The Voyeur
by Sean Porter

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Hailey tipped her head back, letting the warm water hit her neck and cascade down over her full, sensitive breasts. Her nipples hardened into inch-long buds, jutting out from her chest like iron rivets. She let them brush gently against the cold wall of the shower and wondered idly if they were hard enough to break apart the ceramic tile if she wanted them to.

Probably, she decided. Her body continually surprised her with what it was capable of when she got so aroused. God, she thought, here we go again. Why am I so constantly horny...I'm really getting out of control.

She allowed herself a small smile as her body trembled with arousal. It's not really my fault, she mused, lathering her soft skin with scented soap. It's just that HE drives me so crazy...

In her mind she was seeing his face, boyishly handsome with that gleam in his eye, and his body, lean and hard...and of course his cock, the only thing she had found that could truly satisfy her intense cravings, long and hard and throbbing with lust for her as she showed off for him in some way, exhibiting her superbly sexy body or performing some creative feat of superhuman strength. He was so cute, the way he totally lost control whenever she hoisted a semi trailer overhead or crushed a bit of steel against her steel-hard body...

As she fantasized, her pussy beginning to leak warm juices down her thigh, a dim sensation of being watched crept into her consciousness. She didn't turn around, smiling to herself. Had he been possessed with a sudden urge to see her this morning before he went to work? Perhaps he had let himself in the back door and snuck into the bathroom to watch her shower. Or perhaps some total stranger had caught a glimpse of her through the tiny bathroom window and was straining his neck to get a better view of her flawless body through the foggy glass. Hell, for all she knew, a man could have broken into her house and was now watching her shower with the intent to violate her...not that he would stand much of a chance of doing so.

At this moment, she didn't really care. All she knew was that someone was watching her, and right now she very much wanted to be watched. Whoever and wherever they were, she hoped they had a good view.

Her hand slid between her thighs, brushing lightly over her shaved mound and against her already-engorged clitoris. An electric shiver pulsed through her potent body as she slid her other hand up her side to cup her heavy breast. Her fingers pinched the hard nipple; she sucked breath between her teeth. She fell back against the cold wall, spreading her legs wider as she slid two fingers deep inside.

A load moan emerged unbidden from her throat. The water pulsing against her body felt good, but she needed so much more. Her left hand wandered, teasing and caressing all the right parts of her lithe young form just as his would...as her right hand expertly probed and piqued her needful pussy. She writhed against the cold tile, desperately groaning for release.

Remember her earlier ponderings, she turned her body to once again brush her heaving chest against the wall. This time she made no attempt to hold back. To her exquisite delight, her nipples ground through the ceramic like pneumatic drills, sending lightning bolts of pleasure down her spine. She growled with pure lust, her hand now grinding furiously against her sensitive clit as her fingers pushed deeper inside. Her knees faltered; she gripped the shower rod for balance and instantly crushed it in her grasp. At last her senses exploded in glorious climax, a powerful orgasm wracking her body and disconnecting her from all sense of time.

When she finally opened her eyes, she looked up to see her man standing in the corner, smiling back at her. His pants had already been soaked by his own climax, but he was clearly already hard as a rock and ready for more. She sighed with pleasure and beckoned him closer. He quickly shed his clothes and stepped into the shower with her. Wrapping her hands around his hard cock, she moaned again, realizing once again how much better the real thing was than her fantasies...

The End