After that night things changed in my life. I'd never
seriously considered having sex with another woman
before. I'd never even thought about gay sex; I like
what Jeff's big stiff Nordic penis has to offer too
much to switch genders.

However, I had to admit that the encounter with Carmen
was something I'd never forget.

About noon, she knocked on my door, and when I opened
it she greeted me with a big smile. "Hey honey, how're
we feeling? You were really hot last night!" Her eyes
sparkled. "I've stopped by to drill that hole. Okay
with you?"

"Yes, I guess so, though after last night I'm not sure
I'll be up for much anytime soon. I feel sated like I've
never been before."

Carmen didn't seem at all put out. "That's okay with me,
honey, you can watch tonight. I'll be the one doing the
/>
I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to watch
another couple making love, but as I thought about her
words I began to feel sexually excited again. I
surprised myself; only a moment ago I could have sworn
that I'd had enough to last a week.

Carmen drilled a one-inch-diameter hole in the wall above
my bed. When I protested that a hole that large would be
too obvious she smiled and reached into a bag she'd
brought with her. She pulled out a little wall mirror,
which she proceeded to fix neatly over the hole. The
mirror wasn't more than ten inches across, but it had
an interesting frame and looked nice on the wall.

We had to rearrange the furniture, putting my bed
against the far wall so that it offered a good view
from the peephole. When we were done moving the big
stuff, Carmen suggested that I check out the peephole
for height and field of vision, so I pulled out my
little two-step stepladder and climbed to eye level
with the mirror. Taking it off the wall and handing it
to Carmen, I looked though the hole into the next room.

I realized that Carmen had already installed a mirror
in her room, but that I could see the whole room
without obstruction. two-way mirrors, aren't
they?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Yup, they are. So, can you see all right?" she asked.

"Perfectly. But I still can't believe we're doing
something this perverted! If my mother knew about
this, I know she wouldn't like it! As for Jeff, well
I'm afraid to guess what he'd say."

I was extremely nervous about Jeff discovering our
little setup.

-=*=-
That night Jeff showed up, and so did Peter, so we post-
poned the plan for a night. Jeff was feeling horny, so
after watching on ABC we went to bed, with sex
on our minds.

I felt a bit guilty about the sex I'd had with Carmen,
behind Jeff's back, and I suppose I wanted to prove to
myself that I was "all woman." At any rate, I intended
to give Jeff some great sex that night.

He knew it too, because whenever I suggest starting off
with a shared shower he knows that I mean to eat him up!

Jeff stripped and headed for the bathroom. He stood in
front of the shower doors, adjusting the water
temperature, while I discarded my T-shirt and bra in
the bedroom. I was about to follow him when I heard a
knock from Carmen's side of the wall; three knocks,
then three more. It was our prearranged signal, which
we'd decided to use for the first couple of times, and
indicated that someone was watching.

Standing there naked, I must have looked like a deer
caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I
hadn't prepared myself for this. Might Peter be watching
me while I was stark naked?

I had assumed there'd be no peeping tonight, and I
guessed that Carmen had told Peter about our little
arrangement in hopes of loosening him up a little.

The scenario ran through my head as I stared at the
mirror. Carmen wanted to get her husband back into the
swinging mode, and letting him watch us fucking would
be a good start down that road.

I felt a little used but, surprisingly, that served only
to arouse me. I smiled and turned toward the bathroom.
Then I noticed that you could see straight through the
bathroom door to the shower doors. I felt a momentary
annoyance that Carmen could be looking at my man in all
his glory.

I had prepared myself to look at Peter, but I hadn't
given any thought to how I might feel about others seeing
my man naked. Then the thought popped into my mind that
if Carmen succeeded in her aim with Peter, she'd want
to have sex with Jeff, and that Peter would then be
fucking me. It was too much to take in all at once!

All I knew was that I felt super-horny, displaying myself
to a strange man. I wondered if he had an erection
because of me. Then I wondered if it was Carmen at the
peephole, with Jeff's semi-erect Viking cock dangling
invitingly before her vision.

It was time to stop thinking and have some fun! If being
watched was going to make having sex with Jeff as good
as it promised, then I was glad she'd talked Peter into
watching us.

I put on my slinky walk and glided toward my man. He had
just stepped into the shower when I came up behind him,
letting the water cascade off his broad back and splash
my front. He turned to face me, his Jeff smile wreathing
his handsome face. (I do love Jeff. He's very straight-
forward about life, and a god in bed!)

He reached behind me to close the shower door. I let him
do it but I was determined, this time, not to perform my
usual shower routine with him. When I want to reward Jeff
for being good, I usually make him come twice – once in
the shower, and once in bed, between my legs.

I knew he would be disappointed, but I intended making
it up to him on the bed, where our neighbors could watch
us.

