Creating Voyeurs - part 1 - Sex Stories

Creating Voyeurs - part 1

... here. I am only in my late 20s." She replied, "Still ain't buying it. The heaviest thing you probably lift is your little laptop, professor." Acting all hurt, I lifted my sweater up a few inches to reveal just the hint of my six pack. (Ever since I found out that I might get a position here, I started working out a crazy amount of time.) I heard gasps from most of the girls. Just then, the bell rang and they started to leave. All except Chrissy. She just smiled and started to pack up her stuff. Once everyone left, she winked and as she was getting ready to put her things in her bag, she turned in order to have her face hidden. She bent over to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything under her mini skirt. Prolonging her task, she started to wiggle her ass just a bit. Neither of us said anything. It was better that way. She knew that I was still watching. And I had my precious plausible deniability. After a minute, she started to get up. I picked up a folder and started to look at the contents. Chrissy didn't catch me staring, but she did look down and see my erection. She didn't pretend that she hadn't seen the impact she had on me. She bent over to whisper something to me. She lingered several extra moments allowing me to get an eye-full of her incredible breasts. Finally, she decided to whisper -- "Your welcome, Professor." With that, she turned and walked out of the room holding up the back of her mini skirt. Whoa! I wasn't expecting that at all. *** Later, that evening ...

... at about 8pm, I heard my watch give its first ever notification. I had an audience! It was in the bathroom. I went in and started to disrobe. After checking my face in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, I turned the music on and went into the shower. I started singing and intentionally substituting Chrissy's name any time it was appropriate to do so. I didn't start touching my cock until after I washed my hair and shaved. Then I started to lather up my body with the soap and paying a lot of attention to my cock. While singing sexually-charged songs to "Chrissy" and remembering the delicious performance that she put on for me in the classroom, I was stroking my cock until it was as hard as it had been for months. I didn't know for certain, but I suspected that Chrissy was the one in possession of the special goodies left in one of the rooms and I was reasonably hopeful that she was watching me now as I was now masturbating for her. I put a chair for whoever was going to watch me. Since I was the one who installed the spyhole, I spent an absurd amount of time figuring out just where the holes should be and even more time camouflaging them. I wanted them to be as large as possible. I wanted the girls to be comfortably able to play with their pussies as they watched my performances for them. I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard a woman's moaning in pleasure. It could have been one of my neighbors. I was telling "Chrissy" how much I was enjoying her mouth on my cock. ...