BEING WATCHED

A few weeks ago I attended a distant friend’s wedding, held in a small town about three hours north of Toronto. Not wanting to drive late at night I decided to stay in a bed and breakfast and pamper myself with some delicious food and a good night’s rest.

I checked in and was shown my room by the lady who lived there. It was a simple room at the rear of the house with a comfortable bed and small TV. I glanced at my watch and decided I had better begin to get ready for the wedding. I regretted not bringing a housecoat as the bathroom was down the hall from my room. I took my toiletries and headed for a nice refreshing shower.

When I returned to my room I finished drying myself and began to apply my makeup at the small vanity mirror and table. When finished I stood and looked in the mirror. I am still pleased with my body, even at 58 years of age. I exercise regularly and watch what I eat. I see enough obese people in my job as a nurse, to know it is unhealthy and quite unattractive.

My breasts, although sagging a bit and now at a size 36C, still look firm and perky with hard nipples to complement their shape. My waist has a few lines but if I suck in my tummy it appears passable, fortunately my legs are not dotted with cellulite crevices and my butt cheeks have maintained their shape. I stared from top to bottom and was pleased with what I saw. Even my vagina, smooth as a baby’s bottom, as I wax it every three weeks or so, was pleasing to the eye.

I picked up my bra from the chair and was about to put it on when, for the first time, I glanced out the window only to see a boy cutting the grass next door. I saw him looking at me and realised he was able to see all of me in my naked state. I shook when I realised he had probably been watching for quite a while. I stood back from the window and dressed out of his sight.

That afternoon at the wedding, I continued to think about the events and the young boy who watched me as I stood vainly admiring my own body. The prospect of having been seen was somewhat exciting and released feelings within me, which I could not explain. A tingling sensation made me shake and I felt a slight moistness develop between my legs.

When I returned to the B&B I was greeted by the lady who owned it. After a few moments of small talk I retired to my bedroom, quite exhausted from the festivities of the party. My mind, however, continued to dwell on the shirtless boy, who’s sweat covered chest glistened in the afternoon sun, as I caught him spying on me in my bedroom.

I walked to my night table to turn on my light, but glanced out the window and noticed a lit room directly across from mine. I was shocked when I saw the boy standing in the window looking out in the direction of my room. He had not seen me, as it was dark, but I wondered if he noticed my car pull into the driveway and was waiting for me to enter the bedroom.

At first I was determined to close the curtain and put such taboo thoughts out of my mind. As I pondered the concept for a moment I found myself growing excited with the prospect. I decided to nourish his voyeur tendencies and turned on the lamp beside my bed.

I began to undress slowly, knowing that I was in full view of the window. I shook with excitement as I envisioned what he saw and what he was thinking. I was down to my bra and panties and slowly removed them. I allowed my breasts to fall free. I massaged them slowly, as they enjoyed their new found freedom. I tweaked my nipples slightly, a feeling which has always excited me.

I dared to glance out the window as I turned and saw him standing there spying on me. I believed him to be naked but was not 100% sure. I dared not stare, for I did not want him to know I was aware of his voyeurism.

Totally naked I moved toward my bed and sat on the side. I again peered in the direction of the window and saw him standing there, staring. I was suddenly shocked when I realised there was a second boy beside him. I dared not look very long and laid down, wondering if they were still able to see. I moved my head slightly and had a clear view of both boys as they stood watching me laying nude on my bed.

I pretended not to see them and slowly moved my hand to my breast. I cupped one and then the other. Gently I began to squeeze them and pinched my nipples in such a way that it made me tingle. I slid one hand down along my tummy and quivered when it came in contact with my womanhood. I slowly parted my legs and moved my finger against my love button.

Using my other hand I separated my pussy lips and began to rub my clit. The feeling was

amazing, heightened by the fact that I was being watched. I again glanced out the window and was stunned when I saw the two boys were not only naked, but one had his hand around the other’s penis. I stared longer than I should have, but could not pry my eyes away. I was in such shock as I watched one boy masturbate the other. It was terrible, but caused me such excitement. I could not help but masturbate openly and not care who was watching.