I soon became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin
touching wet soapy skin. I love to rub, and to squeeze,
and to be rubbed and squeezed in the shower.

After Jeff had soaped my breasts, and had knelt down to
soap between my legs, I found my resolve breaking down.
I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold back when it was
my turn to soap his body.

Damn, I was right! When he had me clean, both inside and
out, it was all I could do to stand up. My legs were
trembling under me as I squeezed some liquid body soap
into my hands and rubbed them together. Slowly, savoring
the feel of his soapy skin, I ran my hands down Jeff's
chest, around his nipples, and on down his muscley
stomach.

When I reached his beautiful straining cock, I stepped
right up close, rubbing my very erect nipples against
his chest while reaching down soapy hands to fondle his
cock and massage his heavy balls.

To feel Jeff's soapy cock is an awesome experience! That's
the only time I feel a little jealous of men. They have
this wonderful toy just hanging there whenever they want
it, it's just there for them.

I began to jack on Jeff's big stiff pole and suddenly
thought of our neighbors. Would Carmen get to feel these
body parts in her turn, and what would go through her
mind while she massaged my boyfriend's nuts in the
shower? The thought made me shiver.

And what would it feel like for me to do it to Peter,
maybe while Jeff watched? I suddenly noticed that Jeff
was groaning and leaning back against the shower wall.
In my fancy I'd been fucking two men, but in the real
world I'd been jacking off my man's soapy cock, and it
looked as though he was about to come. Damn!

I quickly took the overhead shower nozzle off its hook
and aimed it directly at Jeff's erection to give it a
quick rinse. At the same time I bumped open the shower
door (it didn't really matter with the shower nozzle
hanging down by its hose).

I would have normally closed the door again, but not
tonight! (I'd heard another three faint knocks.) Jeff was
still standing, trembling, against the shower wall, now
in full view of our voyeur neighbors, and I was contem-
plating the tip of his shiny wet cock, swaying in the
cooling air. (I love Jeff's cock, especially when it's
squeaky clean from the shower.)

I could tell he was on the verge of coming, so I wrapped
the fingers of my right hand around his shaft, grabbed
his nuts with my left hand and squeezed lightly as I
knelt in front of him. I had total control over him at
that moment, either to cause him pain or to give him
pleasure (so far I've always chosen pleasure!).

One more squeeze on his stiff shaft, and the first gout
of hot white come spurted onto my chest. I couldn't stop
myself, and with an ecstatic moan I took his big wet cock
into my mouth as deep as I could.

The next surge of hot come pulsed into the back of my
throat, almost making my gag reflex take over. I tightened
my stomach muscles and began swooping my lips up and
down my man's supercock. (God, I love Jeff!)

I could hear him groaning as he let himself go in my
mouth. I made a big show of swallowing. Girls don't have
an Adam's Apple, but it's still possible to tell when
they're swallowing. I was sexually super-charged at that
point, knowing that people were watching us, and probably
touching each other up on the other side of the wall.

They had to be going crazy over there, but they were only
an after-thought to me as I lapped up the last of Jeff's
hot sperm.

He was so sensitive by then that his whole body jerked
each time my tongue ran across his cock head. (I really
had fun with that!)

-=*=-

We dried each other as usual, and I went downstairs to
get a couple of iced teas.

It's always an adventure to go to my kitchen with no
clothes on. My apartment is really no more than two
rooms, one on top of the other, with a spiral staircase
running three floors up near the front opening of the
house. My kitchen, living room and balcony are on 'my
first floor' (second floor of the house) and my bedroom
and bathroom are on the next floor up (third floor).
So, when you go out to the kitchen you're really going
where anyone coming into the building could look up the
stairwell and see you.

I do it all the time, but so far I don't think anyone has
seen me.

Anyway, when I got back, and after we had a few sips of
our tea, we began messing around again on the couch, and
I became horny all over again.

I knew that Carmen and her husband were probably fucking
each other while Jeff and I were lying in each other's
arms. I could hear next door; faintly that their
bedsprings were making a rhythmic squeaking sound, and
the temptation to go over to the peephole and remove the
mirror so I could watch them became almost a physical
thing.

The thought of Peter's sperm shooting from his body into
Carmen's, possibly at that very moment, was such a turn-
on for me; Peter making his little deposit in my friend,
because Jeff and I had turned him on.

Suddenly I had to get release, so I climbed onto Jeff and
began stroking his magic love tool to get it fully hard,
intending to ride him until I came. But Jeffrey had other
ideas.

He grabbed my breasts and began massaging them with his
strong hands. Wonderful sensations arose between my legs
each time he twisted a nipple.

Then he picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he
laid me down. It never fails to give me a rush when he
lifts me as effortlessly as if I were a featherweight and
puts me down wherever he wants my body. I always feel
weak and vulnerable against that Viking strength of his.

