Frivolous sex story: The boner holder in the peep show

With the feet

I like to think of the evenings of our first erotic encounters with girls as
Young people, two years back before our final school exams. The female part of the society usually made the greatest effort to attract the attention of the boys.

A slim brunette from the neighborhood, for example, her name was Dania, pulled with preference
high-heeled slippers on, over which she let her shapely legs in anthracite, slightly shiny nylons be seen. From her graceful graceful feet emanated an arousing, for us bewitchingly feminine scent, which ensured that our acorns tingled under the seat of our pants and throbbed against the fabric. Sitting across from one, we could notice how much she enjoyed our embarrassment when she managed to get a package in our pants, because she probably noticed our blushing and laughed heartily in the middle of the conversation about it.

A frivolous sex story by Felix Meier

She noticed, of course, when some of us looked at her from the side, with coy and at the same time greedy looks, how she bobbed her legs, smiling frivolously and spiritedly as well as warmly at us.

Mules were not just shoes for me, but a fetish

Of course, it was much more interesting and tingling to sit directly opposite her, because after a fair amount of time playing board games and discussing things, she lapped the seam on one of her conversation partner’s pant legs with her toe, which she usually pulled out of an exciting-looking mule, and rubbed his shin with her big toe. At the same time, her foot gave off an incredibly sweet scent that made us sweat. So she ran her big toe down our leg and then rubbed our toes and feet with it, bright red in the face and full of pleasure anyway, while we squirmed on the chair, because no one was allowed to see the bulge in our codpiece, that would have been of fatal embarrassment.

But so it happened in secret under the table and we loved it when the velvety nylon over her toes touched our feet and legs, usually carelessly stockinged with ordinary sports socks. Pleasant shivers of a still barely tested pleasure chased through our backs and she loved to make us embarrassed.

Of course, we tried vice versa also to touch her legs and feet and in fact she sometimes winced and let it happen, because she noticed what effect her scents and her appearance had on us and that we could hardly restrain ourselves from somehow and be it just about the feet to come into direct contact with her. How much semen may have been spilled in the evening in our beds, after we imagined Dania yes constantly in striptease or sex and had to jerk off intensively to it?

In Upper Bavarian dialect, the rite of juvenile touching under the table is called “Fußeln,” by the way, and the erotic preference for feet and shoes surely has one of its causes in it; the same probably applies to mutual masturbation.

Derailed session

It was our first field assignment as fashion photographers for a fashion magazine that was supposed to appeal mainly to young people and we, me as a cameraman and my two professionally experienced lighting assistants, were excited to see what and who was waiting for us in the house on the outer edge of town. After getting off the subway, we first had to navigate to find the right street in the nested residential areas. After a monotonous long walk, almost out of the suburbs, we came across Mata Hari Street and with quick steps, fearing to be late, we reached the house No. 17. After ringing the bell, we waited a minute or two and a slim attractive brown-haired woman in her mid-thirties with a mysterious smile opened the door to us and stood in front of us in a tight-fitting, very select-looking dress.

“Good afternoon, you are Mr. …?” she asked and I added “…. Schelsky, Martin Schelsky. These are my lighting assistants, Ron Freitag and Ludwig Brenner …”

“Have you just joined the agency?” she asked me personally, a little curious. “Otherwise, I was always sent rather older gentlemen who perhaps still had three or four professional years ahead of them, once a very young woman whose eyes were permanently shining when we tried on K.L.’s new collection. Why were you chosen for the appointment today?” she wanted to know.

Full of secret admiration I eyed the pretty grace

I was a bit taken aback that she seemed to be so interested, since I was just an employee fulfilling my professional obligation.

“Well,” I said, “I was sent to gain further experience, because I hadn’t been ordered to an outside appointment yet.” She laughed out, probably at my somewhat clumsy and formal statement, and let her flashing teeth show. She was very attractive, at the same time of warm and winning nature, at least that’s how she appeared to me.

“So, let’s get started,” she took the initiative, but didn’t forget to ask if I wanted tea or coffee. “Coffee with pleasure” I answered and already unpacked tripod and camera, Ron and Ludwig the further equipment.

“Take it easy,” she said, “we do have all afternoon and it’s not inviting outside in this dreary November weather …”

I looked at her left leg from the side, full of secret admiration, which the expanded slit of the dress showed almost in its entire length. She smiled, had noticed by my blushing that I was paying such attention to her.

“You seem sensitive to a woman’s charms,” she said as if en passant, yet with an undertone of insinuating irony in her voice.

“Setting number one, how do you want me to sit on the bar stool, sideways with my leg folded over?”

“No, if I may, Mrs. de Vries, it looks better if you first stand sideways and put your right leg forward. Like this, yes …” My two companions, who were setting up the lights and the aperture, nodded and were quite eager to get on with the job.

Red as a tomato became not only my assistant, but also me

She didn’t look at all like a mannequin posing for a fashion magazine; her movements and habitus were too exposed for that, indeed, she looked like a starlet from an erotic film.

Her bosom behind the tight-fitting dress was heaving as she got more and more into the mood during the upcoming pictures, gladly putting her foot, which was clad in an extremely sexy looking mule shoe, forward and almost lasciviously bobbing up and down on her big toe while posing on the bar stool as well. For a moment I thought I perceived the scent of her feet, which had surely been bathed in a selected soap shortly before. The sight of the movements of her foot caused my fly to bulge and I in turn suddenly blushed, the same happened to my lighting assistants. She acknowledged this with a boisterous laugh: “You’re suddenly as red as a tomato. What is it about me that you like so much that makes me dangle my shoe? I do that more often in the cafe and admittedly, I like it when men sitting nearby suddenly get nervous just because they see my bare foot, because I don’t like to wear pants or pantyhose, not even in winter, and get embarrassed, all confused, like you are now, hihi …”

“So, moving on, could you turn to face the camera again from behind and head slightly to the left? Thank you, yes, that’s good …” I tried to bridge the almost eerie pause that had arisen between us.

I found myself staring almost greedily and as if lost at her bare heels and ankles on that wonderfully slender foot.

“Well, enough dreaming?” she asked, grinning. I stammered something to myself. “If you want to dream, and perhaps would be willing to do a well-paying extra job for the Leg Show magazine I was on the phone with yesterday, I could get a little breezier, that is, change just like I did at the beach, if you don’t mind. It’s pretty warm in here now thanks to the underfloor heating.”

We all stared at her breasts with dark red nipples

Embarrassed, I tried to hide my excitement thanks to her sight and words with my left leg tucked in.

“Actually …” I stammered, “I am, we came here just for my agency …”

“And inauthentic? Come on, there’s a three figure sum in it for you three” almost urged her to go ahead and take her picture in less fabric.
She took off her dress from below and an expansive bosom was revealed, because she had actually not put on a halter for the session! We were just speechless, the mouth was open to all three of us and we stared at her breasts with the dark red nipples and I almost forgot to press the shutter release, but she did not notice, because she had pulled the dress only half over her head and was waiting for my shot.

As if involuntarily, I pressed the shutter three or four times in quick succession, as if to photograph her exposed bosom from as many perspectives as possible.

She was now standing in front of me, dressed only in a short black petticoat and the kicking up mules on her feet. So she had also renounced a slip for the fashion shots, but the pictures had been originally intended only for our fashion magazine!

