Voyeur Becomes a Participant

Jennifer (she preferred "Jen" and certainly not "Jenny") was becoming accustomed to living alone. Her best friend from college had been her roommate as they each got jobs in the same city. But after a year, her friend got promoted and was relocated.

Jen didn't mind living by herself. Her job was great and even though she missed splitting the rent, she was committed to the end of the lease in the two-bedroom apartment. Her budget enabled her not to worry about rent.

She also really liked her apartment. The eight-story building was arranged in a U-shape, surrounding a small courtyard. The "bottom" of the "U" was only 6 units while the sides contained twice that many apartments. The residents enjoyed their balconies and the "community" they shared. Jen had made several friends, and they often got together for drinks and meals.

Her love life was not an issue. She was confident, smart and pretty. Several friends said her face reminded them of Emma Watson, but she didn't see the resemblance and passed it off as her friends being nice.

Jen was about 5-foot-6, slender but not skinny. She had wide, square shoulders, her upper body was trim, which emphasized the size of her c-cup breasts. When she did a "mirror check" even she admitted they were a great fit for her frame.

One Saturday morning, she slept in. Her apartment was on the top floor, facing West, so that the bright morning sunshine lit up the units on the opposite side. Jen sipped her first cup of coffee, standing and idly looking out her kitchen window.

When her eyes looked into the apartment directly across from hers, she nearly choked on a sip. There was a naked couple in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply, their legs rubbing together. They appeared to not care that their drapes were pulled back, their window providing a full view.

At first, Jen felt she should either look somewhere else or close her curtains. But the live porn show was enticing. The man's hands roamed up and down the woman's body, clutching her firm ass, slipping between their bodies to fondle a breast. And the woman's hand was wrapped around an impressive erection. Their deep kissing continued.

Jen felt a tingle between her legs. It had been over a week since a satisfying one-night fling with a guy she had dated a few times. Now, this couple was putting on a show that anyone with a clear view could observe.

The couple were in their bedroom. The man broke the embrace and pushed the woman so her head was on the bed as she was standing. Jen could even see her smile before her hair blocked her face. The man stood behind his mate, his cock slightly bobbing. He moved his hips forward and the woman arched her back. His erection had penetrated its objective.

Jen felt her hand on her crotch, lightly rubbing her pussy through the shorts she wore to sleep in. The man started to thrust in and out, making the woman's body shake each time his cock was embedded. "Damn," she thought. "That guy knows how to fuck."

She then froze before moving to the side and ducking away from sight. She thought for sure the man had seen her. In addition to his face showing his lust, he had a slight grin on his face as he looked in her direction.

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Each morning the following week, Jen kept her shades drawn. She usually liked them open, but she had a nagging feeling of embarrassment. Had she been caught spying on a couple's privacy?

A week later, another Saturday morning, Jen had let her "voyeur incident" slip from her mind. She had a productive but hectic week of work. Friday night, she had another date with her current "fuck buddy" (that was the term she preferred) and she "trimmed her horns."

Her first cup of coffee in hand, she opened the curtains... and there they were again. The woman was on her knees, eagerly fellating the man's cock. Jen sipped her coffee and decided this woman was as good a cock sucker as her companion was good at fucking. She felt a shiver go up her spine.

The woman pulled her mouth off the hard shaft and spit on its helmet head, her hand then adding that lubricant as she stroked is length.

And then she turned her head and smiled in Jen's direction. This time, she was certain she had been caught. The woman kissed the cock knob, gave it a big slurp and then pulled her mouth free, again looking at Jen and licking her lips. Her eyebrows raised as if to say, "How's that?"

Jen was like a statue. Her legs felt a bit shaky, and her breathing had increased. She took another sip of coffee, her eyes looking over the rim of the cup at the couple. The woman had gone back to sucking the hard dick and her partner was running his fingers through her hair.

Air hissed out of Jen's mouth between clenched teeth. She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath. "Wow," she whispered.

Then she turned away, went to her bedroom and used her vibrator to masturbate to a body-shaking orgasm.

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Jen got up early Sunday morning and went for a jog. She returned, showered and was eating breakfast at her small kitchen table. The curtains were open. Jen had decided that if the freaky couple had no compulsions about being viewed in their most intimate moments, she was not going to keep her window view closed.

She caught some movement from the corner of her eye; she was hyper aware of any activity coming from the "sex den." She stood up and looked out the window.

