Fucking COVID!
Everyone is sick and tired of this damned virus, but I'm a little different... Let's just say that without this pandemic, my life would still be a bit monotonous and of course I don't look at it the same way anymore.
I was living in a couple at the time when everyone had to live confined. I know that for some it was a firework display at home but I have the impression that those who took the opportunity to explore or even expand the possibilities offered by the Kamasutra, or to take advantage of this time at home to read and experiment with all that hot literature has to offer, are far from being the majority. I even think that many couples who suddenly had to put up with each other 24 hours a day have fallen apart.
On my side, without the little involuntary help of the architect who designed the building where my apartment is located, perhaps my relationship with Nadège would have also turned out to be short-lived. We lived at the time in a small T2 in a very clean residence but not really recent as for its conception. When the announcement of the total confinement fell, our two employers took diametrically opposed positions: for her, no possible telecommuting and thus certificates to join each day the buildings of her company, as for me prohibition to put the feet there with hours to spend on the computer at home.
At the beginning, I was a bit annoyed by this, but very quickly I found that I liked it. The video meetings were rarely organized at dawn and I found myself with a great freedom of action especially since I was not overwhelmed by the task... In fact, since I moved in, this was the first time I had spent so much time at home. During the week, we both arrived quite late and we were rarely there on the weekends. So, I had discovered the hidden life of my building and, with it, that of its occupants because a good number were in the same situation as me. A few authorized outings and back to their respective jars... That's when I discovered that voyeurism was not a practice reserved for a few people whose perversity is certainly condemnable. No, I practiced it and I don't feel that it should send me to court.
With all that time at very different times of the day, and with a definite ability to get my ass out of the seat in front of my PC, I discovered some exciting things. Designed in an old-fashioned U-shape, the location of my apartment in the middle of a wing of the building gave me an ideal view of a bunch of windows not too far away and for the most part, devoid of curtains. I got to know some of my neighbors, who were forced to spend most of the day there.
In just one week, I had spotted several particularly interesting targets and, for two of them, a strong probability that their occupants would stage what was visible from the outside. I pass rather quickly on the one who was doing her gym sessions every morning on her mat well in front of the wide-open bay window. Very tight outfits and alert look for this very well dressed girl. I particularly liked the end of her show when she got up before getting naked very slowly and going to the shower. Great buttocks and a pair of breasts like I had rarely seen.
When I took the time to stay a good moment to watch while remaining discreet, it was not rare to see other naked bodies wandering around and I confess very honestly that it excited me more and more. The small, but very powerful, pair of binoculars useful during our hike in mountain to observe more closely chamois and other ibexes found a new function...
The first hot scene came from the third floor, one floor lower than mine. A very large apartment. I had seen there until then, a single man, in his fifties. I had a plunging view on the large living room, opened by two large bays, equipped with curtains, but often drawn on the sides, as this day. My gaze had been irrevocably drawn to the unusual figure that had just entered my field of vision. A perfect maid, very British version as far as the outfit was concerned, vacuum cleaner in hand. The physique and the extreme sexiness of this outfit had attracted my attention like a magnet.
I had foreseen the accident and had even almost shouted to warn her but... fortunately, I had stayed glued. I would have ruined everything by interrupting the scenario. Because, very quickly, I understood. A big movement of the girl and the vase installed on the coffee table had flown... The man had then appeared. I had the impression that he was already in the room on the side and I had not immediately identified what he had in his hands. The employee had first bent down to pick up the flowers and pieces of the broken vase. A little far to see if she was crying, but my impression was that she was. The sound was missing, but apart from that aspect of things, I had a clear view of the action that was going on in this cozy living room.
The man had approached and gently lifted the girl's chin as if to comfort her. What a misinterpretation! The object that he had been holding in his hands since the beginning was now clearly visible and to see him approaching this kind of black strap martinet to the face of the one who was playing the role of a submissive servant very well made me shiver with pleasure. And what followed was not likely to make the pressure go down. First she moved back a step and I saw her undressing in front of him. A beauty. Dark-haired, very thin and quite tall, the vision of this chick in panties and bra made me hard as a donkey. The moment when she had unhooked what still supported heavy breasts, but natural obviously, before making slip her panties excited me as ever and the continuation surprised me by the desire that it triggered in me to take the place of this man.
He had taken the young woman by the hand and had made her go up on the large armchair which was enthroned in the middle of the room. Upside down, with her arms resting on the backrest and her knees spread on the cushion near the armrests, she had an unobstructed view of an incredible croup. She had arched her back to the maximum and in this position, with my binoculars, I could see an irresistible crotch. The punishment began, slowly, steadily. The man's arm was not shaking and I could see from the girl's reactions that he was not faking. After about ten strokes that made each one of the two breasts so prominent in this position move, red grooves were drawn on this prodigious ass. She took still as much before he made her straighten her bust to flog hard her back. This time, this face that it turned over from time to time expressed a true distress. The tears flowed abundantly without, for all that, the punishment is not stopped. The man stopped only when, reddened back and streaked with distinct lines, she collapsed completely. No doubt the signal... perhaps for them the equivalent of a safe word.
Much softer in his way, he had then raised her and took his turn in the chair in front of her. I could not really see if this guy was better mounted than me but the fellatio she had lavished on him during long minutes before he exploded in her mouth gave me all the leisure to see thanks to the magnification of the binoculars that her so desirable slit was dripping with cyprin. I could not believe how much pain such a treatment must have caused her, but she was wetting like crazy. Unable to hold me back because I had masturbated for a moment by looking at the scene, I had cum without restraint even before she finished and that they leave both the room.
When Nadège had returned, I had hesitated one moment to tell him. Was she going to take me for a dirty voyeur and to be disappointed? Rather connected ass and not really prude, that would have surprised me. I admit that it was also a way for me to test her. If she had yelled at the pervert I think our relationship would not have lasted. From there to imagine her reaction... a real surprise.
Once my story was finished, both of us on the sofa, she had first looked at me with something indefinable in her eyes. I had believed for a moment that my enthusiasm as for her capacity to support such a voyeurism and to understand that the scene had prodigiously excited me, was a mistake because I had seen her getting up, tablet in hand, and to leave without saying anything towards the room. After a good ten minutes, when I was convinced that the test was rather negative, I heard her call me.
When I pushed open the door, I saw her totally naked, flat on the bed, legs widely spread and a pillow placed under her belly. On the screen right in front of her eyes, a young woman in almost the same position was reddening her buttocks with a belt... Her glance in the direction of the dressing room was very explicit and the bump which immediately deformed my jogging just as much.
The exploration of this other path went far beyond the COVID period and we experimented a lot with this other path that I would never have believed affordable with it. Yet what a mistake it would have been not to commit to it.
Tomorrow, we have a package to deliver that is a bit special... Like her, I can't wait.
The end !
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