While I lay waiting for Jeff to pleasure me, I heard the
faint three-knock signal again. 'Boy, they must fuck like
a couple of rabbits!' The thought of Peter mounting Carmen
and humping her like an animal made my juices flow even
more freely just as Jeff was putting his tongue inside
my pussy.

"Hmmm, we're certainly ready tonight," he said with a
chuckle.

'If he only knew,' I thought.

He started hitting all the right places, making me
squirm under his tongue. After a couple of minutes of
pure animal pleasure, I grabbed his hair and pulled his
moist face against mine. We kissed, deeply, as I took
back what I had given.

I love kissing. If you know me at all, you already know
that about me. I could kiss all night long; in between
fucking, of course!

After a while, I felt that we owed our voyeur neighbors
a little more action to pay them back for the excitement
they'd added to my sex this evening. So, tearing my lips
away from Jeff's, I moaned in his ear: "Fuck me, caveman!
Give me some of that horse dick of yours! I want it deep
and hard. Get those rocks off in me, baby! (Jeff likes
a little dirty talk, especially about his wonderful
maleness, and it's easy for me, because I like talking
dirty to him.)

"Come on, make me scream for mercy! Stretch me so wide
that I'll be spoiled for other men! Come on, honey fuck
me! I need your big cock rammed deep into me. Fuck me
like an animal!" (Yes, that's the kind of thing I really
do say when we're doing it. I know it looks corny in
print, but believe me, when Jeff has his big beautiful
cock poised, it just comes out naturally!)

I watched him rise up over me, the muscles on his biceps
standing out like ropes. He poised himself over my opened
body as if he was doing pushups. His massive cock was so
erect that even in that pose it was almost tight against
his stomach.

I held my breath. My animal-man swooped his body against
me in one quick thrust and entered me on the first attempt.
Jeff seems to have that particular knack.

In an instant I was full of cock. Jeff had
thrust right home and was straining his pubic bone hard
against my mound. To become instantly full, and to be so
wet, is the ultimate pleasure for me. One of the things
I like best about fucking is the feeling of becoming
filled up. For me, there's nothing to touch it in the
world. It gives me a feeling of that I
didn't have a moment before. And Jeff fills me up soooo
nicely.

As he drilled me with his rigid manhood, I heard sounds
again from the next apartment and saw the mirror begin to
move. I couldn't concentrate on it at the time because
Jeff became the animal I'd called him. He jabbed into me,
pulled all the way out, then thrust again to the hilt,
grinding his pubic bone against my clitoris.

Pulled out, thrust to the hilt, again and again. Faster
and faster, my body was being jerked around by his animal
power. I felt helpless, like a rag doll, as he used my
body for his pleasure. "Fu-u-c-k m-e, f-u-c-k-m-e
-h-a-r-d-e-r, f-u-c-k-m-e l-i-k-e a-n /> I had started to hyperventilate because I could only
breathe at moments when Jeff was pulling out of me.

Each time he crashed back into me the breath was forced
out of my body, so I had to take quick shallow breaths to
keep some oxygen inside me.

Vaguely I heard a crash, which sounded like the windows
of my apartment breaking; then a mind-numbing orgasm
surged through my body, radiating from our union point and
exiting through my fingertips. My body exploded in pure
pleasure.

Jeff suddenly stopped thrusting into me, holding me in
a bear hug as his body quivered above mine and inside me.
In a moment of sanity I felt the first gush of hot come
shoot towards my womb, then another orgasmic contraction
took hold of my body and I forgot even to breathe.

When it was all over we lay quietly in each other's arms,
as we always do after great sex. And after a while, when
the blood had slowed in our veins, and the ocean noises
quieted in our ears, both of us sat up and listened to
the racket going on in the Mallorys' apartment.

It was quite obvious what they were doing over there!
Jeff looked at the opposite wall and said: "What the hell?"
He got off the bed and went directly to the little one-
inch hole in the wall. The mirror was on the floor in a
million pieces, and he had to step carefully so as not
to cut bare his feet.

I watched his muscley butt flex as he stood on his toes to
look through the peephole. I held my breath as I waited
for his reaction.

The noise from the other room had got louder, and I could
hear Carmen crying out. What would Jeff do when he realized
that our neighbors must have been watching him fuck me?
Would he be disgusted with me for being a pervert and
letting them watch us?

He was at the peephole for the longest time. And I admired
his body as his leg muscles flexed from standing on tiptoe.

At last he turned back to me, and I let my breath out in
relief because he had this big grin on his face, and his
Nordic flagpole was waving a big hello at me.

Now my only worry is: where is all this peephole stuff
going to lead?!

-=*=-

Acknowledgments: All my thanks… to Stephen for his
encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
good job editing my little story.

story by: Kristen Kathleen Becker

Tags: fiction exhibitionism voyeurism female/female sex story

Author: Kristen Kathleen Becker

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