Confessions Of A Voyeur Ch 05

There are some morally dubious elements in this story. It is meant to be a pure fantasy and not an endorsement of such behavior in real life. This is meant to be sexy, not instructive. All characters are eighteen or older.

I recommend reading the other chapters, but this should work as a standalone.

For those of you who haven't read of my previous exploits, my name is Kate and I am a voyeur who can only orgasm while watching unknowing people engaged in private activities. While I had the pleasure recently of tasting my beautiful resident advisor's pussy, I still consider myself a virgin as I've never experienced climax with another woman. My sexual development as a voyeur began when I realized I could observe my neighbor, Ana Flores, from my treehouse. I watched her have sex with my old teacher, Lisa Xu. Since then I've conducted various other clandestine activities that violate the privacy rights of some beautiful women who love other women, and sunk deeper into my obsession. My talent for engineering and technology has aided me in these exploits and furthered my depravity.

When I returned home from my first year of college for the summer, I was looking forward to spending my days and evenings watching Ms. Flores have sex with Ms. Xu. They had clearly been quite smitten with each other and had sexual chemistry when I last saw them together. But when I returned, it was clear that Ana wasn't seeing anyone, let alone Lisa. I watched her shower and dress and undress as usual, masturbating from up in the treehouse, but I found my satisfaction decreasing over time. After watching Professor Freeman sodomize the young Jackie last winter, and knowing that Ana was capable of debauchery herself, I found that my voyeuristic desires were unfulfilled. Especially since I had seen this woman nude before, knew the intimate terrain of her skin, watched her make love.

But now she hardly ever masturbated, and when she did, it was with little gusto. I couldn't understand what happened to the sexually ravenous older woman I had watched with such devotion last summer.

I came to know a little bit more when I met Lisa Xu about a month into my summer vacation. I was working at my dad's contracting business, and Lisa also did handyman work during the summers when she wasn't teaching high school.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't precocious Kate," Lisa said, leaning down. I blushed as I saw new tattoos on her cleavage, a rose being licked by a long, salacious tongue. "How was your first year of college?"

"Good," I said. It had been confusing and crazy, but my grades were good, and I had gotten some sexual experience. Just not all that I wanted.

Lisa was tall for an Asian woman, with muscular tattooed arms and her hair was shaved on the side. A lesbian top if there ever was one. And yet when I'd watched her fuck Ana, she'd bottomed. Maybe that was part of why they weren't seeing each other anymore.

"How can I help you, Lisa?" I said, folding my hands together as I leaned back at my computer desk. My dad and the other guy who worked for him were out, so it was just me in the office today.

"Well, I actually came to see you. Your neighbor, Ms. Flores, called me," Lisa said, her face betraying no sense of guile or mischief. As though Ms. Flores was just a work call. "She needs some internal wiring redone. I told her I don't do electrical, but I know you and your father do. It sound like something you could probably handle on your own." She winked at me.

My cheeks flushed. Something was odd here. Lisa knew, or at least strongly suspected, that I watched Ana, like a creeping pervert. I was fairly certain she knew that I had watched them fuck. So she was clearly baiting me.

A year ago, I wouldn't have been bold enough. But my aching, desperate cunt was giving me newfound courage. "So, you aren't seeing her anymore?"

Lisa grinned. "How long have you wanted to ask me that?"

"Just answer the question."

"No, I broke up with her a few months ago." Lisa shrugged. "Nothing dramatic, but we're both tops. I only fucked her for that long because she's an incredibly wise and experienced lady. She taught me things about sex I never knew." Her grin grew wider, a distant and mildly aroused look in her eyes. "I've had a few sexual tutors over the years, but she might have been the best."

My cheeks were scarlet and my panties were getting damp. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Well, Kate, I think you're in need of a mentor. And while I enjoyed mentoring you in woodshop, I don't fuck younger women. Not unless they're exceptionally talented. Ana might be too much of a top for me, but she's definitely the age of woman I want."

My hands typed away furiously at my laptop, opening up a work requisition form. I tried not to look at Lisa, so she wouldn't know how turned on I was. A futile gesture, no doubt.