The man was dressed (surprise) and he was holding a sign and smiling.

"We Know You're Watching"

Jen flushed with embarrassment and with a surge of excitement. "Did they WANT me to watch?"

Then the woman stood next to the man and held up her own sign.

"Do You Want To Meet?"

She smiled and waved her hand in a "come on over" motion.

Jen felt her heart flutter. "Holy shit," she whispered to herself. She had never had more than one partner at a time. These two are implying they're up for a threesome... aren't they?

She managed a grin and a half-wave in response. She wasn't saying yes, she wasn't saying no... she was totally unsure of what to do.

The woman held up another sign.

"Apartment 14."

And then another.

"Dress Casual."

And then both disappeared from the window.

Jen refilled her coffee cup and sat down at the table. She glanced down and saw her nipples poking boldly through her t-shirt. And she was as aroused as she had been the day before when the blow job voyeurism had led to her masturbation session.

Her brain cells were jumbled and racing. "They're strangers... are they luring me to their place to drug me and sell me... human trafficking?... Oh, c'mon Jen. There are security cameras all over the place... Maybe they're just crazed killers who just want another victim?... SECURITY CAMERAS, GIRL. What do they want? Me to spice up their sex life? It already seems pretty spicy to me."

After about 15 minutes, she realized that she had worked her brain into a frenzy of over thinking, over analyzing. "Maybe they really just want to... meet. Maybe they don't have any friends in the building... Maybe I'm jumping to a sexual conclusion. C'mon, put on your big girl pants and take a leap... The guy is certainly a hottie and so is the girl."

Jen spent 30 minutes doing her makeup and fixing her hair -- which was never a hassle. She wore a bob cut that was long on the sides and curled into her jaw line, framing her face. She decided to wear a belted shirt dress and flats. "Casual... yeah, I look casual, but I don't know if I FEEL casual," she thought. She could tell her heartbeat was fast.

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It took her just a couple of minutes to reach apartment No. 14. Jen took a couple of deep breaths before knocking.

The door opened and the woman's face peered around the side. "Oh, hello. Please come in."

Jen entered to see both the man and the woman naked. "What... the... fuck?" she thought. Her confusion was evident.

"I... I thought you said... casual," she blurted out.

They both smiled. "Please, I hope you're not offended. It's not like you haven't seen us like this already," the woman said with a warm smile. "And you should know the experience of being watched by a stranger was highly arousing for us."

Jen's face turned bright red.

"I'm Erica and this is Jason." Their handshakes with Jen seemed laughingly formal for the situation. "I'm, uh, Jennifer... Jen."

Jason was about 6-feet talk with an athletic frame. He wasn't ripped but he obviously was in good shape. Jen couldn't help but glance at his cock. Its flaccid state did nothing to hide its size.

Jen then stared at Erica. Her beauty was breathtaking. Dark eyes, high cheek bones, full lips. Her brown hair looked both wild and styled at the same time. Her breasts were full, sagging beautifully because of their size, not their age. She was a few inches shorter than Jen; her legs sturdy, her thighs ample and firm.

They approached Jen, each giving her a soft kiss on her cheeks. Jason then gently cupped her chin and turned her face toward his. He kissed her softly on the lips, gradually increasing the pressure into a full lip lock. Jen's moan was barely audible.

Erica's fingers worked on the buttons of Jen's dress, undoing them until she reached the belt. She quickly unbuckled it and pulled it aside, discarding it on the hardwood floor with a clatter. She pushed the dress off Jen's shoulders and then down her hips. As it puddled around her feet, Jen gasped slightly.

The woman moved behind Jen as Jason's tongue pushed between her full lips, it's tip encountering Jen's. Erica brushed the ends of Jen's hair away from her neck and kissed that soft, sensitive skin.

"Ever been with a woman?" she whispered. Jen nodded, her eyes closing. "Yes, a couple of times."

"Ever had a threesome?" Jen shook her head no.

Erica's hands reached around to gently cover Jen's breasts. Her nipples were poking against the lace bra cups. "You're beautiful," Erica cooed, her lips brushing Jen's ear, her hot breath raising goose bumps.

Jason's cock was stiff, and its head was brushing Jen's side. Her heart was thumping so hard she thought it was audible. Jason's lips moved over her cheeks, her neck, her bare upper shoulders, his tongue licking over her bra straps.

As if working on a secret signal, Jason and Erica led Jen into their bedroom. "Don't worry," Jason said, "the blinds are closed. It's just us three."

