Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris - Sex Stories

Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris

Prologue: Première Partie

Naomi watched the lovers through the voyeur's hole in the wall. She was transfixed, shocked, horrified, and intrigued as the ramifications of her discovery flooded her mind. Her guest room had a peephole that looked directly into the master bedroom.

A bedroom where her cousin Marie was currently on her knees, taking her well-endowed partner's penis further into her mouth than Naomi thought was humanly possible. More remarkable still, she seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as the man in front of her, who appeared to be practically weak in the knees.

Naomi had discovered the peephole while lying in bed, struggling to sleep from the excess of wine she had drank with dinner. Her hosts just kept filling her glass, as was the norm in France. She had noticed a strange glow from a small picture on the far wall. Her curiosity at the artwork's "backlight" and some suspicious noises coming through the wall had caused her to get up and look closer.

She had delicately removed the sketch and was shocked to discover the minuscule window of brass and glass hiding beneath it. Looking through the hole, she was even more shocked by what she saw. Naomi could only see a monochrome image as there was no light save for the full moon filtering through the large Haussmannian windows. Still, it was more than bright enough to make out the finer details of the erotic spectacle unfolding before her eye.

She knew she should stop watching. It was sinful on ...

... so many levels. But she was wholly absorbed in the primal acts occurring only a few feet before her. The two naked bodies were strong, lithe, and undeniably attractive. Sexual chemistry practically oozed through the small portal and into the depths of her imagination.

Naomi had been exposed to porn before. But she also knew it was a sin and avoided it as much as possible. Still, the wine she had drank with dinner was strong and had stolen away most of her inhibitions, and the sight before her was incredibly arousing. She had never seen anyone have sex in the flesh, but here it was happening only a few feet in front of her, and no one knew she was watching.Except for GOD. a voice in her mind scolded her but she shook it off.

As she thought about it, she realized the couple most likelyknew she was watching. They had to. They were not too loud, but the coupling noises were unmistakable, and you do not need to be Arsène Lupin to discover a glowing piece of artwork in a dark room. It was only logical she would discover this voyeur's portal.

Naomi was drunk and curious, and her heart fluttered in her chest. Her thoughts were moving slowly with the weight of the wine.Obviously, a couple with a voyeur's hole in their bedroom wall knew they were being watched. But she could not deny there was an undeniable thrill in watching, and the knowledge that the actors almost certainly knewthey had an audience only enhanced this.

Marie was now getting up from her knees, her lips ...