Unwrapped (Unwrapped and Unraveled 1)

It wasn't a picture. It was a two-way mirror. On the other side was a room, with a bed and a chair and nothing else.

There was a man and a woman in the room, both young and extremely attractive.

The man was tall, well built, with cover model good looks. He was naked from the waist up, wore no shoes, only a pair of jeans with the top button undone. The woman had long blonde hair loosely cascading down her back. She wore only a scarlet red bra that barely contained her copious breasts, and a matching thong. She looked like she worked out, her body in fine shape. She was on her knees in front of the man, dragging the zipper down his jeans.

The blonde licked her lips, anticipation clearly showing on her face.

Janine licked her lips, too, her throat gone dry. What was she looking at? It was an intimate, personal moment between two people. She should turn away, walk out of the room, but she couldn't move. Her feet seemed to have glued themselves to the floor.

And her body's response to what she saw was off the charts. Her nipples tightened, her breasts felt hot and swollen, and her clit quivered. She was turned on in a major way, and she sent up a thankful prayer for the darkness surrounding her. What would Del think of her?

What kind of place was Sneak Peek?

As if in answer to her unspoken question, Del moved behind her, his body seemingly surrounding her, crowding her personal space. She inhaled, picking up his scent, letting it fill her. His cock was rigid against her ass as he pressed against her, letting his hands rest on her hips.

"Sneak Peek is a sex club, Janine. A club for voyeurs and exhibitionists. If you look across the room you'll see another window. There are over a dozen people watching."

She tore her gaze away from the couple, finding the window Del mentioned. Men and women stood on the other side of a glass enclosure, some fully clothed, others in

various states of undress. Some merely observed, while there were some couples fondling each other as they watched.

"The couple you see in the other room are exhibitionists. They enjoy having sex knowing that others are watching. It heightens their pleasure. In this scenario, we're the voyeurs."

Oh, God. She shouldn't be here. Not this kind of place. For so many different reasons. Her head spun in a million directions, the urge to run strong.

But still, she couldn't tear her gaze away from the couple on the other side of the mirror, especially when the woman pulled the man's sizeable cock from his jeans and enveloped it between her full, painted lips. The look of ecstasy on the man's face made Janine's breath catch. The woman's gaze was glued to the man's as she sucked his cock in deep. With one free hand, the woman tucked her fingers into her own pussy and began to pleasure herself.

Janine's pussy quivered, as if she, too, could feel the sensation of finger fucking herself, could taste the man's thick cock between her lips, could feel the heated gazes of dozens of people watching them. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend she was anywhere but here.

At the same time, she couldn't deny that she wanted to be the woman on the other side of the mirror.