I parted my legs further and feverishly rubbed my private parts. I watched now as the two boys enjoyed each other’s hands pleasuring their manhood. They were staring at me and I assumed they saw me looking at them. I did not care. My sexual excitement was raised to a new level and it was only moments before I felt my stomach muscles tighten and my legs stiffen. I had to muffle my screams so as not to be heard by the owner of the house, as I wildly reached an orgasm of unmatched heights.

After a moment I relaxed and looked out the window again. The boys were still engaged and I continued to watch. As wonderful as my orgasm had been I was still amorous and needed more. I again allowed my fingers to attack my pussy and inserted one after the other until I was filled with four fingers. I pushed hard and used my other hand to rub my clit. This time I kept my eyes focused on the two boys occupied in their taboo act.

My orgasm took longer, but when it was near I could feel an ecstasy riveting throughout my body. It started in my groin and went into my stomach. I tightened the muscles and stretched my legs apart and in the air. My hand drove home, deep into my aching honey pot and I pinched my clit with the other. Then it came. I shook and moaned. It was amazing as the pleasures of my flesh caressed my body. Finally I gasped in exhaustion as my body relaxed.

I looked out the window but the boys had disappeared. The light was out and I assumed they had satisfied each other while watching me. I felt guilt riddle my senses and had difficulty falling asleep. I awoke the next day and immediately reminisced about the events that night.

I gathered my toiletries and slowly opened my door. I looked along the hallway and saw no one. Ordinarily I would never risk exposing myself, but I was feeling quite excited and ran from my room down the hall toward the bathroom, without any covering at all.

Just as I was about to enter I was shocked when I came face to face with the woman who owned the house. She too was stunned and as she stared at my nakedness. I realised how embarrassed I was and apologised, as I slipped past her into the privacy of the bathroom.

The event caused me to become even more excited and I masturbated while I sat on the toilet. I quickly showered and wrapped a towel around me, as I did not want to encounter the woman again. I opened the door and peeked out. The coast was clear and I made my way safely to my room. I contemplated skipping breakfast, as I did not want to face the owner, but I knew I would have to regardless, so I though I may as well eat.

I dressed and made my way to the kitchen. As I entered I was greeted by the woman who showed me to my seat. I had just begun a wonderful, hot breakfast when a boy entered the dining room. He smiled at me, as the woman introduced him as her son. I gulped when I realised he was one of the two boys who watched me last night. He smiled and greeted me and sat to enjoy his breakfast.

I slowly continued to eat but was extremely embarrassed. He appeared as If nothing had happened and I was glad when his mother suggested he bring my bags to the car. I followed him to my room and when he entered to take my travel bag he stared at the bed and out the window. I was embarrassed but he smiled.

As we reached my car and he held the door for me he smiled again. “Thank you for sharing,” he simply said. I drove off reliving all the events of my stay. It is something I will never forget.

DOING THE SEVEN SEAS

I have recently returned from a cruise along the Danube and I must tell you that Prague is an amazing city. I was there only a few minutes and walking to the main square, when two men approached me ad asked if I was interested in performing sex with them.

I guess I look like the hooker that I am, but I was taken back and it took me a minute to respond. I asked them what they were interested in and smiled when they said whatever I was prepared to do for $100

I explained that I could give them the time of day for that and that I normally get $500 an hour unless they want the real kinky stuff. They were shocked, but said that they would pay me if they thought I was worth it. Well I explained that they WOULD pay me and I Would be worth it. They laughed but agreed and off we went.

They took me to a small apartment above a series of shops and when we arrived upstairs I asked for the money. They asked what I would do for it and I said anything except kids, animals and brutal torture. I smiled and said “That would cost more.”

