The Shower and The Voyeur (You Choose: Wife's sister)
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The warm water felt great cascading over my skin. I have always loved showering and this morning for some reason it felt particularly good. It was Saturday and I did not have to rush off to anywhere. To top it off my wife was out of town on business and I had the whole apartment to myself or so I thought.
I could just relax and let the warm water do its magic. As I turned from side to side and from front to back I would duck my head in and out of the spray. It felt fantastic. I started to feel that familiar feeling again between my legs. My cock thickened and began to hang heavy between my legs. Yes this was one of those mornings I could give myself a good yank. I closed my eyes as my thoughts drifted from my many fantasies. Which one to choose. Should I fuck my boss's secretary yet again in my mind or should it be my wife's friend who was an insatiable flirt. Or should it be the young checkout lady at the grocery store who always showed me a little cleavage when she packed my groceries. Or should I fantasize about doing nasty things with my wife, nasty things I know she would never agree to do. As my mind drifted from fantasy to fantasy my cock got thicker and thicker and hung heavier and heavier between my legs.
It was then I notice something out the corner of my eye. Some movement or something just passed the doorway. I immediately looked up. It then hit me. Shit, I said under my breath. I had totally forgotten my wife had made arrangements with her mom, Mrs Jones, to come by whenever my wife was away to help out with the cleaning and straightening up. It was something she set up sometime back after her last trip when she came back to find the place a mess. I wasn't much for house work and we divvied up the choirs. The problem was when she was gone I would not do hers let alone do my own. I always had some excuse but the reality was I was a bit lazy.
Panic set in. When I was home alone I would simply step into the shower and leave the bathroom door open. And since our shower had a sliding glass door there was nothing to obstruct the view of my naked body. I turned immediately to hide myself. My cock was still very heavy between my legs and it would be quite embarrassing for my wife's mom to see me like that let alone it being completely inappropriate. I glanced back toward the door and watched. Was it my imagination. If it was her I would hope she would call out or something, announcing that she was there.
For a brief moment the thought crossed my mind that it wasn't her at all but was some thief who had broken in or the maintenance guy perhaps but those thoughts quickly faded when I saw her. It was definitely her mom. She had walked passed the door again. My head was slightly turned but I was able to clearly see her. She didn't seem to notice me. Her gaze was looking straight ahead in the direction she was headed.
Moments passed and then I saw her walked passed again going in the other direction. This time she quickly glanced inside. She must be starting to straighten up I thought to myself. As several more moments passed I thought of hastily finishing up and grabbing the towel to cover myself. But before I could do so she walked passed yet again but this time much slower and with a more steadier gaze. She was carrying a pile of laundry in her arms that she had gathered from the laundry basket. Her gaze was at my body at first but then quickly she looked up toward my face. I hastily looked away acting like I did not see her.
My heart raced. Yes she was starting to help out with the cleaning but that was not all she was doing, she was definitely taking advantage of the situation and checking me out. Surely now she will call out and announce that she was there and that she was going to do the laundry and then start straightening up in the living room while she waits for me to finish up. But she did not.
I laughed it off and lightly shook my head back and forth in disbelief. My wife's mom was actually checking me out. Well that's it, I figured. That was the end of it. She had gotten her little peak in and surely now she would go about her business of helping take care of the place. I relaxed a little and turned to face the spray of water. I had yet to shampoo my hair and fully soap up and clean myself. As I started to do so I again saw movement out of the corner of my eye. This time I only caught a glimpse of her as she passed by the door. Oh she must be getting more laundry I naively thought to myself as I again turned my body to be discrete. But several long moments passed and she did not reappear. What is she doing. I was beginning to get a little impatient. I can't stand here with my back to the door forever.
Eventually I turned my head and looked directly out toward the door. Seeing nothing I tried to listen for her. Still nothing. It then occurred to me that a direct line of sight through the door was not the only way to see into the bathroom. We had a full length dressing mirror on the adjoining wall between the bedroom and the bathroom and coupled with the mirror in the bathroom you could see the shower if you stood in just the right location. It just so happened that that location was very near the laundry basket. I held my breath. When she was gathering the laundry she could have very easily noticed and if she had found that spot she would have a wonderful view of me standing there naked in the shower. I knew this spot all too well because I had used it myself on occasion to spy on my wife while she showered. I discretely searched the mirror for the proper angle. My heart raced when I found it. Sure enough she was there. She was hiding herself behind the corner of the wall with only her head poking out. Seeing her I did my best to casually drifted my eyes passed her position as if I did not notice her. In spite of this she panicked and quickly ducked her head back behind the corner of the wall concealing herself.
