Obsessions of a Peeping Tom

There she was again tonight, quietly making her way down the stairs of her beach house, looking behind to make sure that she was alone. She was barefoot, and the moment she stepped off the last step, she felt the sand under her feet. She paused, playfully squelched the sand so that she could feel it between her toes. An almost child-like smile spread across her face as she lifted her head and breathed in the warm, balmy night air. The only natural light came from the moon above, and it cast a soft, seductive glow on her face.

Suddenly breaking into a run, she headed towards the sea, her arms outstretched, holding onto her sheer body scarf, which softly flew behind her. When she reached the edge of the shore, she danced lightly, avoiding the waves that were gently lapping against it. Naked, she felt as carefree as a bird, and her giggle rang out in the night like a melodious wind chime.

He watched her, fascinated, unable to take his eyes off her. He had been watching her for quite some time now, although he did it discreetly. If he happened to bump into his neighbor during the normal course of his day, he was careful to keep his distance, and only greeted her with a warm hello and a smile and went on his way. This was because she already belonged to someone else.

She had a lovely mane of long, dark hair, with soft curls that cascaded down her back, reminding him of a waterfall. Her eyes – his favorite feature of hers, were a warm, chocolatey brown. They were large and expressive, with long eyelashes that touched her cheeks. Talk about eyes being the windows to one's soul. He wondered how anyone could ever find it in their heart say 'No' to her. She also had luscious lips, and when she smiled, his heart would skip a beat, even if her smile wasn't meant for him. He had pictured himself kissing those sweet lips countless times while caressing her cheek.

Her figure was a sight to behold. She wasn't very tall but her hourglass figure caused many a man stop dead in his tracks for a double take. Her firm, full breasts, her trim waist that slowly curved to her hips, and her long, shapely legs made for a very compelling package indeed. She was beautiful, alluring, and sensual, but she seemed blissfully unaware of the effect she had on men.

There was also an aura of innocence about her that was not at all contrived. During the course of his silent observations of her, he found out that the simplest things in life made her smile. He woke up one Saturday morning to find her holding a seashell against her ear, a wide grin spread across her face. That little scene made him smile, and he watched her till her man called her back into the house.

Ah her man. He was another thing altogether. He was tall, with dark blond hair trimmed in a neat style that matched his features. His nose, straight and well defined, lent an almost aristocratic touch to his handsome face. His lips, which met evenly in a straight line when he was in repose, made his face light up in a smile... the same way his pale green eyes lit up... whenever he looked at her. She clearly meant the world to him.

It was obvious that he worked out regularly, because while he wasn't muscular like a bodybuilder, he wasn't flabby either. He looked very capable of punching someone's lights out if he had to. His broad shoulders, his arms, and finely toned legs hinted at the physical power he possessed.

He had a very good idea of what their relationship was like, again from his observations. He had caught snippets of their conversation while he was on his deck and they were on the beach. Apparently, her man was the possessive sort. He loved her dearly, but he would get incensed if he even thought that she was looking at another man. Many a time, he had seen her big brown eyes well up with tears, and she would deny his accusations before running back into the house. His heart went out to her, even if he did see the tortured look on her man's face as his own eyes filled with tears.

They would always make up after that of course. He would never apologize, because it was a matter of fact for him that she belonged to him. However, he would take her gently into his arms and tenderly kiss her tears away, and through the sheer white curtains that offered him a peek into their bedroom, he would watch them as they made up.

Made up. He chuckled at his choice of words. Theirs was a passion that was all encompassing. Her man, whom he had heard her call Steven, seemed to have a limitless appetite for Jade. Just this evening, he watched as Steven came up behind Jade and lovingly kissed her neck. It must be one of her erotic zones because that elicited a sensual moan from her. His hands reached out and kneaded her breasts, while his thumbs played with her nipples, which had no doubt turned hard at his touch.

Still he watched, mesmerized, unable to turn his eyes away, as Steven's hand wandered down her body, caressed her flat stomach, and slowly slid under her panties. She was wearing a babydoll nightie, and his other hand was busy making its way up under the nightie to play with her breasts more. Meanwhile, his other hand that found its way under her panties caressed her already wet womanhood. Dipping his finger in, he pulled out and breathed in her musky scent before licking her juices off his fingers. That aroused him even more, so he turned her around and kissed her, hard. She responded by kissing him back, wrapping her arms around him.