My pulse raced at the sight and I lost control of myself. “Now kneel on the floor, sideways to the camera like this,” I asked her. “And turn sideways to me, that’s it. Now stretch your upper body forward, please laugh, and at the same time stretch your buttocks backward.”

She complied with all my requests, even when she was stretching and stretching on all fours on the sofa. My imagination ran away with me and I let the beauty take all imaginable positions that excite heterosexual voyeurs after buying completely different magazines.

She just called my limb “candy cane” – how cute

I actually thought I was dreaming and kept pinching my crotch embarrassedly while taking pictures; the other two had crouched behind a sofa in the room and you could see from their shoulders jerking up and down that they already had a hidden hand on themselves from excitement.

When I took up the Splitternackte up to the shoes from above, she smiled mischievously at me from below and her nipples stood stiffly off. How I would have loved to take her in my hand and massage her!

“If you want,” she said in a warm and wicked voice, “you can open your slit and show me your candy cane, which I’m sure you’re working on, hihi, when you’re home alone at night …”

I could hardly believe what she was saying and followed her almost mechanically.
When I took my member, which literally jumped out of the open fly, in my hand and thereby examined her figure from top to bottom almost as if absorbed in a meditation, I squinted my eyes with pleasure.

She laughed at my shame at showing myself masturbating so openly to her and gave me instructions on how to touch myself. It was obviously an exciting game for them. “Pluck your red glans a bit,” she oozed at me, amused at how I complied with her request. “And you two others, come forward behind the sofa and let’s see what you’re holding,” she ordered firmly, giggling as she saw them both trying to hide their boners from her.

“Uh wow, they’re nice and big now, your limbs you three, like exotic flowers in the jungle growing unchecked” she said appreciatively and jokingly. We sat down, still completely stunned, and nervous with excitement, on the sofa and just gawked at her ….

“Yaa, that tickles, hmm, now when you fully embrace him again, your trunk and foreskin up and down, what??? Go for it, yay!”

She bobbed the mule on her left foot again, pointing directly at our stiff cocks, which we were now jerking violently, driven by the comments of the vulgar and lustily laughing Mrs. van Vries.

From the shoes we were very aroused when we squirted

At some point I could no longer hold back my semen from lust for her hot curves, which she presented to me lasciviously. I went very close to her, my pelvis pushed backwards while masturbating violently and the orgasm jolted through me. The other two bent over almost simultaneously and shot their juices. My cum splattered on the marbled smooth floor and almost hit my model’s finely manicured toes, which she instinctively pulled back as I began to discharge.

“Well, gentlemen voyeurs” she laughed. “Your eyes were as big as wagon wheels and the way you glared at me! Have already noticed that all three of you so excited my shoes, but that’s good … The pictures of me in all sorts of stretches and stretching sure turned out well, as passionate as you photographed me. But here’s a mop, please first clean the floor in real teamwork with sharp means, please, then show me the footage, jaaa??”

Blassy

One of my students in the institute where I was teaching came to meet me on the way home one day. She had come from Kenya and called herself Blassy and was a pleasant full-figured appearance. At one point in the past few days of classes, she had looked at me with irritation when I caught myself looking over and over at her shapely shoes peeking out from under the table where she sat. She must have noticed how I blushed the third time, which caused her to smile slightly indignantly.

When she asked me if I might have a moment to join her for a cup of tea, I could hardly find a reason why I shouldn’t and agreed. She was happy to show me her neat little one-room apartment with kitchenette. On the walls hung colorful carpets, which she had probably brought from her homeland. She prepared the tea, which she brought to the table in front of her sofa, where I took a seat. She asked me, as if casually during the conversation, which was about expanding her expertise in my teaching, if I could take good pictures with the cell phone camera and if the pictures had good resolution.

As she did so, she slid around in her chair a bit embarrassedly and it took a while before she could continue speaking. “To supplement my meager income a bit, I was, uh, thinking about having fashionable photos taken of me to resell to an agency or something. What do you think about that, and I wonder if you could help me with that?” I was puzzled: fashionable photos? Then she suddenly grinned all over her face and said, “Well, you know, maybe, I mean ones with more skin on them, a little bit anyway…” I blushed, because she probably meant more revealing pictures.

This hot woman just wanted to try everything on the spot

“Can we try this out?” she asked me straightforwardly. It had seemed to me right away that she had not invited me simply for the sake of conversation over tea.

Then she went to a low cupboard in the corner of the room and took out a pair of bright green shoes open at the back with studs on the sides, which surely had to look very attractive on her, and pulled them over her bare feet. Then she knelt on a fur-covered stool she had moved to the center of the room. I was embarrassed and at a loss for words … “So you agree? But please without flash, the light of the ceiling lamp is probably sufficient, or do you disagree? Please close the curtains so that we do not have any uninvited guests … ” I did as she asked and stammered something unintelligible, but she only smiled at my uncertain behavior.

She moved her upper body, clad in a yellow T-shirt, forward, stretched her lower legs upward and lifted them a little, dangling the green Mule from one foot. This position looked incredibly exciting that I almost lost my composure and slid back and forth on the sofa. I took a few photos with my phone, then she squatted down on her knees. “Like this?” she asked as she again pushed her expansive breasts forward. “Why are you suddenly so red, Mr. V….?” she asked insinuatingly, chuckling. “Hmm, well, you are already very attractive so …” I brought out with effort and had to swallow.

She pointed her finger in the direction of my pants. “You’ve got a thick swelling there, though,” she said with a grin, “is that a hernia or something else?” “No, no, everything’s fine,” I tried to deny that my erection under the fly was responsible.

She obviously knew exactly which positions she had to take further as if she herself were the scriptwriter of her picture series and stretched both legs forward now, on the left one she again let her shoe swing so that I could well catch the bright underside of her foot in the eye. “What are you staring at my feet like that for?” she asked with a smug tone in her voice. “I noticed that in your classes, that you were always looking there.” I was about to utter something like an apology, but she put her finger to her mouth and said dryly, “Yessss, there are men who prefer to see us women in sexy shoes… That means here for us, I’m leaving my t-shirt on, because apparently my legs, feet, and shoes are already appealing enough for you, hmmm??” I just nodded shamefacedly and let myself be carried away by the positions you took in succession.

I jerked my strap with relish, pulled the foreskin back tightly

“I can see how excited you are,” she giggled, making a sign to me with both hands that was obviously meant to show the unzipping of a zipper. “You understand?” Then she laughed and described an up and down movement in the air with her hands.

I swallowed, my mouth completely dry, pulled the clasp and pulled my already completely stiffened member out of the slit of my pants. “That’s it,” she smiled, “show me what you can do with your stiff stick, but while you please keep clicking with your free right hand, hihi, so I can get my picture series …” Without taking my eyes off her upper body and feet in sexy shoes, I pulled the foreskin of my member tightly and slowly back with my left hand until I got into a rhythm that made me sigh with pleasure. Blassy grinned continuously, praised the appearance of my boner and eyed me while I jerked off in steady movements at her forms and figure, in the meantime activating the shutter of my camera.

“Jaaa, nice with her hand up and down on her penis!” she urged me on and I followed her instructions involuntarily. “Well, since it’s you, you may now see my breasts,” she remarked as dryly as she did somewhat condescendingly, brushing her T-shirt off her torso. Her plump breasts with stiff nipples and brown atrium slapped on her bare skin and I masturbated violently to it further . “It looks wonderful how you satisfy yourself, Mr. V…., but please don’t get the idea of trying to massage me, Do yourself some good” she taunted and smiled patiently at that.

