Voyeur

I reached the iPad to make my selection and scrolled until I found the typical under the sheets with no nudity. Then I looked over at her. She leaned on the bar to talk to Charlotte and it put her ass perfectly on display, her breasts seeming so much larger pressed between her arms as they tried to spill out from the lacy V.

The sexiest part? She wasn’t even doing it to lure people in. She didn’t realize that half the men in the bar were drooling over her. A look of innocence shined through and made her seem all the more untouchable to them, probably making them want her even more. Making me want her more.

Moving my hand to tap the screen and check the box I knew I should check, I changed my mind. My finger checked a few boxes I knew I’d regret later, but standing there, watching her, I didn’t give a shit.

I lurked in the corners, my eyes never leaving her. She pulled her arm up when her bracelet went off to notify her of a request. My request.

Less than ten minutes later, my arm band was going off to let me know I was all set to head to the room. My heart pounded as I walked down the hall. A roaring sound in my head only being broken by the click of the switch flipping up to let her know the room was occupied. I took deep breaths as the leather creaked beneath me as I sat. The oils and lubes on the table begging me to use them on my cock.

I remained seated, closing my eyes, fighting to ignore my erection, already rock hard with thoughts about what was to come. I’d never requested something so direct and, before it even began, a part of me regretted it. It would be a punishment to watch her so exposed and open to me.

Then she came in. Like there wasn’t someone watching her, she carried a water bottle and then set it on her nightstand. With her back to me, she tugged one sleeve down her shoulder and repeated the process with the other, baring her back to me. My hands clenched around my thighs as I watched her thumbs hook into the fabric and push it down. All the way down, keeping her legs straight, exposing everything she had to me before standing up and stepping out of the fabric.

I watched her reach in the bedside drawer and extract a thick, flesh colored dildo. A moan rushed out of my chest when she finally turned, and I saw her perfect tits. I took in her slim stomach and thin landing strip over the most perfect pussy. It’d been so long since I’d seen her naked, and I felt like a man in a desert finding an oasis.

But she’d only just begun.

Oaklyn crawled on the bed, prowling across the sheets until she found a spot in the middle. She rolled to her back and bent her knees, spreading her legs wide. Her fingers toyed with her nipples, making them ruby red before trailing down and cresting her mound, finally delving between her lips.

She spread her wetness all around her opening, rocking her hips against her probing fingers until her other hand grabbed the dildo and eased it between her thighs. Slow pushes, a little at a time, getting deeper on each pass. The deeper it went, the louder her breathing became.

When she resumed plucking at her nipples, I groaned again, pressing my palm against my aching length. Fuck, I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t breathe from my desire. I needed more. I needed relief. Just some space I thought. Just something to help ease the pressure threatening to explode inside me.

The sound of my zipper reverberated in the quiet room, making music with her increasing moans. I panted with her as I watched the dildo slowly slip in and out of her wet cunt. My fist gripped my shaft and began moving with the rhythm of her hips as she fucked the toy. I watched it appear shiny from her juices and disappear deep inside her. I stroked harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls as I imagined it was me pressing deep.

My heavy breaths were so loud as I fisted my cock faster, almost at a punishing pace, racing toward an orgasm I knew was wrong, and I didn’t deserve. But I couldn’t fucking stop.

Her hips pressed up, lifting her ass off the bed as she let out whimpering moans, her fingers quickly moving over her clit as she came. And I came with her. Long white ropes of cum shot out of me into my waiting palm.

We seemed to breathe in unison and as much as I hated myself for what I’d just done, I couldn’t reject the euphoria of feeling so close to her. Of feeling like I’d gone farther with a woman than I had in a long time. Most of the time, I watched and came much earlier than the performers, cleaning up and staying until the show was over. It had never felt so personal or so connected before.