"She's known me my whole life, Lisa. There's no way she'd... mentor me."

Lisa leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Kate, with how much you've watched her, I think you've got as good a chance as any to change her mind."

I looked up at her, gritting my teeth, grinding my legs together. "Just give me the job details."

"I want a finder's fee," Lisa said, laughing as she handed me a form.

I didn't know if Lisa was right. But I knew I had to find out.

I stepped inside the house and shook my head, grateful that my father trusted in me. Honestly, I was better than him at a lot of these things, especially when it came to AV. "He took a look at the work order and said I could take care of it. It's all in the kitchen?"

"Yes, the lights are all funny. Not doing what I want." I admired her ass as she walked inside. Ana Flores was in many ways, an older, more muscular and dominant version of the girl Jackie I'd just watched get sodomized. How I longed to see her make love again, to enjoy and feel true satisfaction as I masturbated to her. Lisa had talked about mentorship, but I knew Ana Flores was too much woman for me right now. She would eat me alive, and yet I still wanted her.

"Here," she said, gesturing to the electronic panel with sliders and a touch screen. "Sliders don't respond, or they just go halfway."

I played with them a bit, a quick flick with my fingers and nodded as I noticed the issues. "Should take me about six hours, if you don't mind me staying late. I just need to redo the circuitry at the back. It has irregular output.

"Gracias, mija," she said, clapping her hands together happily. "Would you like anything to eat or drink while you work?"

I glanced at a bottle of red wine on the table. It had already been opened. "Guess I'm too young for that. If you have a Diet Coke, that would be great." But I knew when she drank red wine, she was more likely to end up masturbating. I would do my best to get her to have some.

Ms. Flores laughed. "Much too young, Kate. I'll get you a Diet Coke."

I got to work while she fetched me a drink and found the task to be enjoyable, if a bit tedious. I probably could have gotten it done in half the time, but the goal was to stay for a while, and get her chatty. She came in and out as I worked, and indeed, seemed quite willing to chat. She had vacationed in Spain over the winter and was working on a new art project.

This was where I got to a subject I was interested in. "What's the art about?" I said, wiping my brow as I shut the circuit panel.

Her cheeks grew surprisingly red. "It's a little adult, actually. I shouldn't even talk about it with kids."

I placed my hands on my hips and shot her an indignant look. "Oh come on, you told me to call you Ana because I'm not a kid anymore. I'm nineteen, you know. I know about lots of adult things."

Ms. Flores raised her eyebrows, as though surprised by my precociousness. "Well, if you want, you can stay for dinner and I can show you what I'm making, yes? It's about... the sexuality of women." She gave me a look, waiting for me to say something immature.

I was already, though I didn't fully understand it at the time, becoming a bit of student of female sexuality. "That sounds really interesting. I bet it would help me understand some of the stuff in my feminist theory class I'm taking next year."

Ms. Flores seemed impressed by my response. "Okay! Finish it up and meet me in the garage for dinner and an art showing." Her eyes flicked to the wine bottle.

I shrugged. "You have a glass. I'm not allowed, but... well, I won't tell my parents if you have some."

She hesitated, and then walked to grab the bottle. "All right. But don't think you can talk me into sharing."

My cunt humming, I turned back to my work, conducting the repairs as fast humanly possible. The smell of warm food slowly drifted through the room, and by the time I was done, I was salivating for food and not just pussy. Ms. Flores handed me a plate of pasta and another Diet Coke, she herself sipping some wine, and I followed her into the garage, swallowing my food hungrily.

Inside, there were several easels, with canvas thrown over them. "These paintings are quite sexually explicit," she warned. "I'm not sure your parents would be okay with it."

"Ms. Flores," I said, trying to keep my excitement from overwhelming me, "I'm nineteen years old. I'm intelligent and curious. You don't think I've explored sex?" I gave her a look that was almost pleading. "Honestly... I really wish I had someone like you to talk to it about. My parents are such prudes, and I'm... I'm confused."

Something softened in her expression. "What are you confused about, mija?"

I looked down at the floor, cheeks flushing. "I think I like girls." That was probably the least confusing part of my sexual inclinations.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that," she said, laughing. "It is normal, in human sexuality. In fact, I think you'll love these. Take a look," she said, sweeping the sheet off the first image.

