Voyeur.

Cause it's MIDNIGHT somewhere!! If I thought the other one was going to earn me an R-Rating… This one will earn me an X-Rating. I went further on this one. Still no language. Trying to keep it clean. This is one that I was going to hold back. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Voyeurism. Are you a watcher or participator? I think a little of both never hurts. I’m not sharing. Anyhow, I have a few others on Voyeurism. A series? I wouldn’t go so far to say that. And they aren’t all DIRTY. Damn! But hopefully they will be appreciated. Enjoy? M.

Voyeur.

Voyeur. People watching. Everyone does it. No one thinks anybody the worse for it. A simple glance over a busy room. Fleeting eyes across the open plaza. A thousand stories revealed to the anonymous bystander. Never been one for snooping on others. No intention of being the uninvited observer in the scene. Tonight I find myself alone at home. Restless. Unable to be entertained with the typical book and glass of Merlot. Pacing across the apartment, I catch the glimpse of light in the open view. An object? No. Movement in the distance that is too far for my eyes to see. Something intriguing that escapes my vision in the building across the way. Quickly I look around for my glasses when it becomes clear, the telescope. Jion sent it over as a housewarming gift three months ago. I’ve been here for nearly a year. Devilish Jion, with his tardy gift. I believe the inscription read, “Don’t worry about who’s watching you, as long as you’re watching back.” He knew I’d never use it. Or did he know curiosity would get the best of me eventually?

Curiously I grasp my new gift for the first time. Fingers gently find a home along the metal shaft. I can feel my eye dilate as it attempts to focus sight through the lens. Night opens up before my view. The buildings that surround are half alive with light and reflections. With a slight push I spin the arm and find my target. Winding down the building floor by floor until I can find it. Along the way there are empty rooms and hallways. Strangers exiting elevators, watching TVs, and making dinners. All going about a normal routine. Once again discovering the peculiar movement, I stop. The golden hue illuminates the room in the building before me. Center of my attention is blurry but familiar. Carefully I lift my hand and move the dial. Click. Click. Click. Aha.

Legs parted as she reclines. Open mouth, as her fingers run along skin, savoring every movement below. Lifting himself upward and pauses before pursuing further. Waiting she trembles, never looking away. Hands rest upon bare breasts then trail down the front of her body as he kneels against the chaise. One leg remains on the ground as he rests slightly above her. She leans back on elbows against the lounge. Down he leans in and kisses her neck. Hands remain downward between her thighs. Every movement sends her head back with an open mouth. Pleasure. Descent continues. Further. His hips drop against hers. Ass rocking inward. Pelvis tilting upward. Legs lifting and falling in a hypnotic rhythm before circling around torso. Sweat dripping down. Faces alive with bliss. Open for view. Open for me. Open to me. Returning my view.

Turn away. Despite my blushing face I can’t look away. Smiling. Caught. Catching the act. His eyes continue to lock onto my position. All the while pursuing his fulfillment. I should stop now. But the show is far from over. The progression continues. She lifts his neck and makes tiny bites below the chin. Tongue crawls along the neck leaving a wet imprint. Hands lift and fall with frenzied intent. Gripping outer thighs. Tugging at waistline. Rocking hips. Eyes are open and caught up. Wet lips meeting to consume and falling away to devour at flesh. Heads move back and forth with the sheer involvement of the arrangement. Bodies pull and tug for more. Arms tearing into each other grasping for more. Faster. Deeper. Movements climb toward a purpose. Quietly the act of passion declines. A final embrace quakes in unison. Smoothly he lifts himself upward. Standing over her open legs he smiles with sheer satisfaction. Her hands reach up and caress his torso while he turns and edges towards the window. Sliding onto her side she connects with my stare now. Fingers circling her bare skin while she calmly watches him look at me. Boldly revealing himself, he leans in and nudges at the glass with a hand. Inviting.

Telescope. High rise. Watching a couple across the way.  Man. Woman. Nude. Amidst an act of passion. Scandalous. Anonymously viewing. Unsolicited spectator. Trespassing eyes. What a night. As the elevator shimmies along I shake the rain from my hair. Wring the excess water from my stockings. Adjust the front of my coat. Cover my bare skin. Watch the numbers as the floor by floor trek continues. Mind still wandering. Hands playing with bare skin. Wet places explored. Smooth lips. Warm mouths. Licking. Flitting. Thrusting fingers. Legs lifting. Arms circling. Collapsing bodies. Golden light coloring in floor. The view of my high-rise in the distance… So inviting.