When I noticed how my semen welled up from my testicles, I moaned loudly and paid her an obscene compliment, then the sperm shot out of my stiff member and wetted the living room table of my student in front of me. I moaned loudly as the flash of my orgasm hit me. “Well, have you completely satisfied yourself?” she asked coolly, putting her T-shirt back on after the last photo was taken of her bare chest.

“Couldn’t we do your cohabitation again?” she teased me in a lascivious whispering voice and I just nodded while hastily cleaning the table with Blassy’s kitchen towels and her dishwashing liquid … “Let me see the pictures, Mr. V…. Oh, they turned out great. Will you please send them to my account???”

My new boss cares about my erotic workload

Even at the interview, the blonde branch manager Anna Z., who would perhaps soon become my boss, must have noticed how I eyed her face, which seemed even more attractive to me through the slightly larger glasses. Fortunately, their goodwill towards my application continued and, contrary to my expectations, I received the new job.

Her friendly smile from the first meeting returned on the first day of my employment at the new workplace. At the end of the week, on Friday afternoon, she called me over and asked me, since I had now moved into an apartment on my own to fulfill my professional obligation, would I be satisfied. She looked expectantly into my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and must have looked a bit resigned to her.

“Come with me …” she said in a soft whisper, blushing a little.

In the social room, she lowered the blinds a bit, sat down on one of the tables, and dangled her legs in embarrassment. On her bare feet, because it was the middle of summer, she wore beige clogs decorated with side studs. She noticed me eyeing her and said, “So, Mr. P. …, it’s the weekend and I feel very free from all the office work. I would like to get some air. Would you like to maybe watch me do that?” And she blushed even more …

I thought in amazement: is she an exhibitionist? But perhaps a certain feeling had overwhelmed her only that afternoon and because of the many activities during the week.

Her feminine curves came out well and my pants became tighter

In fact, she now began unbuttoning her blouse and directed me to a chair to sit across from her. Her legs looked very slim and slender underneath her white miniskirt and in the shoes open at the back with a slight heel that showed her shapely bare heels. Then she got up on the table, swayed her hips like she was at a table dance performance, and dropped her blouse. Under her top there were hints of not so big but firm breasts, which she really exposed before my eyes by unhooking the strap at the back and letting the holder slide down slowly, looking me provocatively in the eyes.

She looked really attractive in this half-naked appearance and moved in a way that showed off her curves wonderfully. Behind the flies I was already getting tighter, because she had excited me so much that I had gotten a powerful swelling underneath. She instructed me to stand up and stand wide-legged at a measured distance in front of the table: “Come on, no false shame… Nobody sees us here and the secretary has already gone home …”

She jumped off the table briefly, her beautiful bosom jiggling, and apparently retrieved from her office a pair of pointy-heeled mules that she must have kept in her closet as spare shoes. She got back on the table and set it down. Then she pointed to the upper part of my pants with a smile: “Don’t you want to show me what you’re hiding under your slit there?” she said, wisping insinuatingly.

There was no stopping me, so excited was I in this situation and quickly took my stiff member out of my pants.

“Oh, how gloriously large your manhood has grown already,” she acknowledged my penis rising steeply before her. I was all shook up and must have been crimson in the face.

“And now I want you to start jerking your member for me, nice and slow, so you don’t spill your seed prematurely, because I have more in store …”

I did as she told me and had to moan softly with pleasure at the sight of her slim body in miniskirt and clogs, while I began to masturbate with my left hand and slowly worked a little faster, but in steady strokes further my still growing erection.

“It looks exciting the way you’re doing it,” she moaned softly. “You must know, it is my secret passion to watch men masturbate right in front of me.” She joked with a giggle, “And you are my employee and must comply with my wishes …”

As I stared at her, slowly beginning to gasp with excitement, she slid back down from the table and stood sideways next to me, one of the mules in her hand. With the nail side of her thumb, she slowly and gleefully stroked the vestibule of my glans from all sides, without otherwise touching my stiff penis standing in front of her and already reddened from the violent jerking. This touch made him grow bigger again and she was visibly pleased: “Mr. P. …, your member has become a giant now, wow, and it sticks out of your pants like a big crooked banana, haha!”

“I recognize in you the experienced manual laborer … after all, it’s much nicer than anything else,” she added, chuckling in a voice that was as slightly contemptuous as it was appreciative, before pulling the Mule over my member. My penis was now in the shoe erected parallel to my belly. With gentle movements, greedily looking at my erection, she pulled the mule out of the shoe bed and back in, again and again. The drive through under the instep provided a wonderful tickling sensation on my foreskin and glans and my head fell into the neck. I began to hum with pleasure, humming and watching her shoe work on my member.

Finally, I felt the semen whisking up from my testicles and my pelvis jerked back. “Aah, I need to squirt!” I exclaimed. She laughed heartily as my cum shot from my glans under the instep of the shoe and wetted the table and floor.

“Don’t worry,” my boss said, “I’ll take care of cleaning up personally. But if you wish, we can repeat this pleasant procedure next Friday, Mr. P. … Did you like it?”
I just nodded while she got dressed again. Everything was back to the way it was before, after she actually got a wet floor towel from the bathroom and wiped away my semen.

“See you next week!” she said with a wink and disappeared from the company’s premises.

This is the fourth time we’ve enjoyed our fun after-work activity and no one had to experience it. Perhaps treacherous for the other colleagues was sometimes her blushing when she looked at me during joint sessions …

A new but familiar colleague

I had already noticed her when I first saw her: Janine had long blond hair, but dark brown beady eyes and a pretty, narrow and at the same time striking face and cheerful smile on her lips. She had worked for us years ago and had now rejoined the team.

One day, she slipped me a note that said, “You’re invited to my debut on 11.5. Look forward to seeing you … At 5:30 p.m. in my office.” What I did not know yet: She had informed exclusively male colleagues, Promptly we appeared to seven at the scheduled appointment in her room and were not surprised badly that no female guests were there. We placed our culinary gifts on one of the desks and congratulated her once again on her new old job.

Janine was really seductively dressed that day. She wore mini skirt, bright orange t-shirt and black mules on her bare feet. She smiled at us and shook her hair.

“Well, are you guys in a good mood? The cleaning team has already said goodbye, so we are all by ourselves this afternoon. “We were puzzled: Why did she attach importance to it?

“Surely you like to see woman make it a little breezier?” she asked us provocatively. She lowered the awnings on one side of the room, which faced the apartment buildings, and sat down on the small end table in front of her desk. The long legs of the mid-thirties woman had an almost magical effect on us, who were still holding onto our champagne glasses in embarrassment.

“Why are you staring at my feet and legs like that?” she asked, seemingly indignant.
We didn’t know the answer, instead she had one: she turned on her radio, a rhythmically concise dub number sounded. She suddenly knelt backwards on the table, pulled up her miniskirt and wiggled her butt at us before slowly starting to undress in front of all of us while remaining in a squatting position. She laughed continuously into our eyes and looked challengingly into the round. When she stripped her T-shirt to the back. her strapless firm breasts fell slapping down on her slim, smooth and in the pale remaining sunlight shining naked upper body. Janine now wore only the miniskirt and the exciting heels open at the back. She wiggled her breasts and laughed in our faces.

