Sexy Voyeur Meal
by Editor on July 20th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
One spring day, a fish was swimming about a foot below the surface of a lake and saw a fly hovering just out of striking distance.
The fish said to itself, “If that fly comes six inches closer, I’ll jump up and have myself a meal.” Just then, a bear on the shore of the lake looked up and said to itself, ” If that fly gets any closer to that fish, the fish will jump up, and I’ll catch the fish and have myself a meal.”
One spring day, a fish was swimming about a foot below the surface of a lake and saw a fly hovering just out of striking distance.
The fish said to itself, “If that fly comes six inches closer, I’ll jump up and have myself a meal.” Just then, a bear on the shore of the lake looked up and said to itself, ” If that fly gets any closer to that fish, the fish will jump up, and I’ll catch the fish and have myself a meal.”
As luck would have it, a hunter saw what was happening. He thought to himself, “If that fly moves closer to the fish, the fish will jump, the bear will lean over to grab the fish, and I’ll shoot the bear.”
Just then, a rat was standing behind the hunter saying to itself,” If that fly moves closer to the fish, the fish will jump, the bear will lean over to grab the fish, the hunter will lean over to shoot the bear, and I’ll grab the sandwich from the back pocket of the hunter.
However, unbeknownst to the rat, a cat was observing everything and thinking, “If that fly moves closer to the fish, the fish will jump, the bear will grab the fish, the hunter will shoot the bear, the rat will grab the sandwich, and I’ll snatch the rat.”
At that very moment, the fly dropped a few inches, the fish grabbed the fly, the bear grabbed the fish, the hunter shot the bear, the rat grabbed the sandwich, the cat jumped, missed the rat and landed in the lake.
The moral of this story is:
If the fly drops six inches the pussy will get wet..
Lunchtime Voyeur Orgies – 1
by Editor on July 12th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
Another busy lunch crowd in Naomi’s section today. She was working her ass off as usual, waiting tables and making sure her regulars were well taken care of. They always asked for her section, sometimes waiting even when there were open tables in other sections. She smiled in spite of her weariness. I am damn good, she said to herself.
Most of her usual customers were middle aged men from nearby office buildings. Most of them tried to flirt with her, and she was always cordial, but really wasn’t interested. It wasn’t that she didn’t like men at all. She was just choosy, and there was little about these well-worn good-providers that compelled her to consider choosing them.
She did, however, like to spend a little extra time with the professional women, especially when they came in wearing designer outfits. She harbored a secret longing to wear things like that at her own job, a deep-seated need to feel as sexy at work as she was sure they did. She especially envied those who wore personally-tailored designer dresses, clingy and revealing without being trashy. Naomi imagined she would wear a lacy garter and stockings underneath such a dress for an added boost of sensuality.
Jolene was one of the professional women in the restaurant today. She was always friendly to Naomi, but today she and her co-workers seemed to be in an extra good mood. Much younger than Naomi, Jolene was a glamorously pretty blonde whose blue, tear-drop eyes and full lips were a warm invitation for any eye to drift down and take in her large breasts and long legs. She was wearing a navy blue designer dress today, very tight-fitting over her young curves, and shorter than might have been strictly professional. When she sat down, it slid up her shapely thighs. Naomi had already seen the top of her black stockings. She knew there was a garter belt there, and took a vicarious thrill from the demonstration of bold sexiness.
Naomi herself was about forty-five, but looked ten or even fifteen years younger. Soft, light-brown hair and softer eyes which almost matched her hair in shade, she took good care of herself. Not like the designer women who had personal trainers and exclusive health clubs, she just worked hard and liked it. She liked the results of her hard work, too. Nor was her admiration limited to her well-defined lean musculature and toned waist. Sometimes, just after coming out of the shower, she would look at herself in the big mirror in her bathroom. And sometimes, her hands would drift to her breasts, and she would watch as she played with them. She had to say, they looked good.
As the lunch hour crush started to ebb off, the crowd thinned out and headed back to their offices. Naomi was starting to count out her tips when a young, dark-haired man came into the restaurant and stood at the hostess station. She looked up expectantly as he simply continued talking on his cell phone.
“Yeah, I’ll pick up some champagne for when you home, we can celebrate the promotion,” he was saying.
