Voyeur

I discreetly tried to keep an eye on my surroundings and headed to the bar, sitting in the corner to get a better view. But when the bartender set my beer in front of me and moved away, Oaklyn stood at the other side, laughing with another employee.

I stared, I couldn’t help it. She wore a long, flowing red silk chiffon robe, barely tied at her slim waist and hinting at her curves encased in a strappy red bra. I wanted to peel it off her. Wanted to see if her panties were just as flimsy as her bra. Wanted to see her take it all off for me.

Quickly, I dropped my chin, letting my hat cover my face when she began to turn to look in my direction. I squeezed the bottle, trying to let the cold, hard glass calm me down. Maybe if I slipped it between my legs it would ease the erection straining against my pants.

I ached to request her. To make her do all the things I fantasized about her doing. And I hated it. That wasn’t the point of Voyeur. It wasn’t to lust after a performer and fall in love with watching them. It was about watching anyone, the person unspecific to the fantasy. I felt like I was breaking the rules, and it had to stop. I chugged the rest of my beer and set it down before heading to an iPad and blindly selecting a woman for a solo performance.

But even with an oblivious selection, fate had set me up with a girl who looked similar to Oaklyn. I was fucked.

I moved back to my spot on the bar and waited to be notified the room was ready. This time I only asked for a water.

It didn’t take long for a woman maybe in her forties to approach me. I wouldn’t be able to guess her age if it wasn’t for the fine lines around her eyes that gave her away. Otherwise her body was sleek, encased in a tight black skirt and white blouse that was mostly left unbuttoned.

“Hey, do you need any company?” she asked, trailing her finger down my arm. “I’m Anne by the way.”

“Hey, Anne. I’m Cal, and unfortunately I’ve just made a selection and will be leaving soon.” I added a smooth, regretful smile. I didn’t want to be rude.

She licked her lips. “Do you need any company in there?” she asked, nodding her head toward the back rooms.

I had to admire her boldness. Most people came to Voyeur because they knew what they wanted, and they wanted to satisfy that craving for a kink most people didn’t understand. I came because if I was going to be so fucked up, I’d at least have the best kind of porn available. I’d watch what I couldn’t seem to force my body to go through with. But being there didn’t usually mean you came to find someone to take to a private room and do whatever as the performance went on. Sure, conversations went on and people met like at a regular bar, but what happened in the back was usually not on the table without knowing someone.

“I’m okay alone tonight, but thanks for the offer.”

Thankfully I was saved from further conversation when my wristband buzzed. With a final nod, I left and headed to the back room. It was dark when I entered, and I turned the knob on the light switch just enough so I could see where I was going. A black leather couch and two armchairs filled the middle of the room. Side tables sat between them, holding lamps on each. A shelf sat along one wall that held towels, an assortment of lotions and lubes, and condoms. Also, a binder with the other selections you could request, including dildos, straps, and about any other apparatus you could think to use in a small room with a couch and two chairs.

I grabbed a bottle of warming lube and a towel before flipping the switch to let them know I was ready and sat on the couch that faced the glass wall. From my side, the glass allowed me the privacy I wanted, but still let me feel like I was in the room. I knew from their side, it was a black shiny wall they couldn’t see through.

I was unzipping my jeans when the girl came in. She moved around the room like she was at home before she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Her light brown hair fell behind her as she moaned when her fingers slipped beneath her white panties.

My cock grew harder and I gripped it tightly with lube coating my fingers. I stroked slowly up and down, swirling around the head and flexed my hips. Her bra came off and her large breasts seemed to defy gravity with how perky they were for their size. I tugged my jeans down a little further, pulling my balls out and cupping them in my hand, squeezing them with each stroke of my shaft.