Morning Masturbation
The sun’s early morning rays gently caressed teen redhead Meg’s nubile body through the sheer curtains of her bedroom window. Still lost in the fuzzy realms of sleep, Meg’s slender frame shifted under the satin sheets, her body craving contact and touch. Caught between consciousness and slumber, Meg’s hand drifted down her body, fingers gliding over the soft skin of her flat belly until they reached the warm, fuzzy mound at the apex of her thighs.
Meg’s emerald eyes fluttered open as her fingers grazed over her panty-clad pussy. A soft moan escaped her plump lips as she felt the dampness seeping through the flimsy fabric. Lost in her morning fantasies, Meg pushed her panties aside, exposing her sweet pink slit to the cool morning air. Curling her slim finger, Meg stroked her delicate folds, causing herself to quiver with delight.
Slowly, teasingly, Meg circled her engorged clit, relishing in the sensations rippling through her petite body. Her free hand kneaded and squeezed her small, pert breasts, tweaking her pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown. As Meg’s pleasure mounted, her fingers picked up speed, rubbing her sensitive pearl with increased fervor. Whimpers and mewls filled Meg’s room as she brought herself closer to climax.
Unable to hold back, Meg plunged two fingers deep into her slick canal, thrusting in and out while continuing her circular motions on her throbbing clit. Unable to contain herself any longer, Meg cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her inner walls pulsed around her fingers, milking them for every last tremor of bliss.
As Meg’s rapture subsided, she lay there, basking in the warm afterglow of her self-indulgent morning session. With a satisfied sigh, Meg withdrew her fingers, licking the evidence of her desire from them before reluctantly extricating herself from the cozy confines of her bed.
What Megan didn’t know was that someone was watching her intimate morning ritual from the window of the neighboring house. Jack had been awake since the crack of dawn, nursing a cup of coffee on his back porch when the alluring sight of the pretty redhead next door caught his eye. He had watched, spellbound, as the teen pinup teasingly caressed and fondled herself to orgasm, her rosy nipples and glistening pussy on full display.
Jack’s boxer briefs had become embarrassingly tight, his throbbing cock straining against the fabric as he palmed himself through his pants. He was desperate to free his aching member, to give himself the same relief the young vixen next door had just enjoyed, but Jack knew he couldn’t. With a heavy sigh, he settled for masturbating and giving Meg a few more peeping Tom looks through her window over the next few days, daydreams about doing more than just watching her consuming his fantasies.
Little did Jack know, as he continued his long-distance masturbation sessions, that he had an eager voyeur of his own. Meg had spotted him watching her private moment of shameful pleasure, and had been keeping tabs on Jack as he surreptitiously eyed her through the window. The thrill of being spied on, and of returning the favor, only succeeded in turning Meg on more.
Little did either of them realize, however, that their hot and heavy, then, not so secret fantasies would soon be put to the test. Sooner than either could expect, Jack’s voyeurism would elevate from simple peeping to something far more sexual, and the duo wouldn’t be able to resist succumbing to their voyeuristic need – both literally and figuratively.