Erica's fingers deftly unsnapped Jen's bra, she felt it loosen and then was off, her breasts bare. Jason's big hands covered them, the hard nipples scraping against his palms. Erica finished the final task, whisking Jen's panties down and off her sleek legs. Crouching behind her, Erica's lips and tongue moved over Jen's firm ass with teasing kisses and licks.

Jason pulled Jen onto the bed, laying down next to her with Erica on her other side. His hand cupped one breast, squeezing it to emphasize the hard nipple. His mouth latched on the hard nub, his tongue licking his mouth sucking.

Erica turned Jen's head towards her and their full lips softly met. Jen's lesbian experiences had been mostly experimental and only somewhat satisfying. Her partners had been like her -- more curious than committed. The kiss deepened, with Erica's tongue taking control with increasing passion.

Jason's mouth and moved from breast to breast, leaving each tit tip glistening with his saliva. His fingers tweaked and pulled the hard nipples as Jen mewled with pleasure. Having her sensitive tits expertly handled while a woman was French kissing her was a new experience. Her body was in full response mode.

The deep kiss ended when Erica started covering Jen's face, neck and ears with soft, teasing kisses and licks. The woman whispered, "Foreplay is so much fun, isn't it?" Jen could only nod slightly in response.

Erica joined Jason in breast play. As he suckled one tit, her manicured fingernails teasingly traced circles around the base of the other. Slowly, maddeningly, her touch spiraled upward until reaching the puffy areola. She smiled as her eyes noted the goose bumped response and the thick button in the center. "Soooo pretty," she whispered.

Jen's back arched, pushing her chest upward, seeking and asking for more. Erica's index finger flicked the nipple, the nail teasing it. She then took the nub between her forefinger and thumb and pulled upward, stretching Jen's breast. She gasped at the pleasurable but also slightly painful sensation. Erica released her grip on the nip and Jen's breast gently bounced, resettling.

Erica's mouth then covered the nipple, her tongue lapping and licking. Feeling a man's mouth on one breast and a woman's mouth on her other mound was a contrasting and erotic sensation. Jen's lungs filled with a deep breath, and it escaped in a hiss through clenched teeth.

Jason pulled his mouth from her spit-covered nipple and his big hand covered the mound, pressing and flattening it against Jen's chest. He then rotated his palm, her nipple hard against it. She whimpered in pleasure at the command he was exerting.

Jen's playmates were excited and aroused by the opportunity to school a newbie to the thrill of a threesome. But they also were patient lovers who wanted a memorable and amazing experience as much for themselves as Jen.

Erica wanted to explore more of Jen's body. Her hand slowly moved down her torso, her fingertips touching the soft skin, her fingernails teasing. She circled Jen's belly button with her index finger before wiggling inside it. Jen's stomach muscles quivered at the woman's expert, maddening touch.

"My pussy," she thought, "my gawd... I know it's dripping. I want... so bad..."

As if reading her thoughts, Erica's body was sliding down Jen's body.

"I love eating pussy. I wanna eat you and make you cum," Erica whispered, climbing between Jen's legs, pushing them apart. Jen bent her knees slightly, opening herself to her partner.

Jen's mound was fleshy and prominent. Her labia were close together, a thin line down the middle of her vagina. Erica's fingertips teased up and down over those lips and on the sensitive flesh surrounding them. Her desire was strong and she wanted to give their new playmate a satisfying introduction to their "scene."

Her thumbs pressed and pulled on Jen's labia. They parted, thin strands of her juices evident in the separation. Erica took a deep breath. "Such a beautiful pussy."

Jason was on his knees and he placed a pillow behind her head. He pushed his cock toward her mouth. It opened without hesitation, his salty precum preceding her tongue licking his swollen helmet.

Erica lowered her face to within inches of Jen's pussy. She inhaled the familiar scent of an aroused female. She exhaled her hot breath on the mound, making Jen quiver. Then her tongue lightly licked a circuit around Jen's mound. Her hips lurched at the contact of the soft, wet tongue.

Jason looked down at Jen licking and sucking the top half of his phallus. He, too, was highly aroused by this encounter. He had been intrigued since he first sight of their "nosy neighbor." His fingers toyed with her hard nipples as she fellated his cock.

Erica opened her mouth wide, and her lips encircled Jen's mound, gently sucking the soft, wet flesh inside. Her tongue lapped and licked, the smacking noises filling the room. Jen's fingers tangled in Erica's thick hair, pulling her face down as her hips lifted.