I could not believe it, my wife's mom of all people was not only checking me out but she was actually spying on me. The little minks was a voyeur. My mind was awash with thoughts as I still could not come to grips that she was actually doing this. I began to doubt myself. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me and she was doing something else. I had to know for sure. I again peaked into the mirror but this time even more discretely. Yes she was still there. Out of the corner of my eye I could make out the outline of her head. She was still there alright and watching me intently. I began to feel awkward. It then hit me fully. I can't possibly let this continue. She is twice my age and my mother in-law no less. It was completely inappropriate.
What to do...what to do, I quickly thought to myself. My heart raced even faster. I felt like calling out but something inside stopped me. Deep down I knew nothing good could come of it, busting her like that. She would feel awkward, I would feel awkward, and my wife, well, if she ever found out she would go ballistic. So yes it was better to let her have her little fun and be done with it. But in order for this charade to continue, I can't let on like I know, I have to shower normally or at least try. In doing so I would have to turn and face the water at some point and time and thereby expose myself to her and allow her to see me.
Relenting I slowly turned and faced the water exposing myself to this woman for the first time. Surely her eyes were dancing over my body and paying particular attention to my genitals. Knowing her eyes were on me was a strange feeling. From her angle she was seeing me pretty much in profile with a slight angle towards her. With my cock still heavy between my legs I could only imagine what this all looked like to her. What was going through this woman's mind. She must be getting some pleasure from this. It must be turning her on or fascinating her in some way or why else would she stay there and watch.
I brought my hands up and ran them through my hair as I tried to act natural. As I did this I rinsed water over my face and head and I then stepped back to let the water hit me in my chest. The water cascaded down my body and over my cock and balls. It felt great. I could not help looking down at myself and again imagining how this all looked to her. I was consumed with the thought of this woman's eyes on me. From her angle she would have a wonderful view of the water as it cascaded down my body to my cock where it streamed off the tip and down into the drain. Since she can see me I might as well give her a treat I playfully thought to myself. Slowly I turned my body to face her. My cock hung long and thick down between my legs and she was now seeing me for the first time straight on. I felt myself immediately get hot as the full realization of what was happening hit me. I was exposing myself to this woman and her eyes were assurdly on me and my cock and balls.
To my surprise I felt my cock begin to stir and thicken. It slowly inched its way downward as it elongated and then started to arch upwards. Shit this was arousing me. I can't possibly let myself get aroused not in front of this woman. It is one thing to let this woman see me naked and quite another for her to see me getting an erection. I can't let this happen, I can't possibly let myself get hard but my cock had a mind of its own. I quickly turned around to hide it from her. I began to panic. I can't possibly shower like this she will know something is up, she will know that I know. But if I turn she will see me, she will see my growing erection. I must calm myself, I must relax, I repeated quietly to myself but it was of no use. Her eyes were on me. My cock had thickened and push up and outward yet further. With my back still facing her I reached over and grabbed the soap and proceeded to wash my upper body. This was a huge mistake. My skin had become ultra sensitive from my arousal and the feeling of my own soapy hands gliding over my chest made my cock stiffen even more. I was now fully erect. It was that quick.
Take a deep breath maybe it will ease up and go away, I told myself but I knew that this was foolish and was not going to happen. Well if I do not turn soon and shower more normally she will know something is up. She will know that I know she is watching me. But if I do turn she will also know something else. She will know something very special about me. She will know something very special about my cock and balls. She will know what my cock looks like when it is hard. She will know its size and strength, its thickness and vainy contours. She will know of my balls and their roundness and fullness and how they pull up taught at the base of my cock when I am erect. And ultimately this woman will know what it is like to truly voyeur a man in prime of his life during the most personal of moments when he is fully aroused.
It was then I know I was going to do it. I was going to turn and expose myself fully to this older woman. I was going to let her see me. I also knew it was not doing it to protect her innocents or to protect her little voyeur secret from me, my wife, and others, but it was for my own want and desire to expose myself to her. I had to admit it. This older woman secretly watching me had stirred something deep inside me and it was driving me crazy. My body, my cock, my mind was telling me so. Her little secret, would become my little secret, would become our little secret. I did not care that it was taboo or inappropriate or simply wrong to be exposing myself to my wife's mom. Maybe it was because of these things the reason why it was making me so excited. In any case the decision was made.
I grabbed the soap and began to lather up my chest as I slowly began to turn. My heart pounded hard and heavy in my chest. It seemed like it took forever to come around but when I did and my cock came into full view I heard a faint but distinctive gasp come from beyond the door. She was definitely there and she was seeing me in full glory. Amazingly with the knowledge that this older woman's eyes were on me, my cock stiffen yet further. It felt like it was going to explode and I had yet to touch it. I tried to act casual but found it extremely difficult. How can anyone with a woman secretly watching him shower while he is sporting a huge erection. I had to, I had to keep up this charade. So in profile view I rinsed the soap off my chest and then worked each of my arms. First lathering them up and then rinsing them off. What an incredible turn on. My skin tingle from my own touch.
