would have to finish what you had started. I knew I would have to watch."

"From the top of the stairs, I watched with great delight as you stroked that magnificent cock. Never touching myself, I fantasized that it was pushing into me, filling me, stroking me, exploding deep inside me. I barely made it back to my room before you looked back. The wetness between my legs soaked through another pad. Warm, squishy, I sat on my bed and gently rocked and slid my hips, forcing the sensual liquid between my cheeks, down my thighs, into my panties. I was so wet, so happy. After I heard you get in the shower, I went in and changed my pad. I could feel your eyes, burning through the shower curtain. I knew then that our relationship had evolved."

Chapter 7 - The Orgasm

About a week later, I was settled in front of the TV, waiting for Jayne to join me. She had been mysteriously absent all day.

To my astonishment, she came down the stairs wearing a thin long night shirt, obviously no bra based on the free movement of her breasts. Why the sudden change? I wondered. This was definitely a different Jayne.

I watched intently as she made her way to the sofa, studying every intimate detail. Nipples proudly pointing skyward, she carefully sat down on the sofa; she crossed her legs and leaned away from me. The shirt pulled up slightly revealing one very cute ass cheek and no sign of panties.

She turned to look at me, and with a slight smirk asked, "Will you be watching another titty show tonight?"

I tried to play it cool and responded, "I sure hope so."

We then continued with some idle chit chat, no mention of the previous week's confession, her self-discovery and healing, or the chance encounter with her soiled vibrator. Jayne looked over at me and asked if I knew what a voyeur was. I hesitated for a second before responding, "Yup, a people watcher." She grinned and said, "I guess that makes me a voyeur. I really like to watch you."

Jayne then jumped up off the sofa, her beautiful breasts jiggling under her shirt as she walked into the kitchen. She yelled out to me from the kitchen, "How about some wine tonight?"

I generally have a glass of wine before bed but had never seen Jayne drink wine. She came back in with two glasses of red wine and plopped down on the sofa, this time not being as careful how she sat. Her night shirt rode up as her thighs spread slightly, revealing a perfectly manicured bush. It all happened too quickly to see anything else, but now I knew two things for sure - she wasn't wearing anything under her shirt, and she was sporting a nice bush.

As a side note, I am not a fan of shaved pussies. I am old school and prefer a nicely manicured bush, unlike all of my guy friends who claim to prefer a bare pussy.

As we sipped our wine, Jayne asked why I didn't make myself more comfortable. I guess I gave her a strange look when she added, "The other night you looked much more comfortable wearing just your boxers while you watched TV."

It was another hot evening, so I said, "I guess, if you don't mind."

I stood up, pulled off my shorts and T-shirt and sat back down. Her eyes followed my crotch all the way down. Her eyes remained fixed on my crotch as she pulled one leg around and slid it onto the sofa, knee bent, she faced me. This caused her thighs to part just enough to get a glimpse of her soft little pussy. Light brown, short wispy hair framed her beautiful vulva. Trimmed nicely to remain concealed under a bikini, but not bare around her lips. Her soft curly locks seemed to gently tease her puffy lips much like a post pubescent boy's mustache. Soft and sparse, just enough to tell it's there without hiding anything. As she shifted, those pretty little lips parted ever so slightly revealing tiny silky inner lips. Light pink, moist and tender, they seemed to shyly peek out, just enough to remain protected by their bigger sisters, curious about what the outside world had to offer.

I could feel my heart pumping, my dick growing. I adjusted slightly, trying to keep the growing bulge in my boxers from becoming too obvious. As I did, the head of my dick slid out the leg opening, just barely, but enough for Jayne to get a glimpse. She took a sip of wine and licked her lips. As she brought her wine glass back down, she overtly brushed it over her hard nipple. The whole time, her eyes never left my crotch. She then nestled the wine glass on the sofa between her parted thighs, the narrow stem gently enveloped by her precious little lips. Her silky inner lips appeared to gently wrap around that stem as if to hold it tight.

As we continued to chat, neither of us acknowledging the sexual tension filling the room, she twisted and twirled the wine glass, gently sliding it up and down, forcing the stem deeper between her growing pussy lips. Those pink inner lips continued to grip the stem tightly, sensually massaging it while applying copious amounts of lubrication. She then turned even farther toward me, spreading her thighs even farther apart easing the tantalizing hold on the wine glass. Her hard clit exposed, pressed tightly against the smooth glass stem, probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She looked me directly in the eyes, offered a fake yawn and said, "Time for bed, enjoy your titty show tonight."

Before standing, she slowly slid her fingers down the stem of the wine glass, gliding them over her engorged vulva, as if to pry it from the steamy grasp of her pussy. As it pulled free, her fingers slipped down the now thoroughly lubricated stem and nearly fell out of her hand. "Slippery little sucker," she whispered with a grin. She slid one finger down the length of the stem collecting small droplets of liquid, gently rubbed it across her lips, licked her lips, and said, "Very nice vintage."