“Well, what do you guys think? You’ve already got some pretty good dents under your fly. Can I see what that is?” she chortled. Franz, who was standing next to her, was the first to take out his penis, which quickly enlarged and Janine commented with admiration: “Oh, you’ve got a giant hidden in your pants,” she giggled. “And the rest of you?” No one could hold back now. With stiffly towering limbs, we all stood before her.

“Let’s see what you can do with it,” she said in a challenging, goading voice.

One began unreservedly with excitement about her nakedness to jerk off wide-legged in front of her, the rest of us soon fell into the moaning male choir, while Janine examined each of us closely during his masturbation. “It looks really awesome the way you guys are doing it,” she said, whispering. Then she ran her right index finger through the air in a circular motion.

We didn’t need to be told twice, and stood in a tight circle around the table on which Janine knelt, weighing her body up and down. We jerked our cocks hard while she turned curiously as if on a peep show rondell to watch each of the seven of us masturbating closely before she herself pulled her miniskirt down slightly and began rubbing her pantyless cleft with two fingers. She sat, knelt, squatted in a forest of stands stretched and worked in her honor.

Everyone had to moan loudly, so she covered her ears as if in jest, but didn’t stop looking at us closely as we did our handiwork. “When is the first of you wankers going off?” she asked, teasing and teasing us.

Then, after what felt like an eternity of ticklish pleasure, came the first shot, which hit her left breast. She cried out, but more from pleasure than from shock. Gradually, everyone had to pay tribute to her and shot their seed at her. The sperm splashed from six stiffly planed limbs onto her thighs, her bosom, from which it dripped in long strands, onto her face. From behind, a colleague now got rid of his juice, which he sprayed into her hair. She gasped with pleasure during the sperm bath, grasping the heels of her shoes from the squat, because she wanted to bend her naked torso towards us to receive the sperm shots everywhere.
The whole room vibrated and steamed from the sweat of arousal and the juices to which her own was added, further heating the atmosphere. None of us had ever experienced anything so fantastic …

The shoe bouncer

A dark-haired young woman sat on the park bench I passed, dangling her black studded mule from her pretty foot. This looked so exciting that I stood behind a tree nearby to continue watching her do it. She smiled, as if she knew someone was watching her. But she was so engrossed in her newspaper that she must not have seen where I was going. Anyway: I enjoyed the sight.

It was as if she wanted to provoke and irritate all the passing men with her Shoe Dangle, which she did very well, because some of the passers-by blushed and got a bulge in their pants. She even laughed cheekily in one’s face when she noticed his swelling from the side. As if oblivious, I rubbed my left hand through the fabric of my pants pocket. My member had become quite hard and I followed every movement of her beautiful feet in the irresistible sexy mules.

Suddenly she looked to the right and must have discovered my face peering out from behind the tree trunk. She lured me in her direction with a curl of her right index finger. Puzzled, I complied and we had an ordinary everyday conversation at the bench where she was sitting, as usual among strangers.

“What were you doing behind that beech tree?” she wanted to know, putting her newspaper aside.

Suddenly she pulled up her shirt and let me see her bouncing bare breasts

“Well, …”

I didn’t know what to say, but she smirked.

“I suppose you’ve been watching me here? Did you like me that way?”

And she asked me to go with her behind the tree. I was excited again, because her legs stood out very slim and advantageous under the dark miniskirt she wore. When we arrived behind the beech tree, where no one could see us from the path, she suddenly pulled up her shirt and let me see her bouncing bare breasts, because she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her upper body smelled wonderful, like a certain perfume. I turned puter red. She laughed out loud and pointed to my fly, which had a large swelling.

And not enough she also wanted to see my stiff penis and laughed chuckling when I actually exposed it in front of her …

A female hotel guest

On my last vacation to Corsica in June of this year, after a long train ride, I booked myself into one of the hotels in the capital where there was just one room left. So I was lucky and after stowing the luggage in the room, I could really relax and look forward to the next fortnight of excursions and hikes.

I was sitting on the terrace of the hotel bar under a parasol, drinking a coffee, when a mid-thirties woman in a sun hat sauntered by and headed for the street in front of the building. She had brown hair and wore an airy white dress, white sandals clattering over the stone on her feet, open at the back, with shimmering gold studs on the sides. Her heels, lightly tanned by the sun, showed a beautiful curve and immediately caught my attention as she strolled past me and the other guests.

The next morning I saw her in the breakfast room, a few tables away from me. Her right leg dangled over her left, showing a lot of skin under the slitted and slid up skirt. She smiled when she noticed me eyeing her sheepishly, my face must have turned a reddish color. Then she turned to her breakfast egg and a ham roll.

She wore evening costume with dark short skirt and skimpy blouson

About 9 o’clock I went back to my room to gather the equipment for a longer trip to the south of the island. The lady with the white dress strutted in front of me and showed her feet from behind, which she lifted in the sandals clattering over the marble floor and thereby unintentionally let see her slim smooth soles, to which my gaze immediately attached itself. She turned around smiling and again embarrassed me.

Returning late that evening, I showered first and went to the lobby again, feeling the need for company. No one was there except that lady who just put a glass back on the counter. She wore an evening costume with dark short skirt and a skimpy blouson that exposed her belly and exciting dark red mules. As if enchanted by this sight, I stopped in the doorway.

Apparently she hadn’t noticed me, because she looked over to the glass patio doors, through which the moonlight was already filtering in, while a table lamp only sparsely illuminated the room. I stepped back slightly behind the door, because I would have been embarrassed to show myself staring at it like that. In the darkness of the doorway, she probably could not perceive me now.

With light movements she began to caress her right breast

Without meaning to, I stepped on a spot of the wooden floor that creaked slightly. The sound made her turn around and she looked in my direction, but probably couldn’t see anything in the shadows and turned back to the nighttime window panorama. Some cars still passed by the hotel.

She smiled a little mischievously and I feared she might have noticed me after all, because she looked again in the direction of the hall entrance door. She sighed softly, seemingly in the face of her lostness at the bar. I winced as she began to pull down the strap of her blouson on the left side facing me, then the right, and I only caught my breath when she pulled the top all the way down and her strapless plump bosom slapped my torso. Her nipples shimmered dark red in the glow of the full moon. With light movements she began to caress her right breast with two fingers. Her left hand wandered down to the hem of the skirt she was pushing through. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as her hand, without revealing it, must have touched her shame. As if spellbound, I watched the spectacle and under my fly I became hard from the beauty of this view. If only no one discovered me here and also them!

With my right hand I rubbed my abdomen and did not take my eyes off her when she pulled her left hand out from under her skirt again and moaned softly with it stimulating her left nipple. She enjoyed touching herself very much, that much was obvious.

She sat down on one of the bar stools and dangled her right leg over her left, leaving the irresistibly elegant looking Mule dangling from her big toe. Her laments about her breast stimulation grew louder, hoarse, almost moaning loudly.

I rubbed my penis with my left hand, which was already swollen big

I was so aroused that I couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled open my slit. Immediately I let my stiffening member grow into my hand and massaged the shaft upward. My self-touch caused me a wonderful tickling sensation and I stroked up and down my trunk with slow cautious movement. Suddenly she let go of herself for a moment, looked in my direction and squinted her left eye, smiling insinuatingly. I guess she had noticed me after all! Again I took a step further behind the door.

