Spying on my Live-in

Spying on my live-in

Sometimes the call of true perversity must be heeded, and I answered this call six years ago, when I lived with my then-girlfriend. She was a beautiful girl with long. wavy blond hair. She was a little on the heavier side (about 160 lbs.), but with this air of sex about her that everyone could smell when she entered the room (women included). We moved into a small apartment together, and the sex was great and frequent. She was into talking during our fuck sessions, about anything I wanted-whether it was watching her fuck another girl or a guy. We both loved the intensity.

Eventually, though, I wanted more. I've always had a strong desire to spy on women. Our bathroom door was warped and fit the jamb badly, leaving a good-sized crack near the knob. One morning, as I heard her shutting down the shower, I gave in to temptation and positioned myself at the door, kneeling, and began to jack off, using saliva for masturbation. As she pulled back the curtain, I became inflamed with excitement and also fear she might see me through the crack. She didn't, and my God, the thrill of spying on her was incredible. She would hoist one leg at a time on the commode and dry her leg and butt cheek, with those breasts swaying freely all the time (33 C's, beautiful full nipples). Just being that close to my desired one drove me wild. I began to cum, leaving a nice spot on the door and the carpet.

This worked even better when we showered together-I would let her get out first, then peek through the frilly lace on top of the shower curtain as she dried off. As she would arch her back while using both hands to dry her back, those breasts-shaking, swirling- just made me crazy. I would be so thankful for my good fortune as I spurted into the tub.

Eventually, she busted me at the door, and I was embarrassed and sorrowful for a while (although this fueled another series of hot sex encounters).

When she moved out a few months later with a bi female friend, I heard it through mutual friends that the bi friend had gone down on her while she slept, causing her to move out. I don't blame the girl; I'd always sensed that she was after my girlfriend. I still wonder how long she let her eat her pussy...