Unexpected Sights

By Big Ed Magusson

Who plans to be a voyeur?

But when it happens, is there anything quite so delicious as an unexpected sight of a willing naked woman? Or a couple engaged in passion and heedless of who might see?

This short story bundle includes:
A Mall Tale
Babe in the Night
Sights on the Night Shift
A Smile on my Face

If you like light sexy voyeurism tales, you’ll like this collection.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: BE's Place Books
• Release date: May 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476271767

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Unexpected Sights

Unexpected Sights

Big Ed Magusson

BE’s Place Books

Contents

A Mall Tale

Babe in the Night

Sights on the Night Shift

A Smile on my Face

About the Author

More From Big Ed Magusson

Published by BE’s Place Books.

Copyright © 2012 Big Ed Magusson. All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction, in whole or in part, in any form.

This book is intended as adult entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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A Mall Tale

I tell ya, if I didn't have the pictures, I wouldn't believe me either. Things like that just don't happen to middle-aged schlubs like me. But it did, and I've got the proof.

It was a week ago Saturday. Laura wanted to go to the mall. Specifically, she wanted to go clothes shopping. For both of us.

Now I've gotta admit, that wasn't entirely a bad idea. All that working out last spring meant that my pants were a bit loose. Well, maybe not that loose, but I'd ripped my best pair of Dockers changing a tire about three weeks back. Laura had told me to call AAA, but what kind of man can't change a tire? I may not be a young stud anymore, but I'm not helpless. So I needed pants, and maybe a shirt or two, and of course I hadn't been to the bookstore in ages….

The problem was, Laura's own list was huge. I didn't discover this small fact until we were at the mall, of course, when she started rattling it off. A new dress. A skirt. A blouse. Shoes of two different types. A dozen other things.

Anyway, you know what those trips are like. I had my stuff in half an hour, and then spent the rest of the day trailing her around, holding her purse while she tried stuff on. And then holding her bags. And then more bags.

Of course, when I suggested that maybe I should go check out the bookstore and then meet her in the food court, well, she said she just had to get my opinion. Ha! Like she asked for it more than twice. She'd gather up enough clothes to outfit an army and find a clerk to hustle her into a dressing room. Then, after a wait that made eternity look like a short church sermon, she'd come out claiming none looked right. Or she'd declare one was perfect and ask for my credit card. Buyer and bearer, I knew my role.

That role didn't change through three department stores, six boutiques, and four shoe stores. Just when I thought we were finally done, we strolled by Victoria's Secret.

Oh, Laura said, I need to get some new bras. Let's go inside.

Now if the phrase new bras doesn't strike fear into you, you haven't been alive long enough. Nothing is worse than bra shopping with a woman. Particularly a middle-aged woman who, well, let's just say she's not going to be a threat to Elle Macpherson anytime soon. Yeah, when you're a young guy, it sounds sexy. But as an old guy, ya know better. This bra doesn't fit right. That one pinches. That style doesn't flatter her. The lace on this one is too scratchy. Sexy is trampled under a herd of little complaints, none of which can escape your ears.

But as a dutiful husband, I knew the magic words: Yes, dear. So I was soon standing outside of yet another hall to the changing rooms.

This time, I was grateful for all the packages. One look and it was clear I wasn't a perv trying to peek at women as they changed. Only a husband would have sacks surrounding his feet as he leaned against the wall. I not only looked nonchalant, I even managed to look bored.

Of course, I wasn't entirely bored. I may be fifty-four, but I've still got a pulse, and there were a couple of fine ladies