With two fingers of each hand she pinched her nipples together and pushed her breasts forward, over which her long dark red necklace now fell. With a frivolous look she examined me from top to bottom, although she could see me only to a part. She obviously wanted to offer me this spectacle in as much detail as possible and slid her butt backwards a bit on the stool, as if to show me the wonderful curves of her body in all positions. I rubbed my penis with my left hand, which was already swollen big, more violently and could no longer suppress a moan. Again she turned to me with a provocative look and began to circle her nipples and their atria with the palms of her hands, groaning with a gurgle. I now masturbated standing wide-legged at the door and lost all inhibitions. She looked down and up at me and laughed outrageously, which excited me all the more. After what felt like an eternity of lustful contemplation, I shot my juice onto the wooden floor, grunting.

“Well?” was all she said as she walked past me, after putting the blouson back on, to the elevators, “did you like the little demonstration of a real exhibitionist? We’ll see you here again tomorrow. … And take a handkerchief, Mr. Voyeur, and wipe your semen thoroughly from the floor. It can’t stay like this, what will the cleaning staff say tomorrow morning?”

The secretary of my boss

The receptionist at the entrance to the rooms of my new workplace, Sandra T., barely looked up from the papers when I entered. Apparently, numerous administrative activities kept her busy and hardly allowed her to take a breath. I went to lunch at noon and when I returned she looked up from her documents a little more relaxed, probably because the weekend was now not far away.

She was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties and had caught my eye right away when I first saw her, even though the encounter was fleeting. She obviously seemed quite indifferent to me; with routine, even outer office ladies get used to many people coming and going.

In any case, when I returned today, she asked me quite kindly if I had had a good lunch and chewed on a pencil with her mouth open, possibly because she also now had an administrative problem to deal with.

“How are you doing alone in your apartment?” she asked, obviously a little curious after all.

“Come on, we are completely undisturbed now, the boss has gone home”.

I blushed slightly, to which she laughed. “I see,” she commented, “maybe you’re not quite at capacity there so lonely, if you know what I mean …” and she stroked her blouson, behind which a large bosom could be glimpsed. My mouth went dry and I could not find an answer.

“Over time you get routine, you’ve seen that,” she said, adding in a whisper, “So, if you want … You must know, in all these years, because I love above all else to see the most intimate part erected in a man, that exerts on me an irresistible visual attraction … I’ve lost count of the men I’ve laid hands on when they’ve shown it to me,” she smiled and giggled, “Well, I guess you’d be the three hundred and fiftieth … It is the greatest pleasure for me to embrace a hard rod with my fingers. Do you want to feel what I mean?”

In fact, she was now grabbing my fly with her left hand as I stood in front of her. “Come on, we’re completely undisturbed now, the boss has gone home for overtime and I’ve been wanting a bit of a change for a long time. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, Mr. B. …”

Then, with a nimble hand, she pulled open my fly, pulled down my briefs, and my member jumped out at her, enlarging rapidly after she pulled down my blouson before my eyes. She was naked underneath! I had to swallow and gawked at her nipples with the dark atria.

She grinned and surveyed my erection, which continued to swell. “Oh, here’s a nice one,” she laughed, brushing two of her manicured long fingers over the erectile tissue on the back of my member.

Then she grasped the trunk with her other hand, which had long since discarded the pen.

“Wonderful, it’s not the biggest I’ve had in my hand, but it’s rock hard, standing firm and solid … It’s magnificent!” She let go again and examined my stiff penis from all sides.

She showed me her back view, let her ass gyrate in the short skirt

Slowly she let her fingers slide over my shaft so that it straightened up even more and now stuck out of my fly like a big, albeit reddish shimmering cucumber. She giggled, “It looks like my lipstick, only much bigger. WOW!” She stretched the foreskin down at the root and gently pulled it back up. I moaned, because the movements of her hand on my member were wonderful. After what felt like eternities of tickling pleasure thanks to her wonderful massage, she took her hand away and stood a few steps from me in front of the desk.

She showed me her back view, let her butt gyrate in her short skirt and let me see her slim, well-rounded heels in her beautiful white mules …

“Well, how do you like my demonstration?” she asked insinuatingly. “Feel free to let your hand speak and honor me a little for it …. please … You already know what to do …”

I stared at her lustfully, her heaving naked bosom, and involuntarily and as if mechanically, my left hand began to move up and down my penis, rhythmically, faster and faster, the more Ms. T. let me see. At the end she stood only in the miniskirt and the sexy shoes and watched me jerk off.

“Ah, I see, Mr. B. …, you are about to be injected. Let your seed run wild!”

And there my sperm was already pouring into the shaft and shooting out of the glans in long strands that slapped the marbled floor in front of her desk. “Oooh, that’s a lot you’ve accumulated for me thanks to my striptease, wow, Mr. Three Hundred and Fifty-One!”

But since Mrs. T. was only up for variety, which probably meant that she wanted to study different further masculinities, the luck of such an afternoon has unfortunately not been granted to me again so far …

The frustration of the janitor

Lizzy and I went to the laundry room one Saturday to each wash a large basket of clothes we had tucked under our arms. It was summer, we were both lightly dressed, me in a short skirt and blouson, she in shorts and a T-shirt, giggling about the men who got to go out with us yesterday and clattering the heels of our mules we wore on our bare feet down the stairs, chatting eagerly.

We put the laundry, carefully separated by color, in a different way than single men usually do, into different machines that work with a 50-cent coin, and continued our conversation. What we didn’t know to say about our companions yesterday, no one should have overheard us, they would have blushed.

As the wash cycles were running and we continued to make fun of our gallants’ behavior from last night, the janitor, a not particularly attractive man in his late forties in our opinion, suddenly appeared in the laundry room, apparently to repair a water pipe. Since we needed more coins for the next washer and dryer cycles, we stopped him and asked if he could give us change. He was visibly pleased when he was able to help us and continued to devote himself to his day’s work.

The big breasts fell slapping on the belly, the nipples stiffened

With Lizzy I talked about many things, but we always returned to our remarks about our male acquaintances. At one point, the janitor turned to us and smiled sheepishly. When the job was done, he put the tools back in his box, saluted without a word, and left.

The first machine with skirts and pants had already gone through the dryer. We
set up the ironing board located in the laundry room and turned on the iron.
“Did you hear that Mr. Petrovich went up the stairs again?” asked Lizzy casually. “Anyway, let’s talk again about what your beau Lars has already done in his life. Did he tell you where he was last on vacation?” I wanted to know. And so the conversation continued. We were both busily ironing and telling stories when something fell to the floor somewhere in the basement rooms. We paid no further attention to this and concentrated on smoothing our laundry.

As if by chance, Lizzy touched me on the arm and stroked it. “We know little about our men,” she sighed. “Let’s have some fun together …” I returned her touch and she hugged me. With the summer temperatures, we were both in a sensual mood and ready for anything. Involuntarily I took off my T-shirt and my strapless big breasts fell slapping over my belly on my young smooth skin. “Oh, Eva,” Lizzy said, blushing and beginning to circle my nipples with her fingers as we stood like that at the ironing board, almost forgetting to put the iron back in the holder. She now also stripped off her blouson and we rubbed our naked breasts together while moaning. It was as if someone else was still in the room, because we heard a soft draft sound as of human or animal breathing, then a crackling sound.