Now for my legs. Slowly I turned such that I faced her. As I did so I kept my head and gaze down, not wanting to spook her. My heart pounded and pounded. She now had an unobstructed of my cock and balls straight on. I started on my left leg first. I brought my leg up and placed my foot on the edge of the tub, teasingly concealing my cock and balls from her view with my thigh. My cock and balls swayed heavily between my legs and I knew that she was in for a treat when I did this with my other leg exposing myself fully to her. In the prone position I began working the soap over the front and back of my thigh being sure not to touch my throbbing cock and balls. I then bent forward and did my calf and foot. As I cleaned myself I was very deliberate almost messaging myself. My soapy hands glided over my sensitive skin effortlessly.
Once finished I started on my other leg in the same fashion. I slowly brought my leg up and placed it on the edge of the tub. This time there was nothing blocking her view. As before my cock and balls swayed heavily between my legs. As I began to soap up my thigh I turned my leg further out opening up my crotch further exposing myself more fully to her. I never felt so nasty and exposed in my life and I could only imagine how all this looked to her. I did my thigh first and then bent forward to reach down and did my calf and foot.
Once complete it was now time for my cock and balls and I am sure she was waiting for this as well. I was beside myself with anticipation and began to get dizzy. I felt so nasty to be exposing myself to her in this way. This was it I was going to really give this woman a show. With my leg still up on the edge of the tub and my crotch fully exposed to her I lathered up the soap in my hands and began to message it into my inner thighs at the base cock and balls. As I did this I pushed my hips forward and ever so slightly upward. This caused my cock and balls to turn up as well giving her a very personal view of the full length of the shaft of my cock and my swollen balls dangling at its base. I pushed my hands deep into my crotch forcing my swollen balls up even further.
My cock and balls were now prominently displayed for her and I am sure imprinting an image in this woman's mind that she will never forget. What an incredible turn on. It was now time to finish myself off. I couldn't wait any longer. I slowly worked my right hand up and around the shaft of my cock. I held it there as I held my breath. I am sure she too was beside herself. She knew what was next.
Slowly I stroked down. The head of my cock swelled in size and became purple from the pressure. I almost exploded right then and there but somehow I held it off. I shuddered and I took a couple of deep breaths and then slowly and more cautiously stroked down again. I shuddered again and knew I would not be able to take much more of this. I released my cock just in time. It twitched and twitched but I held off coming. Yes I must hold off coming I told myself, I was enjoying this way too much to have it end so quickly.
I again soaped up my hands but this time I began on my balls. Slowly and very deliberately I cleaned and messaged them with both my hands. They were extremely full and quite sensitive. As I messaged them I pushed them from side to side and up and down and around and around. Even this was enough to set me off as my cock began to twitch yet again. I quickly removed my hands and watched along with my voyeur friend my cock twitch wildly.
Okay enough's enough I said under my breath. I can't take this any longer. I took my foot down and stood up straight and turned so my back was to the water. I was now again in profile to her but this time facing the other direction. I steadied my stance and pushed my hips slightly forward pushing my cock up and out toward the sky. I reached up and grabbed it. This was it. A few quick hard strokes and she will see me empty my balls. This woman will see me come, she will see me shudder, twitch, and convulse as stream after stream of my sperm shoots forth. The thought of this woman seeing me do this excited me beyond what I knew possible. As I began to stroke I could not help finding her in the mirror. I did not care if she sees me see her. Something inside me told me that it was safe. She would not be looking at my face, how could she. She would be focused on something else. She would be focused on my rock hard cock, she would be focused on my hand as it pumped up and down on my shaft, she would be focused on my ejaculate as it shot forth for my cock.
Yes she was there and she was watching me or should I say my cock but that was not all. Her head was bobbing up and down. I could not see but I knew exactly what this meant. Her hand was buried deep in her pussy and to my disbelief this woman was vigorously fingering herself. She was flushed and the look in her eyes was intense. I would not disappoint her. One stroke, two strokes, three quick stokes. Yes this was it. I pushed my hips hard forward and gripped down hard as I exploded shooting stream after stream all the way to the back of the shower in a high arc.
My legs became weak as I continued to stroke and drain my balls. Four, five, six streams of sperm continued to shoot forth with each pump. Finally it stopped but I kept pumping. It felt too good to stop. My cock was still hard but my balls were empty. I tried to pump some more but there was nothing left to give. Finally I stopped and opened my eyes not realizing that at some point I had closed them. Do I dare look for her in the mirror. I decided against it. She may look up at my face to see my reaction, to see my satisfaction. I closed my eyes again and stepped back into the spray and let the warm water sooth me. Incredible, absolutely incredible. I turned and faced the water and proceeded to finish up.
