Peeping Tom, Lexi witnesses a lesbian encounter part two

Welcome back to part two of my peeping tom story! Lets get back to it…

A groan made Lexi return to reality, hers. She covered her mouth quickly, and felt a heat flood her cheeks that had nothing to do with the weather. Hoping they hadn’t heard her, she quickly returned to her desk and began to stack textbooks, though it would have been impossible for them to see her attempt at pretense. Staring at the glossy books, she wasn’t able to stop thinking about the couple, between waves of shame, lust and nerves.

She waited a few minutes—or what felt like minutes, it was probably only seconds—then slowly went back to window. When she peeked back up at the balcony she realized that they had changed positions. The blonde was now sitting on the terrace table, her legs wide open, welcoming the toy over and over again. The other was thrusting so hard that Lexi feared she would harm her. She wondered if it would hurt, and if so, if that pain was part of the pleasure.

With her free hand, the brunette twisted one of her partner’s nipples between her fingers. She alternated, squeezing, and clawing. From the window, just a few yards away, Lexi did not miss a single detail. She watched the hands of the blonde, who gripped the brunette’s hips anxiously; simultaneously her partner’s full breasts danced from side to side with each thrust.

Lexi’s fingers slipped almost unconsciously down her loose shirt and traveled to her own breasts.

She wanted to recreate the attentions of the younger woman and was surprised by the sudden, sharp pleasure of twisting her left nipple, something she had never tried either alone or with a lover. In that gesture she found an unexpected and unusual pleasure, so she let her fingers find her other nipple within the cup of her bra, then undid her top button to try both at the same time. She loved it, moreover, the thrill of acting in unison with the scene above gave her shivers that forced her to close her eyes and continue despite the danger of being discovered.

Her right hand slid into the front of her shorts and she stroked herself over her panties, through which she could already feel wetness. She smiled to herself, touching herself directly. The touch was electric: she had never felt sparks as she ran her index finger over her clit. She used that sensation to continue caressing, slowly. Soon she stopped perceiving the current that had pushed her to continue to before and instead fed it with increased pressure and speed. She threw back her head, closed her eyes, and then inserted a finger inside. In Lexi’s mind, her finger was the purple toy that the brunette woman was fucking the other with: hard, fast, strong. She tried to do the same, with the same energy and delivery as the brunette.

So she knew that the orgasm was going to come alone and was very close.

She feared that if she stopped, the electricity within her would disappear, so she continued, pushing her fingers in again and again, stroking her clit with her thumb. She opened her eyes for a second to look at the balcony and was disconcerted to see it completely empty. But that didn’t stop Lexi; she didn’t need them to feed the spark electrifying her entire body. She could feel molten sweat erupting from every pore, pricking with the wind that suddenly eased in through the window over her skin and her soaking fingers. And she was about to, had just about come to orgasm…

Or at least, she was, before the door was opened and her boss entered carrying a large box containing the fan that she had asked for.

 

I hope you enjoyed my peeping tom story! If you missed out on part one, find it here! Or go check out the audio! 877-482-0664

 
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