The Voyeur

by Laila Downs
(Intercourse, PA)

Two young friends who became lovers were traveling through Greece. As they waited on Crete for the next boat, they looked forward to the next adventure. So far they’d had their fair share of interesting possibilities and pleasures. Now, it seemed that choppy seas were keeping them from moving forward. Choppy seas in Greece means ships won’t dock so passengers have to wait for the weather to cooperate. Maybe they’d leave tomorrow?

They had already checked out of their youth hostel. Getting back in would be nearly impossible. They started discussing their next move—hotels? No, too expensive. A near-by park? Maybe, but if you stayed in the park for more than one night, the cops could arrest you for vagrancy. As they tossed ideas back and forth, a tall, handsome Adonis who had also been waiting for the same ship approached them.

“I have a room. I live on this island.” His invitation seemed friendly, and when he flashed that sexy smile of brilliant white, straight teeth, the female couldn’t help but get a twinge of excitement in her nether region.
“Why, that’s very nice of you”, she cooed at him. “Are you sure it’ll be OK?”
“It is my apartment”, he replied. “I was going to my friend’s wedding, but there’s no boat, so there’s no choice.”

The couple looked at each other. If worse came to worse and this guy was a ‘nut’ they felt sure they could handle any situation. So as not to look a gift-horse in the mouth, they accepted this serendipitous invitation.

As they walked back to their host’s place the conversation was friendly and easy going. Their host had accurately deduced that these two were liberal in love and hoped that attitude would get him some action. Hoping to entice her, he brazenly and unabashedly revealed his summer conquests, praising himself for the sheer number of sexual exploits. She listened intently. If experience had taught her anything, it was that if you have to talk yourself up, you’re not as good as you think you are.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself. There’s always something to learn, my friend.”

A few moments later they reached Adonis’ apartment. Hot from being baked all day in the Greek sun all they wanted to do now was cool off. So after they dropped their backpacks the female asked where she could wash up. Well-water in the courtyard was accessed by a hand pump. It looked as if the shower was out and a sponge-bathe was in. Being the helpful traveling companion that he was, her lover offered to help her, for all those hard to reach spots. She accepted. They turned to their host.


“Would you get us a wash cloth and some cool water?” Their host happily obliged. In his mind he was going to see titties, ass, may be even some pussy! If they were swingers, they’d surely ask him to join in.

Adonis' imagination raced ahead in anticipation of the up and coming events. He got the water, brought it over to the couple, put the bucket down and waited for further instructions but instead of an invitation, the male shooed him away. “I got this. I’ll call you if I need anything else.” It was a dismissal, pure and simple, and Adonis took it as such, walking over to the corner of the room to wait and watch.

As if on cue, the male traveler started to undress his partner, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and then sliding it off her shoulders, obviously in no rush. As he exposed each inch of lovely, tanned, toned skin, giggles and moans started bubbling up from her. This made Adonis a little anxious.

“Mmmm….baby, that’s so nice!” She laughed and tossed her head back as her lover undressed her with is lips and fingertips. So consumed in their play together they didn’t notice Adonis nervously glancing at the door, almost as if he was expecting someone. On the one hand he wanted to see her tits but on the other he wanted them to hurry up and be quiet!

“Oh my, oh my, oh my.” Her lover was nuzzling in between her breasts, breathing in and out slowly, giving her goose-bumps.

Her lover, of course, had his own agenda. He was taking her for a fantasy ride and she was following his lead. As Adonis watched the show he hoped the bra would be next, but instead her lover pulled off her shorts leaving her panties on, then seated her on the bed and pulled off her sneakers and socks. When he exposed her feet, his Piscean nature being what it was, he couldn’t help but massage them lightly for a few moments. The more he massaged, the more the ‘aaahs’ and ‘ooooohs’ poured from her throat—a veritable song of passion and pleasure.

A moment later her lover was helping her stand and moving her to the side, pulled back the light blanket and top sheet that covered the bed. The next moment she was back on the bed, laid down and covered with the top sheet up to her chest.
“Are you comfortable? She nodded yes enthusiastically. “Are you ready?” he asked as he kissed her forehead.

She smiled. The sheets were clean, fresh, newly washed and her warm body welcomed their coolness and texture. Like a maestro who knows the concerto by heart, her lover reached under the sheet and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and tossing it over his shoulder. He didn’t need to see what he was doing—he was feeling his way through. Adonis strained to see some action but unfortunately for him, there was nothing to see and everything to hear.

Panties were pulled off next. They, too, were flipped to the opposite corner of the room. No skin to see yet, just the scent of a woman’s love juices floating ubiquitously within the room, assisted by the slowly spinning fan above them.

After she’d been stripped under the sheet, her lover dropped the small washcloth into the bucket of cool water and wiped the sweat off of her face. The second rinse was from her neck down to her shoulders and upper chest. He was keeping the wash cloth cool so every wipe was refreshing and welcome. His hands slid easily under the sheets as he worked his fingers around her breasts, down her loins and straight along the tops of her thighs to the love nest.

She squirmed, enjoying his erotic touch and the coolness of the water on her hot, receptive skin. “Oooh, baby, that is so nice!” It was exciting that a voyeur was watching. Too bad he couldn’t see a thing!

She closed her eyes to concentrate on every sensation, squirming with delight and whimpering loudly, she practically meowed as he started washing her inner thighs, intermittently touching along her labia and clitoris, which was still ever so slightly distended. As he gently blew over the cooled off parts, she shivered with excitement. At this point they’d been at it for 15 minutes and every touch was evoking a verbal response that was causing Adonis angst. Their erolalia was sure to signal someone to come and admonish them.

Rinsing it thoroughly, he rested the cloth on her Venus Mons. Then he turned it vertically to slide along her outer lips. Her body, a cauldron of passion, was burning from anticipation.

She had to kiss him and pulled him close. The wash cloth was dropped and naked, wet fingers were now probing her, skipping over her loins and back to trail along her inner thighs.

In a moment the sheet was off. In the next, his clothes were off. As they squeezed and fondled with abandon, their passionate sounds increased, and Adonis started to panic. These noises were ridiculous! If he didn’t do something to quiet them down they’d all get in big trouble. He wondered for one brief moment why none of the women he’d ever brought into his room were as noisy as her.

This wasn’t turning out at all as he had expected. If he didn’t get this crazy couple to keep their noise down, they’d all be discovered and maybe even thrown in jail for being in this Domatio illegally.

He tried asking them to shshshshsh. They were oblivious to him, lost in a world of sensation and fantasy. In their world, this was ecstasy. In his world, this was turning into a nightmare. He had to muffle them. But how? They weren’t listening to him. Instead of getting quieter they were getting louder!

After his second plea was ignored, he instinctively ran up to them and covered her mouth with his hand. He only touched her mouth, nothing else and she liked it. It added to her fantasy. With eyes closed, she was swept away by two men taking her from one orgasmic peak to another.

Did he stifle her moans? Was he able to squelch the sounds of Erolalia? Not really. But he couldn’t stand back and watch helplessly while her male companion plowed her from one orgasm to the other. He HAD to participate, even if it was in a supporting role.

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