Naomi continued to watch as the manager seated him in a booth by the window. The young man was wearing a brown leather bomber jacket, blue jeans and a button down blue shirt. He opened the jacket and she noticed his slim waist. She couldn’t help but move her gaze even lower. She caught herself. “What the hell am I doing,” she muttered to herself. “I need to get laid. It’s been way to long. Now I’m looking at a kid not even half my age!” Then she smiled. Maybe that’s not all bad, she mused.
She brought the menu and coffee over to him, just as he closed his cell. He looked up.
“Hey there,” he beat her to the greeting. “What’s good?”
Naomi smiled. I am, she thought to herself. “Depends what you’re in the mood for.” She handed him the menu. “Coffee?”
He nodded and she poured a cupful. “I like to be surprised,” he said with another smile. Nice teeth and very nice lips.
Naomi caught herself licking her own lips. “Oh then, you should definitely try the meatloaf. It’s really a surprise meat.”
He laughed. “Actually, I think I’ll start with dessert. How’s the pie?”
“Apple is to die for,” Naomi said.
“Sold.”
Naomi laughed. “You’re easy.”
Voyeur Holiday in Paris – P1
by Editor on July 1st, 2020
filed under Voyeur
Maria and her husband Burt were enjoying dinner at a fine restaurant in Paris. The 22yr. old couple drove up here from their home in rural Virginia. The blond 5’2″ blue-eyed beauty was fascinated with the big city; it was a far cry from her farm in Va. The couple loved their farm but it was good to get away for a week. The farm provided ample income and they thought it would be a good time to get away, before they had any children. They both wanted kids but planned to wait about another year, they had been married only eight months.
Maria noticed an exotic beauty standing at the bar. The woman stood out from the crowd, she was tall, over 6′.Her skin was dark and she had long black hair past her shoulders and half way down her back, her eyes sparkled and her 42DD breast pointed upward. Maria was mesmerized by the captivating creature, as was everyone in the room.
Maria excused herself and went to the ladies room; when she exited the stall, Maria was startled to see the sensual beauty looking in the mirror and admiring herself. “Hi!” Maria said, while washing her hands, after she dried them the woman placed her hands on the shoulders of the young blond and spun her around and kissed her full on the lips, whirling her tongue in the frightened young wife’s mouth.
Maria felt tingles down her spine, and she felt the dampness form in her panties. She was on fire and couldn’t understand it. She had never been with a female before, not even another man, only her husband. The dominating dark-haired beauty squeezed Maria’s 34C cup breast and ushered the blond wife by the arm inside the end stall. With her other hand she slid her fingers up Maria’s leg and inside her panties.
While squeezing her breast she inserted two fingers in Maria’s pussy and finger fucked her obscenely. Maria was gasping for breath and moaning. The fingers became a blur as they fucked her sopping cunt feverishly. Maria was fucking back as her body shook and she reached a powerful orgasm. “What is your name?”
“My..my.. name is Maria.” the aroused blond answered.
“I’ll just call you Juicy Maria, you are so fucking wet. Here, smell and suck my wet fingers, taste yourself.”
Maria was in a daze, she felt compelled to obey this gorgeous woman and she could not understand why. She wondered what was wrong with her as she sucked her own pussy juice from the authoritative woman’s fingers.
With a firm hand she was pushed to sit on the toilet seat. The voluptuous beauty lifted her dress and displayed her hairy cunt just inches from Maria’s pretty face. With the other hand she guided that pretty face to her waiting cunt. The scent that omitted from the aroused cunt was overpowering and intoxicating, Maria kissed and licked the pussy without ever being told! The woman roughly held her face to the sopping cunt, Maria ate the pussy like it was the best meal she ever had. Her face glistened with pussy juice as she was pushed away from the delicious cunt. “Enough for now, little one. Is that your husband at the table?”
“Yes.” Is all that the bewildered blond could reply.
“Clean yourself up, you are a mess, I will meet you at the table!”
Maria looked her in the eyes and was lost in the deep black sea, it was as if her eyes were an ocean and it was pulling her in. She was mesmerized and had no will of her own, she wondered how this could happen to her, but Maria knew that she would do anything this woman told her to do! As she looked in the mirror Maria saw that she was indeed a mess, the pretty face was glowing with pussy juice, the hair was all mussed up and her dress was twisted. The young blond did her best to make herself presentable and endeavored to return to the table.
Burt was standing and conversing with the exotic sex goddess. He looked so handsome in his blue suit, it matched his blue eyes, his brown hair looked lighter next her black hair, Burt was 6″ tall and had to look up to her, she was about 6″3′, but she did wear high-heels.
