The voyeur and the daughter pt. 1 [FF] [Masturbation] [Undressing] [Age gaps]

I had to work away from home a while ago and I couldn’t find a hotel with space. I called an old friend – Mary and her husband – who I hadn’t seen for a long time. They said I could have their spare room.

Their house was a large detached place a short drive from where the job was, and they welcomed me as if it hadn’t been a decade since I had last visited. They were wealthy, comfortable – she in cashmere and silk, he in Levi’s and a white shirt.

We ate in a tastefully lit kitchen, all deep reds and creams. We were just having another glass of wine when I heard the door open and close.

It was Suzi, their daughter.

I blushed, I must have. Only the half-dark saved me. I was married. I had never been with a woman before. But my god. My God. She was beautiful. She was slender and wore tight black jeans and white sneakers. She wore a check shirt that she shrugged off to reveal a ripped t-shirt over mere scraps of a tiny lace bra. Her face was heart shaped and her Sharpie-black short hair was held in a tight bun by a chopstick.

She sat side-saddle on one of the high stools and joined the conversation. She was charming, polite. She made her excuses and her parents looked lovingly at her as she went up to her room. I glanced at the clock.

‘It’s late,’ said Mary. ‘Don’t let us keep you up if you’ve got an early start.’ I thanked them for dinner and meant it and made my way upstairs.

I unpacked my suitcase and put on a pair of cotton shorts and a strappy top and went to brush my teeth. As I came into the corridor I bumped into Suzi.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry!’ I blurted, dropping my makeup bag whose contents tumbled over the rug. My eyes flowed over her. *Oh fuck*. She had changed – she was in a black thong that rose high on her hips and she had on a sleeveless tee in that was tight enough it looked like it was painted on to her.

‘Whoops,’ she said, and giggled. She bent down to pick up a lipstick. I swear my head tilted sideways to follow the bend of her ass. We cleared the stuff up. ‘There are two sinks,’ she said.

It was intense standing next to her. Trying not to stare. Watching her clean off her makeup and brush her teeth and floss as if I wasn’t there at all, with all the confidence of a much younger woman.

‘Night,’ she said, as she left, waving at me with the tips of her fingers.

I was trembling as I lay down. I didn’t know why, or at least at that point wasn’t ready to admit it. The bed was soft and the duvet was pleasantly heavy but I turned over again and again. A line of streetlight came through the gap in the curtains against the far wall. It cast a square shadow against something that I realised was a door. A door between our rooms.

I lay still and listened to my heart beat. I heard something else. A rustle of sheets that wasn’t my own. I inched out of the bed and across the warm carpet to the dividing door. It was open a crack. I put my eye to it.

I could see her whole room. She was lying on a white bed in the middle surrounded by a scattering of underwear, almost as if she had been deciding what kind to wear. She leaned up against the pillows in a small pool of light from a dim side lamp. Her eyes were closed and one of her hands was stroking over her breast. I could see her fingers trace the outline of her nipple.

Without thinking my hand did the same. I moved over my top and then lifted it, feeling my hand against my own skin. I could see her nipples were small and sharp, much smaller than the thick point I squeezed between my finger and thumb.

She shifted and lifted her top to feel herself, and she opened her legs and her fingers stroked over the top of her panties. Her fingers looked long and they moved up and down steadily as she opened her mouth a little and her eyes screwed tighter in pleasure.

I felt a heat behind my cheekbones. This was wrong – but I couldn’t remember feeling this turned on before. My breath had become heavy and I did all I could to keep quiet. I squeezed my breast hard, urgently. My other hand moved to my inner thigh, just inside the loose leg of my shorts, and I stroked the soft skin there.

Suzi moved her shoulders as she touched herself, finding the best position. Then with a graceful lift of her hips she slid her panties down and opened her legs wider. I could see her now, shaven apart from a tiny black triangle of hair on her mound. She spread herself open with one hand and sunk the middle finger of her other hand inside herself. I heard her moan softly. Then saw her bite her lip again as she begin to circle her clit with one hand as she fingered herself with the other.

I moved upwards and found myself soaked. Embarrassingly soaked. I copied her but with one hand, penetrated myself and then touched myself, leaning a shoulder against the door frame as I took my breast hard at the same time, kneading and squeezing as violently as I like my lovers to, but had never done myself.

She was almost entirely on her back now, her head facing me with hair strewn across her pretty face, her eyes shut in pleasure. Her fingers moved faster and I could see her getting close. She bucked her hips. I began to copy her. When she stroked her clit I did. When she put two fingers inside I did. When she breathed I did. I thrust myself into my hand imagining it was hers. Hers. My friend’s daughter. I licked my lips, hypnotised by her lithe body, the line of muscle down her abdomen. She arched, tensed. I tensed too. It was coming. I bit my lip hard to keep silent. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of orgasm. I began to cum. And then her eyes opened too.

I was cumming, hard, trembling into my hand. Our eyes were locked across that room. My fright and panic were rolled over be the intensity of my pleasure. It took me in backflips. But I didn’t look away. Fear. Excitement. Risk. I retreated an inch, further into shadow.

It faded. We both breathed. She stared for a moment longer then rolled over onto her side. I had a view of her back for a second, the curve from shoulder to waist to hip, the little dimples above her ass, the line of her spine, the narrowness of her neck. And then she reached behind her and turned the light out and she was an afterimage, a ghost that faded into the night. I waited. I turned away. I slept deeply.

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