Voyeur That Watched From Afar

He Thought He Could Play Those Games

The day a sneaky voyeur thought he would be my daddy dom. I’ve always had a thing for the way people look at me when they think I don’t notice. It’s a specific kind of hunger that’s in their eyes.

The kind that makes a man forget how to breathe in the moment. Or where he is in his reality. Last Tuesday, at that overpriced department store downtown, I decided to give a certain stranger a front-row seat to the show before I had my fun.

I could never stay away from the bikini section. Not with this body. I picked out a piece that was less of a swimsuit and more of a suggestion: a metallic gold string bikini that barely clung to my curves. The fabric was thin and almost translucent.

Try One Turned More In Front Of This Sneaky Voyeur

Like a shiny scale on a siren. There was for sure nothing left to the imagination with this piece. I noticed how I forgot to pull the curtain completely closed when I saw a man staring at me. Honestly, I felt the stare way before I saw his sneaky voyeur ass. Grimy looking. He looked lost and pervy at the same time, which almost made me laugh. It took him a second to regain his composure once I caught him. He resumed hovering a few aisles over, pretending to examine a rack of beach towels. But once his focus was on me, it was unbreakable.

I wanted to try another suit. Letting the garment slide down my skin with agonizing slowness. The store air hit my nipples with a zing of excitement as I teased him without him knowing. I arched my back and let the gold strings fall to my hips.

Opps! I said out loud before closing the curtain with a quick movement that jolted the sneaky voyeur. Just to reappear the next with a tiny two-piece that matched my skin so well I looked naked.  My 36 DD titties jiggled as I walked to the full mirror. I didn’t just want him to watch; I wanted him to ache.

Look But Don’t Touch

The thrill wasn’t the swimsuits. It was the power that he gave up so easily. I watched his movements from a sleak side eye. He salivated while watching me. It was almost like he was stuck in my orbit. I played into it more.

I hummed a low tune while looking into the full-length mirror. A store employee walked by and complimented me. But my focus was elsewhere. Dark desires streamed through my mind as the sneaky voyeur watched.

Retreating back to the dressing room for another heartbreaking show. He only deserved a couple of inches to see through the curtain. He stood there, watching the body parts that he could see dance in the gap of the curtain until I came out for my purchase. Some would say that I walked dangerously close to him. I let my vanilla scent hug his nose and hook him at the same time.

Sneaky Voyeur Turned Playtime For Me

I paid and felt him and he followed me. The lot was nearly empty, the asphalt shimmering with the heat of the day. I don’t blame him for following me. My body and sway alone send people over the edge.

I got it and I flaunt it, as they say. My self-admiration broke focus as I came back to reality. I heard his breathing, then the closeness of his sneaky voyeur footsteps. His dumbass thoughts were basic. Just like him. I bet he thought that he’d fulfill his nasty desire by using me.

I stopped and turned around to face him. “Don’t run”. I said. His head bowed down in acknowledgment. I told him how he’d been a very naughty, sneaky voyeur and that it was my turn. Zip ties and duct tape did the trick before guiding him into my truck.

What happened next was a pleasure I deserved. Something that surpassed his erotic gooning.

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