They laughed and took out money, which they gave me. I asked what they wanted and they said as much as I could do so I began by undoing my blouse. I was wearing the black short skirt, which shows off my legs so I raised it a bit and asked if they approved. They did and as they sat I unrolled my stockings to expose my fleshy legs.


They stared and drooled when I took my dress off and stood there in panties and a bra. I slowly removed them and held my arms out as I stood totally nude in front of them. As they watched I began to rub my breasts and pinch my nipples. They were enjoying themselves so I walked over, knelt down and unzipped their trousers.

A moment later I had two cocks in my hand and I began to masturbate them both at the same time. They started groping and fondling me and it wasn’t long before my head went down over their cocks. I sucked them hard and soft and could taste the pre-cum in my mouth.

They asked if they could fuck me and I said “Isn’t that what you are paying me for?” We laughed and they wanted to know what position I wanted first. I told one to lie down and I watched as his penis stood straight in the air. I straddled him and lowered myself onto it. Slowly I allowed his cock to slide deep into my pussy.

When he was all the way in I told the other guy to mount me from the back and put his cock into my bum hole. He looked and smiled and slowly he did.

It hurt like hell as he was quite large, but I took it as a good girl should. They began to pump me. The condoms hurt as they slid back and forth but it did not take long for me to lubricate them with my own juices

Both men were fucking me hard now and I could tell they were close to cumming. The first began to pulsate in my pussy and suddenly he erupted. I felt the condom fill with hot cum deep inside my cunt.

The second came a moment later and exploded in my ass. I though the was going to rip me open and was glad when he finally calmed down.

They both pulled out and relaxed on the couch. I knelt between them and rolled the condoms off their sweaty cocks. I took turns licking the cum off their limp cocks and one of the guys became hard again. I continued to suck him and masturbate his rigid tool and he began to shake.
Suddenly, without warning, he erupted in my mouth and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat. He shook violently and his hand was squeezing one of my breasts. It hurt a great deal, but I know men need to feel that pleasure brought on by giving pain. Finally he slumped, totally exhausted. We cleaned up and I left. I returned to the cruise ship and went right to my cabin. I showered and masturbated and took a long bath. Then I went off to dinner to see who else I could meet.

A PART TIME CAREER

Having been a widow for just over 30 years ad trying to raise a son, there were time when life was not exactly a bowl of cherries. My husband passed away in an airplane crash and as any young, married woman I was left in a financial depression.

I was working as a nurse in a small, one doctor, physiotherapy clinic and although the money was OK t was not great. I remember wondering how I was going to make ends meet and one day a patient came in with a severe sciatic nerve problem. My job was ultrasound and massage so routinely I did as I was supposed to.

The patient was in his fifties and quite attractive. I asked him to lie on the table face down and began o massage his upper leg through the medical gown we had given him to wear. A moment later my intercom buzzed.

It was my doctor explaining that he had been called to emergency. As this was the last patient he said he would not be back. I should mention that in the mornings I book appointments and do the billing as my doctor only works in the afternoon. This has been the case for the 29 years that I have been there.

I returned to the patient and continued my massage. I asked hi to turn over and lay on his back while I applied the ultrasound to the side of his thigh. After coating his skin in antiseptic gel I worked the machine against the tender area. I have always been very careful to move clothing so as not to expose areas that should remain hidden.

This time, however, I for some reason the robe moved too far and I was suddenly staring at the patient’s penis. I was slightly shocked as his member was erect and stood at attention pointing at least eight inches in the air.

I apologised to the patient and tried to cover him up, but in so doing I accidentally brushed against it. I heard him moan slightly and again I apologised.

No need,” he said. “That felt nice. I assume it is part of the treatment.” The man smiled, which put me slightly at ease. He stared into my eyes. “I’m serous,” he said. “I will gladly pay extra.”

I was shocked and didn’t know where o turn. I stammered and blushed and fidgeted with the ultrasound wand. Again he spoke. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just that I find you attractive and thought you might want some extra money.

