Voyeur

“Next time.” Her hand trailed down my chest as she stepped into me outside her car door. I moved my hand to her waist, as she probably expected, and leaned down to meet her halfway for a kiss.

I watched her eyes close and wondered what she saw behind them when her lips touched mine. She pressed close and I moved my mouth against her softer one, enjoying the connection, but unable to lose myself in it. Before it could become more, I pulled back with a peck, watching her eyes dreamily open and a small smile play across the flushed lips I’d just tasted.

With a flirtatious smile and heated look, she turned to open her door and said, “Call me,” before getting in. I nodded and stood back until she pulled out of the parking lot, but I wasn’t sure if I would.

I got in my own car and drove home. The keys jangled too loud in the empty house, echoing against the walls, reminding me I was alone. I didn’t bother turning on the lights after I placed my keys in the bowl and set my wallet in line with the corner of the entryway table. Instead, I let the moonlight streaming across my hardwood floors through the open blinds guide me to the wet bar in the corner of the sitting room. I poured a shot of expensive bourbon. I didn’t keep too much alcohol in the house after the way I struggled with it as a teen, but tonight wore on me. I poured another before sitting back against the stiff cushions of the couch.

This house was too big. I thought maybe if I had a house with so many rooms, a house that begged for a family, it would push me to fill it. Yet there I sat, in the dark, sipping bourbon, on my barely used couch in my barely used sitting room.

My mind wondered to Shannon and what she would think if I’d taken her up on her offer to go somewhere for drinks, preferably one of our houses. She was a beautiful woman. A slim body and medium height. Her breasts full and the cleavage she’d had on display alluring. She gave the vibe of a good girl who’d want to do dirty things in bed. Would she understand my desire to watch? Would she like it?

I adjusted my hardening dick as I thought about bringing a woman to Voyeur to watch with me. Torn between watching the performance and watching her bare breasts heave in excitement.

Yet, I hadn’t taken Shannon home, because thoughts were just that. Enough to turn me on, but I was realistic enough to not act on them.

The quiet was getting to me, leading my mind to shadows I didn’t want to visit. I needed to get out of the house. I tossed back the last bit of bourbon and moved to the kitchen to wash and dry my glass, putting it away in the cabinet before grabbing my keys and heading out. My parents would be in town next week, and I wouldn’t be able to satisfy my desires while they were there.

Confidence surrounded me as I walked through the door to Voyeur, entering my ID number into the program, even though it was unnecessary since everyone knew me. I waved as I passed some of the guards and regulars that had been there longer than me. When I reached the bar, I ordered a beer, remembering my two drinks at home. The bartender, Charlotte, set my bottle in front of me and left to attend to others. I grabbed my drink and turned to scan the crowds, trying to find someone I wanted to watch tonight.

Just as I brought the cold glass to my lips, I spotted her walking out of the back hallway. Her light brown hair looked mussed, fanning out behind her as she walked, like she’d just rolled out of bed. A flush stained her cheeks all the way down to her chest, making my eyes trail over her perky breasts, barely a handful. My mind raced with thoughts about what she might have just done, how she would have looked.

Instantly, my cock hardened as I stared at her slim body weaving between the patrons. She wore a minuscule Santa nightie and black, thigh-high stockings that made her legs look much longer than her short body could handle. She kept her head down for the most part, but when a woman stepped back, bumping into her, she glanced up with a smile that punched me in the chest. Her lips were full on her petite face and her smile almost too big. It was beautiful.

I stared as her features pulled me in, entranced me as I mapped every inch. Something about her ensnared all of my senses and wouldn’t let me go. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Maybe physical attraction? It felt bigger than that, like a planet that was pulling me into its orbit.