I felt my jaw drop. I had no idea Ana was such a talent artist, but her talent was so sweepingly good, I felt heat in my face and loins, my heart racing. It was a painting of a nude woman, her legs pulled behind her head, and I had no doubt in my mind that this woman was Lisa. Her facial features had been adjusted, as well as her tattoos, but I recognized that body, and more importantly, the genitalia, from when I had watched Ana fuck her from my treehouse. Lisa's cunt and asshole were as distinct in my memory today as they had been when I watched, and so was the tongue I saw in the bottom corner of the image, sweeping across the globe of Lisa's left buttock.

"This is amazing, Ana," I said. My cheeks hot, I turned to her. "Is this a woman... you've... you've been with?"

She hesitated, briefly, but then nodded. "I have been with many women in my life, before my marriage and after my divorce. I may never touch a man again, in truth. The sexual... charisma, of women, that is something unique. Do you feel the same?" There was heat, probing curiosity in her gaze.

"I do," I whispered, turning towards her, my body yearning, desperate for her to reveal her figure, her body. "I have so much desire, Ana, I can't control it."

I could tell she was seeing me in a new way, seeing my womanhood, and my sapphic nature. But she said nothing yet, only turning to reveal the next of her paintings. This one was a self portrait, her bush untrammeled here, squatted with her ass out, beefy cunt lips hanging and dripping as rain fell down from a lightning struck sky. I stepped closer, entranced, leaning my face in closer. Below her was a nude woman, blonde, Ana's fingers shoved into her cunt, engorged clitoris in full bloom. The woman's face was stretched in the throes of orgasm.

"That's you," I whispered. I could recognize that pussy anywhere. "Who is she?"

"A young woman with great promise," she said huskily. "We were lovers for many years. She was... special."

I leaned in closer, studying the woman's pussy, awed by its engorgement. I had never really even seen my own cunt respond to my fingers that way, and wondered if it was artistic embellishment or the real image of a woman in heat. I turned around, and saw Ana had taken the sheet off another easel.

This was merely a sketch, the outline of a woman lying on a bed. Her hand was between her legs. She had no real details to her. "A new idea?" I said, stepping up closer to Ana, my eyes flicking to her considerable bosom.

"Yes. A concept I had." She sighed. "I don't have the right muse. I need a virgin." I gagged and she looked at me, giggling suddenly. "

Lo siento, mija.

You must think I am so crass, Kate, but this was my passion. I gave it up for years and only after the divorce was I able to start again."

"Why... why do you need a virgin?" I managed to sputter out, trying to still my racing heart.

"I want to capture a virginal orgasm. The act of masturbation from an innocent." She clicked her tongue. "A pure act of voyeurism."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and before I could stop myself, I started to speak. "I'm a virgin." She looked at me, taken aback. "I mean, uh, I'm tried some stuff but I've never, you know, had someone..." I pointed down towards my crotch, heat suffusing my face as I looked down.

"Kate, I don't know,

mija.

" I looked back up and saw her looking at me in a new light, appraising my form. I felt self-conscious, being analyzed by a woman whose asshole I had once peered into while masturbating in a treehouse. "You are young. What I had in mind. But I wouldn't want your parents to know."

"How would they know? Just hire me out. Tell my dad I'm doing repairs." I was desperate now, for her to paint me. To perform for the woman who had awoken my sapphic, voyeuristic lusts.

"You'll strip for me?" She said skeptically, pursed lips. "You'll masturbate for me, really? You're comfortable with that."

A nervous smile crossed my lips. "It would be my honor."

"No, that's okay," I said, setting down my bag as I stood in her bedroom. Today I had worn one of my ratty working t-shirts and a simple pair of blue jeans. No bra, but I'd put on my nicest pair of panties, pink with little bows. "What do you want me to do?"

"Get comfortable," she said, stepping back to size me up. "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."

Blushing, I did as she directed, pulling off my t-shirt. My breasts exposed to her, I felt suddenly shy and vulnerable, despite the fact that I had violated this woman's privacy on at least a dozen occasions. I continued to strip before I lost my nerve, unzipping the jeans and sliding out of them. My panties I left on for a moment, as I lay down on the bed.