One part of me was offended while the other was flattered. The money concept did cross my mind and the thought of prostituting myself was quite exciting. When my husband was still alive we had often role played scenarios where I was a whore and he pad me for sex. I found it to be quite a turn on.

I returned my gaze o the patient’s penis, which still stared at me I its erect position and slowly moved my hand to the base. I rubbed along the skin around his testicles and assumed I was doing it right when I heard him moan. I looked up and he had closed his eyes. I slowly moved my fingers to his balls and rubbed them gently.

My hand continued to explore the region and I shivered slightly when I thought about grabbing him hard. Slowly I moved my fingers along the shaft and pulled back the uncircumcised skin to expose the shiny, purple head. Again there was a moan and I slowly moved my fingers up again.

I continued this action speeding up with each motion. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed harder. I knew he was enjoying himself by his movements and I thought he was close to reaching an orgasm.

“Suck me off,” he said, as he stared into my eyes. I had certainly performed oral on my husband, as well as several guys before I was married, but it had been at least a dozen years since I had done it to a stranger. Something inside me, however, told me to proceed and I did.

I lowered my head until my lips were millimeters from the purple head. I could smell the semen as it leaked from the tiny hole in his cock. I parted my lips and pushed my tongue forward coming in contact with the head. I tasted the pre-cm and liked it.

I have never had a problem with the taste of semen. Most of my friends are squeamish about swallowing but I find it enjoyable. I also like the thought of being in complete control.

I lowered my head and felt his juicy cock slide between my lips, deep into my mouth. I pumped up and down and tasted his cum droplets as they mixed with my saliva. I was startled when I felt his hand slide up my leg and as l leaned over my patient’s naked groin region.

My first instinct was to stop, but I knew he needed to feel me, besides, I found the sensation quite enjoyable.

I spread y legs a little and gave his hands the opportunity to wander. He moved up and finally came in contact with my womanhood. I was wet and his touch was good. Without lifting my mouth from around his cock I reached down and pushed both my pantyhose and my panties down my legs.

His hand slid between my thighs and a moment later his finger found my love hole. I squirmed as he penetrated my most private area and found myself sucking him harder. It wasn’t long until I felt his cock stiffen like a steel rod. His stomach muscles tightened and suddenly I felt his sperm shoot hard against the roof of my mouth.

I continued sucking, swallowing as he came. It must have been a long time since his last release, because there was a great deal of cum in his penis. I waited until he relaxed and slowly slid my lips away from his pulsating shaft.

He smiled, as did I and I reached for a Kleenex to dab at the few drops, which still flowed. “You are wonderful,” he said. “I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

I smiled back. “How is your Sciatic?” I asked, with a grin on my face.

“Better than ever, he replied.

“I will leave you to get dressed and will see you in the waiting room.” I left him and returned to my desk in the reception area. I waited and thought about what I had just done. Strangely I did not feel guilty or ashamed, but quite adventurous.

The patient came out and handed me several bills. “Can I schedule my next appointment?” he asked? I looked at my book and we agreed on a date. “Will the doctor be out again?” he asked. I smiled and changed his appointment to a morning, knowing that I was always alone in the office.

I looked at the money and was shocked to see $100. Remember this was twenty-five years ago. As soon as he left I removed my stockings and panties and satisfied an urge which was consuming me. I came immediately, but needed more. I continued to finger myself until a second orgasm approached. I shook and cramped and came violently. It was one of the best orgasms I can remember.

Over the next few weeks I discreetly hinted at other patients and was surprised by the number of positive recipients. Over the past 25 years I have grown a business where I offer ‘special’ services to patients during the off hours in our office. I have made thousands of dollars and my life has been good.

I am grateful to that first patient who gave me the opportunity to explore a side of life that I would otherwise never have found. And yes, I still see him from time to time. He is now 79 and still maintains that I give the best blow jobs he has ever had.