Voyeurism Nerd Girl Seeks a Show [MF]

Growing up, I never thought I’d develop a kink but then again who plans on having a specific fantasy? They just sort of happen, like “whoops I tripped and now my vagina drips when I’m a voyeur,” which is precisely what happened to me. It started in high school, back when I was not exactly shy but a relatively unnoticed teen. My nondescript hair color and oversized sci fi shirts relegated me to the no-second-glances category by anyone who wasn’t also openly into nerdy shit. My crush was a borderline nerd, who liked Star Wars but also played sports so I convinced myself I had a chance and went to ask him out when I knew he’d be alone.

After school he was always in the ceramic studio until practice started, which was the perfect spot for me to imagine us re-enacting the scene from Ghost. My pulse fluttered as I padded quietly down the long hallway to the art quadrant. Marching band was already outside warming up in the distance, the muffled horns added to the intimate feel of how alone we would be together. Looking back, that tinge of possibly being caught kissing by some random student coming back for their drum plays a bigger part in my fantasies today.

The door was slightly ajar when I took a deep breath to psych myself up and come in, but I heard the scuffle of feet, a light clatter of a cup of pens being knocked over perhaps, and a giggle. Instead of pushing the door open with my hands I brought myself closer to the crack and peered in curiously. Pushed up against the table was my crush, Trevor, covered in clay dust and passionately kissing Renee from math class. Her curls cascaded backwards as she lifted her face up to encourage him to kiss down her neck and the tops of her breasts. My jealousy was only for her cleavage baring top as I slid my own hands up my torso to cup my chest.

As he nuzzled his way back up her collarbone she spread her legs and I could see up her skirt. His hand glided up her thigh and I could see his finger move her underwear to the side and slowly disappear inside. Suddenly my netherregion was thrumming. I should leave. I thought, but my feet were planted.

“What are you doing?” Mr. Larsen’s voice interrupted my reverie with my hand awkwardly on my chest.

“Nothing!” I stiffened and pulled the door shut with a loud bang. Startled gasps inside the room titillated me as I took off running down the hallway, pushing past the art teacher with a sports-worthy fervor. His swearing faintly audible as he opened the door himself and I rounded the corner.

For the rest of the year I blushed whenever I saw Trevor or Renee even though I never found out if they knew it was me who saw them in the act.

Now I am anything but nondescript. I experiment with my hair, always with shades of red, true red like hot burning lust. When I go out hunting, I dress the part for my desires. Usually I let my boobs do a lot of the talking because conversation can interfere with the kink. It is much easier to get a taciturn man to let you watch him fuck another woman if you don’t try to logistic it into small talk.

Tonight I am not hunting per se, more of a scouting mission. I donned my black t-shirt sporting the cover of the latest Andy Weir novel. Still love my sci fi shirts, albeit more form fitting. If you’re a bar fly in any one particular area, people start to recognize you and the targets willing to perform a duet can dry up rather quickly. New playing field is always key, and this place looks promising. The environment is dirty enough to be hipster chic but clean enough that you don’t feel you’ll catch something kneeling on the bathroom floor. The early evening patrons are varying levels of young and attractive but not college age insecurity youthful. Truth be told, I’ve had my best luck with early middle age divorcees, but I’m flexible with my range.

I sit down at the bar and order a whiskey neat. The wood scent fills my nose and I smile into my drink. This feels like a great place to people watch and decide who might be open to a little unusual play based on surface details. A silver tinged man with the biceps of a gym rat might be a good candidate. Another grey suited character looks forlornly at his beer, perhaps coming off a long relationship but might be general ennui. I scan the room for stylish leather jackets because that is a playboy favorite. Does anyone in a mandarin collar cut not want to go someplace else with a lady? No luck tonight on jacket clues.

I’m about to make small talk with the bartender about who the regulars are when the air shifts as a person takes the stool next to me. He garners the attention of the barman first so now I have to wait and see if he leaves for a booth. I eye him with my peripheral, dark hair and great shoes. I’ll fuck a man who wears dirty sneakers but I spend a lot of time spying on men from low angles so I appreciate an artful shoe. He gets his drink, gin with orange twist, turns around and settles for surveying the room. It looks like he might leave but then he sees me and decides to speak.

“Kind of an obscure shirt reference” his tenor is smooth like coffee with cream.

“If you consider a New York Times bestseller obscure” I catch myself responding. Dang it, this inhibits the mission.