Ana came closer to me, her coppery skin furrowing on her brow as she examined me with a critical eye. She murmured a few things under her breath and then retreated to her easel. Her dark eyes seemed to have burned a path across my breasts, and my cheeks felt hotter than ever.

"You can keep your panties on for now. I will draw the initial sketches of your outline today. Can you spread your legs for me?" She laughed. "They're cute, by the way. I think I have a pair like that."

She did indeed. I'd seen her put them and take them off, while my fingers probed my own cunt.

I spread my legs wide and flat, feeling my cunt dampening. She shook her head and walked over, lifting my knees up higher so I raised my ass. "We want your

preciosos

on full display,

mija

. We will show the world your beauty."

I felt a breathy giggle escape my lips at the compliment. "How do you know that I'm beautiful, with my panties still on?" My fingers itched to take them off, to debase myself for her.

She gave me a very serious look. "A woman's pussy is always beautiful, Kate. Each unique and worthy of capturing in full glory. You can keep your panties on today. I'm just doing preliminary sketches."

This continued for another week or two, to my intense frustration. I'd strip to my panties, lie down on the bed, legs splayed and ass out, and get absolutely zero sexual relief. Under her dark, penetrating gaze, I felt as though I were the one being watched, a complete role reversal. However, one day she called me and told me to prepare myself to be nude. I groomed myself that morning, denuding myself of hair, washing, making sure I was the perfect subject for her painting.

I decided, on a whim, to text Lisa.

You should visit my treehouse today. Around eleven AM.

As usual, I lay down on the bed with my panties on. This time, she actually brought out her paintbrushes, looked me over and nodded seriously. "Okay, Kate, take off your panties and assume the pose I coached you in."

Eagerly, I wriggled out of my panties and took the pose. A sudden realization hit me. She had been mentoring me this whole time. Teaching me the perfect position to bare my naughty bits to the world. My back and head arched on the pillows, I displayed my treasures to her, and felt a delicious flush of arousal and pleasure at her reaction, the way her lips shifted in palpable appreciation.

"So beautiful,

mjia.

Stay like that for a while." My completely, freshly bald cunt and asshole were bared and I felt her eyes like they were her own fingers, probing and tucking back the folds of flesh that lay within. "You really are a virgin," she said, her nostrils flared. "I can smell it from your pussy."

I smiled nervously, my hands laid in fixed position on the pillows. I wondered if Lisa was watching. Wondered if she was jealous. If her fingers were inside of her, desperately working herself to orgasm. My hands began to sneak down the sheets, eager to play with myself for Ana.

"Kate! No," Ana said sternly, shaking her head. "You play with your pussy when I say so."

A little groan escaped my lips but I stayed in place, allowing her to paint. I don't know how long I lay there, my cunt growing damper and warmer, my body aching for release, as I watched the beautiful older woman work.

"Ana," I said, a faint jab of insecurity hitting me suddenly. What if she thought my pussy was ugly? That it wasn't worth watching it bloom. "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Of course, Kate. I would never paint an ugly woman."

"But I'm so... so plain, compared to you."

"Your beauty comes from within. You'll see,

mija.

Once the painting is done, you'll see." She stepped away from her easel and walked over towards me, leaning her head down in between my legs. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy, my arousal wetting the bedsheets. "I think we're ready." She smiled up at me from between my legs. How I wish her tongue was probing my folds. But that was not to be, not today. She returned to her easel, and my hand, finally freed, snaked down my belly and in between my legs, where my cunt responded with enthusiasm.

I began my usual pattern, rubbing my clit with wanton recklessness, and I heard Ana click her tongue. "No, Kate, mija, be gentle with your pussy. Coax it. You have to warm it up, make it melt into your hand. Slower, again. Like this." She began to paint with delicate, gentle brushstrokes, and I sought to imitate. My clit engorged, softening and fitting comfortably in the contours of my hand, and so did my labia. My eyes widened in shock, as a new rush of pleasure filled me, thrumming and powerful, yet slow and patient.