Voyeur III

Warning: This is an erotic story and not for anyone under 18 nor those with a heart condition. You can see the chapter index here.

The next day, Pam was filled with diametric emotions. The idea of a stranger watching her, lusting after her made want to hide, but it also made her feel sexy. She dressed more conservatively, but paid close attention to the men around her and how they looked at her.

She wondered if she would ever hear from “Watcher” again. Part of her hoped she would.

After work she met her girl Tiffany at the gym to work out, getting home by 7pm. She climbed into bed to read by 8, and was sound asleep when a text buzzed at 10.

“What are you dreaming about tonight?”

Pam knew she shouldn’t reply. He is probably a crazy stalker. The drowsiness combined with her curiosity overwhelmed her caution.

“Why are you texting me?”

“To teach your hands what my hands would do if I were there.”

Pam didn’t know how to respond. The overt sexuality in Watcher’s reply made her tingle despite the warnings in her logical mind.

“What makes you think I want your hands?”

“You didn’t block me.”

The truth stung. She didn’t block him. She replied. She wanted to see how this would play out. She wanted to be lusted after. She had already imagined him, faceless, moving over her body, thrusting himself inside her. Feeling his touch on her breasts, his lips and tongue on hers.

“I still could.”

“After tonight, you won’t.”

“You must promise me to do what I say and do only what I say,” Watcher continued.

“I make no promises.” Pam attempted to sound resilient.

He started simply, leading her to remove her clothes. She followed, almost. In a last stab at restraint, she kept her panties on. She immediately covered herself with her duvet, feeling exposed to his gaze yet he was only a text.

Move your hands over your body, the way I would touch you, tease you.

I am lying naked next to you on the bed, propped up on my elbow. With my free hand I caress your face, tracing its lines with my fingers…

Pam began touching her face, imagining Watcher next to her.

It’s gentle, intimate the way I touch you. My hand moves over your face and as it does, my thumb parts your lips. I move my hand beneath your neck, bending toward you I pull your mouth toward mine…

I kiss you. Gently at first, then more hungrily, more forcefully as my own passion rises…

Then I relent…it’s too fast, too soon…you need to simmer, to experience the sensation of tease and delay…I move back up to my elbow…

I take my finger and trace the lines of your neck, starting at your jawline and down to the sensitive place where neck meets shoulder…

Pam traced the same lines with her finger, enjoying the sensation while imagining Watcher. She longed for real touch.

I move down from your neck, tracing a line between your breasts, then around them. You feel the brush of my palm against the sides of your breasts…

Pam imitated the movement. She had never touched herself this way before, it was wonderful. The idea of the gentle strokes so close to her breasts yet not actually touching them created a building passion.

I move my hand down to your stomach, flattening my palm against you. I enjoy the feminine softness of you. My hand caresses your skin and I move my palm over your entire torso, not just a finger this time…

I move back up your body and use my palm to cup each of your breasts, gently massaging while avoiding your nipples…

Pam could feel her heart beating faster and was about to ignore his advice and begin teasing your own nipples when Watcher commanded:

Do only as I say…touch only what I would touch…

Pam suddenly felt exposed again. It was as if Watcher could know her thoughts even as she thought them.

I now move my hand once again to your stomach, enjoying the softness of your skin, but then I move lower…

I move my hand closer to your mound, but my fingers stop when I reach it. I move aside and trace the sensual crease where your leg meets your hip…

Moving lower, I place my hand on your thigh and pull your legs slightly apart…

Pam spread her legs slightly, touching her thighs and imagining the feeling of his hand on her.

As I knead and caress your inner thigh, you feel the warmth of my hand close to your growing hunger. I lightly brush against it…

I now slide my other arm beneath your neck, curling it around so I can touch your breast while I continue to stroke your thighs…

My hand fondles your breast, brushing lightly over your nipple…

She felt her nipple harden as she imitated his hand. Her other hand still was between her legs against her thigh. He legs pulled together involuntarily as she longed for release. Still, she obeyed Watcher.

My thumb and index finger now find your nipple and I tease it more intensely, still kneading your breast with my other fingers and palm…

I move my other hand now onto your swelling mound, cupping it but not moving my fingers…

Pam did as directed, despite wanting to find release. Watcher had her mesmerized and she didn’t want to miss out on the pleasures he promised. She slid her hand under her panties and could feel the wet heat beneath her unmoving fingers.

I move my mouth to your other breast, my tongue finding your already hardened nipple…I tease it with my tongue, giving you tempting idea of how I would use my tongue to tease you elsewhere…

Damn, this is hot thought Pam, imaging Watcher’s tongue dancing on her nipple.

Without moving my hand, I slide on finger into you…stroking the ceiling of your vagina slowly…my palm still motionless on your clitoris…

Pam slid a finger into herself, enjoying the sensation as she moved it slowly in and out. She wanted to stroke higher and faster, yet still she obeyed, leaving her own palm firmly fixed.

I lift my hand, my finger still inside you, putting more pressure as I trace a line from deep inside you, out and almost to your clit, then back inside to repeat…

The sensation was amazing. Pam thought she might cum just from touching herself this way.

I begin to move my finger a little higher with each stroke, pressing hard inside then barely brushing your clit as I move over it…

Each stroke becomes a little faster, my tongue darting on one breast while my other hand caresses and strokes the other…

Finally I allow my finger to begin moving more firmly against your clit with each stroke…

With a final stroke, I rest the tip of my finger against your clit and trace circles around and over it…

Pam imitated the movement, she could feel herself rising to climax.

Ending in a wonderful vibrato as I allow you release…

She was no longer able to read the text. Her eyes were closed, her hand moving swiftly and lightly as she felt the waves of pleasure begin. When she finally came, she was paralyzed for minutes after. She finally opened her eyes to see how Watcher had finished his texts.

Sleep well, Watcher.

Suddenly, the waves of passion behind her, Pam was scared. What was she doing? Who is this man – if he even was a man? She curled up under her duvet and wanted to never hear from Watcher again yet wished for the pleasures he provided.

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24 Comments on “Voyeur III”

  1. Wow, love it! Oddly, I was writing something a little similar awhile ago. Seriously.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ron877 says:

    She’s gonna be pissed when she figures out it is the husband of one of her grown daughters.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. checkheroutblog says:

    Great story!!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. checkheroutblog says:

    where do you get your inspiration about erotica from?

    Liked by 1 person

    • Hey Mr. Perk,

      Thanks again for the comments. I missed this one yesterday.

      This is my first attempt at erotica. I have a number of “sexy” pieces I’ve written, but they are non-fiction, based on my relationship with Waco, a girl I have been dating for the last 2+ years. You can click on the “Waco” above to see those.

      Mostly I write about dysfunctional people who deceive and manipulate. I also have a preoccupation with sex, so I imagine that’s where my motivation to write anything comes from.

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