The long bare legs and slender feet in the shoes open at the back

“Did you hear that, Eva?” asked Lizzy to me. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I said, “nothing should bother us now …” And we continued to caress each other’s skin.

Suddenly Lizzy pointed to the wall at the side. “Do you see the shadow?” she asked me in a whisper. “I think there’s someone …” We both looked now and noticed an up and down movement in the shadow as if from a machine piston. “Is there a pump or something next door?” whispered I, yet a little startled. “Not that I know of, Eva,” Lizzy said, now looking a little fearful as well. Shortly thereafter, we heard a low moan.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t hear Mr. Petrovich going up, my dear?” I whispered again, for a presentiment came to me. “Gee, that’s him … He’s standing in the room next door and he’s all in … hihi …” “Full on with what?” I turned to her, put my fingers together in a ring and described a regular movement with my hand. Then Lizzy was struck by the realization, “Gee, you mean…” and giggling, she put her hand over her mouth. “Yessss, that’s our janitor who’s been secretly watching us from next door all this time and now, seeing our exposed torsos and our long bare legs and slender feet in our open back shoes, he’s jerking off to it!”

We both chuckled and peered cautiously and furtively over to the next room for a moment. In fact, something there performed regular movements as if from an electromechanical pump. But loud breathing could be heard again and again. “Let’s pretend we didn’t notice,” I whispered as softly as I could in her ear as I hugged her again.

“I think he’s a real voyeur,” I said more seriously.

We could hardly contain ourselves from laughing, the breathing from the next room
evolved into a murmur, then a groan. “What do you think we should tell our
jerking janitor a nice peep show that he will remember for a long time, to get horny over it again and again?” I asked her quietly. She nodded, in tears of amusement at the situation. “It’s clear that we please the unmarried man, as young as we are … and the way he looked at us so benevolently earlier,” she chortled. “I think he’s a real voyeur,” I said a little more seriously.
We began to caress each other all over, legs, buttocks and breasts, taking turns laying each other on the ironing board, as if to make love. The masturbating janitor must have been very excited about what he saw, because the shadow cast on the wall from next door now showed faster movement and we heard a barely suppressed murmur and grunt from the next room.

“Well,” Lizzy asked in a suggestive voice into what seemed to be a void, “do you get pleasure from watching us?” “You’re such a pervert, Mr. Petrovich,” I added with put-on indignation in my voice. “Why don’t you come forward and let us see what you’re working on, that’s not a repair, is it? All we can see at the moment is your shadow, which leads us to believe that you’re working on a very specific machine…”

We laughed loudly, and he stepped under the arch of the entrance to the washroom. In fact, he was holding a huge flask and was all sweaty. The pole protruded steeply and large from his overalls, which he had pulled down from the top to his legs.

“Oh wow,” we complimented him. “Come a little closer and let us examine your stiff part. Oooh, it sure is so nice and big from all the intense jerking off, your boner,” we giggled. “Won’t you give us a frank demonstration of how you know how to handle it?”

He just moaned, “Oh, beautiful young ladies!” and eyed our almost completely naked bodies, clad only by the mules, the short skirt and Lizzy’s shorts, from top to bottom and back again, masturbating slowly and obviously full of pleasure and self-forgetfulness before our eyes.

“Don’t hold back and continue to honor our peep show for you peeping toms, Mr. Haumeister, with your hand on your limb!” I urged him with a simulated annoyed tone in my voice.

He stammered some excuse and felt totally caught out

He began to jerk his penis without reserve and violently, which became even larger due to the firm movement. We looked over at him in amazement; his mouth was wide open with showiness, his face was red with exertion, and he was reaching far out to satisfy himself with his legs straddled wide in front of our poses on the ironing board. “Oooah” he moaned at regular intervals as we continued to touch each other tenderly and let out sighs.

“Lick my nipples, Lissy!” I urged my girlfriend, who bent over the board with her breasts outstretched. She gladly accepted my invitation. And turning to Mr. Petrovich I smugly said: “Well, what does your hand speak? As we can see, it works furiously for us nudists…” and added: “You are obviously a very naughty, but very experienced spectator and wanker, Mr. Caretaker,” I teased him further in a raunchy voice, which obviously only excited him all the more.

After a few minutes, he was apparently ready: we heard him grunt loudly, so that it was in the
first floor must still have been perceptible, then he had to spray his semen in a fountain of white juice onto the whitewashed concrete floor at our feet.
“Naaa, Mr. Petrovich, wasn’t that a cool show? How would you like to see us again
but we need to take a break first, don’t we, dear?” I said to Lizzy. “Maybe you, Mr. Peeping Tom, will be lucky enough to find us down here washing and ironing again… Then you’ll know what to work on while you watch us fondle each other, won’t you?” I teased him.
He stammered some excuse, zipped up his overalls again, and trotted off with the toolbox. Now Lizzy and I had one more thing to talk about and we continued to amuse ourselves all morning about the excitability of men and how we could frustrate them further to see them jerk off, because we both loved, as we confessed to each other about everything, to witness male masturbation.

My new neighbors

It was only after I had been in the new place for five days, to which I had to move because of a change of profession
had moved, I learned more by accident, but at some point it was inevitable, my
neighbors who long ago rented an apartment in the attic across the street.
had obtained.

They were a young, free-spirited yet hard-working couple who would hardly pay attention to me, who was certainly several decades older. I met her just as I was about to go into the center of town, while she was coming up the stairs to her apartment. She looked very pretty to me now, tall and slender, quite different from how I had first seen her during a fleeting encounter when her boyfriend accompanied her.

She told me her name, Stine. When I also gave my first name, as if in chummy ingratiation, she seemed a little indignant. Possibly both had heard me moaning once at night through the room walls, when I had just, as it happened now often, my Schäferstündchen differently than the two probably alone with my hand.

My soft, irregular moaning while doing manual labor could be heard

That’s probably why, when I apologetically reopened the floor window I had closed because of a storm the night before, politely asking for her boyfriend’s first name, Mike, she cut the conversation short by wishing me a nice weekend, with a somewhat insinuating and slightly contemptuous smile, because it was quite possible that she had once heard me masturbating in the middle of the night because of the light-hearted apartments when she was home with Mike.

In the process, I cultivated my pleasurable, not infrequently long-lasting masturbation, about which
Photo series with naked ladies in exciting shoes open at the back bent, often in the afternoon and also there they could have heard the rubbing noises and my quiet irregular moaning at my handiwork through the door from my apartment and made a rhyme about what I was working on so intensively.

Once it happened that in the following days they rang my apartment doorbell to ask me for butter they needed for a cake. But I just masturbated again over exciting photos. Hastily, I pulled my pants back up as the bell rang, hoping my pants no longer showed any bulge as I opened the door. Both stood in front of me and grinned. Had they heard something again or had it just been my imagination before that made me think so?

The side riveted white mules immediately caught my attention

They were a little embarrassed, but after a while Mike asked if I might visit them that very evening. His girlfriend Stine, no more than twenty-four years old, blushed when he said she wanted to show us some of her newly learned dancing skills. A little flabbergasted, I agreed, locked up my apartment opposite the couple and followed the two twens.