As I toweled off I knew she had long since vacated her hiding place. My thoughts turned to facing her without leading on like I knew. This could be quite difficult since she had just given me, indirectly, the most intense orgasm of my life. But I must do it. After dressing I proceeded out to the living-room to say hello to her. To my surprise she was not there. I called her name several times and then realized that she had left. She had chickened out or so I thought. Moments later there came a knock on the door. Who could that be, but deep down I knew.
Hello, she said as I opened the door.
Oh hi, I said trying to act genuinely surprised. I stood there dumbfound. I blankly looked at her. I guess subconsciously I was looking for some indication in her eyes that would give her away. Some indication that would make for an awkward moment. It never came but what I did see surprised me. She looked beautiful, more so then usual. Her face was vibrant and alive, her eyes bright and steady, and her lips full. But most of all I was surprised by her confidence.
May I come in, she said cheerfully.
Oh yes certainly.
She smiled at me as she walked passed and added, you know why I am here don't you.
Yes you're here to help out. With that she set her stuff down and turned and looked at me.
Are you okay, she said with a curious tone. I was beginning to get flustered and it was showing. I never seen her so friendly and looking so beautiful. Compose yourself, I said to myself.
I am fine, I said aloud. She made a funny face and then turned and headed over to the washing machine. I watched her from behind as she walked away from me like I have never watched her before. She was wearing a pair of snug fitting stretch pants that accentuated her backside nicely, she had a nice ass. I was surprised at myself for not noticing it before. Eventhough my balls were empty I felt a stirring in my pants.
I guess I will start with the laundry. You sit down and relax, I'll take care of everything, she said as her voice trailed off. I stood there dumbfounded when she soon returned with a pile of laundry in her arms. The same pile she had already retrieved earlier. She again looked at me strangely.
Are you sure you are okay.
Yah sure I'm fine, I said but I wasn't. I turned and headed into the living-room and began to mindlessly pick up a few things here and there that were out of place. I started to doubt myself. Did this really happen. Could it have been all in my head. No, not possible, I said to myself. I saw her, I definitely saw her, I affirmed.
Oh no, you do not have to do that, she said. I will take care of it, you just sit down and relax, this is why I am here, she playfully chided me as she followed behind me taking the items I had picked up out of my hands. I again must have given her a strange look as she smiled at me oddly and then turned and headed back to the washer. I again watched her cute little ass as she walked away. As she disappeared around the corner I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I flipped through some of the stations not really paying any attention to any of them.
She was totally unfazed, like nothing happen. How could that be. She can't be that cool of a customer. She had just watched me masturbate in the shower. She had just frigged herself to undoubtedly her own orgasm while I sprayed my load all over the back of the shower.
Would you like something to drink, she called out from the kitchen. It is really no problem, she said.
Yah sure just some coffee if you do not mind.
Oh no, no problem, cream or suger, she said.
No thanks I take it black, thanks, I called back. She is being awfully nice I thought to myself but I was still confused and second guessing myself. After several minute she brought it over. She smiled at me as she handed it to me. Yes, that smile is a 'I know something' smile, I told myself but in reality I still was not sure. I settled on a station on the television and leaned back on the couch and tried to watch. The coffee helped as my mind cleared but a slight doubt still lingered.
The rest of the morning I spent acting like I was watching the TV but in reality I was watching her. As she cleaned she kept looking over at me and smiling. My mind played tricks on me as it tried to read more into it then there was there. She could have been smiling at me because I was always looking over at her. Yes it could have been that simple. But I could not keep my eyes off her. She was attractive in her own way and it was arousing me. Additionally I could not shake that fact that dancing through her mind there must be the fresh images of my naked body, fresh images of me masturbating myself to completion as she secretly watched.
I could not help myself. Whenever she was not looking I found myself undressing this woman with my eyes. I was looking at this woman's round firm ass whenever she bent over. I looked at her crotch as she reached for something. Even this woman hands were catching my attention. Those fingers of her that were just not too long ago darting in and out of her pussy as she watched me. But then there was that doubt always in the back of my mind. Doubt that it never really happened and I had just made it all up as part of some fantasy.
It wasn't long before she had everything done and in order. She had done the laundry, the vacuuming, the floors, the blinks and the windows, everything. I was impressed.
Well that its, she proclaimed. I smiled at her and stood up from the couch to see her off.
Wow you did a great job, thanks, I said really meaning it as I approached her.
Thanks it is the least I can do. I'll see you tomorrow, she said cheerfully as she headed toward the entryway.
..but everything's done... I started to say but didn't. Yah I'll see you tomorrow, I finally said instead.
The same time, she said with a big smile, a knowing smile.
Yes the same exact time. You have a key right...there is no need knocking, you can let yourself in, I hastily said as calmly as I could as I felt my cock stir. She just smiled at me and gave me a little wave as she closed the door behind herself.
I could not wait for the next day to come.