With that, she headed up the stairs while sipping her wine. When she reached the top of the stairs, she didn't go into her bedroom. Instead, she turned and sat down on the landing and slowly, carefully spread her legs wide. She lowered her wine glass, this time pressing and rubbing the body of the glass into the soft folds between her thighs. She dipped a finger into her waiting pussy, then into the wine glass. She brought it up to her lips and sampled the special elixir. A long, pronounced lick of her lips signaled that it met her expectations.

From Jayne's vantage point at the top of the stairs, she had a clear view of the sofa where I was sitting. With the TV supplying just enough light, she seemed set to watch me perform.

I finished off my wine, turned myself around on the sofa, locked eyes with Jayne, and pulled my boxers down to my knees. My dick, happy to be released, slapped against my belly. It jumped ever so slightly with each beat of my heart. It was ready. I was ready. More importantly, Jayne was ready.

My new vantage point offered an unobstructed view of Jayne's hand between her legs, slowly petting her slick engorged pussy lips. Tickling the hairs between her lips and thighs. Her perfect little bush framed her vulva beautifully. The moon shone brightly through the window at the top of the stairs making for the perfect lighting.

I reached under the sofa cushion and retrieved a small bottle of lube that I stashed earlier. I squirted a generous glob onto the head of my dick and slowly rubbed it over my dick and balls. I picked up the empty wine glass and slowly rubbed it over my slick hard dick, inside and outside, the smooth glass offered a very different sensation than my hand.

I looked up to see Jayne pull her vibrator from behind the stair post. She had obviously planned ahead as well. She dipped it in her wine glass before guiding it to her waiting clit. Slowly, methodically she used the wine coated vibrator to part her delicate lips, revealing the smooth silky pink tissue below. The vibrator dipped into her anxiously awaiting pussy, just far enough to collect another sample. Back into the wine and up to her waiting tongue.

After a little bit she discarded her night shirt presenting her beautiful, flawless, creamy white girls to me for the first time. Very prominent nipples with large dark areolae, just as I fantasized. After another dip in the wine, she began teasing her bare nipples with the vibrator. The fingers from her other hand dipped in the wine then gently parted her pussy lips. I watched intently as her fingers pushed south and slowly disappeared into her wetness.

I was so enthralled watching this beautiful woman pleasure herself that I found myself on the verge of cumming. I quickly released my hand from my blood engorged dick and squeezed the base to keep from going over the edge. As I did that, I noticed a look of surprise on Jayne's face. If she was as naive as she claimed, she probably didn't understand what I was doing. As I squeezed, droplets of pre-cum formed on the head of my dick. Using the tip of my finger, I collected the pre-cum and brought it to my lips. As if rehearsed, Jayne pulled her slippery fingers from her pussy, and together we sampled our own juices. We both licked our lips and went back to pleasuring ourselves.

Jayne seemed pleased to see me resume stroking. When I looked back up at her, the vibrator had replaced her fingers and was slowly disappearing into her undoubtedly tight and slippery hole. Her other hand was pulling, twisting, and pinching her hard nipples. That same hand grabbed her tender breast, squeezed it tight, and forced the long hard nipple into her mouth. Her lips formed tightly around it, sucking it in.

Her eyes didn't leave my hard dick until she suddenly let out a whimper, her deformed nipple slipping from her lips, her breast dropping back to her chest. She leaned back, arched her back, and began to shudder. Her eyes closed tight, her hand thrusting the vibrator hard and fast.

Suddenly, she stopped, the vibrator fell to the floor, and she lay back on the landing. Her legs spread wider than ever, allowing the moonlight to glimmer on the wetness of her gaping, splayed lips. Thick drool oozed from the dark opening between her thighs. That soft innocent little pussy I first saw sitting on the sofa now engorged, totally satisfied.

Her lips remained parted, inviting, as she lay motionless. I imagined my dick pressing into her wetness, filling her, loving her. It was a beautiful sight. The view of her sexy, spent pussy, my hand replicating it's feel sent me over the edge. I pushed my dick inside the wine glass, my slick hand pressing it tightly against the side, a makeshift pussy. I pumped a load of warm, wet, sticky cum into it.

My dick still in hand, I set the wine glass between my legs, closed my eyes and lay back for a minute to recover. A moment later, a strange but familiar scent flooded my senses. I opened my eyes to see Jayne's wet fingers just under my nostrils. I closed my eyes to allow my other senses to fully capture this moment. I breathed in deeply, taking in the pungent yet sweet smell. I could feel my limp dick still cradled in my hand jump. Jayne's wet sticky fingers then parted my lips and the intense taste of her pussy spread across my tongue as she pushed her fingers deep into my mouth. I sucked them dry, never wanting them to leave my mouth. She reached into the wine glass between my legs, retrieved a dollop of my fresh cum, pushed her finger deep into her mouth, then licked her lips.