“Obscure for this bar then. Not a lot of readers here.”

“Come here a lot, do you?”

“I live in the building above, so yes and no. It’s not where I have my book club.” He smiles and I deign to look at him. Shitsnacks it’s a terrific grin. His dark eyes crinkle like luxury chocolate wrappers when he’s delighted. I did not come here to enjoy the witty repartee of an attractive man, unless he may be negotiated into my particular dance. He seems all wrong for it, too clean, like boy scout tidy. He’s wearing a blazer over a t-shirt though which I can’t remember if it’s so out it’s in again and holy shit it’s a vintage X Files featuring Scully with the best 90s hair. He sees my eyes pop at his chest and remarks, “you like it? I wish I could say I didn’t pay a dumbass amount for this online but my original went the way of the Dodo, if dodos got washed and dried by my mom in high school.”

I chuckle despite my best efforts to control myself and we just sort of dance into a conversation. My eyes drink him in with the same slow enjoyment that my mouth imbibes the whiskey. Before we know it an hour has snapped past us and I’ve completely neglected my mission to find those who will fuck for me and instead I’m finding myself with those same hopeful tinges of desire for one of those repeat business type relationships with this guy. But nice gregarious guys like this never want to have that type of emotional intimacy with a side of voyeurism and guest stars. A frown accompanies a brow wrinkle and he lifts an eyebrow inquisically. “What’s the matter, did my opinion on Alien Nation go a bit too far?”

“No,” I sigh, “It’s not that. I’m having a great time talking to you, and I’m feeling like we both might want to do a little more than talking but…” I look off into the distance to stall, and send the bartender a finger for another round”

“But…?” he leads for me, and I find myself glancing away from his gorgeous eyes down to his wrist, which is both hairy and elegant in a way that speaks of manly poise to me and my downunder bits unexpectedly. I want him.

“I have needs.” I finally manage to blurt out. The bartender sets down another whiskey for me, and my partner picks up his beer with a negotiator’s pause of patience. Here goes nothing. “My kink is that I want to watch you seduce someone else.” He spits out his beer in utter surprise.

“Oh, is that all?” he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and dabs at a spot on the table with a napkin. For a long moment he says nothing, just kind of rolling his tongue around inside his mouth pre-forming some articulate argument designed to either enlighten me about the error of my ways no doubt. Instead he says “How exactly does one go about picking up another woman when he’s obviously so smitten with you?”

“That’s never been the issue before,” I smile in delight. We start to discuss logistics of what I usually do and he listens raptly until I get to the end game.

“There’s no way I’m making you crouch in a dirty bathroom. Why not hide in my closet?” He has no idea that this is the most thoughtful and seductive thing anyone has ever said to me. We form a plan and because it’s only ten in the evening there is still plenty of time for me to point out potentials for him, including a rather ravishing middle-age lady with a push up bra and a blue novelty cocktail with Swedish fish and Nerds as aquarium gravel at the bottom. She is looking for a good time. He and I part ways and I tend to my beverage covertly in a booth until contact is made and I decide her smile is genuinely interested in him. By the rate that those candy fish disappeared I don’t have long to make it upstairs and get situated. I twirl his key around my finger excitedly on my way up the staircase all the way to his door, 42.

I jiggle the key in the lock and walk into an apartment that is softly lit from an actual aquarium with two turtles swimming around inside. A bookshelf filled with titles I’d like to peruse perks my interest but I need to get in position. The closet turns out to be perfectly aligned with a fantastic view of the bed through old style aeration slats. I move aside a couple of pairs of expensive shoes and get down on my knees in opportune timing with the sound of the front door opening and two timorous voices follow.

Soft murmurs float towards the bedroom and despite some rampant clothes rustling, he takes the time to turn on a lamp. Bonus points for him! The details light up entrancing me with their gentle glow. The woman already has her shirt off and the balconette bra is barely containing her lovely set as she bends slightly to unzip his pants. He tut tuts her in a gentle reprimand while shaking his head no. “This night isn’t about me” he smiles at her and places a hand on her chest while kissing down her neck and descends down on his knees trailing his lips with him. He presses lightly to initiate her sitting on the bed and she moans in delight as he lifts up her skirt.

