Peeping Tom, Lexi witnesses a lesbian encounter part one

Here is a fantasy that I seriously think will get you off like it did me. Hope you love my peeping tom story…

Lexi had been working at Powell’s bookstore for three years. She was almost always behind the counter, ringing up customers, searching the database, or jotting down charges. However, during the summer, her boss relegated her to the storeroom; there were lots of textbook orders and they had to be ready before September.

That day was the afternoon shift, from four-thirty to eight-thirty. She had just arrived at the bookstore and was already feeling drained of energy. The soaring temperatures from the sun turned into a choking stuffiness within the un-air conditioned storeroom. It only had a small window that never seemed to catch even a hint of a breeze, only a view of the hotel across the street. For several weeks she had been asking her boss for a fan, but like most things, it had been promised ‘in a few days’; she would have to settle for one more day with that tiny window.

She unloaded her daily essentials from her purse onto the table: an extra-large thermos filled with iced coffee, a bottle of half-frozen water, and the folding fan that only slightly made her frequent breaks bearable. So she sighed before slicing open a cardboard box, and began pulling out first year Kinesiology textbooks.

With the effort of lifting both boxes and the sizable tomes, it wasn’t long before Lexi noticed a stickiness on the back of her neck and down her chest. She sighed again, and looked out the window to make sure that the maximum amount of air possible was entering.

She stepped closer to stick her hand out of the open window, and gazing upward her eyes caught a dark-haired woman, leaning against a balcony railing across the street, completely naked.

Then she blushed and reflexively withdrew her hand, but her eyes remain transfixed.

The woman’s body reminded her of Rubens’s paintings: fleshy, broad-hipped, with generous breasts… Still, all in proportion. The only difference Lexi could find was the black hair at the peak of her inner thighs, which the owner seemed to be displaying to the street with nonchalance. Lexi’s neck seemed to double in temperature out of embarrassment, both for watching and the flagrant display; however, she had the feeling that she was the only one watching. Sudden awareness of that fact made her start, and she glanced back at the door to the storeroom, only partially obscured by a half-empty bookshelf. She felt calmer when she saw that it was closed, but her pulse continued to thrum below her damp blouse.

When she turned back to the balcony, she discovered a second woman joining the first. She was a lot thinner and had blond hair cropped short, which made her look at least twenty years older than the first, which struck Lexi as odd…but perhaps it wasn’t…

Perhaps what was really odd was that Lexi was spying on them instead of shutting the window and returning to her work. The truth was that the bookseller could not look away from those two. The scene of two women leaning so casually as they chatted on their balcony, completely naked, unnerved and excited her equally.

The blonde laughed at something the other said, then delivered a swift slap to the other’s ass, causing her to lean with both hands on the railing with a grin before turning around for a long, passionate kiss. Lexi bit her lip, trying to imagine the sensation, to imagine the details of the scene taking place. Were they lovers, or strangers who had just gone to bed for the first and last time?

A few seconds later the women stopped kissing and smiled against each other’s lips.

The older woman said something, looked into her eyes … and the other woman disappeared. Lexi found herself cursing internally that she couldn’t make out their conversation from below. She wondered if they were leaving the hotel…

But then, the brunette returned to the balcony with something purple in her hands. Lexi did not know what it was until she began to lick it avidly, revealing an unmistakable phallic shape. It was a dildo, larger than one she had ever seen, both in thickness and length. Lexi froze at the realization of what it was and blushed: it was gigantic! Was she really going to put that into her?

The brunette’s tongue began to walk along the toy, inch by inch, meeting the impatient look of her companion. The second nodded and placed a leg atop a small patio table. Her partner smirked as she approached her, using a hand to feel for her arousal before pushing in all those inches seemingly no effort at all.

If you are enjoying my peeping tom story, please come back sunday for part two! I also made a really hot audio for this blog so check it out! 877-482-0664

 

 
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