Luke Returns the Peeping Favor

Finally, a day off. Wine, Dodger game, perfect. My mind drifted to Clifford, the accountant. Green eyes, sexy, numbers guy. I fantasized about him. His pants, his lean body… I’d even gone commando at work. Thoughts spiraled: him kissing, touching… I got so worked up.

Then, the door. Luke! Naked, I scrambled. “Oh shit!” I hid, mortified. He knocked. “Heidi? Okay?” “Go away!” “Now you know how I felt,” he said. He’d seen me before.

“I saw you peeking,” he said. “And what you were doing.” Scared, aroused, I waited. He opened the door. “Leave?” he asked. I looked at his bulge. “No.” “Stay?” “Yes.”

He told me to continue. I touched myself, nipples, then lower. He unzipped, stroked. His dick swelled. We matched pace, close. I watched him, then closed my eyes, moaned. He came, a splash on the floor. I lay there, spent.