“We didn’t hear you just once when you were um … rhythmically at it over there, could you please keep it down in the future?!” Stine asked me indignantly, squeezing the back of her dark blonde mop of hair. Mike laughed up and said, “Surely our new neighbor was just having fantasies in his lonely pad, what do you think?”

He then turned to me with a broad grin, “Well, what do you think, should Stine show us something?” I nodded sheepishly, not wanting to let my actually unbridled curiosity show, while my pulse began to race at this announcement, however. I really hoped to catch a glimpse of her young, smooth skin, her beautiful body.

In fact, Stine lolling, stretching and stretching in front of us dancing to stimulating music, with almost frivolous smirk on her face as we sat there facing her. She dropped one garment after the other, wriggled like a skilled belly dancer and captivated us more and more with her exciting, lascivious movements, looking us alternately in the eyes. Soon she was standing there in just her side-riveted white mules, which beautifully highlighted her bare heels and stretched her slender legs even more.

The successes of her art of excitement did not remain unseen in the peepshow

When I looked over at her boyfriend, he had really started to work his boner to her dance. He gasped, “And, neighbor, how about you? No false shame, Stine loves to watch men of any age masturbate. So do her a favor and touch yourself …” Following the example of her boyfriend, I soon also, after pulling the zipper, held my increasingly stiff member in my hand and began to jerk it rhythmically to Stine’s dance. She smiled proudly at the successes of her art of arousal and watched us as we almost simultaneously planed our boners in front of her nakedness and alternately kneaded our acorns with it. The small living room echoed with our murmured and groaned sounds of pleasure as she smiled gleefully at both of our masturbations and urged us to jerk off in sync.

“Wow, you’ve already reached jerk-off perfection, the way you treat your cock sticking straight out of your pants…!” she teased me, while her boyfriend, working hard on himself, sat moaning next to me, staring at her exposed and heaving full breast.

Enraptured by their spectacle, I also masturbated now more violently, had to put myself wide-legged on
Eye level to face her to be able to lunge properly and thus increase the tickling sensation on my penis. My left hand worked the boner faster and faster until it poured out of me and I gasped my semen without taking my eyes off the mules and breasts of the wonderful young woman. She smiled when she noticed the splashes of my sperm on the light parquet floor.

“Careful, don’t slip,” she just chortled, went into the bathroom and, coming back, handed me a rag with which I wiped up my semen.

“Man, did you come on strong when I showed them my special pose in those shoes that otherwise only my boyfriend gets to see!”

“Yes, at the sight of you, every shoe voyeur and that’s you, our neighbor obviously, must lose his juice!” he gushed laughing at his girlfriend, who had already shamefully turned away from his now also hosed boner to get dressed again.

Rattling clogs on bare feet – that was just a dream

She hadn’t stopped comparing and appreciating our masturbation techniques during her show, naming details of our one-handed worship of her nakedness and sometimes giggling as she witnessed the ticklish moments of our limbs erected steeply for the sake of her pleasure. After Mike’s and my herbeionanated shot, she had her fingers kneading and massaging her cleft until she gave up all restraint and let us experience the zenith of her self-touching moaning.

I was asked again and again by the two in the future if I wanted to join in masturbating in front of the really attractive looking and dancing Stine, which I would never have turned down in view of the unprecedented masturbation pleasure to be expected thanks to such a curvaceous young lady who likes to show her nakedness.

Once, when I met her in the stairwell with clattering clogs on her beautiful bare feet, she whispered to me: “You know, Mr. Neighbor, both of us, Mike and I, since we first heard you rubbing and moaning from your apartment, had already guessed that your sexuality is expressed only in watching the striptease of beautiful women and jerking off to it. But I just like watching you masturbate, so you’re welcome back to do it in front of me while you admire my naked curves… whenever Mike and I aren’t busy with ourselves or doing something else. Gladly at any time …

Opposite

I had just moved into the new apartment, when I already had to think about how I, since not all the windows had blinds, could create a privacy that was fair to the conventions, because who wants to sit in the glass house? Sooner or later, stones can be thrown from the outside.

In the evenings during the week, I used the protection from the sun and any possible prying eyes by pulling down the existing external blinds on the large windows. I had just made the somewhat unusual erotic friendship with my neighbors, when another problem became pressing: the windows of the house opposite are not always so secured against too brash glimpses, and even after dusk the light in the rooms there is not turned off, which was quite unpleasant for me when I looked over, because the tables could be turned on me if I were to be accused of spectatorship, you never know.

Hastily, in such cases, I pulled down the blinds and made sure they completely shielded the room, and for good reason: I didn’t want the people across the street to notice the erotic hunger I felt in the days of moving in, and which lasted for a long time. I often stroked myself involuntarily by downloading and looking at photos of naked ladies with their feet in sexy mules, and letting them draw me into one-handed adoration, often several times a day. Of course, I didn’t want to get caught looking out the window across the street.

Nevertheless, it happened once that a bloody young brunette and at the same time blue-eyed lady with half-long hair practicing the violin in front of the window on a Saturday morning, the music stand in front of her, that she looked over once when I was in the kitchen, dressed only in the shorts of my summer pajamas, which, however, stuck out far in front of me, because I had taken a considerably large erection with me when I left the bed from probably pleasant dreams, which I do not remember. Even before showering, I wanted to make myself a coffee that day and so stood almost involuntarily at the stove with a stiff member under loose-fitting pants. I was quite startled, because I had not expected to see anyone at the window opposite at that time, where hardly any other person had ever appeared, probably out of shyness, because I had usually left the blinds open there, without pursuing any intention driven by curiosity.

She actually managed to put me in a kind of shock state

I met her random or a little curious look, who might have moved in there, into my kitchen, whereupon I immediately turned away. Turning, I still saw her, whom I estimated to be twenty-five, blushing heavily. So she had immediately noticed my awning sticking out far.

A week later, I found the same situation again: She was practicing on the other side in what was, as far as I could tell, a late 19th century style room with heavy-blooded portraits of people from the era when I entered the kitchen. She smiled over briefly, embarrassed and with a bit of a sour expression. I didn’t want to indignate her by looking over further and turned to preparing my simple breakfast. This time I had been careful not to leave any bulge visible under my pajamas.

In the afternoon, the young lady discovered me again, probably by chance, when I was cooking dinner, only this time her gaze was long and intense. She looked down at me and tapped her index finger in the direction of my abdomen and held her hand in front of her mouth. What was that supposed to mean? Then she looked around twice, to the left and to the right, probably, whether nobody disturbed her and pulled up her T-shirt in a flash, whereby she showed her two well-rounded medium-sized breasts in front of me directly opposite naked, because she wore no bra underneath!

I was rigid as in a state of shock and in my ears it hummed: I had always wished for something like this as an admirer and one-handed admirer of mules wearing and extremely lightly dressed models in magazines and on the Internet; here now it had become reality: A just grown up girl, secretly, driven by a strong erotic feeling, stripped bare in front of an almost complete stranger like me! She pointed, somewhat anxiously looking around, once again at my fly. That could probably mean nothing other than that she wanted me to expose myself as well. I shook my head, not wanting to take any chances, because what if someone spotted something like that from another window? This would have resulted in a criminal complaint to the police.

I just shook my turkey-red head shamefully and decisively, even as I smiled back and went back to pretending I hadn’t noticed anything noticeable.