Jason pulled his cock free and shifted his position. Holding his cock in one hand, he rubbed his swollen, sensitive knob over Jen's breasts, pushing and moving her soft mounds and making her nipples bounce as his cock head rubbed over them. His precum painted her nipples. Then he leaned down and licked both nipples clean before kissing her hard, sharing his saliva and his seminal fluid. He then moved so Jen could recapture his pulsing shaft in her mouth.

Erica dragged the flat of her tongue along Jen's moist slit. She lapped at her steadily, gradually increasing the pressure and speed. Jen's torso undulated in pleasure. The tongue plunged deep inside, straining to reach as far as possible. Jen could actually feel the warmth and texture of the other woman's tongue as it played across her silky genital flesh, teasing and probing.

Pausing her oral explorations, Erica lifted her mouth. Her fingers slid upward to where the labia formed a point. The bud of Jen's clitoris gleamed like a pearl. Her finger wet with juice Erica gently teased that nerve loaded button. Jen's groan of pleasure was muffled with Jason's cock in her mouth.

Erica's fingers pressed on the soft flesh surrounding Jen's clit, further exposing that special place. Her tongue tip made contact with the quivering bud and then lost contact as Jen's hips jerked from side to side and up and down. This three-way had her on the knife's edge.

Patiently, Erica paused her stimulations. Jen was close to a panic. Her arousal was so strong that she was uncertain how strong her orgasm would be. But she was so close that she needed to get over the top. She pulled her mouth free of Jason's cock, strands of saliva dripping on her lips.

"Please," she managed to sob in a hoarse croak. "PLEASE. Your mouth... my pussy... so close... wanna cum... neeeeeedddd itttttt."

Her eyes were closed and her head rocked back and forth as she babbled her pleas. Jason and Erica made eye contact and smiled.

He pushed his thickness back into her willing mouth, her lips and tongue slurping. Erica lowered her lips, and they encircled Jen's throbbing clit. She gently sucked, increasing the pressure. Her teeth gently nipped at the slick nub.

Jen's body went rigid, her legs straight out and shaking as her climax crested. Her squeals of pleasure were stifled by Jason's cock but the vibrations and the knowledge that she had orgasmed unleashed his passion.

His cock throbbed and hots spurts gushed into her mouth. He felt her swallowing, and the pressing, sucking action of her tongue caused his cock to erupt again and again. He could feel his cum and her saliva pooling around his shaft before she gulped and swallowed several times.

Jason pulled his cock free, strands of spit and semen dripping on her lips and chin. Erica's mouth was still pleasuring her clitoris, and her orgasm was rolling like waves crashing on a beach. Her fingers clawed at Erica's hair, pulling her face hard against her crotch.

"YESSSSS... SUCK MY CLITTY... DDDOONN'T STOPPPP... SOOOOO GOOOODDDD."

Jen experienced consecutive, almost immediate orgasms for the first time. Her body arched off the bed, her head thrown back as a guttural, primal screech of pleasure left her open mouth.

Many times, Erica had been where Jen was. She kept her mouth on Jen's quivering mound, her tongue flattened on her clit. As the intensity subsided, Jen's body collapsed, her legs splayed, her lower abdomen quivering. Erica lifted her face, her mouth and chin shiny with Jen's pussy juices. She got on her knees. Jason leaned close to her, and they kissed, his tongue tasting Jen's secretions. Erica stroked his semi-hard shaft, slippery with jizz and saliva.

When they broke the kiss, Jason and Erica turned their attention to Jen. Her forehead was dotted with perspiration, her nipples were hard buds, and her chest rose and fell quickly as she recovered. Her eyes were closed, and the corners of her mouth were turned up in a grin.

"I think she liked it," he quipped.

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Erica went to the kitchen and returned with three bottles of water. Jen scooted up to lean against the head of the bed. Erica and Jason reclined next to each other with their heads near Jen's feet, their heads supported on pillows.

For the next half hour or so, they made small talk. They talked about their jobs, what music and media they liked. Erica and Jason explained how they had met and how their pillow talk had led them to explore their sexuality.

"We never considered or thought about ourselves as exhibitionists," Erica said. "We never realized we were, uh, playing with the shades open. When Jason said a woman was watching us, we both got turned on like crazy. The second time... we didn't know if you might be watching again. You were and..."