He was rock hard by then, as he was sure Steven was. He wrapped his hand over his member and was already stroking himself. Jade then stepped back and pulled her babydoll nightie over her head, giving Steven a little shy smile as she did so. The look of desire in his eyes was only matched by his hunger for her. She then slid her panties off her hips, causing it to fall to the floor. He must have asked Jade to undress him, because she moved closer to kiss him, while her fingers were busy undoing the buttons on his shirt. She then worked on the button and zipper on his jeans. His shirt fell off his shoulders, followed by his jeans and underwear. Steven stepped out of his jeans and, without effort, picked Jade up and set her on the bed so that she was on all fours.

Watching in the shadows, he stroked himself faster, anticipating their lovemaking from that position. He saw Steven kneeling down, locate her sweet spot with great familiarity, and bury his face in-between her legs. An almost instant look of pure ecstasy crossed Jade's face as he continued pleasuring her that way.

He had no idea how Steven could pleasure her like that for the longest time without wanting to bury himself deep inside her. He was very much the dominant one in their relationship, inside and outside the bedroom, a master at control. Jade probably shuddered a dozen times or so before he allowed himself the pleasure of taking her.

"Are you ready, precious?" he barely heard Steven say to her, while she gasped and nodded in reply, unable to speak, overwhelmed by the many orgasms that rocked her body. "I don't think I heard you. What do you say?"

"Y-yes Steven... I'm ready!" she managed to say.

Steven paused, caressed her fanny, then suddenly, without warning, smacked her hard across her fanny, making her cry out loud. "Not good enough, precious," he said slowly and deliberately. "Now... I want you to tell me how much you need me inside you. Unless of course, you don't want me to finish the job?"

Jade shook her head and tried to catch her breath. "No, no! Please... yes of course I need you inside me... you know I do! Please Steven?" she pleaded.

Steven however, was unmoved. "Now precious, I taught you better. What... do... you... say?"

"Please... master?" he heard Jade reply, and he saw a smile cross Steven's face when she called him 'master'.

"My naughty little one," he said as he leaned forward and kissed her neck with her still on all fours. "I was beginning to wonder how long it would take you..." he said as he sank himself into her sweet depths, eliciting a loud moan from her as he filled both their needs.

As Steven stroked Jade, he was stroking himself, matching him move for move. Jade was as insatiable as Steven, and delightfully uninhibited. However, long before Steven reached orgasm, he already hit his. The sight of beautiful Jade being made love to aroused him to the point that it was unbearable. His body shuddered from his orgasm and it shot out clear over his deck and onto the sand below.

Still, he was amazed at Steven's control. Previous observations told him that he could go on for an hour at least, and that's what he did. During the course of their lovemaking session, during which Steven got Jade to ride him, he got hard again. This time, he took it slow and imagined what it must be like to have the pleasure of making love to Jade, and being made love to by her.

Finally, all three of them reached their peak together. He heard Jade sob as her body shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm. Steven growled as he shot his seed deep inside her. Meanwhile, he shot another load over his deck and it seemed to reach an even higher arc than before. Then all three fell back, exhausted from the effort.

Much later, when she was sure Steven was asleep, she quietly left their bedroom, which was when he spotted her again. She sometimes did that, as if in quiet defiance of Steven, whom he was sure would not be pleased if he found out his precious was out in the middle of the night dancing naked, without a care in the world, on the beach.

He wondered how long it would be before Steven caught on with this playful antic of hers. One thing's for sure... he wouldn't hear it from him. After all, why would he deny himself the pleasure of watching someone like Jade sneak out from under his thumb every once in awhile to 'liberate' herself thus?

When a chilly gust of wind hit the beach, Jade decided that it was time to head back to the house. He made sure she made it safely back before he even thought of going back into his house. Smiling broadly, he whispered under his breath, "Good night Jade. Sweet dreams..."