s*x Chained

Voyeur

Chapter 7

That same evening, in a frustrated if not bitter mood, Nat dressed in her dark jeans and hoodie, scooped up a pair of binoculars she had bought at a secondhand store, and took her old but dependable Honda to Chris' upscale neighborhood. At his condo complex, she found his unit; and after a quarter hour of reconnoitering, she discovered the perfect place to observe him through the large picture window in his living area. As luck would have it, Merrill Strang entered the apartment on the arm of Chris O'Connell. Both wore casual clothing and Nat guessed they had probably gone to a movie or sports bar to celebrate his birthday. She poised her binoculars to get a better view of the couple's activities.

When the blond took a seat near the window, Nat surmised Chris had placed a sofa in that area, her hunch verified when her boss returned with a tray of drinks and sat next to his "date." For several minutes the couple conversed, both with easy, intimate expressions, until Chris brought up glasses of what looked like red wine. When Merrill accepted her drink and took a sip, Nat actually observed the predatory intent in the woman's eyes. Oh, she's ready to pounce! the virgin voyeur thought as she shook her head. Poor Chris doesn't have a chance to escape from this cougar's claws!

Nat edged forward in the bushes and focused her binoculars for a sharper view. Despite the street-side window, Merrill Strang didn't seem to mind exposing herself to any and all as she rose and grasped the hem of her pullover. Once she shimmied her top up and over her head, the blond gave both Chris and his employee a clear, full view of her voluptuous breasts. Oh come on, babe, you obviously had a recent boob job, Nat thought bitterly, for no woman's bosom looked that round and perfect!

Nat chortled, though with a bitter bite to her laugh. She watched, fascinated, as her boss reached up and caressed each mound until the pink n*****s peaked. Her focus sharp, the office assistant made out a faint bridge of freckles across the top of each of Merrill's t**s.

Tits. Her laugh turned ironic. She had read enough books to learn the terminology, the derogatory as well as the poetic. A man's member could also be referred to as a c**k, a d**k, a peter, a pecker or prick. Bosoms became boobs, t**s and knockers; but Nat really found references to a woman's pelvic region the most fascinating if not colorful -- anywhere from nether lips to quims, and on to t***s. And cunnies.

Fucking, shagging, screwing, banging. She didn't mind those terms anymore, as she would have a month or so ago. Her new persona also gave license to a new way of thinking, definitely more open, if not dangerously reckless. Just the thought of catching her boss and his paramour in the act made Nat feel giddy, heady, even excited.

Sure enough. She studied Chris as he rose and discarded his own polo shirt to reveal the smooth, hard chest beneath; his muscular build as commanding as Nat had thought—as she had dreamed. Now the couple embraced with hands working along each other's flesh while their lips pressed together in a slow, sultry kiss. Soon Chris's fingers worked along the waist of Merrill's tight jeans. They broke apart only to shed their denim encumbrances and stand naked before one other.

Nat sucked in her breath when she gazed at their bodies, warmed a golden honey by the glow of the lamplight, both beautiful yet disconcerting at the same time. Hah! Her amazement turned to a sneer. Merrill Strang was not a natural blond. Her sparse patch of curls were too dark to pass as fair; but the assistant quickly switched to her boss' buff form with an appreciative eye for his beauty. His pubic hair bushed in a lush dark tangle around his now semi-erect c**k— what a magnificent specimen of manhood! His p***s consisted of a large, bulbous head above the long stem. Nat felt the eye pieces of her binoculars press into her sockets as she zoomed into that hard rod until she could make out the main pulsating vein along his shaft and the perfect balls beneath; but she soon lost her idyllic view when Merrill covered Chris's erection with her hands and stroked him until he bulged at full attention.

His fingers remained busy, too, as they delved between the blond's legs to caress her as well. Merrill arched her head and formed a little oh of pleasure with her lips. Her hair dipped back to sweep the top of her butt, and the small diamond droplet of her necklace sparkled above the rosy valley of her breasts. But soon Chris moved them until his body blocked hers. Nat focused her lenses to have an extra sharp view of his broad back and perfectly-toned buttocks, right down to the nickel-sized mole on his right cheek.

Suddenly, reaching behind him, Chris fumbled for the cord to the rattan shade and slowly let it down until it effectively covered the entire window frame. s**t! Next, Nat trained the binoculars along the outer wall until she found what she thought was his bedroom window, though it remained dark and curtained. A bright light flipped on, but soon diminished to a soft glow. Chris and Merrill had probably plunged full force into his bed and were now in the midst of wild, unbridled s*x. For the unrequited assistant, the show was now officially over.