Long slender legs in stunning aphrodisiac clogs

It came to a renewed, purely visual encounter, already in the afternoon of the next day. I looked over, there she stood in just a short white skirt with her bare bosom deflated and dangling to the side in front of my eyes, lower in the room near the portrait paintings, and also letting me see her long slender legs, which were in overwhelmingly aphrodisiac clogs. As far as I could see, she had wonderfully slender, perfectly rounded heels, which immediately made my manhood swell, because I was most easily aroused by this sight. She obviously pretended not to notice me, but peeked over from time to time and fixed her gaze on my fly.

She blushed, but made a beckoning with one index finger, at the same time pushing another, apparently suggesting that I go deeper into the apartment at the same time. Then she made a movement with both hands as if she wanted to tear off a calendar page in mid-air, but I immediately understood that I should drop my pants in the hallway. I did, and my freed member immediately swelled so much that it speared out through my panties. Over in the other apartment, she slapped her hand over her mouth and seemed both confused and completely fascinated at the same time. She made an up and down motion with her left hand, which I immediately followed willingly, laying a hand on my stiff penis sticking out of my slit as soon as it popped out and spreading my legs wide. I licked my palm and let my boner, which I rubbed with my left hand, continue to grow. The young woman across from me looked on, completely fascinated, and looked me in the eye again.

Then she gave me to understand in the sign language of the deaf-mutes that I should continue and looked over her shoulder again. Her naked curves pulled me completely into orbit, so that I looked over to see every inch of skin of her, so greedy had my hand, which maltreated my gied, now made me to see as much as possible of the sharpened neighbor, with whom obviously her exhibitionist urge went completely through. She was already kneading her own perineum with her left fist and had her mouth wide open. Then she quickly pulled down her skirt and panties, her firm breasts jiggling wonderfully to behold, which was as sensual as it was arousing to me, as my hand was now working fiercely on my large penis.

Everything was splattered with the sperm of other men

The next Wednesday the game began anew: she showed herself to me half or completely undressed in excitingly skimpy clothes at the window and I laid hands on her as long as it was sure that nobody saw us. At the same time, I let my hips jerk back a bit, as if to banish my erect hard-on to the background for a bit, but I wined it with all my might and uncontrolled, increasingly uninhibited passion. She wriggled like a belly dancer in front of the window, presented all the charms of her body and smiled insinuatingly, pointing her index finger at my abdomen again and again. Then suddenly it shot through my spine, I winced and had to discharge my semen, in long lasting spurts repeated four times. The floor in front of me was full of white cum stains.

She looked over with a satisfied expression and put her T-shirt back on, which she had deliberately taken off earlier. Before she lowered the blinds opposite, only apparently to protect herself from the blazing sun, she clapped her hands as if to give me her applause … for having cum in front of her at a further distance. She obviously enjoyed this ultimately very natural intimate spectacle and subsequently showed herself to me at the window every now and then when the coast was clear, which often seemed to be the case on Friday evenings and Saturday mornings….

She didn’t seem to mind at all that I was clearly older; she herself didn’t give herself the nerve to touch her shame openly in front of me and left this part to me, her male singles neighbor, all alone … Every time the oats stung me under her gaze from over there and I saw her, while the semen shot out of my glans, blushing smile, I felt pleasant warmth on my abdomen and myself momentarily completely freed from the pressure and constraints of everyday life, which I gave her to understand through my looks … Her mischievous smile and her threatening with the index finger from the other side, while I openly jerked off in front of her, the bare-breasted lady on the other side of the window, cheered me on even more … But we never met on the street, because she probably avoided to meet me directly.

Before the turntable

There was a buzzing sound, then the blinds drove down in front of my eyes. I had thrown in a few marks and was curious to see what would happen. A brunette woman in her early thirties probably with shiny medium-length hair, scantily clad in a dark green bikini and dark high-heeled shoes that showed off her bare slender heels, entered the room, in the middle of which was a round fluffy rug. All around the square were about twenty narrow booths with windows centered on the middle of the room.

Other blatantly curious male faces were now visible behind them as well, some licking their lips as they became aware of the girl. She smiled into the round and knelt on the carpet, pushed her upper body forward, looked provocatively at one after the other behind the portholes, including me, with a pleasant tingle running down my back.

With satisfaction she stretched her plump breasts to the voyeurs

Then she began to make circular movements on the front of her brassiere with the index and middle fingers of both hands. The automatically rotating plate continued to turn slowly so that they could look at her from all angles, which she obviously enjoyed very much. She swayed her hips, which she touched with her hands, sliding them up her body. With a frivolous smile, she now opened her holder from behind. Her plump naked breasts she stretched, after the bra had fallen, immediately into the room and mustered the reaction on our faces, which she acknowledged with satisfaction, because everyone behind the windows, including me stared at her now with wide eyes.

My left hand involuntarily had to knead my fly, so aroused was I by the sight, especially of her beautifully curved feet in the irresistibly aphrodisiac shoes. She bobbed her upper body, bobbed her breasts up and down, shook them from left to right, and stretched her whole body across the turntable.

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I saw, opposite in the other booths, that left or right shoulders jerked up and down in regular movements, the faces of the onlookers contorting with pleasure. After a short time, I also could not resist the temptation, took my already hardened member out of my pants and stood wide-legged against the cabin wall, almost pressed my nose against the glass pane with curiosity, to be as close as possible to the rotating, almost completely naked woman in all her poses. In the booths next to me I heard a grunt now and then and after a short while one of the spectators left the booth. I myself worked my stiff penis now from full trains.

She let her mules bob up and down while the guys jerked off to it

Suddenly the girl stood up, grinned all over her face and started walking around very close to the windows of the cabins, looking in and down and giggling behind
off hand.

I wanted to cover my nakedness when she came to my window, but by then it was too late. She had seen what I was doing there, how my hand was busy with my member and threatened me with her index finger under a mischievous and as if conspiratorial look in her eyes, before she moved on to the next window …

Was she really curious to see all the rubbed up cocks in the booths, did the obscene situation turn her on even more? Because now she really gave her best, stretched in all directions, threw her upper body over her knees, straightened it long to present her full breasts and massaged her nipples with narrowed eyes with relish. Now and then she let a Mule swing on her big toe while lying on her back and paid amused attention to the reactions at the windows, such as the astonished and moaning open mouths that indicated to her how enthusiastically her fans in the booths reacted and had to jerk off more violently. At some cabin windows, the blinds were already going down again, indicating that the visitors had been allowed to satisfy themselves completely and had sprayed their semen on the cabin wall.

I was also soon ready, let my pelvis swing back and shot my sperm excited moaning, which ran in long white strands down the wall. At the moment when the one-handed orgasm jolted me, my gaze met with the lolling beauty on the turntable and she once again amusedly threatened with her index finger, because she knew from her hours and weeks of observations of course that I had just experienced my climax.

On this warm early fall evening, the cleaning staff had finished cleaning the
cabins probably a lot to do, because it smelled besides poured semen strictly after the
ammonia cleaning agent … And permanently visitors came and left the Peep Show again with a relaxed look. Because through their charms and gestures, their nakedly presented bodies, the four dedicatedly demonstrating their beauty ladies of the locale made almost every man, by working assiduously on his erection, spill his seed for them in one of the narrow booths to the applause of an ever new tingling show …