I can see the dark pinpoints of his stubble as I watch his jawline disappear between her thighs. The sound of flesh sliding across flesh entices my senses as his kisses wind their way up to her mound. Her legs spread and I’m aroused by the fact that she chose not to wear any underwear. I was right on the money about her wanting a good time this evening. He nuzzles her and she lets out a breathy air when his tongue finds her clit and begins to play. The throaty sounds she makes are enough for me to start rubbing between my own legs. I roll my labia between my fingers and through my pants with the proficiency of a Las Vegas card dealer.

Her noises get higher pitched and her hips buck up towards him but it does not deter his rhythm. “I want you inside me” she informs him and tries to pull his hair directionally. His head shakes in between her legs and he pulls up only to grin at her and instead he takes a long graceful finger and inserts it slowly followed by a second one so he can work the come hither motion as his thumb circles her clitorus. She moans again as he teases her then dips his head back down to combine his tongue and fingering into an art form I am ecstatic to witness. I unbutton my own pants and slide my hand inside. I am so wet.

She starts to make some whimpering sounds that make me think she is close and she begins to beg for him to get inside her. He refuses to relent the steady pace of his mouth even though I can see the strain on his pants from here. Her legs clamp around his ears as she crescendos into a series of yesses and her ass bounces off the mattress in uncontrolled peaks of pleasure. It is without a doubt the hottest minute of my whole life as she cums and relaxes breathlessly on the bed. She tries to pull him up again into an embrace, while aiming to stroke his engorged member through his pants. “Do you want me to go down on you?” She smiles invitingly.

He shakes his head no again and says, “I’ll take care of it unless you want to stay and satisfy my kink.” She looks at him with a hint of worry and yet kind reciprocation for an excellent orgasm is worth the risk.

“Umm, what is it?”

“Would you discuss my Magic the Gathering deck while we bang?”

“I, uh, don’t even know what that is. Like some role play stuff?”

“It’s a technical card game, I have very specific needs to get off, so it’s like alright if you just want to be a sweet memory while I stream YouTube discussions on deck building.”

She looks confused, but also kind of relieved as she gathers up her shirt and shoes and heads to the door while he waves dorkily. It takes a few awkward moments for her to let herself out and he returns from locking the door.

Tentatively he opens the closet “How did I do–” I pounce out at him and startled he falls backwards onto the bed but I’m already kissing him. My legs wrap around his hips and the boner I thought was impressive from afar grinds into my mound. He tastes like the other woman, but also like craft beer and himself. He laughs and begins kissing me back deep and fervent. His hands slide up my shirt and we maneuver it off in tandem then I remove the bra with a quick flick of the wrist and those hot strong fingers pinch my nipples. He sucks one and nips it lightly with his teeth. I shimmy my pants off then tug at his until he lifts his butt so I can yank them off. To my surprise he’s wearing dark briefs, which I remove more delicately so they don’t get caught on his beautiful cock. Man, do I love a good cock. It’s thick and attentive with a shapely head that I want rubbing the top of my cervix. I’m torn between going down on him so I can feel it pulsate on my tongue, and just hopping right on it because I’m starting to throb in anticipation. I lick around the head and wrap my lips so that I can slide my tongue down the shaft.

He groans pleasantly with that smooth tenor. I begin a rhythm with my mouth but when I go to grasp the shaft and deliver a full job he stops me. “I’m already on the edge thanks to the, er, performance. I’d like to come with you if possible.”

I laugh a little at the thought of if. “I could probably count it down I’m so hot for you right now.” I lift my legs over him and place the head of his dick at my opening. It is so slick that the slide in starts off easily. I’m so tight that it’s almost like he’s cleaving me in two as he enters me. Just as I’d imagined, the feeling of him at the top is intense and I’m loathe to pull back but that turns out to be as glorious with every ripple sensation being savored. He plunges again and the tingle grows deep within me and on the edges of my periphery. Our motions are slow and deep, each time I start to groan a little harder until a faint flicker turns into a rush of fluttering muscles. I come with throaty laughs as I feel him pulsate deep inside me.

We ride it to fulfillment and gently collapse on top of one another. His skin is smooth and smells like sexy sweat and cinnamon. I lick his chest and bite him playfully once before looking up at him. “So, Magic the Gathering is your kink?”

“I needed her to leave and nothing has ever gotten women out of my sight faster than my nerdom.”

“I actually used to play. Maybe we could develop a new kink together.”

His grin was as rewarding as his hug. “I’m always up for learning new things.”

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